A/N: I don't own Glee or anything affiliated with it, with the exception of memorabilia and merchandise!
From a prompt at the P/R drabble meme:
"I can't remember how this got started, but I can tell you exactly how it will end."
Puck wiped his forehead with the back of his hand as he settled into one of the old leather chairs in Burt's office. He spread his lunch out across the desk: a sandwich—cut diagonally—in a plastic bag, a can of soda, a bag of chips, and a small note.
Have an amazing day, Noah. I love you. –Rachel *
He smiled as he shoved the note into the chest pocket of his coveralls, keeping it partially because he loved anything she gave him, and partially as a reminder to have a talk with his mom about how close she was with his girlfriend. It was creepy that Rachel passed him notes through his mom. As Burt entered the small room, Puck looked up at him with a slight nod before pulling one half of his sandwich from the bag and taking a bite.
"So how is she?" Burt asked as he took the seat across from Puck. "Haven't seen her much lately."
Puck shrugged. "She's been busy with her college apps. Girl is definitely going places."
Raising an eyebrow, Burt nodded. He knew that it was a sore subject for Puck, the idea of Rachel moving to New York and leaving him in her dust. "She's pretty great, huh?"
"Yeah, she's kind of amazing." Puck took another bite and chewed thoughtfully before swallowing. "I think I'm gonna move to New York with her, man."
"I kinda figured," Burt answered with a knowing smile. He sat for a long moment, his eyes trained on Puck's face as possibilities flashed through the younger man's mind. Then he realized that through all the stories Puck had told him over the last year (and there have been plenty, probably stuff Rachel wishes he hadn't heard), he never found out one thing.
"How did all of this start between you two? One minute, she's dancing with Finn at my wedding, the next she's all you talk about."
Puck's head tilted to the side slightly as he tried to think back. "Y'know, I'm not really sure." He shrugged, returning to his sandwich.
Burt shook his head seriously. "Rachel's not gonna like that you can't remember that, Puckerman."
With a sigh, he reached into a pocket of his coveralls and pulled out a small velvet box. "I can't remember exactly how it started, but I can tell you exactly how it's gonna end."
As he flipped open the box and showed Burt the small diamond ring, he made the decision: he was asking her this weekend, and following her to New York in the fall. He'd follow her anywhere.