Hey, I'm back again. Another chapter tonight, woo. I still had the idea fresh in my mind. I'm kinda aiming for Puck being her fender bender. The person she always turns to but never acknowledges in that way. Rachel still believes in her relationship with Finn but she's beginning to question it every so often considering Finn doesn't like to assure her she's the only girl around. Next chapter I'm going to aim for a little summer fun in the pool. And, a little more intense Puckleberry. Which will evidentially lead to Rachel questioning her feelings about Puck? She's going to do this a lot until the end. I'm going to try and minimize this story to a total of 10 to 12 chapters. If not, then nothing over 15. It's only going to be short, just to introduce my style of writing to you guys. Yup. :D Enjoy.
Rachel fiddled with her engagement ring as she watched Finn again from her spot on the couch. This was a daily routine; after all company was gone, in this case Puck, they would sit around for an hour an half and watch TV together before go upstairs. Rachel would read a novel or God forbid plan their wedding while Finn did so work on his laptop. It wasn't that Rachel didn't like persistence, she actually admired it. But, there was being persistent and being just plan bored with your life. Finn was sitting beside her, his eyes on the screen. A smile on his lips as he laughed quietly and something that happened in the romcom they were watching. Something Rachel wasn't in the slightest bit interested it. She bit her bottom lip and took a hold of his hand; intertwining their fingers. She looked down at their hands, the expansion of his hand practically covering up hers. She scrunched her nose and looked up at him. "We should assign a certain day for us to plan the wedding. I would like to happen to soon, you know." She hinted, fiddling absentmindedly with his large fingers. Looking back up at him threw her eyelashes. Finn furrowed his brow and looked down at her. "C'mon, Rach. We plan the wedding all the time. Can't be take a break… Take a long engagement or whatever." He said, lifting his left shoulder in a shrug. Looking back at the screen his expression blank. Rachel looked at him and frowned.
"No. I always plan the wedding. I'm the one looking for venues and actually taking this seriously. Are you incapable of that? I'm the one whose thinking endlessly about the color of the table spreads that main feature of flowers on each set table… While you don't acknowledge any of that." She said, her voice having raised octaves a few times. She slapped her mouth shut and let go of his head. "Rachel. Stop it. I am taking this seriously… Your just taking too seriously. You always do this, you make something so little into something so big." He said, his brow furrowed. He was obviously confused, but that was an expression Rachel was use to seeing on Finn. It was almost as if he didn't understand anything. "I'm sorry for taking our marriage seriously, Finn." She huffed as she stood up and stormed upstairs. Although it had been years since she'd stormed out. She was still fresh minded and did it just as she did in high school.
A deep frown spread over Rachel's lips as she felt Finn's heavy hand rest on her waist. How dare he touch her after claiming she was too serious about their wedding? She was currently laying in bed, her hand folded under her cheek, a worried expression on her face. She sat up, his hand falling off her waist in the process. She snatched the pillow from underneath his large head and shoved it into his chest. "Did you not understand what happened downstairs? Or was a being too serious about that too?" she said, dryness in her tone as she gave him a stern look. As he continued to stare at her in confusion, she frowned. "You're sleeping downstairs." She added in a mumble. Before, turning back and laying down. Her back towards him. Was she being overdramatic? Possibly. But, she hated that Finn didn't take anything seriously. And, most of all she hated how he didn't take her seriously. It made her question if he still wanted to marry her. And, these questions should not being going through a happy fiancés mind.
Puck tossed in under the sheets of his bed as he let out a low growl of tiredness. The sunlight was seeping in through his blinds. He groaned as he opened his eyes slightly. Sitting up, the sheets riding down his bare chest and stomach. Stopping just at the top of his hips. He looked down at the nameless girl sleeping soundlessly beside him. He frowned as he absorbed the fact she had bouncing brown curls and olive skin like a certain Rachel Berry. Man, he was fucked up in the head. He nudged the sleeping woman awake with his forefinger in the hip. She flickered her eyes open and looked up at him, a tender smile forming on his lips. "Hey." She said softly. He continued to frown. "Hey. Uh, so listen. Last night… To me it never happened, so to you it never happened either." He pointed out gruffly as he leaned down and grabbed his boxer shorts and pulled them on under the sheets. He didn't want her to see anymore of his Puckerone than she already had. He cleared his throat as she frowned up at him. "You're an ass, you know that?" she said, her feelings obviously hurt. Did it make him a bad person if he didn't really give a shit? "You're not the first one to say that. Now, I suggest you… Get outta my house." He nodded. After years of practice with one night stands. He'd learned that ripping off the bandaid was the best way to do shit. She shot him a death glare standing up and collecting her clothes. He looked away from her naked body. He stood up and maneuvered his way to the bathroom. "Lock the door on your way out." He mutters as he entered the bathroom and shut the door behind him.
He looked at his tired reflexion in the mirror. Running a hand over his face. Man, was he a mess. He splashed himself in the face with cold water in hopes to wake up, a little more. He ran a hand over his cheek and bristle on his chin. He set his jaw and shook his head. He'd given the still nameless girl enough time to get the fuck out. He had shit to do.
