Love Makes You Do the Wacky

(RATED M; Q/P/R/F, P/R)

CHAPTER VIII- Meet the Parents

That night, when Puck pulled up in front of Rachel's house five minutes early he sat in the cabin of his truck, taking deep breaths and preparing for the worst. From what Rachel told him, her white father, which is really her birth father, is the nice one. He'll offer water, maybe even a soda if he really likes him, and shake his hand without hesitation. According to Rachel, it takes a lot to rattle his bones. However, the black one, he's the one that's protective, but that's just him being him. If he really doesn't like Puck, he'll throw him out, plain and simple.

When Puck finally got up the courage to go and meet them he was two minutes late. He straightened his jacket and smoothed down his dress shirt and slacks. He never really dressed up for anything… or anyone for that matter. He hesitantly rung the doorbell and not twenty seconds later (Yes, he had been counting. No, he's not turning into a pussy. Have you seen his guns!) Rachel flung the door open to reveal herself dressed in a red Nuj Novakhett cocktail dress, and Christian Louboutin strappy heels. His mouth went agape.

"Hell, Noah!" Rachel greeted him cheerfully. "It's nice to see that I'm not over dressed."

Puck stepped through the threshold and straightened himself out before her fathers saw.

"Rachel!" One of them called from the kitchen. "Is that the boy you're going out with tonight?"

"Yes, Papa!" Rachel called back, "Come out and meet him!"

Two men shuffled out of the kitchen at her order. Rachel grabbed Puck's hand and squeezed in a calming way.

"Hello, sirs," Noah greeted them with uncharacteristic grace, "I'm Noah Puckerman." Puck stuck out his hand to shake first who Rachel called "Papa" and then the one Rachel called "Daddy".

The black one, 'Daddy', stood behind 'Papa' with his arms crossed over his chest. "So," said 'Daddy', "you're dating my daughter?"

"Yes, sir."

"You can stop calling us 'sir'. I'm Daniel," said the white one.

"Brian," grunted out the other one.

Rachel smiled up at Puck. This is going very well.

"How long have you been dating?" Inquired Brian.

"Two months," Puck replied.

"Two months and you never said anything, Rachel?" Said Daniel.

"Noah and I were waiting for the right moment to introduce you."

Daniel rushed to two of them over to the couch and Brian came back with four cups of coffee, cream, and sugar on a large wooden tray. This was going better than Rachel expected, and it only got better.

Puck pulled back the sleeve of his jacket and glanced at his watch. "Rachel," he implored, "I hate to stop our conversation, but if we don't leave we could lose our reservation."

"Reservation?" The other three asked in unison.

"Where are we going, Noah?" Rachel asked.

"Bossillini's," he replied.

"Noah!"

"That's a fat check you are going to have to write, boy. You gonna be covered?" Brian said.

"Do you need a cover? We can help!" Daniel began to pull out his wallet.

"Oh, God, no! No, I'm fine. I'm completely covered."

"How do you have all that money?"

"I have my own business," Puck responded. "Pool and Hot Tub Cleaning. Although it's starting to wind down…" Since I haven't been servicing the cougars, "since winter is coming up."

The four of them walked to the door and shook hands one last time.

"And by the way," Puck added, "I'd like to invite you to dinner tomorrow. At seven, The Cheesecake Factory. It's Rachel's favorite, you'll meet my mother and sister there."

The two agreed to be there and Rachel looked on at Puck with a glimmer of surprise in her big brown eyes.

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