A/N - I know i know, another s2 angst fic.. But it's only a starting place! It quickly turns AU, and we're not staying in high school world long either. This story is Finn's mission to get his girl back, and looks like he's in it for the long haul. =)
tyvm Sappling & Tonya for helping the moose mix the juice for this one. XO ❤️
Welcome to the planet
Welcome to existence
Everyone's here, Everyone's here
Everybody's watching you now
Everybody waits for you now
What happens next?
"There's something I have to tell you."
His heart raced with anticipation. It was a rare evening alone in her house with no daddies around, and they were only like fifteen minutes into a pretty hot makeout session. He already had half a stiffy and she was breaking off to talk – again.
Most of the time when she did that, good things followed. Like usually it's for something she had researched and wanted to test. The last time for example was something about what happens when her nipples are hard from him rubbing them. Wait, was she gonna let him touch her boobs again? Pleasesayyespleasesayyes... Or maybe somewhere NEW... or... couldn't be that she was finally ready, like READY ready, right?
Nah. More likely she was gonna pour cold water over him (again) and say they were moving too fast. Y'know, if watching paint dry in the Amazon Rainforest is considered fast.
Or maybe it was time for her 'pinkie pause,' as she called it. He kinda wishes she'd just say her period because for one, he grew up with his MOM and she has like, no shame or filter about that stuff – including and it seemed especially anytime he goes grocery shopping with her and she sends him to THAT AISLE for her. Y'know, the one that should be labeled 'NO MEN ALLOWED' – and then also conveniently yells 'make sure they're the overnight protection ones with wings Finny!' from the end of the aisle... so yeah, maybe he doesn't shop with his mom so much anymore and he should probably be scarred for life but he's grown immune to the vocabulary at least. And pinkie pause is well, just totally weird and he has no idea where that terminology came from – not that he'd dare ask a second time (if she explained it before, it went in one ear and took a wrong turn somewhere never to be found again. Might be stuck somewhere with all those Spanish conjugations he never gets right or the fact that he's taking US History which keeps slipping his mind too).
"I didn't have sex with Jesse. I- I lied, to make you jealous."
OH.
Well. That certainly caught his attention... and was a pleasant yet unexpected surprise. Although, not exactly headline news... But still. Good to hear positive confirmation, nonetheless. (Look, if she really HAD cashed in the big V, he figures she wouldn't still be researching things on the internet; she'd be TEACHING HIM stuff by now... so he had his suspicions all along.)
But this was great news. She was still HIS Rachel, all of her, inside and out (THANK CHEESUS!). Which means he still had that connection with her, even when she was lying to herself last year (like he KNEW she had been for months, torturing the shit out of him for he guesses no good reason except that she could... what other explanation was there? She's too smart and too honest about everything else. Well, except this ONE thing, apparently).
He smiled awkwardly trying to hide the fist pumping victory laps he was running in his mind that St Jackass didn't get anything from her except maybe a kiss and blue balls (and he had to consciously NOT smile in front of her at that thought). He sometimes randomly wondered if the douche even got any boobage from her. Probably not. Definitely not... He hoped.
Maybe side-boobage?
Nope. He didn't wanna think about that image either, 'cause that just reminds him of all side-boobage HE'D gotten while dancing with her Glee (god bless Mr Schue's genius choreography and Mother Nature for their extreme height difference!) which reminds him how much he'd like to get some more of that action maybe even tonight and then he's reminded of the circus coming to town in his pants again and– anyway FOCUS HUDSON!
She's talking about SEX right now and he needed to keep his shit together, keep that hamster on the right wheel! She didn't bring this stuff up too often outside of these little intimate moments and, well, maybe this was why. She was choking under the weight of her lie.
This was probably (definitely) why the prudishness too. Maybe she thought if HE thought she was riding the hobby horse he'd expect her to saddle up all the time... but didn't she know he cared for her a hell of a lot more than that? It wasn't all about sex for him. In fact sex was maybe only like, 10% of his consideration for her. Okay, maybe 20%.
Far as he was concerned he'd GLADLY hand her the reins on this subject because, clearly, 1, he sucked at it, 2, he really didn't know what he was doing and was sure to disappoint her, and 3, it most certainly sucked last time because it wasn't with Rachel. He'd been a dumbass thinking it would be some kind of spectacular with just anyone... least of all with the one he was with.
