HOLY CRAP. So many people added this to their alert lists! Ya'll are ridikkulus!

Just kidding, I love you, never, ever stop. :D

This one is actually just rated K, I guess. Just cause there's not much swearing or anything of the naughty sort. (Don't boo yet, I'm sure it's coming!)

He rakes his hand through his mohawk in frustration and sighs, staring down towards all the effing sparkly shit that's definitely going to blind him if he doesn't look away soon. He rubs his eyes. It feels like he's been standing here forever, but he doesn't actually think it's been that long.

"Just let me know when you're ready." the girl behind the counter says for the third time, and he just waves his hand at her because he honestly has no clue when the hell he's going to be ready.

Suddenly, he feels someone lightly smack him on the shoulder.

"Hey, man." Finn says before looking around at the store he's in. "Dude...you sick or something? You're at the mall, and not at the food court or sports store...what's up?" Finn asks.

Puck shrugs like it's nothing (which it so is) and shakes his head. "Nothing. Rachel's birthday's in a few days, and I'm picking something out for her." he says.

"Ahh." Finn nods, looking down at the selection of necklaces, bracelets, and rings.

Puck stares down again as well, and absentmindedly chews the inside of his lip. He doesn't do jewelry. He's never bought jewelry for anyone in his life. He made his mom a macaroni necklace in like, first grade, but beyond that, he and jewelry never came in contact with each other.

"Big deal." Finn says suddenly, and Puck tries to look nonchalant again.

"Nah," he says, shaking his head, though he definitely knows this is a big deal.

"I don't know, dude. I'm pretty sure that the only time I've seen you staring at something this hard is when there are naked chicks involved." Finn says and Puck can tell without looking at he's smirking.

"Shut up, dude." he says. "So...it is kind of a big deal. I just wanna get her something she likes, okay? It's her first birthday since we got together." he says with a shrug, avoiding looking at Finn. The bastard chuckles, and Puck shoots him a glare.

"No, man, I get it." Finn says. "And she's Rachel, so if she doesn't like it, you'll know." he chuckles.

"You're a real big help, dude." Puck scoffs sarcastically. "I just want it to be something she'll actually wear. Something that like, says 'Rachel'. But unless I get her a damn t-shirt, I do-"

He stops, because at that very moment he glances over to see the sales lady showing a bracelet to a girl who can't be more than twelve or thirteen. That twelve or thirteen year old can not have that bracelet. It doesn't just say Rachel, it screams Rachel.

"Wait!" he says, rushing over. The girl and the sales lady look at him like he's crazy. "I need to buy that bracelet!" he says.

"I'm buying it." the girl says.

"No, I really need to buy that bracelet." he nods. "How much is it?" he asks, staring at the golden chain, with all the little golden stairs dangling off of it.

"Two hundred dollars." the sales lady says, wrinkling her nose as if someone like him wouldn't even dream of having that much money.

Well, it's not like he'd come to a jewelry store and expect to hand over a couple of bucks.

"I'm buying it." the girl repeats, frowning at him.

"I'll buy it, and give you fifty bucks." he adds, to the girl.

"One hundred." she says, and he raises his eyebrows.

"Sixty." he replies.

"Ninety."

"Seventy."

"Eighty."

"Seventy-five."

She's quiet for a second.

"Deal." she shrugs, and he forks over the cash to her, watching as she flounces away. He rolls his eyes before looking back towards the sales lady and laying the money on the counter in front of her.

~PR~

Three days later, when Rachel lifts the lid off of the rectangular box, squeals, and throws herself at him, he's pretty sure he did a good job.

LOOSELY (so loose in fact that I didn't even put it up on LJ) by a prompt over there. Hope you like!