Rachel was laughing. Not a giggle, which might be construed at cute. No, she was full out laughing. Her shoulders were shaking, her face was red, every once in a while she would make a totally embarrassing snorting noise and cover her mouth, not breathing until she calmed down or nearly passed out, which happened a few times.
Puck was laughing too, but his was more of a chortle. He had told a really stupid joke on their way to Breadstix for breakfast, and Rachel had busted up. She knew that he was probably laughing at her laugh, but she didn't care. It had been too long since she had reason to completely laugh with abandon.
She had calmed down some by the time they reached the restraunt's parking lot, but still giggled every few minutes when she thought about the joke.
Puck had been a true gentleman, even opening her door for her when she couldn't get the handle to work, and helping her out of the car. He hadn't been completely gentlemanly, and had grabbed her butt on the way down. Rachel had squeaked, but hadn't told him to stop.
They walked inside hand-in-hand and sat down across from each other at a booth. Their waitress glared at Rachel and her Cheerios uniform before turning to Puck to take their order. The woman –who's name tag labeled her as Bindi- refused to even look at Rachel when she ordered a vegan, kosher breakfast and a water.
Puck smirked at her.
"She liked me more than she liked you." He was taunting her, and sang his sentence in a mocking way.
Rachel copied his song. "She wanted to get into your pants."
Puck's mouth widened in an overexagerated gasp of shock. "Rachel Barbara Berry!" He scolded. "I would never have meaningless sex with a woman I barely know! Do you really think so low of me?" He placed a hand over his heart in joking pain.
"Yes."
"Ouch. I guess I know where I stand on your scale of respectable men." He frowned, eyes wide. "At the bottom."
Rachel couldn't help it, and laughed. "Actually, you're in second place."
"I can't believe it. Do you actually have a list?"
She nodded.
"Who's in front of me? Finn?" He grimaced at the name, and she followed suit.
"What? No. He's in fifth." She smiled. "Why should I tell you who's in first place?"
Puck snickered. "I'll make it well worth your while." He said suggestivly, puckering his lips and closing his eyes.
"Let me think…no." She said, harshly.
"I'll sing a duet with you in Glee club." He nodded, agreeing with himself. "That should earn me the name."
She sighed, and knew that he wasn't going to give up. "Fine. Mr. Schuester is at the top of the list. He's beating all of you guys by miles, too. Then there's you, Artie, Mike, then Finn. It all just goes downhill from there."
"Artie? Haven't you heard him talk about Santana's boob job?"
"Unfortunately, yes. But I've also heard Mike talk about Tina, and even Artie is preferable. Finn's just a jerk without realizing it."
Puck smiled again; it was almost becoming eerie. Rachel hadn't seen him smile that much for ages, and it honestly made her a bit uncomfortable. Luckily, their food got there.
They mowed down it, and the food was amazing.