She'll Never Be Me
A Glee Fan Fiction
Chapter 11
"Who are you into?" Rachel asked Sam as she slid into his car after glee. They'd officially 'broken' up, since clearly he no longer wanted to be with Quinn because of her bitchy attitude and her chances with Puck were less than the odds of her ever becoming a real star up in the school rather than just a star in the Broadway world. He was mad at her for what she'd done the day before. And since he was clearly overly over reacting that had to mean that he was into her in the same matter that she had been into him. Her plan had only been in action for about nine days and already it was proved as a failure. It had ruined her chances with the boy she loved, and it was all her fault.
"Would you laugh at me for saying that I fell for you? Would you tell me that I was being totally cliche if I told you it was true?" He asked in the corniest way that she could ever imagine hearing from a boy. It would be like bringing a pizza box with the words will you be my girlfriend written across the top of the box. He had rhymed the words and turned them into a poem. He looked over at her with a half smile on his face and a sad, honest look in his eyes. And Rachel couldn't help but think why not?
"I wouldn't laugh. Not at all. I'd say...I'd invite you over for dinner tonight." She told him, biting her bottom lip as she nodded once, the words coming out without any real thought put into them. His half grin spread out into a full on smile, making her grin along with him. If they couldn't be with the people they loved, then why couldn't they try and fall for somebody else?
"I'll drop you off at your house and come over later, okay? I have to get Stevie and Stacey. But, um...are your dads going to be there? I know I've already met them and all and you say they like me...but they scare me," He blushed as he started the car.
"My two gay dads scare you? You're a big, bad football player!" She giggled as he pulled out of the school parking lot.
"Hey, parents are scary when it comes to the boyfriend. Especially dads. And you have two!" Sam laughed.
Rachel shook her head as she sighed, still smiling. Sometimes it was easy to forget that she was in love with Puck still. Sometimes, when she was with Sam, she could make herself believe that she really did want to be with him.
Sometimes, every once in a while, when they were together like they were at that moment in time, all by themselves and they didn't have to play pretend anymore, it was very easy for her to forget the fact that both of them were madly in love with other people. When it came to times like they were going through at that moment, it was easy to pretend she really loved Sam. Because it was easy to be comfortable with him.
Sam was a funny guy. He was sweet and honest. He didn't worry about stupid things like popularity and dramatics. When he'd learned that Quinn was cheating on him, he hadn't made it a big ordeal in front of the entire school. He'd just ended their relationship and moved on. Or, acted like he'd moved on at least. Which was why his outburst that day in glee rehearsal when he'd defended Rachel and finally told Quinn off had been so shocking for everybody. And had made Rachel feel a little bit more towards Sam than just their already existing friendship. It made her feel like there could be something more.
She gave Sam a quick kiss on the cheek as he pulled into her driveway, assuring him that it would just be the two of them for dinner that night, before she exited the car and started towards her house, not noticing the truck parked in her driveway until she reached the door, a few seconds after Sam had driven away, and crashed into the solid, muscular boy who was standing there, staring at it with his arms crossed tightly over his chest and an impatient scowl on his face as he tapped his foot. As the figure slowly turned around and Rachel backed away slightly, she realized that it was Puck's rusted old Chevy parked in her driveway and that the mohawked boy was on her porch.
"Well, that would explain why you weren't answering the door when I was pounding on it." He said simply. That was it. No hello. There wasn't any sort of greeting that he offered to her. Instead he just stood there, staring down at her with his arms stuffed into his pockets and a sheepish, nervous grin on his face as he stared at the ground, right at her feet, purposefully avoiding looking her in the eyes. He didn't offer her any reason for why he was there. All he did was state the obvious in saying that the reason she wasn't answering his obnoxious knocking-she knew it was obnoxious because it was always like that when he decided to be polite and knock-was because she wasn't home.
"Yeah, I guess that would explain why I wasn't answering the door, wouldn't it," She offered, trying to lighten the mood which was obviously full of enough tension that could albeit be cut in half with an extra sharp butcher knife. Of course she knew it wouldn't work. She could strip naked and start doing back handsprings across her lawn and he wouldn't even crack a smile. He was clearly there for a reason and it was obvious that all he cared about was getting the conversation he thought was important out of the way.
