A/N: Someone asked me why I don't write more fluffy stuff. Well I'm a very traditional girl. I wanted nothing more than a husband, two kids and to be a housewife. Love hasn't worked out for me, so it's hard for me to write something I'm bitter about, and really don't believe in. Though I will try.

Plus I really just write whatever pops into my mind, I really don't consider if it's sweet, funny or angsty.

The banner and the first drabble is by mancydrew on deviantart who let me use her picture.

"I got you a slushy."

"What flavor is it? Rachel asked.

"Puckleberry."

The first day of Rachel and Puck being an official couple and Puck thinks he just hooked up with the most selfish, craziest diva on the planet.

Puck cursed his mom for guilt tripping him into going out with Crazy Berry.

"Why can't you date a nice Jewish girl?" His mom told him, well she didn't have to put up with Rachel's solo hungry, me this, me that, yada, yada, yada he had to in the mere day Rachel and him have been dating.

"Hey, Noah!" Rachel just appeared in front of him, out of fucking nowhere, because she is just that freaky, "I got you something. It's nothing really, just a little present considering you didn't have to date me and ruin your reputation, because how low I am on the social ladder-"

Shit, Rachel's is doing that crazy, fast paced, long worded speech thing again. Puck just nods his head getting the main gist of it. He's almost embarressed how excited he got when Rachel mentioned the word "gift". Puck couldn't remember the last time a girl had given him any kid of present, unless you count Quinn and the MILFS saying not to hit his ass on the way out as a gift. "So here!" Puck looked down seeing blank music sheets, his name printed perfectly in Rachel's flawless and neat cursive and gold star stickers were stuck on every corner of the paper. "I noticed how you had song sheets in your guitar case, and I thought you could start making your own music now. And here, it's a guitar pick so you don't hurt your fingers anymore while your're playing."

Rachel is smiling a big bright smile at him which Puck returns, slinging an arm around her shoulder and kissing her cheek, "Thanks babe, I love it." He says walking her to class.

The second day Rachel and him are going steady, Puck thinks he has the most selfless and giving girlfriend in the world.

"So you and that Jesse kid, huh?"

"Please Noah, I've had a very stessfull night with the Jesse and Finn fight, and now Quinn- "

"You're calling that a fight?! It was more like a shoving match between two pansies."

"Irregadless, I'd just like to go home, take a nice bath, drink some tea and go to bed."

"Really Rach, are you dating him?"

"No, we are merely friends-"

"Good, because if he hurts you again, I'll break that son of a bitch in half."

"Make me something to eat woman!"

"Excuse me? But I am an idependent woman from the twenty first century! I do not need to make you dinner like some housewife from the fifties!"

"Make me a sandwich, Rachel before I hit up the nursing home for hot GILFS and find someone that will!"

"Please, don't do me a favor, Noah Puckerman! You old-"

Little Allison Berry sighed putting a hand to her cheek as she continued carefully coloring in between the lines of her coloring book. Granpa Puck and Grandma were always fighting. But when she looked up to see what damage has bee done so far, she smiled when she saw grandpa Puck take her grandmother in his arms,

"You know you're the only woman I want." Allison looked on as they shared a sweet kiss, making up again for what the five year old assumed was the millionth billionth time. The little girl sighed happily Cinderella, and Snow White could keep Prince Charming and their happily ever afters, Allison wanted a love like that some day.

Nope not Puck.

Finn might be Quinn's lapdog, Tina might have Mike by the balls, and Artie might be hung up on Britney.

Not Puck. He was a badass, that was not going to happen to him, like ever, with any chick.

"I need you to sing this song with me to make Finn jealous!"

Godd damn it, if he couldn't even hide his excited face.

And the fuckin' kicker is, Rachel is not even his girlfrined.

Fuck his life.