What was Quinn talking about after having Beth? Something about re-virginizing herself? Yeah, he decided he was just gonna do the same thing. She was jabbering about Queen Elizabeth (not Kurt, the chick in England from like a zillion years ago) in that History class he keeps forgetting about and said she was gonna do what the Queen did and like, regain her virgin status through faith and celibacy. He remembers the conversation because he was thinking he was SO glad he wasn't still dating her then, since he's positive two things would have followed that discussion – a mandatory prayer circle and him being forced to join that stupid-ass Celibacy club again. Dude, being in that lame club didn't get him laid the first time; he wisened up after that. He was slow but he learned.
Speaking of that club, it was RACHEL who made that awesome speech about girls wanting sex too, and... and he's still shaking hands with the one-eyed weasel every night, morning and cold shower... what the hell anyway? (See? not headline news.)
Whatever. She's Rachel and he still can't decipher at least 64% of her train of thought most of the time 'til she spells it out is small sentences for him. Girls just confuse him still. Even Rachel.
Maybe especially Rachel.
Wait what were they talking about? Oh yeah...sex. And how she HASN'T had any yet. Which is totally RAD.
"It's uh, it's cool. Um, y'know I had a feeling, considering how much of a prude you are with me –not that I'm complaining." Shit. Why did he call her a prude AGAIN? He totally doesn't even mean that... she's actually super hot to make out with and she lets him kiss her for as long as he wants. And whether it's Grilled Cheesus's gift or not, she's been SUPER awesome about letting him get both north and south of the border with his hands – well, on the back slopes of the southern territory anyway. But she's getting more adventurous all the time – with her hands on him too – and he has ZERO complaints, really.
She smiled a nervous wobbly grin and looked so sincere when she said "This is so much better, because now neither of us has done it and we can save it for each other."
Her quick smile and conclusion jumping made his guts kinda twist with guilty knots.
"Rach, it's totally okay. I mean, y-you don't need to be embarrassed or anything. It's cool y'know, so you're still a virgin, no shame in that. I'm really glad actually, and glad you were honest about it now." He kinda smiled his half grin and squeezed his large hand over her shoulder, softly rubbing his thumb against the crook of her neck. Then he sucked in a deep breath knowing the only way to get rid of his guilty knot was to untie it...so... "And uh, since we're telling our confessions here, I-I wanna be honest with you, too. I lied too. About me and Santana, I mean."
Her smile shrank and she froze. He felt her shoulder tense under his palm like someone just slushied her. "What? But y-you said..."
"I know, I'm sorry for lying, but back then, I was just... I don't know. I didn't want you to know the truth and I didn't wanna think about it either. I was just too upset about you and HIM at the time, but... well I just wasn't thinking right back then."
He watched her eyes fill with tears as the previously relieved look she'd been wearing crumbled into sadness.
She was crushed now. Devastated even, maybe. He hated to see this look on her face and the bottom lip that jutted out with it, so he leaned in to kiss it away.
"Babe, don't worry okay, I love you. I only want you, y'know? That's all I've ever wanted really." As his lips just started to brush across her pout and his hands slid along the sides of her ribs, he felt her body become more rigid and her posture straightened. She halted him as her tiny but forceful hands pushed into his shoulders.
"Wait... Finn, why her?"
He opened his half-lidded eyes fully to gaze confusedly into her wide brown ones that were sort of boring into him with so many questions swimming in them. He didn't much care for the look on her face then.
He'd seen that look a couple of times before, usually before she started rambling on endlessly with so many words so fast he couldn't possibly process half of them. Sometimes he thinks she might just be part robot the way she talks. It confuses him but it excites him too, and it's part of that Rachel Berry uniqueness that he loves about her so much, even if it fries his brain cells sometimes.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean why HER? Of all the girls in the whole school, I just don't get it. Quinn I'd understand, at least you have a history there and had feelings for her–"
"That was different, Rach. And my feelings for her were like, not even close to the same as my feelings for you. And anyway, I'm over her and have no interest in going back to that bag of cats on crack. Going back with Quinn would be like trying to eat a soup sandwich." When she looked at him with question marks in her eyes he elaborated. "Stupid and messy and the two things just don't go together at all. You can't put soup on a sandwich, Rach. All you get is soggy bread that falls apart."
