In all honesty, she was in too much shock to even respond in the beginning. She was prepared for it to be another thing on her social schedule. Another slushie facial to add to the countless ones she has received before. So when he stopped in front of her with that innocent look on his face, handing her the ice cold cup that contained her recurring nightmare along with the straw he stuck behind his ear, she dumbly accepted his offer. He proceeded to go on about her love for grape-flavored slushies because she licked her lips once when he threw it in her face. That was when she realized this was actually happening. Noah Puckerman was talking to her, and it wasn't to cruelly remark on her birthright or the unfortunate circumstance that was her face. Vaguely she had wondered if the comment was his attempt in getting into her good graces. She refrained from mentioning to him that even walking past a slushie machine caused a shiver to run down her spine ever since it became his favorite form of torture device and she became his number one target (He didn't realize she had surreptitiously thrown the drink into the trash can near the door.).
By the time he finished talking, and she recovered from her shock, the bell signifying the end of the school day had rung and he was taking the handle of her bag, pulling it along as he fell in step with her (The first thing that popped in her head was of the other boy, doing the exact same thing once.). She had followed him cautiously as he kept walking and talking, looking covertly around her for any signs of attack. Once they reached her car, he asked for her help with Glee. Maybe she should have asked him point-blank how pure his motives were, but it might hurt too much to know. Instead, she had smiled at him shyly, inviting him over to her house because this was the first boy that has ever asked for her help in anything and she thought it just might be the last (The other boy didn't count. Not when she was the one continuously throwing herself in his path.).
It was a surreal concept having a boy in her room and having the boy be Noah Puckerman. It was awkward and weird, completely uncomfortable because she didn't know what was the suitable behavior when one was within the vicinity of the opposite sex (It was always natural with the other boy. She never had to try too hard to feel comfortable in his presence.). She suggested they sing and he offered to accompany her instead with his guitar. She was surprised to find that he was actually good. She had spent the short amount of her high school career assuming he was a soulless bully. Somehow she didn't think a soulless person could have the ability to be in any way musical.
She just wanted to know what it felt like to be wanted. By people other than your parents, who were forced to love you unconditionally. When he asked her if she wanted to make out, she said okay because for once she thought she might be grasping the concept of 'normal American teenage girl'. It felt different. He held her confidently, like he knew exactly what he was doing. She figured he probably did, if the rumors circulating the halls of McKinley were true. He moved her around pruposefully on her bed, turning them over so she straddled him. She felt bold. It was fun.
It was definitely not like it was with the other boy who had placed her hand on his heart so she could feel its erratic beats. The other boy was clumsy, and held her with shaking hands and whose kisses were soft and made her see stars behind her eyes. She could feel his hands everywhere, groping her body like he couldn't get enough of her, unlike the other boy who had pulled back and ran like he couldn't get away from her fast enough. The other boy was all she could think about and when she pulled away only to see the other boy's face, she knew it was time to stop. He looked confused. She didn't think telling him the truth would go down well, so she made up some lie about needing a true leading man (The truth was, she only wanted the hot male lead.).
The next day at Glee he had truly surprised her again when he serenaded her with a song. She didn't think he was even listening to her. She had never been serenaded before, and Noah Puckerman was smiling at her like she was the only girl in the room. He sang very well she was surprised to know, and she thought maybe he really wasn't as bad as she made him out to be in her mind. Somebody who could sing that well couldn't possibly be the incarnate of evil. His performance was a success judging by the way everyone was singing along, including her. In the back of her mind, she was acutely aware of the other boy sitting right behind her. She pushed away the hope that the other boy might see this and maybe feel... something. When he was done, she gave him the brightest smile that she could muster. He sat next to her for the rest of practice and she could feel the heat of his body seeping into hers (She was not thinking of the other boy. Not at all.).
