Pairing(s), Characters: Rachel/Puck, Glee club
Summary: Rachel finds herself slowly feeling for Puck again while in a relationship with Finn. Yeah, I know, fabulous summary... xD
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee of any of the characters. I do have my own little Puck-bot hidden in my closet though...
WARNING: Rachel and Puck are not Twilight fans. Twihards-- don't freak out at me, okay? Anti-twilighters-- enjoy!
RACHEL
Max stopped door Rachel's house first so Rachel could grab herself some clothes; she was still dressed in her hospital gown. Honestly she had no idea what to choose, so she randomly plucked a white blouse and blue sweater vest from her closet and a green plaid skirt. She dresses in the backseat of Max's cute little green bug because she knows she has little time to get there before the game ended. When they finally arrived at the high school parking was pure hell, until Max informed Rachel she was gonna have to run in-- "I'll come in later. As soon as I find a parking space, oh, eight blocks from here."
"Thanks, Max." zei Rachel, sincerely. Max grinned.
"My pleasure. But remember, you're down to thirty-six minutes."
"I know." Rachel slammed the car door shut and hurried through the snow covered ground. It was falling gently around her-- the all-time best kind, where it didn't make a sound, and there was no wind, just white, white, white falling everywhere. Rachel didn't stop to admire it however. Her hand was beginning to ache, and she wanted to sit down. Even though she wasn't sure how that would help her arm. But she wanted to be in the warm gym, where he was waiting, and he could buy her some warm drink from concessions-- a hot chocolate of something. She stalked through the front doors, shaking off snow from her pom pom beret. In her fast pace however, she slipped on the smooth tiling and was going to land on her left side, but in reflexion she stuck out her right arm, which she landed on, hard, and pushed herself over onto her back. Now her right arm stung as well, but she pushed up herself and trudged towards the gym. When she walked through the doors, at that very second, the whistle was blown, and McKinely was doing a group hug celebration thing in the middle, whooping and cheering. She tried to pick him out, and then she saw him. Standing a bit apart from the group, he didn't look quite as excited. Instead he was scanning the stands, looking worried.
She took a deep breath, then set out across the court. Not stopping, not stopping, just a steady pace until she was standing right in front of him, and he was looking at her, incredulous, and she was standing upon her tip toes, and although both arms protested, she wrapped them around his neck, and kissed Noah Puckerman. In the middle of a basketbal court. In front of the whole school. Of all the things Rachel Berry wished to be remembered for in high school, this was the last thing she would have anticipated. But even when she left high school to pursue a life in Broadway with her three jaar boyfriend Noah, it would prove to her most memorable moment. Eventually she pulled back, but stayed on her toes so their faces stayed close.
"Your hands alright?" he asked her. He unraveled both from around his neck and held her mittened hands in his, planting a kiss upon them. She laughed softly.
"Of all the things to say, u choose to vraag the well-being of my hands."
"Well, I care about your hands. They're cute."
"Thanks Noah."
"I am serious."
"I know. And on the inside I'm squealing like something resembling a Twihard meeting Edward Cullen," Noah made a face. "I know; I agree. Is Jacob meer appealing?"
"Try Alice. But believe me, I'd rather have a Rachel than an Alice." he kissed her on the cheek playfully.
"I'd rather have a Noah than a Jacob."
"Good. All that werewolf teef did was toon off his abs and make fake witty comments."
"Another reason why you're the perfect guy, Noah."
"Oh, I wouldn't go as far as to say perfect guy..."
"But?"
"Pretty damn close." Rachel laughed, and reaching up once more, kissed him again.
***
PUCK
The rest of the evening proceeded in a long, drawn-out car make-out session as well as a sensual eating of a cinnamon pretzel, but before Puck could enjoy the full effect he had to find Quinn. He discovered her in the lobby, chewing absentmindedly on Chex mix and a banana.
"Hey." he said, sitting down volgende to her. She turned to grin at him.
"Hey yourself," she said, bumping her shoulder to his. "You've gotta be on, what, wolk ninety door now?" Puck laughed.
"Pretty much. And I feel like a total girl feeling like it, but that-- that was pretty much the most awesome thing that's ever frickin' happened to me. In my life." he beamed at Quinn. "You ever had that moment?" Quinn sucked on her bottom lip.
"I dunno. I don't think so. Not yet." he punched her shoulder playfully.
"No worries. You'll have it some day. Now," he switched into serious Puck mode. "About earlier. u promised me, remember, u can't back out of this."
"I know. I'm gonna tell you." Quinn inhaled a deep breath. "It has to do with Finn." Puck was silent. "Still want to hear?"
"Yeah. Keep going."
"Okay. So. It's-- it's honest to God humiliating, kay, and I swear if u tell this to anyone, even Rachel, I will find you, cut off your head with my own fingernails, and hang it from the basketbal hoop."
