A/N: So, this is what my mind came up with just a couple minutes ago. I started writing a Kurt/Quinn friendship drabble about an hour ago, but soon is was approaching 700 words with no sign of stopping soon, so it is now a oneshot that will be up tonight or tomorrow. (I knew once I reached 1000 words that it was too long for a drabble, and awesome enough to post separately.)

This is just some Puckleberry goodness from Puck's POV, outlining his transformation from a commitment-phobe.

Hope you enjoy!

He's never been a relationship kind of guy.

He used to the whole 'bang 'em and leave 'em' concept, choosing to keep things impersonal and all about sex most of the time; and never waiting around until morning.

The first time he let feelings into the mix was with Quinn and look where that got him; nowhere good, that's for sure. It ended in heartbreak for him and a baby girl that'll never know how much he loves her. He opened his heart to her that day in the hospital, standing outside the nursery. And a couple weeks later, she stomped on it and left him down and bleeding.

It was a long time after that that he managed to properly pick himself back up and dust himself off. And longer after that until he decided to be 'foolish' again, in his own opinion, and let his emotions rule his actions.

That time he hasn't regretted; not one bit.

But even after he dropped the 'I love you' bomb on Rachel (in their small apartment in New York, shortly before she graduated from Julliard), he wasn't too keen on more commitment than the relationship they had.

He knows it frustrates her sometimes, but she dealt with it well and accepted it as part of him.

So now, as he's holding her close to him as sunlight shines in through a crack between the curtains on their bedroom window, the taxis sputtering and honking 11 stories below, he's freaking the fuck out internally.

Because all of a sudden, he found himself thinking, 'I could get used to waking up to this every morning'. And that kind of thinking is foreign to him. He's not ready for a lifetime commitment, right?

But . . . maybe he is. Because he can't even imagine doing this with anyone but Rachel, or without her; and the thought of her doing anything like with someone else fills him with a strange kind of rage he's only ever felt in relation to her.

And now, he can't get images of her in a flowing white dress, walking towards him with a dad on either side, out of his head. And he doesn't mind it.

And fuck, all he can think now is that he desperately needs a ring, as soon as possible.

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