A/N Sorry about the wait! Moving to Uni is hard work I forgot!
Letters 7
Puck growled in the back of his throat again and ripped up the piece of paper he had been writing on dropping the pieces on the floor which was a testament to his previous failed attempts, throwing the pen down on the desk he swivelled in his chair to look back at Collins who was lounging on his bunk "Why is this so fucking difficult?"
"Because you're jealous" Collins shrugged reading his book "and all you want to write is that you don't want her to date this Jake guy"
"But I can't just randomly write 'Hey Rach don't date some guy because I don't want you to'"
"Maybe you could explain why you don't want her to date someone, which might help" Collins drawled turning the page.
"Yeah because 'and you have to stop dating him because I want you to go out with me, but you are going to have to wait until I'm back and even then it's going to be a long distance relationship because I'm in the army for another 5 years' is going to go down so well"
"You want to go out with her or get in her pants?"
"I actually want to go out with her" Puck admitted quietly "everything I learn about her just makes me want her more"
"Dude you don't just want her, you kind of in love with her"
"No I'm not" Puck insisted shaking his head "I just like her"
"Right" Collins sarcastically agreed "just ignore the bit about the date and reply to the rest, write your letter dude"
Rachel tossed herself onto her sofa on the phone to her agent hearing for the twelfth time the prep for the surprise she had mentioned to Puck in her letter, picking up her pile of mail that her new housekeeper had brought up earlier when Rachel had been at rehearsal.
Flicking through them idly as she listened to her agent, she broke into a smile as she came across one stamped air mail and addressed with Puck's scrawling script.
"Got to go" Rachel said brightly before hanging up, leaving her agent blustering on the other end, ripping open the letter she snuggled back into her cushions.
Rach
Well I got to use everything to my advantage, and being a Ranger is really badass and well I'm hot so I may as well use it to my advantage as well as my general awesomeness of course. Now trust me on this girl you looked nothing like a Grandma or a Toddler in high school, you looked like every guys wet dream with the short skirts and tight shirts, I actually didn't like it when you changed in Junior year to the dresses and cardigans. Yeah you were still hot but my favourite outfit was always the one with your little black skirt, I think you know why I loved it so much there is a pretty obvious reason. And as for me being crass enough to tell you of course I would tell you, there is one thing I will always be and that is honest enough to tell you exactly what I'm thinking, and I'm usually thinking about sex, and legs, and your legs in general really.
If we are bringing up old outfits and costumes I got to say, you and your Lady Gaga outfit, the second one obviously you looked hot in fact better than all of the rest of them, but I did like my outfit for Lady is a Tramp, and it would look great for that night out. Now we have to stop talking about it because there is other stuff we are going to do when I get back to New York, like Ice Hockey games, and Statute of Liberty, man we got shit loads to do Rach, I can't wait for you to show me New York.
Yeah I guess I haven't told you anything about this place, I guess it's because as much as I love my job being out here means that I am doing it twenty four seven, down time is rare and even then you're always sort of on alert for things going on around you. But yeah I got a roommate as it were; you know living in a tent out here really so he's a 'tent mate' his name is Jack Collins, he's a good guy and I am sharing with him. Not by choice I should warn you he keeps stealing my Twinkies from my foot locker when I'm not here, and yes that is a massive hint for you to send more (picture a really big grin here).
As for singing to national anthem at Yankee stadium? Dude that is fucking awesome! You must be getting huge over there, I mean like famous wise, and what is this surprise? You can't just tell me you have a surprise and then not tell me that is cruel and mean! I will start sulking and then you will regret it.
Noah xxxx
PS thanks for the guitar pick its awesome!
Puck paced past the mail office for the second time that day, his stomach full of churning nausea, he had replied to Rachel over two weeks ago, and while that didn't seem very long he knew that she knew he was back at base and would have replied straight away. Or at least she usually would have replied straight away, wracking his brains to remember exactly what he had written and if he had pissed her off enough that she wouldn't reply he popped his head in again only to be met with the apologetic shaking of the Private's head.
Frustrated and angry he went back to his paper work and the planning for the next operation they had planned for next week, before he had guard duty later that night for six hours.
"Puckerman!"
"Yes sir" Puck replied jumping to his feet as his Captain walked in.
"Got a job for you, follow me" Captain Summers said motioning for the Lieutenant to follow him "we got a celebrity coming out for a USO tour, you're good with people so it's been decided by high ups that you and your squad are on the security detail"
"Ok then" Puck shrugged, wondering who the celebrity was only idly as he followed his captain to the helicopter pad, shielding his eyes as the Blackhawk landed and kicked up the dust into their faces, hearing his Sergeant direct his squad into their positions behind him.
He looked up as the air cleared and saw a petite women being gently helped down onto the ground as the blades slowed down, her hair pulled back and wearing a helmet and vest he couldn't tell who it was until she was right in front of him. Very familiar chocolate brown eyes glittering with hidden amusement as she looked up at him, Puck restraining himself from picking her up by the skin of his teeth.
"I thought I would deliver this in person" Rachel quipped sliding a familiar envelope into his hand.
"Yeah she may have requested you be her security" the Captain smiled "go on then Puckerman, greet her properly"