"Okay, I guess I follow that ...rather unique analogy... But Santana? You weren't ever dating– well, unless you count Breadstix with her and Brittany–"
"–which I don't. I try to block that night out from memory, actually."
"Well that's just my point. You weren't dating, and she's cruel to everyone most of the time – including you, so why her?"
He shrugged noncommittally as if this was the simplest most obvious answer on earth. "She offered?"
Rachel stiffened more at his response, her eyes narrowing. "Wait. Do you mean to say that ANY girl who simply OFFERED to take your virginity would have sufficed?"
"Well ye-I mean no, like... that Suzy Pepper chick is pretty creepy... and Zizes terrifies me a little. I'm really not sure how Puck copes with that. And that chick in our Spanish class that smells like–"
"FINN! You're... are you telling me as long as any HOT girl offered, it would be enough? You'd simply give yourself freely to them?"
"What? NO! No, I mean, well being hot doesn't hurt, but it's not–"
"Don't you have any self respect, Finn? Don't you have respect for girls in general? And what about me?"
"What about you? Of course I respect girls, and you KNOW I respect you, Rachel."
"Maybe but, don't my feelings matter?"
"Of course they do, it's why I was telling you the truth now, I don't underst–"
"Clearly that's not true at all or you would have considered what you were doing and exactly WHO you were doing it with. I can't believe you'd agree to sleep with someone so heartless and cruel, especially to ME. You said you loved me, Finn. Was that just a line, were you just trying to get into my pants?"
Okay this hole he was standing in just seemed to keep getting deeper and deeper. Somewhere when he wasn't looking this train jumped tracks and veered WAY off into Crazy Town. He was losing control of this situation and he really needed to get a grip quick.
"Whoa, Rach, slow down... y-you're talking really fast and you know that like, breaks my brain. I DO love you! I mean how can you question that? And I... Yeah, I have self-respect or whatever, but I'm also a dude. Guys just like, think with our... well, not our BRAIN sometimes, y'know? So yeah, she's hot and yeah, she offered and, and yeah, I was... well, I mean at first I said no. BECAUSE of you, b-because I wanted to win you back. And I told her that too. But I didn't know you lied to me about dating Jesse and then I was kinda pissed when I found out, so I–"
"Win me? Like a prize? A TROPHY or something? Was this really just a game to you, Finn? Or you were REVENGE screwing my worst bully for SPORT? To hurt me because I lied, because I was dating Jesse? Is that what you did?"
"WHAT?! Rach knock it off, you know I can't keep up with so many– but no, NO WAY I didn't revenge anything for sport or whatever! I didn't THINK about it! I was just I don't know, hurt, and a bushy bird was in my tree or whatever the hell that saying is–"
"You mean a bird in hand is worth two in the bush."
"Yeah that. Whatever. She was just THERE. She offered. It was like a, a distraction from seeing you and St Jackass together or whatever."
"So then what, did you two laugh and joke some more at my expense? Did you sit around cracking jokes at poor stupid pathetic Rachel, the TROLL, the DWARF, the HOBBIT, she lost her chance to be with the big-time quarterback? Poor stupid dumb Manhands who ever believed she was WORTHY of being with THE Finn Hudson? I was never in your league at all, was I? And that you can choose Santana, someone you claim to have no romantic interest in, instead of saving something so precious and meaningful for a time when it's with someone you love, someone that matters to you, well then either you're lying about how much importance you place on Santana Lopez, or you have no self-esteem or self-worth, or you have no regard for my feelings whatsoever."
"RACHEL! Stop it, please! My head is like spinning now... No, of course in a million years I'd never call you that stuff! I never would EVER talk about you that way. Look I was a SINGLE guy who was offered no-strings sex and I took it! I didn't think a lot about it I just did it. And it was dumb of me to not think about it first, I regret it, okay? But it's done now. And you really shouldn't be so pissed because YOU WERE DATING JESSE and for all I knew you were planning to FUCK HIM too, so–"
"I can't believe how crude and cavalier you're being about all of this! She emotionally crushes me almost every day, Finn. Do you know how many meals I've skipped and self-help books I've read or YouTube videos I've watched on how to look sexy, how to please a man, how to even GET a man? She chips away at my dignity and self-esteem on a daily basis. She is a BULLY, Finn! How could you give yourself to a bully? Especially one who bullies me, someone you say you love? I guess I really don't mean as much to you as I thought."
