"If you were falling, then I would catch you," the weight of a guitar in my hands was unusually comfortable, "You need a light, I'd find a match. Cause I love the way you say good morning and you take me the way I am."
He did. Take me the way I was. He wanted me the way I was, not like with Finn. Then I opened my mouth and ruined it, all because I wanted Finn, and now I realize that I don't even want him anymore.
"If you are chilly, here take my sweater,"I smiled through the words as a swayed in my seat, remembering the day he put me in his letterman jacket. "God, Berry. It's winter, you'll freeze your little ass off if all you wear are those short skirts and tiny sweaters," he told me, I took it as "wear this so you don't get a cold…But don't stop wearing the little skirts, they're hot."
"Your head is aching, I'll make it better, Cause I love the way you call me baby, and you take me the way I am," That's one thing that made me laugh, no matter all the sweet things he would say, trying to get me in bed with him, he called me Baby only twice. He calls me Berry, I asked him why and all he said was "It fits you. Berry's are tiny, and they taste good," then to prove his point, he shoved his tongue in my mouth.
"I'll buy you rogaine, if you start loosing all your hair," as vain as he is, he would have a heart attack if he started loosing what little hair he did have, "Sew on patches, to all you tear," I took one of his jerseys that had a hole in it and fixed it. I slept in it that night, but when he asked I told him I didn't and then walked away to hide my blush, I could have sworn I heard him say "too bad".
"Cause I love you more than I could ever promise and you take me the way I am." This isn't fair. I shouldn't love him. I should love Finn, I've loved Finn for a long time and one week and a breakup shouldn't change that. Why do I love him?
"You take me the way I am," I guess I answered my own question. He did something that Finn never did for me. He tried, and I ruined it.
I continued strumming about to add the extra verse that I wrote especially for him when I heard the door close slowly…I never heard it open and froze as I heard a voice that was all too familiar, "Didn't know you could play the guitar, Berry."
He pulled up a chair and sat in it backwards. Pffttt, did he think that was cool?
"Didn't think you ever cared, Puckerman," I said coldly, because really it was no secret, he never cared. I could pretend all I want but it was just an experiment to see if someone could finally get into Rachel Berry's pants. Douche bags.
"I don't," I knew it. "It's just nice to have a fellow guitar player…even one as amateur as you," he continued.
"Oh, get a life," I said as I got up and put the guitar away, I contemplated calling him a series of things but decided against it.
He followed me to the cabinet where I put the instrument away. "Aw, come on. Why are you so mad Berry, I haven't don-" he started.
I interrupted him, letting my anger control me, "What Puck?" I asked using his nickname that I rarely used, "Haven't done anything worse than the hell you've put me through since we started high school?" I asked walking into him and he walked backwards. It felt nice having power and demanding attention not on a stage for once, "Oh, right. I forgot, you fell into the land of ass hole's and can't find your way out. You know what Puck?! Go screw yourself!" I screamed at him and walked out of the room.
I stalked to my locker angrily glad that class wasn't out yet.
"Hey, Berry!" I heard the door open and saw him walk towards me. I waited until her was right in front of me to acknowledge him.
"What. Do. You. Want?" I asked through gritted teeth.
"Got a map?" He asked handing me the printed out words of the song that had my notes on it, and turned around. "See you in glee," He called to me without looking over his shoulder.