Disclaimer - I don't own Glee! If I did, Puckleberry would have happened a LONG time ago.
A five year old Rachel Berry carefully pulls her famous vanilla muffins from her toy oven and sets them on the carpet of her room. A curious hand belonging to one Noah Puckerman sneaks his way to the tray, only to be smacked away.
"Noah,"Rachel whined, " you promised me that you would wait. Remember last time when you burned your tongue?"
"C'mon Rachel, please?"
"No."
"Avast, ye mateys! Is that muffins I smell?" A young Finn Hudson asks, while jumping onto Rachel's bed.
"Yes, but they're hot!" Rachel puffs as she blows her hair from her face.
"But you will have to duel me for this treasured booty, Buttface!" Noah yells as he swings his sword through the air.
"Challenge accepted, Snotnose!" Finn exclaims as he grabs a makeshift sword, a beach barbie doll, and points it at his opponent.
"Finn!" Rachel squeals. "That's new! Do you want muffins or not?" She asks, placing her hands on her hips.
Without another word, both boys scramble to the tray, grabbing at the warm muffins.
"Your muffins are really good Rach!" Finn grins as he stuffs two into his mouth. Rachel beams at the compliment, nodding her head in approval.
"Of course they are!"
A three year older Rachel Berry places the tray of muffins, this time made with the real oven, onto the kitchen table.
"I would like to welcome the newest member of our club, Quinn Fabray!" she smiles as she looks at the blonde girl.
"Yeah, you're really welcome."
"Really, really welcome." Both boys grin as they pick at their muffins and stare at the new girl. Rachel sits on her stool, covered in pink paint and glitter, and observes the boys and their uneaten, and cold, muffins. A new girl is good, she thinks to herself. Good.
"Thanks. Moving here has been really fun!" The girl says, giving Rachel her dazzling white smile. Rachel frowns as she still observes the still uneaten muffins. She takes a bite of her own and sighs.
"Yeah, moving must be great."
"Really, really great." The boys smile once again. Rachel takes in a deep breath. A new girl is good.
Good.
"But I just baked my vanilla muffins!" A thirteen year old Rachel exclaims while standing at her front door.
"Yeah, but this party is meant to be really great! It's just one day!" Noah says, nudging Finn's shoulder.
"Ow! What was that for?" Noah sighs and looks at Rachel guiltily.
"Come on, guys! The party starts soon, and Santana doesn't like latecomers!" Quinn Fabray yells from her sister's car.
"But you haven't missed a muffin night for years!" Rachel complains, holding the tray dejectedly.
"Please Rach, just one night!" Noah pleads, while grabbing Finn's shirt, making him stay in his place.
Rachel looks over at Quinn, tapping at the side of the car, and sighs. A new girl was meant to be good.
"Whatever." Rachel murmurs, grabbing at the side of the muffin tray, her knuckles turning white.
"Thanks Rach!" Finn says excitedly and runs down her driveway. Noah looks at her for a second, and looks back at the car.
"Are you coming or not, Puck?" Quinn yells.
Rachel furrows her brow. "Puck?" She whispers confusedly. Noah looks at Rachel once again before walking down the driveway. And when he does, Rachel has a nagging in her stomach saying that it would be the last time he would.
Four years later, Rachel Berry sits on her stool, eating her vanilla muffin, alone. She picks at the remaining glitter and smiles to herself, remembering when she insisted on putting glitter on her club chairs. The boys were all up for it. Quinn Fabray thought it was lame. She looks out her window at sighs. The distant sight of Quinn's house is right out that window in the kitchen, always portraying the sight of Noah Puckerman, or Puck, Rachel thinks bitterly, leaving the house with a different girl every time.
When did it all go wrong?
Rachel sniffs and listens to the faint thumping of music coming from the party that she was not invited to. She can still feel the ice cold sting of the red dye #4 slushie on her cheeks, and the sink of her heart when she realised that the slushie had come from Noah.
"It's Puck." She mumbles to herself and laughs. Then she cries. And cries.
A new girl was meant to be good.
Hi! This is my first fic, please review, constructive criticism is appreciated! I'm not sure if this should be a one-shot or an actual story, and I know its really short but this idea has been in my head for a while and I wanted to get it out!
Anyway, please review, and thanks in advance! xoxo