He exited the bathroom, silently thankful that she was no longer here. He furrowed his brow as his eyes landed on his phone. He grabbed it and scrolled through his messages. 2 messages from Rachel. 'Hello, Noah. It's Rachel, if your caller ID is not currently working… I was hoping we could possibly meet up for coffee today. Finn and I are having problems and I feel as though you're the only person I can console in. As I know you are usually having late mornings, I'll expect a reply by noon.' He continued help but smile after reading this; only Rachel Berry would so something weird like write text messages without any sign of text lingo. He chuckled and tapped in a reply as quickly as he possibly could. Hold on? Finn and Rachel were having problems? Should his heart swell because of that? 'Sounds good 2 me, Berry. I'll meet ya at that coffee place down the corner of main?' he wrote, and sent it to her. A few moments later, she agreed and he grinned to himself as he snagged his t-shirt off the floor and pulled it on. The wrinkles being removed from it as he did so. It was gonna be a good day, he could feel it.
Rachel chewed on her lower lip as she narrowed her eyes around in search of him. She wore a white summer singlet that was flowing, brown summer shorts that showed off the tan of her legs. She absolutely adored summer. Her hair was pushed back in a neat pony tail. She had anticipated Puck to be late. He usually was. She perked up as she spotted him entering the door. He was wearing a flattering white v-neck that showed off the tone set body he had hidden most of the time under his clothing. She licked her lips subconsciously, immediately catching her degrading thoughts and waved at him. He smiled in greeting and nodded, taking a heavy seat across from her.
"Hello, Noah." She greeted, smiling widely. Regardless of the current issues involving Finn, she felt a sort of contentness with Noah. He examined her and continued to smile. He never tried to hide the fact, he was checking her out. She was a fine piece of ass, and she deserved to know that. She rolled her eyes as she caught his gaze travelling over her but that didn't stop the blush travelling up her neck to her cheeks. He always did that.
"So… Trouble in paradise?" he bought up, leaning forward a little in his seat to show he was prepared to listen to whatever crazy shit she had to tell him this time. Rachel's lips tugged down into a frown, he almost seriously regretted bringing that up. "You could say that… Finn is being ridiculous." She said, her tone flat as she looked down at the glossy table her finger busily drawing patterns. He cocked a brow and nodded. Trust Finn to piss her off and not in the good way either. "What'd the dickhead do this time?" he mumbles, shrugging. She looked at him and sighed. "He's not taking out wedding seriously and in all fairness he's not taking me seriously. He degrades me as someone he can be an acquaintance with not his fiancé. It's making me wonder if he really wants to marry me or if he likes the idea of having someone to thoroughly irritate without purpose." She said, a deep frown on her lips as she shook her head. Her eyes falling to her engagement ring.
Puck frowned and bit the inside of his cheek. Time to sweep in with the good guy act and make things good only to result in Rachel running home to Finn's opened arms. Man, he hated this part of their friendship. He was always cleaning up Finn's mess after he king of spades fucked it up. He reached across and nudged her hand with his own. "You don't really think that do you? Finn would be a fucking idiot to question marrying you, Rach. Just so you know, I'm not implying his not a fucking idiot because you and I both know he is. Your amazing, don't let him stop you from believing that all right? He's really God damn lucky to have you and I can personally tell he does appreciate you. I know Finn and he's kinda like me… I'd appreciate you, and I'd marrying you in a second. All you'd have to do is say you wanted to get married and I'd get our asses to Vegas so damn fast." He mumbled, his imagination getting the best of him. He shook his head and cleared his throat. "Anyways, give him another chance. He loves you, you love him. Shit like that's worth it." He mutters and nods. Rachel bit her lower lip, her gaze softening as she looked at him. "Thank you, Noah." She said softly as licked her lips. "You're probably right… I have never been one to give up and I will not start now." She said with a firm nod of her head. A wide, proud smile on her lips. Puck smiled too, he was inwardly proud that'd he'd cheered her up and then he remembered he was cheering her up for someone else.
He cleared his throat. "Head home, Berry. Finn's probably having a nervous breakdown or something." He said, rolling his eyes playfully. She gnawed at her lip and nodded. "Most probably…" she stood up and smoothed out her shirt before taking her way to the other side of the table and leaning down; kissing his cheek ever so softly. "I owe you one." She said softly and nodded. Smiling, giving his shoulder a squeeze with her tiny hand.
His heart had fluttered at that kiss and he knew cheering up Rachel would always be worth it. Seeing the smile on her face was enough for him. In the blink of an eye she was gone and he was alone. Rachel-less. Again.
Did you guys like it? I'm trying to incorporate as much angst as I can. On Puck's half currently, considering he's fighting with going with his feelings for Rachel and being true to his best friend who he screwed over more than once in high school. Puck's wrestling with his heart and his mind. Next will be a fun, summer, pool type chapter. With a lot more Puckleberry interaction. Expect more of Finn being a jerk without noticing it considering that's what he's naturally like. Anyways. Hope you guys like it. It's a little rushed, I realize. But, I'm trying to get these chapters out while I've still got ideas. I'm squeezing every penny.
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