A/N: I don't own Glee. If I did Mark Salling would probably sing lead a lot of the time—preferably shirtless. And Puckleberry would be endgame. I see such a similarity between the dynamic of Puck/Rachel/Finn (and sometimes Quinn) in the dynamic of Dawson/Joey/Pacey (and sometimes Jen). Using multiple YouTube videos of Top 20 Pacey & Joey moments, I've decided to put a Puckleberry twist on my own favorite PJ moments. These will be a series of interconnected one-shots spanning a decade in the lives of our favorite Gleeks.

Spoilers: Spans throughout the episodes leading up to "Original Songs".

Prompt #1: Pacey and Joey, Season 3 x 18: Neverland.

-Are you insane? How could you do that? How could you think some simple declaration of friendship as an invitation to just maul me?

-Push. Answer me! What!

-It was an impulse!


December 2010

It was one of Puck's "stay in" nights. He'd already had his popcorn in the microwave and was about to put in some Scarface, when his phone rang. It was Rachel asking for a ride home because Finn left her stranded. Make no mistake about it—he is a badass, but he's not an asshole who leaves a girl to fucking freeze to death in a place that she had no business being in anyway. So fuck it, he told Rachel he'd be there in 10 minutes.

Puck was still seething when he climbed into his truck. Winter weather has always been harsh in Lima, and today wasn't any different. Finn fucking Hudson, he thought to himself, as he tore out of his driveway. The fucker somehow decided in his pea brain to leave Jewish Rachel Berry in a Christmas tree lot. Yes, he fucking knows he played a part in the epic Finchel breakup, but hell…if he sees Hudson's truck on his way to the other side of town, he had half a mind to jump out and beat the stupid out of him.

Ten minutes later, he slowed down at the tree lot and he could see her white hat and her red coat, and fuck she must be freezing and most likely blue. And for the umpteenth time tonight, he fought back the urge to look for Finn. Puck hurried out to the back of his truck to look for a blanket and stalked towards her. As he got closer, he realized that, of course, she's wearing a tiny skirt and leggings and Puck could swear he'd never been more frustrated in his life.

"Christ, Berry! Have you ever heard of pants? Or maybe fucking thicker winter clothing?" He grumbled as he wrapped the thick blanket around her.

Teeth chattering, she gratefully wrapped the offered blanket around herself tighter, and tried to smile at him, "Thank you, Noah, I really appreciate you coming to get me especially on such short notice…I hope I didn't interrupt whatever activities you had planned."

"Do you always have to speak in long paragraphs?" he grunted at her as he pulled her closer to him, rubbing his arm up and down her side, "S'fucking freezing out here and that fucker just left you."

Rachel didn't say anything. She just shook her head as tears began to fill her big, brown doe eyes again.

"No," Puck tells her firmly, "DON'T cry. You don't have to cry because that moron left you here and it doesn't matter that you cheated on him with me, he shouldn't have fucking left you alone. Fuck, Berry, this is a Christmas tree lot, you're fucking Jewish!"

"Noah."

"Rachel, no."

"I was merely going to thank you for your kindness. I know you once told me we aren't friends, but I would like to believe that we are and that maybe, if given an opportunity…we could build such a wonderful friendship," she told him, in such a small voice that he was fighting urge after urge to just kiss the crap out of her. The fuck is with me and kissing Rachel fucking Berry. He made no response and did no such thing.

Puck led her to his truck and just as he was about to reach for the truck door, she pulled away from him so quickly that he felt a surge of cold rushing through his veins when she did. The fuck is with this chick?

"PUCK!" she said loudly, stomping her feet, "Did you hear me offering you my friendship?"

He seriously contemplated whether to answer her question or ignore her and throw her into the passenger side of his truck. Fuck this girl.

Finally, he looks into her eyes and smirks, "You know, Berry, it's about to be a new year…we just might become friends."

She gave him such a dazzling Rachel Berry smile that it shot straight into his pants. Jesus fuck. She reached out to pull him into a hug, and the next thing he knew he grabbed her and practically body slammed her into his truck. And worse, before he could register what was happening, his lips were on hers and for a second there, she was kissing him back. Just as she permitted his tongue entry into her mouth, he was pushed back with such a force coming from such a tiny person.

"Noah! Are you insane! How could you…How could you assume that a simple declaration of friendship is an invitation to just—just maul me!" She pushed him again for good measure, anger evident in her eyes.

Laughing, he tried to pull her in his arms again as she moved away from him purposefully. "Jeez, Berry. T'was a fucking impulse. You looked so….you were standing there all soft and…the fuck are you so upset about anyway? Obviously doesn't mean anything…you're so hung up on fucking Hudson."

He looked straight at her, brown meeting such a vivid green, daring her to tell him otherwise.

"...Right. You're…correct. It was, a mistake."

He turned his head and broke their gaze, as he nodded his agreement.

"Well, I guess that brings us back to being friends right?" She asked him taking a tiny step, reaching out to squeeze his bicep.

Puck nodded, not trusting himself because he might say something stupid, he yanked his passenger door open and gestured for Rachel to step in. But before she did, she offered him a tiny hand, and god help him, he couldn't help but grin at her, as he took her hand to shake.

"Don't think that just because we're friends it means you can fuck with my radio."