They became official and she realized that Noah was not a horrible person. Not really. Slightly disturbed, maybe; in need of counseling, undoubtedly. But Noah was sweet and was really nice when he wanted to be. But it was awkward, being together. They had nothing in common, other than their mutual affinity for kissing. He talks to her about Super Mario Brothers and WWF (That had confused her immensely at first. What did the World Wildlife Foundation and wrestling have in common?), and she goes on and on about West Side Story and Funny Girl and all the Tony winners she admires. Neither one was listening to the other and she wondered if maybe that was a sign that the relationship wasn't working.
The football coach made the jocks choose between football and Glee. Noah Puckerman received his first slushie facial. He had pulled her along with him into the boys room, glaring at anyone who dared to look his way. She felt sorry for him, knowing how hard it must be to fall so far down the social ladder (She could only imagine, of course. She has been living in the sub-basement her whole life.). She helps him clean up because he was shaking with rage and she didn't know what else to do. He held her hands in his when he pretty much told her they were breaking up. He even looked sorry about it and that made her smile. She understood the way things worked perfectly. She would be lying if she said she didn't see it coming. She had kissed his forehead, hoping that would tell him that there really were no hard feelings.
The next day, every Glee member who wasn't on the football team was waiting impatiently for the clock to strike three thirty and seal the fate of the club. She smiled, touched to see the two football players she didn't know all that well walking into the choir room, proud smiles stretching across their faces. Her heart was pounding a mile a minute waiting for the person she hoped to see the most. Noah Puckerman walked in with his hands in his pocket and an almost shy smile on his lips. She didn't even realize she had stepped forward until she was directly in front of him. She knew she was beaming. He looked pretty pleased with himself too. She gave him the biggest hug she could muster because she was so immensely proud of him. The rest of the club took turns to welcome him and that's when she knew. She saw the covert look he gave the blonde cheerleader who has been the bane of her existence ever since forever. It figured that two lonely and heartbroken souls would come together (The clock struck the magical hour and the other boy didn't show. She refused to be disapointed.).
The next day, the other boy came up to Kurt when she was standing next to him, a slushie in his hand. She had never seen him with a slushie before. It looked glaringly out of place in his grip. The other boy looked upset, but that didn't change the fact that he made a choice. And it wasn't them (Wasn't her). She was angry, furious that her heart still skipped a beat for this other boy whose only ability was to continuously let her down. Kurt made a choice too. And she could see from the other boy's face, he finally understood what it meant to be a real friend. As she led Kurt into the girls room, she couldn't help the disapoinment that was like a boulder crushing her chest. He was so much better than this. She knows it as surely as she knows her heart.
She found him on the bleachers, staring glumly at the football team on the field. Slowly, she made her way up and sat behind him. It was the right thing to do. This boy was not a viable option. Not when all she could see was him, him, him. And all she could think about was how he was not like him, him, him. And likewise, she could never be her. In the end, she broke it off because it was really unfair and ridiculous to be settling for someone who was so not what the other wanted. She wants more than that. She deserves more than that. And so does he. Even if he hated her for it and spewed out bitter words about things she already knew all too well. They were both hopeless. She stared out into the field and found the other boy looking up into the bleachers, looking up at them. She wondered how they looked like to him. She says she hopes they could still be friends and he says they never were in the first place. She was disapointed that despite how well they knew each other, things were going to go back to the way they were before.
The next day she was standing by her locker when she saw Noah Puckerman at the end of the hall, a slushie in his hand. She waited with bated breath as he came closer and closer. He was almost in front of her and she saw the falter in his step. His face was stoic as he walked past her, sipping the slushie in his hand. She hid the smile that was growing on her face with the folder she was holding. All the boys from the football team were reinstated and the other boy came back. She knew it was all because of him. He bought the whole club grape-flavored slushies and she wondered if the two of them were bestfriends because they shared the same penchant for irony. As she took a sip of her first slushie (the icy feeling giving her a split-second panic attack), she thought she definitely made the right choice.