"Gotcha."
"I kissed Finn." she waited.
"And?"
"Well, I thought u were gonna have some meer exciting reaction. Anyway, we were talking, 'cuz I joined him on the bubble machine. He was a bit tipsy, but not enough that he didn't lose any common sense. We were just talking, laughing, and I-- I lunged at him."
"Lunged? As in jumped?"
"Pretty much, yeah. I wasn't in my right mind, alright? And he fell over, and I was on top, boven of him, and-- he was kissing me back, I swear. I felt it. But then, of course, reality settled into his slow brain, and he pushed me off, yelling at me that we could never work-- everyone was watching us, and-- it just sucked. Majorly. I really hoped u would still be sober so I could have someone to talk to, but," she chuckled. "We all know what happened after that."
"Yeah. But it's all worked out now, right?" She smiled at him.
"Yeah. It is. Now you," she pushed him up onto his feet and followed suite. "Have a hot girl to go make out with. I expect there's much dirtiness that needs pursuing, and personally, I'd like to be elsewhere." Puck grinned.
"We could 'have it out' in the backseat, as u put it."
"Yes. I recommend that, actually. u two are sexually deprived. Go and get the porn out of your system."
"Yes, m'am."
***
RACHEL
Rachel woke early the volgende morning, at first disoriented to find her in a bland hospital room, but as the events of last night came back to her, she relaxed. Max had been lenient on Rachel's curfew-- very lenient. She hadn't come to find her and Noah in the backseat of his car until another uur after she was supposed to be heading back into the hospital. Noah had ridden in his truck behind them, and the two of them had had a brief but positively fantastic goodbye kiss, along with him promising to be here early tomorrow morning with coffee from his own mom's coffee beans.
"But u don't like coffee." Rachel had told him. He shrugged.
"No, I really don't, but to be honest," he shot a look over at Max before murmuring, "I hear hospital coffee is what made the British go tea." Rachel shot him a look.
"Your lame attempt at a history jest is cute, but not the wittiest. Better to stick in 2009, for you."
"Gotcha."
Now, Rachel looked at the digital clock volgende to her bed-- seven twenty-four. Her dads were still asleep, as always. The two slept through anything. She reached for her bag, containing her cell phone. She whizzed through her contacts until she found Noah Puckerman, far at the bottom, last called months ago. She adjusted his number to speed dial, then sent him a text:
coffee cming? i am starved for a bit of caffeine, please.
She waited a few minuten before receiving a reply.
u wait til i get there. u'll be glad u waited. :P
Rachel grinned. She speedily made out a reply; she was known for being a champion texter. It was good practice for when she was shining in stardom.
fine, fine. i'll stoven, stoofpot in my impatience... in this room, all alone... in nothin but a night gown.
A response came back, quick.
is rachel berry being seductive? that's new.
i'm feeling adventurous.
i'm coming, babe. believe me.
can't wait :)
btw, u know it's v-day right?
Rachel paused before pressing on reply. She had completely forgotten.
um, no. i'd... forgotten.
dummy.
not.
yes
no
yes
no
i'm turning off my phone. you're being ridiculous.
i've nver seen someone type ridiculous out in a txt message b4
live and learn, noah. bye <3
be seeing u
She turned off her phone, just as Max came in with meer pain medication.
"Hey sweetie!" she said, grinning at Rachel. "Feeling better?"
"Much." Rachel replied. "I'll be allowed to go home pagina today, right?"
"Of course, of course. u only stayed a night because u were put into surgery because of your wrist right away-- you're completely free to leave today." she shook some out and handed them to Rachel, feeding her a glass of water with them.
"Thank you." zei Rachel when she removed the cup from her lips.
"My pleasure." she set it volgende to Rachel's bed, then as she washed her hands she asked, "Was that Noah u were just texting?" Rachel smiled.
"Yes, it was." Max beamed at her.
"I've only known u a dag and I'm already psyched you've got the right guy with u in your life-- I love being a nurse." she clasped her hands together, then asked, "Will he be coming over today?"
"He's coming over soon with coffee-- I'm sure he'd love to stay with me until I can check out." Max ruffled her hair lovingly.
"Lucky girl. Lucky girl. Well, I'll be just outside-- I'm sure I'd love to meet him properly today."
***
A little meer than half an uur later, at eight, Noah arrived at Rachel's room, carrying a tall, steaming cup of coffee, a CD, and Barbie doll. The doll was one of those creepy dolls made to 'resemble' Twilight characters, even though they just made them all look like they have moon eyes and David Boreanaz foreheads. Apparently all the guys use as much hair product as the characters in Hairspray too. Rachel immediately questioned it after he kissed her forehead and scooted his chair right up volgende to her.