As was often the case, his voice raised along with his frustration level. It's not that he was mad at her – he was more upset at himself for letting this whole thing snowball beyond his control and frustrated by her lack of willingness to just get over it already.
"Rachel you're being totally insane and all chick batty now! I never even thought about you at the moment, I mean I kinda did but like it wasn't some malignant thing I did against you, I just, she was right –or at the time I thought she was. It was just sex and I just got it over with. And you and me were NOT together, which was YOUR choice, not mine by the way, so I don't understand why you're all crying and whatever an-an-and hurt by this. It's MY dick and I put it somewhere it was wanted in that moment– and it was a crappy experience anyway. Which is another reason I didn't mention it sooner. I was embarrassed and I think I was pretty bad at it and I didn't feel a thing because it didn't–"
"Because YOU ARE A PIG! So by that reasoning, if it was GREAT you would have been shouting it from the rafters and bragging about your great super awesome HOT conquest?! You need to leave now, Finn. I can't.. I can't even look at you. To think I was nearly ready to give you my... I just can't believe underneath it all you are no different than Noah Puckerman or any other boy of such low moral standards and poor character that you could be so objectifying and so – I AM NOT CHICK BATTY! What I am is angry, and hurt, and apparently BLIND that I couldn't see how cruel YOU truly can be! I'm done, Finn! WE are DONE! Please leave!"
"Wha-wait... no that's BULLSHIT RACHEL! I'm not like Puck at all! That's not fair! Look, I didn't ASK her, she offered, and– Rachel you know me better than that. So you really think I'm a pig?"
"No, but... I just really don't think I know you at ALL. I thought I did, and I thought you knew me too, but clearly I was mistaken. Please leave." She moved away from him off the floor and climbed into the center of her bed, collecting her star shaped fuzzy pillow and Miss Pinky Bear, hugging them both to her chest as a river of tears streamed down her face.
He sighed loudly and felt like total shit. This was NOT how his night was supposed to wind up. Then again, he KNEW this thing with Santana was gonna be a loaded subject, but he thought it was only because of his lie. He never saw this entire clusterfuck of – whatever it is coming. He's honestly not completely sure what they're fighting about right now.
She questioned his love for her? She questioned his MORALS? Like what the hell? The more all her million words started sinking in the more pissed he was actually getting... but then she sobbed really loudly into Pinky Bear and – FUCK! He just hates it when she cries like this! He knows he's not really wrong for anything except the lie, but still... she's hurt for reasons he can't figure out yet and thinks he'd better pretty soon because he just can't stand seeing her like this.
He pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers wanting to just scoop her up and shake some sense into her, but now that she was collapsed into a puddle of tears, he just wanted to kick himself.
How did coming clean in an attempt to clear the air end up so suffocating?
Using all his reserved energy and love for her, he took a few breaths and calmed his voice to a more soothing level then tried again. "Rach, baby please don't cry... Look can we just please forget all this crap? Please? None of it even matters to now, okay? I swear... It's last year's baggage. I forgave you for lying to me and–"
He leaned on the edge of the bed and reached out to stroke her arm but she flinched away from him. "That's NOT the same lie AT ALL though, is it Finn? Of COURSE you could forgive something that works in YOUR favor, right? You just don't seem to understand... What if my lie was the other way around?
"How would you feel if I had slept with Jesse then lied to YOU about it? Or what if it was Noah? But see, Finn, I would never DO that to YOU. And I know I wouldn't because I ALREADY DIDN'T! I had the opportunity – in both cases, actually. I could've lost my virginity already and I declined BOTH of them. Yes, partly because I wasn't ready then, but the main reason I wasn't ready is because they weren't YOU!
"And the lie I DID tell you about Jesse, well that's hardly an issue for you at all, right? Then you still get a shot at, what do you boys say in the locker room, punching my v-card, is that the name of the game? I mean, Santana seems to be quite the expert at it, so is Puckerman. In fact I'm pretty sure they have BOTH encouraged me to just sleep with you already. Have they gotten you to join in their fun now too, are they placing bets or something? Since I seem to be some prize, some GAME you like to play? Just, nevermind. It's completely irrelevant at this point. Just go home, Finn."
He sighed again, stood up to gather his jacket and backpack, and stepped into his sneakers. For all the things she is, good and bad, he loves her no matter what... but this crazy-as-hell stubborn streak of hers supremely gets under his skin sometimes.
