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This is pretty short... But I felt it needed to be...
Puck looked up and down the hall and when he was sure that nobody was going to jump around the corner and go all ninja on him (which would be pretty cool when he thought about it but a bit of a time waster). Gently, he pushed open the door. "Hello?" he called out but all he got in response was a small sniffing noise and the sound of tissues being yanked out of those tray things they sat in.
He closed the first door gently then opened the second one. He'd been in the girls toilets a few times, usually on invite. Because, seriously, the guys toilets were too filthy to piss in let alone do anything else in. Cautiously, he opened the second door and saw Rachel.
The white sweater and pink skirt combo she'd put on that morning was blue. She was shivering slightly and Puck winced at the harshness sin her eyes. She looked half way in between crying and screaming as she stood above the sink, washing the stickiness off her hands.
"Hey, Berry..."
"Rachel!" she said in frustration, glaring at him. "My name is Rachel. Do you understand that?"
Puck nodded slowly wondering how roles had reversed. Usually she was the one on the receiving end of his anger. "Got it. Rachel. What happened?" As the words escaped his mouth, he regretted it. Well duh... Can't you see what happened? Idiot...
"What do you think happened, Puck?" she spat out angrily. "Really? Are you blind?" Rachel turned back to the sink, scrubbing her hands with soap, even though they both knew perfectly well that they were clean. "I mean, it should be obvious, especially seeing as you're the one who started the barbaric tradition of pouring frozen drinks over my head. Or at my face, either way, it was all the same to you." She laughed darkly, "Then again, you never turned around to see me after you threw the slushie at me. So I guess you wouldn't know what your handiwork looked like."
Puck looked her up and down and shoved his hands into the front of his jeans. He shrugged one of his shoulders, kind of pathetically. "I guess I never did look back, did I? But I'm looking back now Rach. Sorry."
Rachel's shoulders fell and she closed her eyes tightly for a moment before continuing to wash her hands. "No, I am sorry. Terribly sorry. For months I dreamed of a moment when I would tell you about just how much I hated you for throwing those disgusting drinks at me and this particular moment was all too fresh in my mind."
Puck watched her scrub at her hands and took two steps towards her and the sink to grab her wrists. Rachel froze and his hands slid over hers, squeezing them lightly and then pulling them away from the steady stream from the tap. "How many times do I have to tell you not to be sorry?" he murmured, grabbing a few of the paper towels. He dried her hands with them then threw the towels out. It was only then did he realise Rachel was absolutely silent and standing perfectly still. He looked up at her and saw her staring at their hands in awe.
She's beautiful. The thought struck him before he could register it. He swallowed and let go of her hands quickly. "Uh, do you have any spare clothes?"
She nodded. "In my locker."
"Want me to go get them?" Rachel nodded. "My combination is..."
"Three, thirty, twenty-six." he said and then gave a small smile. "I remember."
She had given it to him while they were dating because he needed to stash his books in them quickly before they both had to run to Glee (because of an impromptu make out session in the supply closet). "I'll be back in a second." Puck didn't know quite what made him do it, but he leaned forward and kissed Rachel's forehead.
He walked out of the bathroom before leaning back on the lockers for a moment. What the hell was happening?
~*~
Rachel felt her stomach start to stick to her sweater and groaned in frustration. Slowly, she peeled the fabric back from her skin and tugged it above her head. Her bra was soaked through too but she refused to take it off until she had her bag of clothes. It briefly occurred to her she should be doing this in the girls change rooms where there were showers but she couldn't bring herself to care that much. She was just upset and angry.
What had she done to warrant such unwanted attention? Okay, it was somewhat true she could be abrasive and hard to get along with but she went out of her way to hurt them. Or maybe she had and she simply did not realise as such. It was all terrible confusing and Rachel felt herself fall back against the bathroom wall as she tossed this all in her mind.
And the morning had started off so well.
She heard the first door to the girls bathroom open and her head darted up. "Don't come in!" she called out and the second door paused, half-way through opening.
"It's just me." came Puck's unsure voice through the door.
Rachel stood up slowly and edged towards the door, not certain as to why she was afraid. "I-I'm not wearing my shirt."
Through Puck's mind flew at least one hundred scenarios as to where that could lead the two of them. He shook his head clear of those thoughts and stuck his hand through the door, holding a small bag full of clothing. "Here's your stuff."
"Thankyou." Rachel said, taking the bag of clothing off of him. "I'll be out soon. You... you don't have to wait."
"I want to." he said, leaning against the wall behind him and letting the door swing shut. He slid down the wall so he was sitting and rested his elbows on his knees while Rachel was inside, rinsing herself off in the sink with a towel full of soap.
Puck was trying with all of his might to get rid of the thought of Rachel in there shirtless and if he knew that there was also soap involved in her little bathroom trip, he would've probably died right there in the bathroom hallway. He smacked his head a few times on the tiles, deleting each scenario that was forming in his head one by one. "Uh... Rachel." he said, his voice unsure. "Who um... who did it?"