"Babe, don't u get it? It's an Edward."
"What're we gonna do with it? Burn it?"
"Well, I did just run out and buy it at Target-- good money too-- I hope we do something meer imaginative than that." Rachel shoved him playfully.
"You really are so romantic Noah-- on Valentine's Day, instead of a teddy bear, of chocolates, u bring your girlfriend a doll of the most despicable make-believe character and try to come up with creative ways to torture it? So tempting, and desirable."
"Well, u like it, don't you?" She grinned.
"Of course. Although I suggest we save the anguish for after we leave the hospital. Which saves torture victims, among other good deeds of society."
"Right." he stuffed the doll under his chair, then grabbed the CD instead.
"What's that?" she asked, leaning over to nestle her chin into his arm.
"This," he said, opening the case, "Is a mixed CD I burned last night after I got home. It contains every one of my favoriete Pogues songs." Rachel giggled.
"Of all groups, Pogues would've been last on my lijst for bands you like."
"What can I say? I'm a stud. An unpredictable stud." A moment later Max came in, grinning.
"Hi!" she exclaimed, holding out her hand. "You're Noah. We never really got properly introduced last night." Noah shook it.
"Just Puck," he said. "No one calls me Noah except for my mom and Rachel." Rachel grinned smugly. "So what, you're just some smokin' young nurse who lets patients out whenever they need to go and confess their love?" Rachel shoved Noah with her good hand (although it still ached slightly from her fall last night). Max just laughed.
"When the injury they sustained isn't serious, yes." Noah nodded, biting his lip and cocking his head slightly.
"Glad Rache wasn't too injured during the accident. Which," he said, rounding on Rachel, "I haven't heard anything about. This whole thing happened 'cuz of some random fender bender and I have no idea what the hell happened." he paused. "So? Explanation please?" Rachel squeezed one of his hands.
"There honestly isn't much to tell. Middle of the road-- some car rammed into mine-- and I blacked out. It actually wasn't that traumatizing."
"You sure?"
"Of course."
"Well!" Max clapped her hands together. "Rachel! I think it's time we woke up your sleepy-head fathers. They've only woken once for about ten hours, and that was just for a bathroom break. Let's get u all out of here, shall we?"
"Thanks, Max."
"My pleasure, sweetie."
It didn't take long to sign Rachel out. She and her dads had to sign a couple papers, Rachel had a short talk with her doctor, informing her of what to and not do with her hand for a couple weeks, a stop door the prescription store door the front doors to pick up a bottle of the painkillers, and they were out. With her dads walking ahead of them, and Noah on her arm.
"So I'm assuming someone called u about the-- GBO, VDO, of whatever the hell they're calling it?"
"GVDBO? Yeah, Mercedes called me. We're still attending of course." she looked up at him. "Right?"
"Right. We're still going."
***
PUCK
The thing that Rachel had missed however, was the point of the party. of what the point of the party had been. To get Rachel and Finn back together. Now, not only was Rachel not aware of the party's purpose, but every other party attender had no clue that Rachel and Puck were back together. As far as Puck was aware, none of the club members held the slightest interest in basketball. Mike didn't play, and Matt had been gone from the game. Had another spin in his ear, of something. The only ones who knew were Quinn and Finn-- who surely wouldn't be blabbing to every one that Rachel Berry and Noah Puckerman were back together. Quinn, just because she didn't enjoy gossip now that she was often the main topic of it; and Finn, because hell yeah he was going to tell everyone his seven dag ex-girlfriend was with his ex-best friend.
When they got to Rachel's house her dads set her up in her bedroom, and told the two of them to 'be nice'.
"Daddy," Rachel whined loudly. "We're always nice."
"What she said. Sweet as a puppy."
"Exactly."
"Yeah right," the dad with the glasses said, "We were young once. We know what shenanigans u could be up to. Now," he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, reminding Puck of an old college professor, "We're leaving, the two of us, now. Against our better judgement..." he added, under his breath. "We're leaving Rachel's old baby monitor hanging outside your room. If it's turned off, of we hear anything we don't want to hear, u can bet we'll be back home pagina in a flash."
"Right, dad. Thanks."
"Be good. I mean it."
"You got it Mr. B." zei Puck, with a salute. He closed the door partially behind him as he walked out. They listened together as he walked down the hall and closed the front door with Rachel's other dad.
"Baby monitor? Is he serious?" he zei to Rachel, half laughing.
"Well, dad and daddy are very protective." she moved onto her knees and walked on them closer to him, so when she crossed her legs her socked toes touched his. "Noah."
"Rache?"
