Heehee, so this is my first fanfic. Ever! I've written stories before, but they were originals. So the characters will be a OOC, as I don't even know how to write Rachel, even though I love her dearly. -snuggles plushie-

Anyway, I suggest you listen to the song Deer in the Headlights by Owl City for this little fic. C: The whole concept of the song just reminded me of Puckleberry.

Summary: She's the very center of his not-so-secret affections, but he knows nothing could come of it - after all, she'll never give up on Finn willingly. Somewhere in Season 3, after Finchel's First Time(gag) but before Mash Off. Pelby isn't present in this story. Wee bit fluffy. C:

Rating: M for Puck's potty mouth. c: And because I'm paranoid.

Disclaimer: Well, last time I checked I didn't have a penis, so I'm pretty sure I'm not Ryan Murphy. Just a Milly.

Met a girl in the parking lot, and all I did was say hello

As he walked to his car and away from the shit building called high school, Puck played the air guitar in rhythym to Hot For Teacher by Van Halen. Once he reached the driver's seat, he dropped to the ground and continued to play, so into the song that he didn't even notice the small footsteps belonging to a certain girl creeping up behind him. He felt a tap on his shoulder, and the next thing he knew he was on his feet and about two seconds away from punching the stranger's lights out. Luckily, he caught the eyes - her perfect, sugary brown ey- shut up - before he could, and found himself this close to those beautiful lips. He smirked, trying his absolute best to keep his cool and not slip up and close the distance, and whispered seductively in her ear, "Hello, Miss Berry."

She flinched and stepped back, an adora-, no, a normal, not adorable frown beginning to crease her forehead. Puck sighed, waiting for the outburst that was sure to come, but to his surprise, and somewhat dismay, she simply shrugged and walked to his passenger's seat. Okay.

See, ever since her dads accidentally crashed her own car(he didn't even want to know how that happened), she had needed a ride and came running to Puck for the favor. Only until my car is fixed my ass, Berry. Puck, being the gentleman and hero that he is so well known for, obliged, though he wondered why she didn't just ask Finn, her actual boyfriend, or maybe Kurt or Quinn. Finn was probably curious too, probably also worried, but Rachel never explained herself. Not that Puck objected at all whatsoever.

Her pepper spray made it rather hard, For me to walk her home, But I guess that's the way it goes.

As soon as Puck got into the cab of his truck, he was assaulted by her delicious scent, a strange-but-in-a-good-way combination of peppermint and vanilla. Every single time he finds himself inhaling her and every single time he fights his urges to just lunge and ravish her right in the seat. It doesn't even get any fucking better. Each day, it just gets worse and worse. Damn perfume, shampoo, whatever the fuck it is. He looks over at her and grins wolfishly, just waiting for her to start rambling. In 5…4…3…2…1…

"I can not believe that you almost hit me, Noah!" Puck is so used to her calling him Noah that he doesn't even flinch anymore. Off she goes, he thinks as he watches her chatter on at about 100 miles per hour, smiling in slight admiration.

But when beauty met the beast he froze, Got the sense I was not her type , By the black eye and bloody nose, But I guess that's the way it goes

He still remembers the relationship that they had back two years ago. If only you fucking realized what you were letting go for fucking Quinn, he reprimanded himself for about the millionth time since they sang the duet Need You Know last year. Looking into those doe brown eyes and realizing he abso-fucking-lutely meant every single word of that song put a bunch of things in perspective for him. Well, actually two of them. 1) She's the most amazing, beautiful, talented, and damn fucking sexy girl - no, woman he's ever known, but 2) he can never do anything about it, because after all, she has him. His best friend. He's already crossed that line twice? Three times? Shit, he doesn't know, but he knows it isn't good to even do it once. And there wasn't a way in hell that she was giving up on Finn, and he knows that Finn is too afraid to let go of the only solid thing in his life right now.

Basically? He's royally fucked.

It's suffocating to say, But the female mystique takes my breath away, So give me a smile or give me a sneer, Cause I'm trying to guess here

In times like these, he'd wonder, Maybe she feels the same way, but doesn't want to leave Finn, especially after what happened between them. The mere thought of Finn doing the one thing he wants so desperately to do is almost enough to send him off the road. Right, I'm driving. And Berry's supposed to be talki- wait, why isn't she talking? Oh fuck, did she notice that I'm not listening? Fuck fuck fuck. He turned to her and rose an eyebrow cockily, masking his inner panic, and smirked at her. She simply rose her own eyebrow and started to giggle madly.

Okay, now I am seriously confused… He thought to himself, the beginning of a frown forming on his brow. "What?" He asked.

She didn't fucking answer. She just kept fucking giggling.

Well, the Man Upstairs must really not like him today, because he be damned, he wanted her even more than he ever felt possible now. Damn her.

"What's the hell? What's so funny, Berry?" He demanded. He had to look away to keep from colliding with a fucking Mercedes in front of him at a red light, and then turned back to her. She looked like she was about to explode.

"Y-y-you w-w-were m-ma-making f-f-funny f-faces, N-n-oah." She managed to choke out through her peals of laughter. He frowned again, trying to remember what he was thinking about while he was looking at those beautiful eyes - oh. He was thinking of his slightly crazy obsession with her. He must have been pulling some strange faces.

"Huh." Was all Puck responded with, now back to focusing on the rode in front of him.

Rachel let a little huff and said, "Aren't you going to tell me what you were thinking about? It must have been weird, you were making some really funny faces…" And off she was in the land of giggles, trying to keep from peeing herself.

Puck just rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Nope." He replied simply, popping the 'p'.

Rachel pouted. "But I want to know!" She whined playfully, tugging at his arm. The moment her fingers touched his bicep shivers went down his spine and he flinched away from her ever so slightly, praying that she didn't notice. He shook his head at her again, stuck his tongue out, and then motioned to the house he had parked next to.

"Home sweet home, Berry! Unless you'd like to come crash with me, which I'd haveno problem with." Okay, he had to throw some sort of innuendo in there to appear normal. He can't have her knowing the effect she has on him.

As expected, her expression became playfully horrified and slapped his arm before grabbing her bag and getting out of the car. Talking things out: 0 Distracting, sexual comments: 1. "Good bye, Berry!" He said in a sultry voice, winking at her. She just rolled her eyes at him.

"Thank you for the ride, Noah. I'll see you tomorrow!" She smiled at him, waved, and then almost ran into her house.

He sighed and slumped back into his seat once she disappeared, berating himself for staring at her lovely ass the whole walk in. It's really too bad that we can't go much farther than here.

Unrequited love: 2

Happily-Ever-After for Puck: 0

Put your sunglasses on, Cause you're the deer in the headlights

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Welp….yeah. I'm proud of this. C: I HAVE LOST MY FANFICTION VIRGINITY. TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK, PLEASE. :D I take constructive criticism.