He's banged his head off the Brick Wall of Rachel before and knows the best thing to do is just give her some space and let her stew until she comes to her senses on her own. Her dads have even warned him about it and offered the back-off-and-wait method as the best solution.
Licking his dry lips, his throat was tightening up. He could feel the lump forming and the sting of frustrated tears in his own eyes. He cleared his throat and resigned to the fact that the cool-off phase needed to happen first. Maybe she'd be more rational by tomorrow.
"Fine. I'll um, give you some time to like, cool off or whatever, and we can talk later, okay? I mean I just don't get why you're so pissed. You were dating another guy, Rach. And anyway it's all in the past now. But I love you, Rachel, so like, just... I'll go for now and call you later, okay?"
Her tears of anguish and sorrow morphed into anger and utter despair. Was he simply not listening to her? Was he seriously going to pretend like SHE was in the wrong for being hurt and gloss over this whole thing? He didn't seem to understand why the SANTANA LOPEZ factor mattered so much to her – so did he truly not know her AT ALL? Worse than not knowing or understanding, it really felt like he didn't CARE that it hurt her like it did.
She gritted her teeth while the river of wetness continued flowing down her cheeks and she practically hissed at him, "Okay...? OKAY?! No, Finn. It's not okay. Don't bother calling me, not later, not tomorrow, not anymore. I have nothing left to say."
He stood there numbly blinking at her, not believing her words. "Wait a sec, you're... are you– are you breaking up with me?"
"Past tense, Finn. When I said we were done a few minutes ago, THAT was me ending this. I love you Finn but I can't be with someone who doesn't know me well enough to understand why this is such a problem."
He stood there completely shell-shocked and unable to move. This couldn't be happening.
"You really want to end us over this?"
She didn't answer him, she only continued crying into her pillow and refusing to face him. Finally he found the only words that were playing on a loop in his mind as clear as the day she'd said them to him.
"You said you'd never break up with me."
She peeked up with red-rimmed eyes and the saddest face he'd ever seen, breaking his heart into a million pieces. "I never thought you'd make me feel like this, at least, not again," she retorted and turned her back on him again, then buried her face in her pillow and sobbed some more.
Fuck. Her mind was made up. The Brick Wall had spoken. This was real and he was pretty sure it was his fault for being STUPID again. When was he EVER gonna get things right with this girl?
He wanted to yell, scream, kick something. Tell her he refused to accept a breakup. He needs her. Doesn't she know how much he needs her? But she was turned off, tuned out, shut down now and he knew there was little else to say to help this situation for now.
And that damn lump in his throat grew like tenfold. He rasped out the words and felt the burn in his larynx. His adam's apple bobbed painfully as he swallowed hard trying to push it away. "Okay. But I love you, Rachel. I never lied to you about that. Not last year and not today and not any time in between. Just... call me when you... just call me, okay?"
Between her quiet sobs and shaking shoulders, his protective instincts were in overdrive. He instinctively reached a hand out to try to comfort her but thought better of it. He looked at the back of her head one last time wanting nothing more than to just climb up next to her and curl himself around her small body, hold until she was cried out and maybe then they could talk about this more reasonably. Instead, he silently turned and reluctantly left her room.
When he reached his truck in her driveway, he sat there behind the steering wheel numbly staring at her bedroom window wondering what the hell just happened.
He lost her. Over Sextana Lopez. What the actual fuck.
He knew she'd be hurt. He knew she'd mad and stuff, but he thought it would just be because he LIED about not having sex. So what if it happened to be with Sluttana? Like, just about every dude in the school had tapped that by now. It was practically a rule of something, that you couldn't graduate 'til you passed that class.
But Rachel is NOTHING like Santana. He'd wait for her forever, even if she was serious about being 25 first, he'd be okay with that as long as she was still his. He loves her smiles and her quirky manners and the way she helps him with his homework and doesn't make him feel dumb. He loves her smell and the little sighs and sounds she makes when she's sleeping on his chest during a movie. He loves how she curls perfectly against him and even her cold feet she tucks behind his leg and he just LOVES her.
Santana Lopez doesn't hold a damn candle to Rachel Berry. How doesn't she understand that already?