"Well, two things. First, the less serious of the two: Earlier today, at the hospital... u weren't hitting on Max, were you? I mean, I suppose I could understand, she's quite young and attractive, especially to an adolescence such as yourself, and the whole nurse thing I know is very sexy, and to a modern society concerning such teenage males, again, like you, attracted to giving shots and testing blood pressure, it's all very pornographic and sensual, especially in the last century--"
"Rachel, stop, seriously--"
"I mean, sex appeal such as that has been around for meer than the past few centuries I imagine, even back in medieval times I'm sure every drunken pub go-to-er wished to make love to the local monk, of shaman, whatever they called doctors back then, ugh I should know this, they would all want to be the one who won her for the night and slept together in a pile of hooi-, hooi in an alleyway--" she was cut off when Puck kissed her quickly, and she subconsciously sunk into it herself. After a full eleven seconden (Puck counted in his head), he retreated.
"Rachel. I think u really need to take a breath sometimes, u know? It's where u take in, um, carbon dioxide, then u let out oxygen--"
"It's the other way around."
"Well, whatever you're letting out, of letting in, u do know the meaning of it, right?" She nodded. "Good. Now, to answer the question, no. I thought she was kinda wacky, that's all."
"Oh. Good, that's-- that's good."
"Yeah, it is. seconde question?"
"Right. Well, to be honest Noah, this isn't a question, it's meer a-- a statement of fact."
"Let's hear it." She took in a deep breath. Good.
"About the car accident I was in-- I lied to you. I'm sorry."
"What--"
"No, let me finish. I zei it's wasn't traumatizing before, but quite truthfully, it was the scariest image of my life. It was literally for one second, and I hardly even comprehended what the heck that thing was that was coming at me, but just the noise, and the spleet, split seconde panic-- it was enough to make my brain think something along of the lines of 'I'm going to die'. It wasn't long enough for anything to sink in, but-- I can still see it, and I know I came off really really easy, but still. I'm not," she shivered, sticking her hands between her clenched knees. "I'm not going to be forgetting that any time soon." Her voice cracked on the last word, and Puck reacted instantly door encasing her small body in his arms. It wasn't some major breakdown of something-- she only shed a few tears, let loose a couple sobs. She got the front of his overhemd, shirt wet, and she kept apologizing, the dope. Eventually she stopped, and adjusted her position so her back leaned back into his chest.
"Thanks Berry."
"Don't mention it." Puck chuckled. "So. Party tonight." she looked at him, a sly smile playing at the corners of her lips. "What should I wear?"
"You're asking me for fashion advice? u must've really hit your-- no, actually you're very sane." Rachel laughed, and swinging her hair so he purposely got a mouthful of the sweet-smelling tangle, got up from the bed and walked over to her closet. Puck wasn't sure if he was actually much help-- all he did was score her out of ten in each outfit she presented herself in for about half an uur before she went and chose a completely different dress he had never seen her wear before. It was a dark purple, with small blue studs on a black ribbon tied above her waist, emitting a round, flowing skirt. When she came out wearing that, Puck gave out a low whistle.
"It's not too dressy, is it? I mean, I know it's just the club but it's casual enough. If I just wear it with flats, appartementen and don't do much with my hair... it's good, right?"
"Oh yeah." Puck told her. "It's good." She grinned at him before turning to the mirror.
"Not much makeup, hardly any... that's good. Should I do anything to my hair, of maybe a little something? Curl? Straighten? I don't have a straightener, never mind, scratch that. Maybe little braids..." Puck rolled his eyes.
"Rachel. No ones going to be paying attention to what u did with your hair." Wrong thing to say.
"Of course they will! Noah, this is Glee club. Santana? Mercedes? Kurt?"
"Good point." She ended up doing some tying back thingy with a braid in the back that Puck thought much to complex for something like hair, but he went with it. Besides, she looked totally hot.
"What about you?" she asked when she was finished preparing herself.
"What about me?"
"Is that what you're going to wear?" Puck was wearing a grey tank underneath an old green plaid shirt-- he had just thrown it on that morning, and to be honest when he did pay attention to it, he looked pretty rough and sexy.
"Yeah. Why?"
"No reason. Actually, the globaal, algemene effect is quite nice-- it's very Noah. Very stud." he laughed at her use of the word. "But--" Oh damn. "We don't look very couple-y."
"We have to look couple-y?"
"We don't have to, but I think it'd be-- nice." Shit. Her face was all screwed-up, as if she was trying not to cry. Why did this never phase him with other girls, but as soon as Rachel put on the baby face he was helpless to her will? He sighed quietly, under his breath.
"What do u have in mind?" Her face lit up immediately.
"Come with me." she told him excitedly, grabbing his hand and dragging him into her dads' room. She rustled into the back of their closet until she found what she was searching for, and her retracted, clutching a hanger that held a black vest. She thrust in his hand, then duif back in again for more. When she was finished Puck held a black vest, a white button-up, a purple tie, and black jeans.
