feedback is lovely!
Some days, Rachel thinks that she could fall in love with Puck. She knows that maybe some of what he does- his crudeness, his mohawk- maybe some of that is an act, covering up a lot of hurt he keeps inside buried deep. Or she sees him with his sister, calling her names that are brotherly, not obscene, and Rachel melts.
(There's something wrong with Rachel as well).
And some days, some times when he's with her he is the most gentle person she could imagine. His hands are rough and calloused but they touch her softly, and his mouth presses lightly. Some days, days like this, she wants to tell him I could love you. Days when he's Noah, not Puck. Days when he's the boy she grew up, not the boy she goes to high school with.
But days like that are far and few and in between.