Prompt: I don't say I love you to hear it back, I say it so you don't forget.
Everybody knows that Puck isn't good with the feelings thing. Of course, he can make a chick feel good all the time, but sometimes he can't just make them feel happy. He knows that shit is whack (come on, he's a stud!) but he deals with it, and he's getting better.
Rachel, his girlfriend, understands this. She falls in love quickly - and even quicker with him, because she had been secretly pining away for him ever since their brief stint in each other's arms (and him in her heart). She knows that although she is changing him, that change isn't just going to pop up suddenly in their everyday life with each other. They're going to have to work on it.
It's a Thursday evening, and he's just picked her up from dance practise, she tells him its ballet this time, but he can't remember all the different types. All he remembers is how hot his girl looks dancing and in her dancing clothes (and out of them). He's totally remembered that it's their four month anniversary, so he takes the romance path, (see, he's learning) and takes her to the local park for a picnic at sunset.
"Noah," she smiles, while he leads her blindfolded through the park, her Pointe shoes (hell yeah he knows what they are) in her hand, and a gorgeous purple and green dress hugging her curves in all the right places, "Where are you taking me?"
"It's a secret, babe. Just go with it?"
She giggles, "Okay, babe." (They're totally working on her too.)
"I know you love it," he leers, brushing his lips behind her earlobe, making her shiver, "And I know that's your weak spot, babe."
"You told me that last night, too. And the night before, an-"
"We're here," he says quickly to interrupt her, slowly unravelling her blindfold and winding his arm around her waist, "Happy Anniversary Rachel."
In front of them is a checkered picnic blanket, a tin of biscuits, chocolate dipped strawberries, and little finger sandwiches (her secret favourite food).
She turns, her eyes shining with delight, and softly kisses him, "I love you."
He hesitates, but starts, "I-"
"I don't say I love you to hear it back, Noah. I say it so you don't forget," Rachel whispers, while still pulled tight against his chest.
"Thanks, Rach," he says, smiling, "But this time, I was actually going to say it back."
She freezes, before jumping up into his arms, grinning into his neck, "'Bout time Puckerman," she teases.
Smirking, he shakes his head, "I love you, babe, and don't you forget it."
"I don't think I ever could," she whispers, pressing her lips against his, "I promise."
He smiles for the rest of the night, and so does she.
Go on, flame me.
I dare you.