I want to thank you guys for taking a liking to my story. I'm not entirely happy with this chapter. And, I'm trying to shed as much light on Finn as I possibly can. But, every time I try to. It just makes him seem like even more of an ass. You'll know what I'm taking about when you read this. It's heavily based on Finn's POV. There's Puck's point of view as he worries about his encounter with Finchel. I think he portrays a huge ego but he's done with rejection. He's sick of being the man, no one wants. Rachel is a little shaded in this. She still hasn't identified her love for Puck. Kind of makes you wonder if she will, right? We'll see. :P Anyways, enjoy!
Finn looked down at Rachel. She was sprawled on the couch, in a comfortable ball. And, she looked kind of cute. He had just gotten home from visiting Quinn for the umpteenth time that week. A lot of his attention had been on the beautiful blonde who had just appeared back in his life not too long ago. It was late, he felt inwardly guilty for having Rachel wait up for him. He had told her, he was going out for drinks with friends. After, having her offer to accompany him; he brushed her off and told her it was probably better she shouldn't come. He had claimed he didn't want any guys trying to pry a look at his fiancé. He rubbed the back of his neck as he sighed.
He was bitter with himself for doing this to her. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help it. Things would always be that way with Quinn. He had told Quinn tonight, he was in love with her. He had always been in love with her. But, he needed Rachel. She always knew how to make him feel good. He was torn between them, but in the end. He was engaged to Rachel and he would marry her and make a family. He just silently prayed after he was married, Quinn would be a distant memory to him. The sooner he got married to Rachel the better. He needed to make things right. He leaned down and enveloped Rachel into his arms, letting her nuzzle into him as he carried her upstairs. Then, he got the best idea he had gotten in well… forever.
Puck shifted with a grumble as he tossed in the position he was slumped in Mike's passenger seat. They had been on the road for a couple of hours now and he was pretty sure he had lost all the feeling in his legs. He opened his eyes slowly and blinked as he looked out the darkening landscape. "Fuck, are we almost there?" he groans, as he shoved his hands into the hoodie was currently wearing. It was freezing. Mike laughed and shrugged. "I don't even know… I haven't seen a road sign in about an hour and a half. But, the navigator inside of me, says yes." He smiled as he took a few seconds to glance at his best friend before back at the road. Puck cocked a brow and licked his lips. He inwardly hoped they weren't lost. He knew Mike, and he was easily distracted. And, the last thing he needed was more time to become more freaked out and worried about the encounter with Rachel and Finn. A million scenarios had played in his mind, all of them turning out worse than the last.
He could only imagine this turning out shitty; like Rachel not thinking much of Finn breaking her heart and staying with him. Not wanting to with Puck, at all. He had tried to prepare himself for that. But, he didn't think he could prepare himself for something so damn painful. He'd been rejected by this brunette way too many times to count. One more would send him into a whirlwind and he might just do something he regrets. Mike cleared his throat as he looked at his friends absentmindedness. "You ok, dude?" he questioned. Puck snapped from his worried thoughts and nodded. "Yeah… I'm fine. You wanna switch drivers soon or something? I'm fucking dying to get behind the wheel. I gotta do something." He said, shifting again. He needed to be distracted from his depressing thoughts.
Finn shifted from foot to foot as he waited for the eggs in the pain to cook. He licked his lips hungrily and blinked thoughtlessly. He had woken up early to cook breakfast. The eggs were obviously for himself, considering Rachel was against animal products. He'd learned that she didn't like eggs the hard way. When, he had forgotten one morning she nearly threw the plate in his face angrily. Claiming, he should've known these things especially after the Jesse debacle. She was upset with him for a few moments before he returned with a thoughtfully made bowl of cereal. With organic milk, that smelt really weird. Finn wasn't game enough to taste it, though. If it was anything like tofu, he would regret it. Finn poked at the eggs and thought through his plan carefully. He was trying really hard to get Quinn of his system. And, he believed it might work; if he took the right moves. He could fall in love with Rachel. Being with Rachel made more sense. He sighed through his nose and jumped as he felt tiny arms wrap around him from behind.
He glanced around to see Rachel peeking her head out from behind his arm. She scrunched her nose and looked up at him. "Those better not be for me." She deadpanned and glared at him warningly. Rachel was a respectful and understanding person. But, she was passionate and touchy about a few subjects. Eggs being one of them. After the Jesse St James fiasco she was traumatized by eggs and chickens. How could Finn not take that into account? Finn nodded and chuckled as if she was joking. "They're not. I was going to make you something, but I figured you've want to sleep later." He said, with a gentle smile. Rachel rubbed at his stomach fondly and chuckled under her breath. "Well, I would like pancakes.." Her lips quirked into a smile as she looked up at him. His nose had healed nicely since coming into contact with Puck's fist. Rachel examined the bridge of his nose which was still a darker shade considering the bruising was considerable. She didn't quite understand why Puck had did it? Did it link to their conversation in the bedroom?
She was utterly confused about Puck's sudden outburst and punching of Finn. She had questioned Finn, but he had just let on that he was talking to Quinn and Puck came over and punched him. As confused as she was, she decided upon herself that she didn't want to know. It had come to her attention that anything Puck related meant trouble. She hadn't spoken to him since the incident. Regardless of wanting to stay away from him, she was worried about him. If he had taken a short circuit, he could be doing something utterly idiotic as they speak. Puck was still her friend and she still cared deeply about him. The thought of Puck hurt gave her an unsettling feeling deep in her stomach. Something she always encountered when she thought about Puck. Which was too much for her liking. She meshed her lips together and blinked. "Have you heard anything about Puck?" she said gently, resting her head against his arm.
Finn frowned and shook his head. "No… I haven't really asked. I don't care." He said simply. Rachel's eyes widened. "What?" she said softly, her arms loosening around him. "The whole punching thing was the last straw, Rachel… Puck's meant to be my best friend, he's meant to look out for me not go out of his way to punch the living hell out of my face. Plus, I was talking to Quinn at the time and what if he had hit her too?" Finn said, worriedly. Rachel furrowed her brow and shook her head. "I highly doubt Puck would hit Quinn. He's not that kind of man, Finn. He knows restraint." She reasoned. Finn shook his head. "Puck is stupid. He needs to grow up." He said flatly and shook his head. Rachel sighed and decided she didn't want to talk about Puck. It made her heart swell sadly. Finn had obviously thought the same thing and cleared his throat loudly.
"So…I've been meaning to ask you something. It's really important." He said out loud. Rachel bit her lower lip and nodded. "What is it, Finn?" she said softly, resting against him. "I think… We should get married in Vegas. Tonight." He said shortly. Rachel looked up at him, transmitting his words. Finn wanted to get married in Vegas? Tonight? With the need to be married to Finn immediately, Rachel nodded her head in agreement.
A voice in her head, saying angrily 'Are you insane?' It sounded only familiar to Puck's voice. She shook her head and smiled widely as she noticed the smile spread across Finn's face. "Yes?" he questioned. "Yes!" she confirmed and giggled as he turned around and took into his arms lifting her up. She was getting married, tonight.
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