Love Makes You Do the Wacky
(RATED M; Q/P/R/F, P/R)
CHAPTER V- Noah "Puck" Puckerman – Inner Monologue, number I; How do I tell her?
Alright. I admit it. I was a huge jerk to Rachel when we weren't dating. I threw slushies on her, I called her names… I did it all. The thing that was most fun to do to her was knock her books out of her arms, 'cause when she bent down at the waist… Oh. Yeah! Perfectly round ass covered in tight white panties… totally hot! Even hotter that Santana's black thongs, and that's saying something. I've always had an attraction to Berry; I just always thought that it was physical. I never thought much of it, y'know? I occasionally had dreams about her, especially when I would throw slushies on her, grape ones; and she would lick her lips. And when she was wearing white blouses, the slush would seep through and show a perfect outline of her boobs. But the thing is, when I would torture her, it would just be like playground flirting. I would punch her in the arm and run back to my friends. But those punches were a lot harder than anyone else's, because I never got a reaction. So I tried, and I tried, but still I got nothing. She was so calm and collected all the time. She wasn't like all the others. Never gossipy, she may have been high maintenance, but so was every other girl in this goddamn school. The only difference was that she wouldn't put out on the first date… or the second… or even the third. She had standards that she held herself and others to. She would still tolerate you if you didn't meet those standards, but she wouldn't be your friend, which meant no one was her friend. Her standards weren't hard to reach or anything, they were just… you just had to work for them, and you didn't even have to work hard. We were all just lazy.
I've never really been in a serious relationship for more than a couple weeks. I always found it to… what's that word Rachel used? Trite? Yeah, trite. With Rachel tough, it's-it's different. Nice. She made me feel… loved. And I've never felt that before. Not for long time, anyways. Not anything more than love from my sister or my mom. No girl I've ever been with has said it and actually meant it. But Rachel… I can tell she meant it. The way she reacted, I can tell. And, I don't know if what I feel for her is love, but I know that I've never felt this way before about anyone. Not even with Quinn. I'm not going to leave Rachel as soon as I get into her pants, and trust me, eventually I will, but until I can get her to realize that I'm shit outta luck. So the question is: How do I tell her? And even more so: How do I get her to believe it?