"I thought you and Evans were only dating so he could piss Quinn off. Why was he giving you a ride home? I'm pretty sure you and him ended your little ruse of a relationship when he decided he didn't want Quinn anymore. Or, don't tell me. He's picking you over her? He wants to be with you, doesn't he? God, every time I decide to come and try to make things right with you, some shit turns it all around," He rolled his eyes.
"What the hell is your problem? It's not like you're my boyfriend or something where you actually get to have any claim on me. You and I aren't even friends so I really don't under-"Rachel never got to finish. Puck grabbed her face between his hands and held her close, planting a kiss right on her lips.
Her arms instinctively wrapped themselves around his neck, her hands clasped together to hold him there.
As soon as it was clear that she wasn't going to be pushing him away, he slid his hands from her cheeks down to her hips and held her there.
"Noah," SHe mumbled against his mouth, but he only used her words as an opportunity to slid his tongue into her mouth, allowing their tongues to combine in their little dance routine that seemed to be second nature to him.
"I don't care that you think I don't have any claim over you, Berry. You're my girl and you've been my girl forever. You've been my girl since we dated last year, alright and I'm not letting you go that easily. If you want to be with Evans, then you're going to find that relationship really hard, because I'm going to constantly be trying to ruin it for you," He told her, staring down into her eyes.
"I..I don't want to be with Sam," Rachel whispered, breathless from the kiss. "I want to be with you. I've wanted to be with you since we made out earlier this year. I want you, Noah, and I love you. That's the whole reason I got this stupid make-over. That's the whole reason I started this entire act with Sam. That's why Santana, Brittany and I are friends and that's why I sang that stupid song about wanting you back and why I did that silly duet with Sam that didn't even sound all that great because our voices just don't-"She never got to finish that either, because he was kissing her again.
"Did anybody every tell you that you talk too much?" He asked her with an arrogant smirk on his face as he pushed her up against the wall, holding is hands firmly around her waist, lifting her off the ground a bit as he held her tightly between him and the door into her house, her arms locked around his neck as she struggled to keep herself in the air so that she was still level with him as they kissed. Then he slowly turned her around so that she was facing the door and started to nibble at her neck as she unlocked the door and he pushed her into the house, kicking the door shut behind them as they continued to kiss. "But, just so we're clear-I totally get claim on you now," He growled into her ear.
About an hour later, there was a knock at Rachel's door as she sat on the couch, cuddling in Puck's arms during a break from their make out sessions.
"Shit!"
"What's the matter?"
"I told Sam to come over."
"What?"
His grip on her tightened as he pulled her closer.
"He said I was the girl he liked now and I thought you hated me..."
"I could never hate you."
"Well I didn't know that before!"
"So he's here because?"
"He wants to be my boyfriend."
"Can I go scare him off?"
"Shit!"
"Baby, you cussing is totally sexy, but what's wrong now?"
"Your truck!"
"What about it?"
"It's in my driveway!"
"So?"
"He can see it!"
"What does that-"
"He knows I'm here. I have to open the door."
"Dammit," he groaned as she rolled out of his embrace.
Rachel slowly made her way towards the door and opened it slowly, plastering a smile on her face.
She opened the door to see an open box of pizza, with the words Will you go out with me or is this too cheesy? scribbled across it sloppily.
THe pizza was even a vegan pizza, which was a beyond sweet gesture.
"Is that Puck's truck?" Sam asked as he closed the lid, his smile gone.
"Yeah..."She admitted, lowering her head.
"Nice. Real nice." Sam rolled his eyes as he turned around and stormed off, tossing the pizza box down onto her porch as he left.
"SAM!" She shouted, making a step to join him.
"SCREW YOU, RACHEL!" He said.
"Don't you dare talk to her like that!" Puck screamed, appearing in the doorway besides her.
"Screw you, too," Sam said.
"Dude, I'm sorry I stole your girlfriend but-"
"Screw you!" Sam repeated as he climbed into his car.