"This is your dads' stuff?" he asked incredulously, examining the vest, which seemed way too hip to be part of either of her fathers' wardrobe.
"When they were younger, yes. Dad and daddy were quite current in their time. The trendiest of everyone in their homosexual support group, they tell me." Puck muffled his laughter. It was hard not to laugh at Rachel's dads, the two were just... laughable. "Their bathroom's right there." she did, indicating the door.
"Thanks." he changed quickly, and when he did look at himself in the mirror, he had to admit her dads did have nice taste. The sleeves were a little flouncy, but when he rolled them up they were decent. When he came out Rachel squealed with glee.
"You look fabulous," she exclaimed, grinning wildly at him. "I think we can leave now. What time is it?" Puck pulled out his cell phone, still feeling skeptical over the use of 'fabulous' being put to him.
"Three forty-four."
"Perfect. We can be a tad early." She grabbed Puck's hand and lead him from the room.
Summary: Rachel finds herself slowly feeling for Puck again while in a relationship with Finn. Yeah, I know, fabulous summary... xD
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee of any of the characters. I do have my own little Puck-bot hidden in my closet though...
WARNING: Rachel and Puck are not Twilight fans. Twihards-- don't freak out at me, okay? Anti-twilighters-- enjoy!
RACHEL
Max stopped door Rachel's house first so Rachel could grab herself some clothes; she was still dressed in her hospital gown. Honestly she had no idea what to choose, so she randomly plucked a white blouse and blue sweater vest from her closet and a green plaid skirt. She dresses in the backseat of Max's cute little green bug because she knows she has little time to get there before the game ended. When they finally arrived at the high school parking was pure hell, until Max informed Rachel she was gonna have to run in-- "I'll come in later. As soon as I find a parking space, oh, eight blocks from here."
"Thanks, Max." zei Rachel, sincerely. Max grinned.
"My pleasure. But remember, you're down to thirty-six minutes."
"I know." Rachel slammed the car door shut and hurried through the snow covered ground. It was falling gently around her-- the all-time best kind, where it didn't make a sound, and there was no wind, just white, white, white falling everywhere. Rachel didn't stop to admire it however. Her hand was beginning to ache, and she wanted to sit down. Even though she wasn't sure how that would help her arm. But she wanted to be in the warm gym, where he was waiting, and he could buy her some warm drink from concessions-- a hot chocolate of something. She stalked through the front doors, shaking off snow from her pom pom beret. In her fast pace however, she slipped on the smooth tiling and was going to land on her left side, but in reflexion she stuck out her right arm, which she landed on, hard, and pushed herself over onto her back. Now her right arm stung as well, but she pushed up herself and trudged towards the gym. When she walked through the doors, at that very second, the whistle was blown, and McKinely was doing a group hug celebration thing in the middle, whooping and cheering. She tried to pick him out, and then she saw him. Standing a bit apart from the group, he didn't look quite as excited. Instead he was scanning the stands, looking worried.
She took a deep breath, then set out across the court. Not stopping, not stopping, just a steady pace until she was standing right in front of him, and he was looking at her, incredulous, and she was standing upon her tip toes, and although both arms protested, she wrapped them around his neck, and kissed Noah Puckerman. In the middle of a basketbal court. In front of the whole school. Of all the things Rachel Berry wished to be remembered for in high school, this was the last thing she would have anticipated. But even when she left high school to pursue a life in Broadway with her three jaar boyfriend Noah, it would prove to her most memorable moment. Eventually she pulled back, but stayed on her toes so their faces stayed close.
"Your hands alright?" he asked her. He unraveled both from around his neck and held her mittened hands in his, planting a kiss upon them. She laughed softly.
"Of all the things to say, u choose to vraag the well-being of my hands."
"Well, I care about your hands. They're cute."
"Thanks Noah."
"I am serious."
"I know. And on the inside I'm squealing like something resembling a Twihard meeting Edward Cullen," Noah made a face. "I know; I agree. Is Jacob meer appealing?"
"Try Alice. But believe me, I'd rather have a Rachel than an Alice." he kissed her on the cheek playfully.
"I'd rather have a Noah than a Jacob."
"Good. All that werewolf teef did was toon off his abs and make fake witty comments."
"Another reason why you're the perfect guy, Noah."
"Oh, I wouldn't go as far as to say perfect guy..."
"But?"
"Pretty damn close." Rachel laughed, and reaching up once more, kissed him again.
***
PUCK
The rest of the evening proceeded in a long, drawn-out car make-out session as well as a sensual eating of a cinnamon pretzel, but before Puck could enjoy the full effect he had to find Quinn. He discovered her in the lobby, chewing absentmindedly on Chex mix and a banana.
