As with all my other stories, I don't own Glee or the characters…blah, blah, blah. I do however own the idea of this story & the muse that writes it. I also don't condone anything that may (or may not) happen in this story, but you know me…gotta have some angst to mix it up a bit. Enjoy!
The first time he sees her she is down on her knees by her front steps, pulling weeds from a small bed of flowers. Her hair is pulled high in a ponytail, a small dog by her side. He knows she just moved in a few weeks ago. He saw the moving truck, but really hasn't had the time to go introduce himself. He only caught a glimpse of her carrying boxes in when she first moved in.
He's washing his car when her small dog comes over, sniffing around his mailbox that same afternoon. Before he can shoo the dog away, the petite brunette is yelling as she jogs across the street.
"Fiyero, come back here this instance." Puck is shocked such a small person could have such a booming voice. The little dog makes no attempt to dart back across the street, instead running up to Puck, sniffing his leg. Puck dropped the hose, scooping the little white dog up in his arms.
"I think this belongs to you." Puck holds the dog out, his neighbor quickly scooping it up into a hug.
"Thank you." She smiles, turning her attention to the dog. "You naughty boy, Fiyero. You know better than to run off."
"I think he just wanted to help me wash my car." Puck winks, running a hand through his dark hair. He couldn't help but notice the way her shorts hugged her hips.
"I'm sorry; I don't think we've been formally introduced." Placing the tiny dog under one arm, she thrust out her right hand. "I'm Rachel Hudson."
"Puck." He returns the handshake, slightly amazed how firm it was. She sure does pack quite a punch for such a small person.
"Puck?" She wrinkles her nose. "Is that your real name?"
"It's what I go by. Only my ma calls me Noah and it usually means she's fired up about something." Puck laughs. Rachel giggled in response and he likes the way her eyes light up when she laughs. "Puck is short for Puckerman, my last name."
"Well it's very nice to meet you Noah." Rachel smiles, putting an emphasis on his first name.
"Very nice meeting you Rachel." He can't help but wiggle an eyebrow at her. Yeah she was on the short side, but he had to admit she was kind of hot, especially with her little shorts on. He was muttering a thankful prayer in his head for finally getting a hot-as-balls neighbor when he spotted the wedding band on her finger. He hadn't noticed a guy at her house, but then again he hadn't really been paying attention either.
"My husband, Finn will be home this weekend. You should come by and meet him." Rachel adjusted the dog in her hands before turning away, walking back towards her house.
"Sure, I'll do that." He muttered under his breath as he watched her kneel back down in the grass, her little dog again at her side.
It was a week later to the day when he met her husband Finn for the first time. It involved a screw driver, not tiny shorts and a little dog. He came to borrow one, since neither he nor Rachel could locate any of their three still packed away in the unopened garage boxes.
Puck had to admit it was hard not to like the guy. He was like someone you met and immediately felt like you had known all your life. Finn explained that he was vice president of sales to some big corporation in the city, a place Puck had never heard of before. He said he traveled a lot, sometimes being gone for several days at a time, which explained the move to a more secure neighborhood. He wanted to make sure Rachel was safe while he was away.
"It was great meeting you Puck." Finn said, clapping his hand on Puck's shoulder. "Once we finally get settled in, you should come over and have dinner with us. Rachel cook's a mean vegan Mexican casserole."
"Sound's great." Puck smiled, even though he had no clue what a vegan casserole was.
He watched his new neighbor disappear across the street and back into his own house. It would just his luck to have a hot girl move in across the street, who was not only married, but her husband was actually a good guy. Fuck my life, he thought.
Sorry for the short chapter, but it serves as sort of an introduction to how they all meet. Reviews and support are always encouraged and appreciated.