Orginally this was supposed to be a one-shot, but a couple of you guys told me to update/continue, so i did, here we go part two!
20 minutes earlier
She sits in the auditorium, her legs dangling off the stage. She's thinking about Finn's stupid kissing booth. She wants to slam down a hundred dollar bill in his face, and kiss the living day lights out of him.
And then a part of her doesn't really care.
Not in the depressed, feel-bad-for-yourself way, but in the fuck-it-I-don't-really-give-a-shit way. Lately, after she finished fantasying about her and Finn's imaginary reunion, her thoughts wandered to another boy, one with a stupid Mohawk. She smiled at the very thought of him. He may have been a self-proclaimed badass, but in reality he was just a goofy boy who had somehow inched his way into Rachel's heart. Ever since her stupid breakup, she and Puck spent a lot of time together. Puck admitted to enjoying her company, while she admitted that she thought he was pretty cool. They had immediately become close friends, doing things together that neither of them were confident enough to do on their own. Puck convinced Rachel to go on a beer run, and she pried until he caved and admitted to liking chick flicks.
They genuinely liked each other, and being with Puck made the Finn-hurt kinda go away. So why did it bother her that Puck sang that song to Lauren. She should be happy for him! Why did it bother her that Santana thought Puck was her man? Why did it bother her that Puck still had sex with tons of other girls, it never bothered her before?
Of course if she was going to be honest with herself, she knows why. But Rachel wasn't ready to be honest.
So she sits here on the auditorium's stage, thinking about her failed relationship with Finn, and her confusing feelings for Puck. She was conflicted.
She heard the auditorium doors open and shut, and she knew who it was just by the sounds of his walk. He took a seat next to her and they both sat in silence.
"So, Finn is setting up a kissing booth should be interesting." He says to her.
"Yeah." She chuckles, "ten bucks he gets mono."
"You're on." They laugh together before the silence returns.
"I heard from Santana that Quinn's fooling around with someone."
"Oh yeah, who?" She has a feeling she knows who.
"Finn." He says quietly, almost like he wishes it wasn't true for her sake.
She nods knowingly. Who was she kidding? Quinn had Finn's heart, kinda.
"I'm sorry." He offers genuinely.
"Why? I'm not surprised, I'm a little hurt, no, I'm a lot of hurt, but whatever." She bites her thumb. "You know, I don't really think I ever loved him."
"Figure all that on your own, did ya?" He asks playfully.
Rachel smacks his shoulder. "I realized something."
"Huh?"
"It took awhile, but what I've found is that Finn was never that great of a boyfriend to me."
"Nope." Puck agrees.
"He was a far better boyfriend to Quinn."
"Yup."
"Did you know I kinda hate Quinn?"
"She's the worst. Did you know she was abusive?"
"No." Rachel gasps mockingly.
"Yup."
"Aww, poor Puckerman.
"I know." He swings his left foot, and then his right. Silence resumes.
"I'm having mixed emotions over the whole Finn ordeal."
"Really, what kind?"
"I'm not sure if I'm over him or not. That's why I'm going to pay a dollar at his stupid kissing booth, to figure this all out." She brings her knees up to her chin.
Puck wonders if she knows how beautiful she is.
"You're going to kiss him?"
"Yeah, it's the only way to know if there's still a spark."
"Interesting."
"It hurts to think that the whole time I was with Finn, he may have been thinking of Quinn. But who could blame him, she's gorgeous."
"Are you kidding me, she's hot, but…"
"Thanks." Rachel interrupts.
"You didn't let me finish. She's hot, but you're, you're beautiful, inside and out. Quinn, she's intentionally a bitch. You may be annoying, but you're not intentionally mean."
She rests her head on her knee. "You think I'm beautiful?"
"Of course. Rachel, I-I love you." Puck doesn't regret saying it; it's two months over-due. "And it might freak you out, but I can't help it, I'm head-over-heels in love with you. I don't know when it started, but somewhere along the way you not only became my best friend, but someone who I care deeply about.
"Puck," He waits anxiously, "you don't understand how long I've waited to hear you say that." She promptly concludes the moment by capturing his lips with her own. He tastes like watermelon, and she can't get enough of it. She wonders if she tastes like berry.
They both gasp for air, but neither of them pulls away completely. Instead they touch foreheads and smile at each other. Puck has never seen prettier eyes.
"I got you something." He whispers.
"You did?"
"Yeah, but don't get to excited." She can tell he's anxious to give it to her.
He reaches into his Levi's pocket and pulls out a necklace. It's a pink yarn necklace, the kind first graders use to make mother's day necklaces. On it is four white beads with black lettering; they spell P-U-C-K.
"Its kinda tacky, but I wanted to make you something special." He looks at her hopefully. He's right, it's terribly tacky, but it's perfect. Perfect for her. She knows that he would never in a million years do this for just some random girl, she must be pretty special.
"I don't really do arts and crafts but…" he trails off.
"It's the best gift I've ever gotten."
"Really?" He looks so happy.
"Yeah, it is. Here help me tie it on my neck." So he does. And when it's on her neck, she can't help but feel complete.
"Hey I was wondering if you wanted to go to Breadstix's tonight." She asks him.
"Sure, but make the reservations for six, papa Puck likes to eat early." He pats his stomach. She chuckles.
"Hey I gotta go; it's Jew-fro throwing time. But I'll see you later." He jumps off the stage and walks to the door. But not before he turns back, "Oh and by the way, make sure to tell me if you felt the fireworks when you kiss Hudson later on." He gives her a smirk.
"You still want me to do that?"
"Hells yeah, Hudson's got nothing on me! See ya later Berry pop." He walks out of the auditorium leaving Rachel in a Puck induced haze. She stares off into space for awhile longer while she clacks her heels together.
She looks down at her necklace and decides it represents her relationship with Puck; easy and beautiful.