While Puck was continuously forgetting to claim his wager in the deal the two had made, Rachel couldn't keep her mind off it. She had this horrible feeling that if Puck knew who it was and to what extent the torment sometimes went to, he get himself suspended. "I didn't see them." she replied, a little too quickly.
"Bullshit."
"Noah..."
"You owe me." he said, angrier than he had originally assumed himself to be. "You told me that if I told you the crap about my dad, you'd tell me about the slushie attacks."
Rachel dabbed herself dry and sighed. "Make sure nobody comes in for a few moments, please?" She heard a clunk and knew Puck had shoved his feet in front of the door so no one could open it. Rachel put on a new bra and a black off-the-shoulder top. "I promise I will tell you Noah."
"Tell me now."
"I don't believe this is the appropriate time..."
Puck kicked the door angrily and Rachel jumped back in fright. "Seriously. I told you something I've told no one but Finn. Actually, I didn't even tell Finn. He was just there when it happened. If I had my way, not even he would know cause he freaks out every time I go swimming." he shook his head pathetically. "You told me you'd tell me so tell me."
Rachel sighed and opened the door to the bathroom, wearing a red skirt and white socks. In her hand was a small pink bag which held her dirty clothes. "Markus Wilson and the entire basketball team. It seems that now that the football team no longer picks on me, the basketball team have taken up the empty position. Of course there was a brief scuffle between the basketball team and the hockey team over who had rights but it seemed the basketball team won. I do wish it was the hockey team for they are not as bright and would not have such... unusual methods of torture."
Puck hadn't gotten off the floor. "What have they done?"
Rachel shrugged. "Well it started off simply. Prank calls, sending pizza to my house and such. Then Markus decided it would be more interesting to cut the power to my house and get everyone to egg it whilst I was scrambling around inside looking for candles. They wait until I call the police or scream or something and only do it when my fathers are away on business. Markus's father works with mine so he always knows when they fly out."
"Don't they fly out this weekend?"
Rachel nodded. "To grandmothers. I was supposed to go, but we have sectionals this weekend."
"Has he done anything else?"
With a small nod, she reached into the bag and pulled out her mobile. "He's sent me very sexually charged messages since the 'Camera Incident'."
He took the phone and started leafing through her text messages which reminded him a lot of the ones he'd occasionally send to Santana. Puck pushed himself up off the bathroom wall. "Hmm." Was all he could say and he handed back her phone. "You gonna go to class now?"
She frowned, not quite sure what was happening. "Uh... yes. Noah, are you alright?"
"I'm fine." he said. "Why?"
Rachel felt her stomach tie up in knots as she realised Puck wasn't about to go and defend her honour and beat up on Markus (even though she didn't encourage that sort of thing). "No reason." she said, hiding her disappointment.
"Let me walk you to class." he offered. "And I'll put your bag in your locker for you." Puck took it off of her hands and slung it over his shoulder. Silently, the two walked the empty halls until they reached her class. Puck stopped her before she walked in and pulled her just out of sight from the window. With his fingers wrapped around her wrist and his other arm on her shoulder, Puck stared at her straight in the eyes. "What are you doing Saturday night?"
Rachel's eyes widened and her stomach did a back flip. The intensity that she felt pouring out of his green eyes almost made her fall to the floor. "I... uh... nothing." she finally managed to get out.
"Good. Mike, Matt, Finn and me are coming over. Maybe even Artie, cause he hates when we forget about him." Puck leaned down and kissed her forehead again. Rachel felt all the butterflies disappear and felt nothing but disappointment in its wake. "I'll see you at lunch."
"But Noah, we have English."
Puck laughed, "You have English." And with that he disappeared down the hallway. Rachel entered maths class, apologising profusely for being late and sat next to Matt who threw her a note.
Puck was looking for you.
Rachel quickly scribbled a reply. He found me.
Weren't u wearing pink this morning?
I was.
Rachel saw Matt pause as he thought about this. Puck found you though, right?
Right. Oh yes he found her. And talked to. And almost asked her out. Rachel neatly scribbled what was on the board, not really concentrating on what it said though. Because she was too busy wondering why she was so disappointed Puck hadn't really been asking her out and why it looked like he didn't actually care.
AN & Reviews:
Lk: I prefer PR fics to any of the others... PQ, RF, QR, I will always prefer PR... (Do you know how long it took me to write that one sentence? Blasted dyslexia... kept getting my acronyms confused...)
Ladybug Jess: In my experience, I've never had a bad morning... probably because I never wake up before 11am and don't go to sleep until after 4am... that's why I usually write good mornings turning to crap... everything gets bad after 1pm... LoL... then again, she was suffering from nightmares...
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Your last name is a fruit? Cool... I wish I had a cool last name... or a cool middle name... Well technically, I don't have a middle name... My first name is hyphenated (wow I can spell that?). OH! Can you hold out a bit fosr kissing? Cause I wrote the scene already but like... it wont work if I just throw in some random kissing... (Or maybe it will... hmm... now I'm thinking)
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