Let Me Be Your Star
A Glee Fan Fiction
Chapter 7
A/N: Another sickly sweet Puckleberry chapter for you guys.
"You wanna go to Starbucks?" Puck asked Rachel early the next morning as the typical early riser walked out of her bedroom in a pair of plaid capri pajama bottoms and a form fitting, white, off the shoulder tee shirt. "I was on my way there, but you're up, so I figured I'd ask," He replied, slipping his grey v-neck muscle tee on over his head. He woke up even earlier than Rachel, and this had been the latest he'd slept since his arrival. With his light colored tee shirt, he work dark denim straight leg jeans and black Converse.
"Um...I'm not, like, showered or anything," She whispered, her eyes locked on something beyond Puck. He smirked. He loved how flustered she got whenever she saw something other than his face, arms, and his legs below the knee.
"It's New York," He said, as if it was obvious. "Who cares?" He wondered, shrugging as he grabbed his wallet and stuffed it into his pockets. "You coming or what?" He asked, turning around and heading towards the door. He paused with his hand on the doorknob. "Well?" He asked, turning towards her and flashing a little smirk at her.
"Can I just slip some jeans on?" She asked him, grabbing her hair and twisting it into a messy bun on the top of her head as she walked back into her room.
"I'll wait," He called out to her. They didn't have to worry about things as silly as volume, because Kurt was an insanely sound sleeper. He could sleep through another World War.
Puck sighed as he stood by the door, waiting as patiently as he could for Rachel to slip on a simple pair of jeans. He shook his head as he glanced at his watch. She finally left her room ten minutes later, wearing a pair of denim capri skinny jeans, cuffed at the ankle with Coach boat shoes in black and white with a simple white button down blouse, the sleeves rolled to her elbow.
"Ready," She smiled.
He couldn't even be angry that it had taken her so long, because she looked so damn good.
The pair entered the nearest Starbucks to Rachel's hotel and walked towards the counter. Puck ordered his usual-a mocha cookie crumble frappacino, while Rachel studied the menu thoroughly before deciding on a white chocolate mocha latte. Puck smiled at her as he grabbed the drinks and carried them towards the counter where he had to grab his straw. He took a pen from his pocket and worked some magic on the cup. He approached Rachel and handed it to her.
"Read the warning," He nodded towards her as they started to walk back to her suite.
"Why? It always-oh my god," She replied, studying the words that had been covered up and the only three words left.
You're Extremely Hot
"Noah Puckerman," She scolded playfully. "I can't believe you'd write something so terrible on my cup," She shook her head. "It wasn't funny at all," She replied swiftly.
"What do you mean? Most girls swoon over that," He defended himself.
"No, Noah," She shook her head. "You see, what if that guy who had waited on us had been extremely good looking? What if I'd assumed he'd been the one to write that message to me? Where would we be then?" She asked.
"I'd be one miserable son of a bitch," He replied carelessly.
"And what do you mean by most girls?" She asked him.
"Are you jealous? I thought we covered the jealousy conversation already," He sighed, shaking his head at her.
"I'm not jealous," She rolled her eyes. "I just assumed that you were different with me, you know?" She asked.
"Of course I'm-"
"I don't mean that you don't want anything from me." She replied, cutting him off. "I meant that I thought you didn't hit on me because we were friends and you respected me as a person," She sighed.
"Rach," He shook his head as the entered the hotel. "Of course I respect you as a person. I understand that you're not a piece of meat, okay? You're my friend and you have been since we were kids, so don't ever think other wise, alright?" He said.
"When we broke up sophomore year..."She began slowly.
"I said we were never friends, and I was right. We were always best friends," He interrupted. "Berry, you need to get over this lack of confidence you have. Maybe nobody else could see it, but I knew it was always there. It was hidden, because you did a good job of burying it deep down inside of you, but you always had a little bit of a self conscious side that was trying to make you feel like less of a person. And the idiots in our school didn't do a good job of making you think otherwise. So, I want you to listen to me right now, alright? You are a beautiful, incredibly sexy good with a boat load of talent. You're smart, hilarious, and you've got a drive. So, don't let anybody ever take that away from you, because you have a way of sometimes letting your romantic side crush your goals," He told her. He didn't want to bring up names-like Jesse -because he knew that would hurt her too much. But he knew that she understood that he was referring to the vampire-like Vocal Adrenaline star from sophomore year.
"Puck," She whispered as they stepped onto an elevator.
"Yeah?" He asked.
"I...I never knew this side of you," She whispered, turning to face him.
"What side?" He asked, a smirk on his face.
"This sweet side," She whispered. "I wish I had...I feel like everything would have been different," She explained.
"What's that mean?" He asked, reaching out to pull her close.
"I can show you better than I can tell you," She smirked as she wrapped her arms around him, standing on tip toes and reaching up to kiss him. Right as their lips were about to touch, the elevator doors opened and they broke apart to find Kurt standing there, smiling at them, acting oblivious to the scene that had just been shown before him.
"Hey, I was looking for you guys!" HE said brightly as they exited the elevator. "You went to Starbucks without me? And didn't get me anything?" He complained jokingly. Puck scowled at him and Kurt turned around to face him, giving him an evil wink.