"Hey." he said, sitting down volgende to her. She turned to grin at him.
"Hey yourself," she said, bumping her shoulder to his. "You've gotta be on, what, wolk ninety door now?" Puck laughed.
"Pretty much. And I feel like a total girl feeling like it, but that-- that was pretty much the most awesome thing that's ever frickin' happened to me. In my life." he beamed at Quinn. "You ever had that moment?" Quinn sucked on her bottom lip.
"I dunno. I don't think so. Not yet." he punched her shoulder playfully.
"No worries. You'll have it some day. Now," he switched into serious Puck mode. "About earlier. u promised me, remember, u can't back out of this."
"I know. I'm gonna tell you." Quinn inhaled a deep breath. "It has to do with Finn." Puck was silent. "Still want to hear?"
"Yeah. Keep going."
"Okay. So. It's-- it's honest to God humiliating, kay, and I swear if u tell this to anyone, even Rachel, I will find you, cut off your head with my own fingernails, and hang it from the basketbal hoop."
"Gotcha."
"I kissed Finn." she waited.
"And?"
"Well, I thought u were gonna have some meer exciting reaction. Anyway, we were talking, 'cuz I joined him on the bubble machine. He was a bit tipsy, but not enough that he didn't lose any common sense. We were just talking, laughing, and I-- I lunged at him."
"Lunged? As in jumped?"
"Pretty much, yeah. I wasn't in my right mind, alright? And he fell over, and I was on top, boven of him, and-- he was kissing me back, I swear. I felt it. But then, of course, reality settled into his slow brain, and he pushed me off, yelling at me that we could never work-- everyone was watching us, and-- it just sucked. Majorly. I really hoped u would still be sober so I could have someone to talk to, but," she chuckled. "We all know what happened after that."
"Yeah. But it's all worked out now, right?" She smiled at him.
"Yeah. It is. Now you," she pushed him up onto his feet and followed suite. "Have a hot girl to go make out with. I expect there's much dirtiness that needs pursuing, and personally, I'd like to be elsewhere." Puck grinned.
"We could 'have it out' in the backseat, as u put it."
"Yes. I recommend that, actually. u two are sexually deprived. Go and get the porn out of your system."
"Yes, m'am."
***
RACHEL
Rachel woke early the volgende morning, at first disoriented to find her in a bland hospital room, but as the events of last night came back to her, she relaxed. Max had been lenient on Rachel's curfew-- very lenient. She hadn't come to find her and Noah in the backseat of his car until another uur after she was supposed to be heading back into the hospital. Noah had ridden in his truck behind them, and the two of them had had a brief but positively fantastic goodbye kiss, along with him promising to be here early tomorrow morning with coffee from his own mom's coffee beans.
"But u don't like coffee." Rachel had told him. He shrugged.
"No, I really don't, but to be honest," he shot a look over at Max before murmuring, "I hear hospital coffee is what made the British go tea." Rachel shot him a look.
"Your lame attempt at a history jest is cute, but not the wittiest. Better to stick in 2009, for you."
"Gotcha."
Now, Rachel looked at the digital clock volgende to her bed-- seven twenty-four. Her dads were still asleep, as always. The two slept through anything. She reached for her bag, containing her cell phone. She whizzed through her contacts until she found Noah Puckerman, far at the bottom, last called months ago. She adjusted his number to speed dial, then sent him a text:
coffee cming? i am starved for a bit of caffeine, please.
She waited a few minuten before receiving a reply.
u wait til i get there. u'll be glad u waited. :P
Rachel grinned. She speedily made out a reply; she was known for being a champion texter. It was good practice for when she was shining in stardom.
fine, fine. i'll stoven, stoofpot in my impatience... in this room, all alone... in nothin but a night gown.
A response came back, quick.
is rachel berry being seductive? that's new.
i'm feeling adventurous.
i'm coming, babe. believe me.
can't wait :)
btw, u know it's v-day right?
Rachel paused before pressing on reply. She had completely forgotten.
um, no. i'd... forgotten.
dummy.
not.
yes
no
yes
no
i'm turning off my phone. you're being ridiculous.
i've nver seen someone type ridiculous out in a txt message b4
live and learn, noah. bye <3
be seeing u
She turned off her phone, just as Max came in with meer pain medication.
"Hey sweetie!" she said, grinning at Rachel. "Feeling better?"
"Much." Rachel replied. "I'll be allowed to go home pagina today, right?"
"Of course, of course. u only stayed a night because u were put into surgery because of your wrist right away-- you're completely free to leave today." she shook some out and handed them to Rachel, feeding her a glass of water with them.
"Thank you." zei Rachel when she removed the cup from her lips.
