"Okay, so he's taking you to a winter fair!" said Kurt coming out of Rachel's bathroom with a kit full of makeup and a few outfit choices.
"How do you know?"
"Mercedes told me." Mercedes, she thought, since when did Puck and Mercedes talk? Mercedes was probably wondering the same thing about Kurt and me.
"So a winter fair? What kind of things are you supposed to wear to a winter fair?" she said sitting on the edge of her bed.
"Well sequined legwarmers are a no," he said tossing her few pairs to the side.
"But, but," she stopped. She knew there was no point arguing with Kurt; he knew his fashion.
"And the pants suits; have got to go," he said tossing those to the side as well. "Now this, this is perfect." He was holding up an outfit that Rachel didn't think she could pull off.
"Do you really think I can pull that off?" she asked him modestly.
"Girl, you've got curves, trust me, he'll go crazy when he sees you in this."
"Thank you so much for helping me, Kurt," Rachel said; changing in the bathroom.
"Anytime darling." He was looking on her vanity and found a perfume. He spritzed a little in the air and suggested she wear it. "Oh, and I suggest you wear this," he said tossing the bottle to her.
When Puck got home, he decided to make dinner for his mother and Stacy. Mom works so hard, the least I can do is cook for one night. Although he had no idea what he was doing the dinner turned pretty well if he did say so himself. His mom and sister got home around 5:40.
"What's going on here?" asked his mother when she came through the door.
"Something smells yummy!" yelled Stacy.
"Hey, kiddo," said Puck picking up his little sister in his arms.
"Noah, who made dinner?" She sounded excited.
"Well I did. I figured that you work so hard and the least I can do is cook for one night," he said to his mother. When she looked at him, she saw a smile. She hardly ever saw a smile on her son's face. She knew that could only mean one thing.
"So who is she?" asked his mom as she sat down at the table.
"Who's who?" He knew who she was talking about, but he didn't feel like talking to his mom about his love life.
"This girl you're crazy about," said his mom nonchalantly.
"Her name's Rachel," he said with a bit of a red blush forming on his face.
"Ooh, Nohie's got a girlfriend," teased Stacy. He picked up his little sister and held her upside down. She giggled as he tickled her belly. "Let go, Noah!" she said laughing. He put his sister back down on the chair.
"Tell me about this Rachel girl," pushed his mom.
"Mom, I'm not gonna tell you about her."
"And why not?"
"Because, I don't know, it's embarrassing to talk to my mom about this stuff."
"Well you know I'm here if you ever wanna talk about it?" she said empathetically.
"Thanks Mom. I have a date tonight, is it alright?" He never asked his mom for permission to go out; he'd just do it.
"Of course, but only if it's with this Rachel girl." She looked at him sternly.
"Mom, Rachel's the only girl I want to go out with."
"This girl really must be something special," smiled his mom between mouthfuls of spaghetti.
"She is." He smiled and then headed out the door to pick up Rachel for their date.
As he waited for someone to answer the door, he fixed himself up. He normally would just wear jeans and a t-shirt on a regular date, but this wasn't a regular date. This was a special date with a special girl.
"Why hello," said Tim; one of Rachel's fathers. "I'm Rachel's dad, Tim."
"Hi Mr. Berry, I'm Pu- Noah Puckerman." He was so used to being called Puck that he almost had forgotten his real name.
"Rachel should be down in just a minute. Would you like to come in?" asked Rachel's other father; Bill walking in from the living room. Puck walked into the living room and sat down on the brown leather chair. He was a bit uncomfortable sitting there. He'd never met any of his previous girlfriends' parents before, so this was all new to him.
"So Noah, what are your intentions with our daughter?" said Tim as they all waited for Rachel to come downstairs.
"We're just going out on a date," he said.
"Where are you taking her?" asked Bill.
"We're going to the winter fair about 19 miles from here." Puck relaxed a little more now.
"We're very protective of our daughter, so we hope that you won't hurt her." They both looked at him with a look that said "if you hurt her, you'll regret it."
"I would never hurt Rachel, I promise," he said just as Rachel was coming down the stairs. Kurt was holding her waist to help her down the stairs. Since when did Rachel and Kurt start hanging out? He wondered.
"Daddy you aren't intimidating Noah, are you?" she asked both her parents.
"No, we're just letting the boy know our rules."
As soon as Puck saw Rachel, he was in awe. She was wearing an outfit that he'd never in a million years imagine her wearing. She had on some black, tight skinny jeans with a metallic racer-back tank top. Over that was an ochre cropped leather jacket. She had on black feather drop earrings with black strapped high heels. She was carrying a scaled leather tote and wore a black and white leopard print scarf around her neck. She had pink shiny gloss on her plumped up lips. He didn't even notice the crutches because he was so focused on her. He looked her up and down and he had to yank at his shirt collar a little to catch his breath. He suddenly felt hot. He touched his face and he knew he must have been blushing like crazy. He didn't care though. When he got closer to her, he noticed that she smelled like vanilla and bubblegum. If what she was wearing didn't drive him crazy, the smell sure did.
When Rachel saw Puck, she nearly fell down the stairs. He was wearing black jeans as well and instead of his normal t-shirt, he was actually wearing a blue flannel dress shirt. He still had on his black suede Nike's, but she didn't mind that. She thought it was cute. She studied him up and down and she had to yank at her jacket collar a little to catch her breath. She suddenly felt like it was 90 degrees. She knew she had to be blushing, but she didn't care. He walked up to her and she noticed that he smelled like musk and old spice. On anybody else, she would have hated it, but mixed with Noah's normal scent, it drove her crazy.
"Have her home by 11:00," her fathers warned.
"I will," he said holding the door open for Rachel.
"Goodbye you lovebirds," said Kurt once they were all outside the door. He walked home and left them to their date.
"Bye Kurt and thank you for helping me tonight!" called Rachel.
"You look fantastic," he gulped. He couldn't think of any other word to use. Well, he could, but he didn't have time to say them all.
"Thank you Noah, you look pretty good yourself," she said putting her crutches in the backseat of his truck and hopping into the passenger's seat. Before he got into the car, he composed himself. His heart was beating way faster than it normally should, but he sort of enjoyed that feeling. He calmed down and jumped into the driver's seat.
Before Puck got into the car, Rachel composed herself. She found that her palms were sweaty and she was nervous. Calm down, Rachel, it's just Noah. Oh, who am I kidding, it's Noah. She wiped the sweat that was beading on her forehead and Puck got into the car.