Authors Note:
This is just a sort Prologue really for a new Puckleberry based fanfiction I'm making. I'm hoping to continue with this, but considering it's me. I may come down with another case of writers block and have to discontinue it. Let's hope that doesn't happen. I'm trying to make Finn as likable as possible in this. It's set in the future I'd say quite a few years after Graduation and Puck, Rachel and Finn are currently living in New York. I'll be bringing in the other characters at some point. If I continue it then I'll bring them in the next chapter. This was just giving you an insight on what's happening. Puck is obviously aware that he's in love with Rachel, yet she doesn't realize she may or may not possess the same feelings for him. Finn will play a larger part in this, I was just experimenting really. It's short for a reason. Sorry, if you don't take to kindly to it.
Rachel tapped her manicured fingers on the counter top as she peered at her fiancé. She was currently going through wedding plans and measures in her mind. Finn and herself had come to a decision that ,with Rachel's etiquette and impeccable taste, they would not be in need of a wedding planner. They had been engaged for 3 months now and Rachel's high school girl fantasy was coming true. She was marrying the man of her dreams. After spending their years of high school pondering through their relationship and being more on and off than Ross and Rachel. Finn had finally decided that he loved Rachel and he wanted to be with her. Rachel was obviously overjoyed and welcomed him back into her life with open arms and a heart ready to love him again. After that, they just went through the motions of life. Going to the same college and spending as much time as possible together. This is what Rachel imagined her perfect life being like. Then, they moved to New York. So, Rachel and Finn could pursue their dreams. Rachel's obviously being on Broadway and Finn's to become a football player and start a family with the small brunette.
Although their dreams hadn't exactly gone to plan. Rachel was out of a job and told all her fellow friends and family she was a sabbatical from Broadway and the finer arts to focus on her amazing relationship with her fiancé. When in reality she was struggling to find a production that would fill her needs to be a starlet and Finn's needs to her raising a child. His only rule was that they raise their child the old fashioned way and she would become a housewife. Rachel, being too afraid to lose him to Quinn Fabray again, agreed to this. And, here she currently was. Imagining what stylist would style Finn's tuxedo. Was she happy? She liked to think she was.
Puck knocked his brass knuckles on the apartment door that housed Rachel and Finn. He'd moved to New York not too long ago. He'd been here a couple of months actually and he was already craving the stability that was the city. But, he had to admit he missed the simple country life. New York was a big place and he liked to think anything could happen here. He'd spent the previous night at a gig at the bar on the corner of a Bronx street. He was pretty beaten down since the gig lasted till about 1 am the following morning. But, what was he complaining about? He got paid a shitload of cash for doing something he loved. Puck had recently realized that performing was almost his favourite thing… Besides, sex. That was definitely he's favourite thing. Always would be.
He smirked widely as Finn appeared on the other side of the door. A goofy grin on his lunky head. "Sup, Hudson." He greeted with a warm clap on the bicep as he welcomed himself into the house. Finn shut the door behind him and nodded toward the couch before they both sat down with a sigh of relief. "How was your gig?" Finn announced as he leaned forward grabbing the beer he had on the table from earlier taking a sip. Puck shrugged his shoulders. "It was good." He said simply. Puck wasn't one for words, he'd much rather pretend to listen than involve himself in a shit storm of pointless chit chat.
Puck's gaze shot up just as Rachel entered the room. A warm smile on her lips as she caught sight of him. Puck returned the smile before turning his attention to both Rachel and Finn. "How's the wedding planning you love birds?" he questioned, with a smirk. Finn shrugged and Rachel nodded primly. "It's going well. I've already put together 2 folders fiddling with possible ideas." She said with a wide, proud smile. That made Puck smile that much more. Was Puck happy? He was excluding the small fact he was in love with his best friends fiancé. But, no biggie.
If you asked him, he couldn't tell you the exact moment he had fallen in love with Rachel Berry. Because there were a lot of those moments. She always managed to make him fall for her even more. This had been going on for years now. His estimation would probably track back to Senior Year. Although he always knew, really. Well, he was pretty aware he always had a thing for Rachel. That every time she'd ask him to do something or she needed someone he'd come-a-running. She was that person for him, you know? The one you'd always have feelings for. Until they got so damn deep they craved their initials into your heart. And, Rachel had craved her pretty little star straight into his heart. But, there was always one thing stopping him from being with her. From taking that chance. And, that reason was always Finn. Ever since the whole baby gate fiasco in junior year and the whole making out Rachel thing, Puck had learned his lesson. He was fortunate to have Finn forgive him both those times, because as God as his witness if Puck was in Finn's shoes he would've smashed some skulls. Finn was like his brother and he'd almost lost him both those times. He couldn't make that mistake again. As much as he wanted Rachel, he had to face it; She wanted Finn not him. And, things were as they should be… Rachel and Finn conquering all, just like they always did. He'd always be second best.
His main problem was the ache in his heart every time he looked at the ring on Rachel's finger. All he could think about was how she should be getting married to him, how he should be the one making her happy, that he deserved just as many chances with her as Finn did. It made him really damn pissed when he questioned what made Finn about man then him. Puck knew he didn't deserve her, but if she chose him; he'd give her everything he had, he'd never stop trying to make her happy, he'd put her dreams in front of his, he'd love her forever and he'd always tell her that.
Puck propped his elbows on the dining table, leaning forward slightly. Rachel entered the room and placed the large bowl of mash potato on the table. A scrunch of her nose as she looked at him, she smacked his arms off the table. "Use your table manners, Noah. Or, have you lost all of the things your Mother taught you?" she tsked him; a soft smile hidden behind a scowl. Puck shrugged sheepishly and smirked. "Just don't go around and tell my Ma that. Or she'll personally come to New York and remind me." He said, chuckling to himself as he grabbed the spoon for the mash potato and went all out. Letting three full serving spoonfuls fall onto his plate. Rachel scrunched her nose at the sound of the mash potato coming in contact with the plate. As much as it disgusted her, something about Puck's abrasive boyish actions amused her. He was her little part of Lima they took with them. He hadn't changed in the lengths of, he was still crude, he cussed constantly and he still had that large ego. But, he had grown up too. Nonetheless, he had gotten rid of his Mohawk the second week he was in New York. Her gut had actually churned seeing him without it. Was it odd that she kind of missed it? Not that she didn't think it was ridiculous looking. It was. It was just also very Puck-esc. Something only he could pull off. That was the Puckerman charm for you. She swatted at his bicep and squeaked in rage as a small blob of mash potato landed on her freshly cleaned table. "At this rate I might just call your Mother." She said, biting back a smug smile as she took a seat. Her eyes falling on Finn would sat across from her at the other end of the table. A goofy grin across his still boyish features as he watched Puck and Rachel banter. Rachel had almost forgotten he had been there. She flushed at her thoughts of her ignorance toward her fiancé as she scooped herself her own plate and held the bowl of potatoes across to Finn. "Here, sweetie." She said politely. Puck couldn't help but snort and shook his head. Rachel shot him a glare, but smiled as she looked down at her plate again.
It was funny how she seemed to forget others when a Puckerman was around. Well, a certain Puckerman… That being the man sitting a few feet from her now, scooping the mash potato into his mouth in large mouthful, she couldn't help but giggle. It's all a part of the Puckerman charm.
That's all I currently have for now. :D Let's hope, I can get some done soon. I'm all for constructive cristism. I know, I'm not the strongest writer and it would really help me out if you review it. Hypothecial cookie if you review... I'm even open to ideas. Go for it. :D
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