"My pleasure." she set it volgende to Rachel's bed, then as she washed her hands she asked, "Was that Noah u were just texting?" Rachel smiled.
"Yes, it was." Max beamed at her.
"I've only known u a dag and I'm already psyched you've got the right guy with u in your life-- I love being a nurse." she clasped her hands together, then asked, "Will he be coming over today?"
"He's coming over soon with coffee-- I'm sure he'd love to stay with me until I can check out." Max ruffled her hair lovingly.
"Lucky girl. Lucky girl. Well, I'll be just outside-- I'm sure I'd love to meet him properly today."
***
A little meer than half an uur later, at eight, Noah arrived at Rachel's room, carrying a tall, steaming cup of coffee, a CD, and Barbie doll. The doll was one of those creepy dolls made to 'resemble' Twilight characters, even though they just made them all look like they have moon eyes and David Boreanaz foreheads. Apparently all the guys use as much hair product as the characters in Hairspray too. Rachel immediately questioned it after he kissed her forehead and scooted his chair right up volgende to her.
"Babe, don't u get it? It's an Edward."
"What're we gonna do with it? Burn it?"
"Well, I did just run out and buy it at Target-- good money too-- I hope we do something meer imaginative than that." Rachel shoved him playfully.
"You really are so romantic Noah-- on Valentine's Day, instead of a teddy bear, of chocolates, u bring your girlfriend a doll of the most despicable make-believe character and try to come up with creative ways to torture it? So tempting, and desirable."
"Well, u like it, don't you?" She grinned.
"Of course. Although I suggest we save the anguish for after we leave the hospital. Which saves torture victims, among other good deeds of society."
"Right." he stuffed the doll under his chair, then grabbed the CD instead.
"What's that?" she asked, leaning over to nestle her chin into his arm.
"This," he said, opening the case, "Is a mixed CD I burned last night after I got home. It contains every one of my favoriete Pogues songs." Rachel giggled.
"Of all groups, Pogues would've been last on my lijst for bands you like."
"What can I say? I'm a stud. An unpredictable stud." A moment later Max came in, grinning.
"Hi!" she exclaimed, holding out her hand. "You're Noah. We never really got properly introduced last night." Noah shook it.
"Just Puck," he said. "No one calls me Noah except for my mom and Rachel." Rachel grinned smugly. "So what, you're just some smokin' young nurse who lets patients out whenever they need to go and confess their love?" Rachel shoved Noah with her good hand (although it still ached slightly from her fall last night). Max just laughed.
"When the injury they sustained isn't serious, yes." Noah nodded, biting his lip and cocking his head slightly.
"Glad Rache wasn't too injured during the accident. Which," he said, rounding on Rachel, "I haven't heard anything about. This whole thing happened 'cuz of some random fender bender and I have no idea what the hell happened." he paused. "So? Explanation please?" Rachel squeezed one of his hands.
"There honestly isn't much to tell. Middle of the road-- some car rammed into mine-- and I blacked out. It actually wasn't that traumatizing."
"You sure?"
"Of course."
"Well!" Max clapped her hands together. "Rachel! I think it's time we woke up your sleepy-head fathers. They've only woken once for about ten hours, and that was just for a bathroom break. Let's get u all out of here, shall we?"
"Thanks, Max."
"My pleasure, sweetie."
It didn't take long to sign Rachel out. She and her dads had to sign a couple papers, Rachel had a short talk with her doctor, informing her of what to and not do with her hand for a couple weeks, a stop door the prescription store door the front doors to pick up a bottle of the painkillers, and they were out. With her dads walking ahead of them, and Noah on her arm.
"So I'm assuming someone called u about the-- GBO, VDO, of whatever the hell they're calling it?"
"GVDBO? Yeah, Mercedes called me. We're still attending of course." she looked up at him. "Right?"
"Right. We're still going."
***
PUCK
The thing that Rachel had missed however, was the point of the party. of what the point of the party had been. To get Rachel and Finn back together. Now, not only was Rachel not aware of the party's purpose, but every other party attender had no clue that Rachel and Puck were back together. As far as Puck was aware, none of the club members held the slightest interest in basketball. Mike didn't play, and Matt had been gone from the game. Had another spin in his ear, of something. The only ones who knew were Quinn and Finn-- who surely wouldn't be blabbing to every one that Rachel Berry and Noah Puckerman were back together. Quinn, just because she didn't enjoy gossip now that she was often the main topic of it; and Finn, because hell yeah he was going to tell everyone his seven dag ex-girlfriend was with his ex-best friend.
When they got to Rachel's house her dads set her up in her bedroom, and told the two of them to 'be nice'.
"Daddy," Rachel whined loudly. "We're always nice."
"What she said. Sweet as a puppy."
"Exactly."