Probably because he'd done a piss poor job of convincing her of that stuff all along. Rachel's so smart, but also SO insecure... and yeah, a little nuts too. Like, he knows she's not wrong about San being a bully, but still. They WEREN'T together at the time! Why should he feel bad about WHO it was with? He'd even understand if she was upset that it was ANYONE other than her – but that's not what she was saying.
He should have guessed there'd be some giant hunk of ice hiding beneath the tip of that iceberg because there always is...
And how come his inside voice always sounds so girly and knows exactly how to explain shit, but then his outside voice sounds like such a douche? Like Puckerman. Is there somekinda fritz in the wiring between his brain and his mouth? Like, he totally doesn't know why he said half the shit that came outta his mouth in there. He didn't mean at least half of it, and the stuff he DID mean to say never came out of his mouth at all... or at least not enough of it or not in a way that didn't end in her breaking up with him.
His worst fears have come true. He's a fucking loser. A loser who can't even talk to his girl and say what he means. He knows he sucks with words. He'd have been better off singing her a Journey song or something. How come songs get it so right all the damn time?
Maybe that's the answer. He'll sing to her. In Glee. He'll pull another smooth Rick Springfield move outta his bag of tricks and it'll make it okay again. Ricky-boy helped him out once before, maybe he has another gem in his repertoire that can help a dude win the love of his life back – again.
Wait... she's the love my life? I mean I know I love her and stuff... but... yeah. I really REALLY love her. Like more than my Xbox. More than my drums. As much as my mom. I gotta fix this.
. . . . .
Two days later, after zero replies to his 15 text messages and zero answers to his 8 phone calls, he'd come early to Glee club. He told Mr Schue he had a song prepared and he needed to go first.
He did his homework and Rick Springfield was THE MAN! (Did you know he has other cool songs besides just wishing you had some Douchebag's Girl?)
He stood tall and confident next to the piano clearing his throat and nervously rubbing his hands down his thighs. Brad was already jamming away on that cool mini synthesizer thing and Jeff was getting ready to jam on the electric guitar. This was gonna be great.
The lyrics were perfect and Rachel HAD to understand what he was saying when she heard them. He stared straight at her with conviction as every word came out with urgency and a plea for her to believe him.
Heart in my mouth, pulse in my head
Mercury rising into the red
The smell of your skin can light up all the fires in me
Hungry to touch, I'm eager to please
Out of control and I hand you the keys
Every night I am burning to make love to you
But don't try to tell me you think it's all physical
It goes much deeper than that
You ought to know it's an affair of the heart
It's an affair of the heart, It's an affair of the heart
Have a little blind faith– believe, it's an affair of the heart
He watched her carefully, gauging for the reaction he hoped he'd see. The acceptance in her eyes would flicker, the knowledge that she meant so much more to him than sex – that YEAH she was sexy and he sure as hell wanted her like, ALL the time, but it was so much more that that. With Rachel it was the whole package. He loved every single thing about her. And she loves him too... he KNOWS she does.
When we make out, it's a passionate thing
You shudder and shake, sink you teeth in my skin
I almost believe you were made to be played by my hands
He watched and waited but the light in her eyes wasn't flickering yet. So he moved a few steps in her direction, stopping right in front of her and kneeling down to eye level with her. He wanted to hold her hands so bad, but she had her arms wrapped around herself and her hands tucked tightly away from him. She had her lips sucked in, biting both of them and tears were starting to swell in her eyes too, but he never looked away. Neither did she though, so he hoped that was a good sign.
And you got the power, it amazes me still
How you play my emotions with consummate skill
I don't have to look any further than into your eyes
So don't try to tell me you think it's just physical
It goes way deeper than that
You better know it's an affair of the heart
It's an affair of the heart, It's an affair of the heart
Have a little blind faith– believe, it's an affair of the heart
The room responded positively to his performance with whoops and cheers but all his focus was on her. And she wasn't reacting at all, just staring blankly into his eyes.
"Rachel... Rach, I'm sorry. Okay? I love you, baby."
"Finn..." Her tears were slipping past her lashes and before she could say another word or he could react to her tears she was out of her chair, shaking her head and dashing out of the room.
"Smooth move dipwad," Puck sneered as he followed after her.
What the hell did he do wrong?
. . . . .
Tbc…
SONG CREDITS:
Fic title & opening lyrics borrowed from Dare You to Move by Switchfoot.
Affair of Heart - by Rick Springfield, from the 1983 album Living in Oz