A/N: I found this while scrolling through my Microsoft documents. I read it, revised it, and I think it's okay at best. I wrote it a long time ago when I first started watching Glee and this formed. Read, review, know I will laugh at flames, and go on with life.
Disclaimer: I do not own any form of Glee. It's all Ryan Murphy and those folks with the money. I'm pretty sure they started stealing ideas from fanfiction stories, though.
Summary: From the first time I laid eyes on her, I knew I loved her. Then, all the mistakes happened and I still managed to find a way to love her. And she loved me too.
Brown Yet Colorful – Chapter 1
Brown. Yet colorful.
That is the first thing I thought when my eyes rested upon her that September day.
She sat near the window, basking in the golden light, a goddess in secret, in solitude. She was built of various shades of brown. Dark brown hair loosely down her back in cascading curls; milk chocolate brown eyes that could make me melt with a single fleeting glance; light, milky caramel skin glowing with each ray of light.
She was colorful in a way that complimented her perfectly.
Dressed in a bright red sweater, a blue plaid skirt, white knee socks, and black shoes, she was beautiful. She was perfect. She was someone I had yet to truly meet. She was unique; her nose and voice making her so.
I learned her name was Rachel. I was in love with her and I realized it many years later, after all of my mistakes. Each slushy and fight pulled us closer apart.
We were opposites in every way. She had dreams and was working towards them. I was just another kid bound to be a failure and stuck in Lima, Ohio. Glee club saved me.
Despite everything, Rachel helped me through each day, each problem. She was the only one who never judged me on Beth, Finn, Quinn, and everything else in between.
She forgave me for every moment in my life that I made a wrong choice that I regretted in the morning.
And Rachel loved me back in time. But she didn't love the Puck I had been as much as she loved the Noah I am around her. I'm different around her and only her.
She changed me for the better. I'm not a jerk or a bully around her. I protect Rachel and she protects me.
I was only eight back when I first saw her, though. All I thought of the first time I kissed her in her bedroom and every time after – from our wedding to our deaths was the same thought.
After a long fulfilled life full of Broadway and children – pleasing my mother even – was the single thought: Brown. Yet colorful.
