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Chapter Six.

The rain hammered down heavily on Puck's car as he drove home. Glee rehearsal had over run, and he was glad to be going home. The windscreen wipers were having trouble keeping up, and a brisk walking figure coming up on his side distracted Puck.

Through the rain, it took Puck a minute to realise that it was Nikki, holding a jacket over her head, though it wasn't doing a lot of good. Puck thought about carrying on home, but even the idea made him feel guilty, so he slowed and rolled down his window.

"Nikki" he called, making her jump slightly "What are you doing?"

"I missed the bus," she replied, yelling to make herself heard over the roaring downpour.

"Get in, I'll give you a ride." He told her, getting ready to stop the car for her.

"Its fine, really." She assured him casually. "I don't want to get your car wet."

"Nikki, I don't care about that. Don't be so stubborn."

"Puck, it's seriously ok. My house is only about 5 minutes away, but thank you anyway."
Puck sighed and surprised Nikki by pulling over the car, getting out and running over to her, ducking under her jacket.

"What are you doing?" She asked, totally bewildered as she watched the rain already dripping from him.

"I'm going to make sure you get home ok, so if you're not going to get in the car, we're going to have to walk, right?"

"But now I feel guilty for making you get wet."

"Then get in the car." Puck replied.

Nikki finally agreed then, unable to deny or argue with the cheeky, innocent looking grin on the boy's face. They rushed back over to the car and piled in quickly. Though he had been out in the fierce weather for a minute or so, Puck was soaked to his skin, and when he noticed Nikki dithering, he turned the heating up.

"Where are we going?" Puck asked as he pulled away slowly from the curb. Nikki told his the address, and when he worked out where it was, he raised an eyebrow.

"That's more than 5 minutes away."

Nikki pretended not to hear the comment while she removed her glasses, wiping them on the sleeve of her jacket, though the attempt was futile. When she realised this, Nikki dug around in her back, retrieved a plastic case, and pulled out a small cloth that had somehow managed to stay dry. When he glanced across at her, Puck noticed that her eyelashes were glittered with rain drops, her already bright eyes sparkling. Her curls were clinging to her face and neck, and water dripped from her cheeks. She wiped it away quickly before returning her glasses to her face.

While they drove along, the two of them chatted casually, mostly about glee club, until a sudden feeling hit Puck and he groaned.

"What's wrong?" Nikki asked, a look of concern on her face.

"I need to use the bathroom." Puck admitted sheepishly. He blushed slightly when Nikki's response was laughter.

"What?" he asked, finding himself joining in with the contagious sound.

"That was just really random." She giggled heartily.

"I can't help it if I need to tinkle." He replied, and he surprised himself when he realised that he was disappointed when her melodic tittering faded.

A minute or so later, Puck pulled up in front of the house Nikki had directed him to, and he watched as she gathered her things, preparing to brave the weather.

"Thank you very much Puck." She told him, and she felt a sharp pang of guilt as she squirmed uncomfortably in his seat. "Do you want to use the bathroom before you go?"

He thought about declining, but he was growing desperate.

"Are you sure that's ok?" he asked.

"Yeah. It's the least I can do."

They both clambered out of the car and Puck followed Nikki to the front door.

It was fairly quiet inside the house; Puck could hear rustling in another room, and distant muffled sounds of a TV, but that was all. When the front door was closed, Nikki dumped her sodden bag on the floor, and peeling off her dripping jacket.

"It's this way." She told him, leading him down a long, wide corridor. The walls were half painted, with half removed paper dangling in places. At a glance, Puck could see years of decorating in layers in the walls, like a timeline.
"My dad's not as effective at decorating as he'd like to think he is." Nikki explained sheepishly when she saw him looking.

As they passed through what looked like it could be a living room, Nikki called "Hey Kyle" to the back of a small, dark haired watching the TV, though he gave no indication that he'd heard her. When they got to another door, Nikki pushed a box of ceramic tiles out of the way with her foot and stopped.

"Here you go."

Puck thanked her and quickly went in. When he came out, feeling a lot better, Nikki was drying her hair with one towel and holding out another for Puck. He took it gratefully and dabbed at the drops of rain that remained on his arms and face.

"Nikki, your house is huge." He told her in awe as he took in more of the building around him.

"It's a shame it still looks like a bombsite." Nikki laughed "its dad's project."

As if on cue, a man appeared from another room. Puck knew immediately that it was Nikki's father, she looked just like him. They shared the same thick, curly dark hair, and their noses matched almost perfectly. The most striking difference was their eyes. Nikki's eyes were big and bright, an intensely light shade of blue with streaks of emerald that gave an almost overwhelming sense of kindness and innocence. Her father's were a deep, rich brown that were soft and knowing.

"Hi Dad." She greeted the man, who was wiping what looked like paint from his fingers with an old, tattered rag.

"Hello." Mr Winters replied, holding out his hand to Puck, who was surprised when the man's voice revealed an American accent.

Nikki laughed, and Puck guessed that he hadn't been very successful in hiding his marvel.

"Dad's from Boston." She explained "My parents moved from the states to the UK a year before I was born."

"Cool." Puck answered, unable to think of a better, more intelligent sounding answer.

Puck didn't stay for very long. When her father went back to painting, and an unseen baby began to scream, eliciting loud protests from Kyle, Puck found himself in awe over the fact that he was disappointed to be leaving. He couldn't understand the strange mix of emotions he felt towards the new girl; though he was no stranger to whirl wind emotional roller coaster rides. He was intrigued by her curiously shy nature that was sometimes streaked with a fierce intensity. Her accent drove him insane, though there were times when he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. He found some of the little phrases she said endearing, even if he didn't understand most of them. Despite the fact that Nikki had only joined the glee club a few weeks before, Puck could already tell that she was smart, kind and sweet, and God, she could sing.

If he'd wanted to, Puck could have gone on and on in his list of things that he liked about Nikki.

While he couldn't comprehend the feelings, there was one thing Puck was sure about; he'd never felt them before, but he definitely liked them.