There will probably be one more chapter of this oneshot collection (after the finale next week, so I can attempt to fix whatever malarkey the writers come up with—seriously, the preview makes me want to stab my eyes out with a pencil, and I'm not typically one for violence). I think Favors has run its course. The show barely gives us anything anymore, so I think it's a sign that in canon, Puckleberry's done (unless something shocking happens in the finale!).
But in fanon, let it flourish, people! I want to see a deluge this summer! Spread the love, even though Ryan Murphy won't!
This is just a little moment that could have (should have) happened.
Enjoy!
-Brandi
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of its characters.
FAVORS BETWEEN FRIENDS
"Props": CONFRONTATION
Rachel barreled down the hall toward Puck, who was holding court with a couple of giggly freshman girls who were still under his spell.
"PUCKERMAN!" she screeched, and the girls scattered. She approached him with pointer finger outstretched, murderous glint in her eyes.
Puck held up his hands in surrender. He started to ask what the hell she was doing when she reached him, pounding his chest with her left hand and pointing at him with her right. He backed up against the wall, trying to escape the Berry firestorm, but there was no stopping it.
"A KNIFE FIGHT? Are you CRAZY? I know you're mad at the world right now and you have every right to be, but don't you EVER pick a fight with Rick the Stick EVER again, do you HEAR me?"
He nodded, taken aback by her intensity. She pointed her finger right up into his face.
"You could have gotten SERIOUSLY HURT! You could have missed out on NATIONALS; did you even THINK about that?"
She removed her finger from in front of his face and jabbed him in the chest. He tried not to wince.
"NEVER again, Puckerman. I can't worry about NYADA, Nationals, the wedding, and YOU, too." She wrapped her arms around his middle, pulling away so fast he didn't have time to respond.
"Never again. I MEAN it," she said as she backed away, still glaring at him.
He watched her turn around and walk away, shaking his head in dismay.
He wasn't big on being told what to do, but in this case, he was happy to oblige.