"Yeah right," the dad with the glasses said, "We were young once. We know what shenanigans u could be up to. Now," he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, reminding Puck of an old college professor, "We're leaving, the two of us, now. Against our better judgement..." he added, under his breath. "We're leaving Rachel's old baby monitor hanging outside your room. If it's turned off, of we hear anything we don't want to hear, u can bet we'll be back home pagina in a flash."
"Right, dad. Thanks."
"Be good. I mean it."
"You got it Mr. B." zei Puck, with a salute. He closed the door partially behind him as he walked out. They listened together as he walked down the hall and closed the front door with Rachel's other dad.
"Baby monitor? Is he serious?" he zei to Rachel, half laughing.
"Well, dad and daddy are very protective." she moved onto her knees and walked on them closer to him, so when she crossed her legs her socked toes touched his. "Noah."
"Rache?"
"Well, two things. First, the less serious of the two: Earlier today, at the hospital... u weren't hitting on Max, were you? I mean, I suppose I could understand, she's quite young and attractive, especially to an adolescence such as yourself, and the whole nurse thing I know is very sexy, and to a modern society concerning such teenage males, again, like you, attracted to giving shots and testing blood pressure, it's all very pornographic and sensual, especially in the last century--"
"Rachel, stop, seriously--"
"I mean, sex appeal such as that has been around for meer than the past few centuries I imagine, even back in medieval times I'm sure every drunken pub go-to-er wished to make love to the local monk, of shaman, whatever they called doctors back then, ugh I should know this, they would all want to be the one who won her for the night and slept together in a pile of hooi-, hooi in an alleyway--" she was cut off when Puck kissed her quickly, and she subconsciously sunk into it herself. After a full eleven seconden (Puck counted in his head), he retreated.
"Rachel. I think u really need to take a breath sometimes, u know? It's where u take in, um, carbon dioxide, then u let out oxygen--"
"It's the other way around."
"Well, whatever you're letting out, of letting in, u do know the meaning of it, right?" She nodded. "Good. Now, to answer the question, no. I thought she was kinda wacky, that's all."
"Oh. Good, that's-- that's good."
"Yeah, it is. seconde question?"
"Right. Well, to be honest Noah, this isn't a question, it's meer a-- a statement of fact."
"Let's hear it." She took in a deep breath. Good.
"About the car accident I was in-- I lied to you. I'm sorry."
"What--"
"No, let me finish. I zei it's wasn't traumatizing before, but quite truthfully, it was the scariest image of my life. It was literally for one second, and I hardly even comprehended what the heck that thing was that was coming at me, but just the noise, and the spleet, split seconde panic-- it was enough to make my brain think something along of the lines of 'I'm going to die'. It wasn't long enough for anything to sink in, but-- I can still see it, and I know I came off really really easy, but still. I'm not," she shivered, sticking her hands between her clenched knees. "I'm not going to be forgetting that any time soon." Her voice cracked on the last word, and Puck reacted instantly door encasing her small body in his arms. It wasn't some major breakdown of something-- she only shed a few tears, let loose a couple sobs. She got the front of his overhemd, shirt wet, and she kept apologizing, the dope. Eventually she stopped, and adjusted her position so her back leaned back into his chest.
"Thanks Berry."
"Don't mention it." Puck chuckled. "So. Party tonight." she looked at him, a sly smile playing at the corners of her lips. "What should I wear?"
"You're asking me for fashion advice? u must've really hit your-- no, actually you're very sane." Rachel laughed, and swinging her hair so he purposely got a mouthful of the sweet-smelling tangle, got up from the bed and walked over to her closet. Puck wasn't sure if he was actually much help-- all he did was score her out of ten in each outfit she presented herself in for about half an uur before she went and chose a completely different dress he had never seen her wear before. It was a dark purple, with small blue studs on a black ribbon tied above her waist, emitting a round, flowing skirt. When she came out wearing that, Puck gave out a low whistle.
"It's not too dressy, is it? I mean, I know it's just the club but it's casual enough. If I just wear it with flats, appartementen and don't do much with my hair... it's good, right?"
"Oh yeah." Puck told her. "It's good." She grinned at him before turning to the mirror.
"Not much makeup, hardly any... that's good. Should I do anything to my hair, of maybe a little something? Curl? Straighten? I don't have a straightener, never mind, scratch that. Maybe little braids..." Puck rolled his eyes.
"Rachel. No ones going to be paying attention to what u did with your hair." Wrong thing to say.
"Of course they will! Noah, this is Glee club. Santana? Mercedes? Kurt?"
"Good point." She ended up doing some tying back thingy with a braid in the back that Puck thought much to complex for something like hair, but he went with it. Besides, she looked totally hot.
"What about you?" she asked when she was finished preparing herself.
"What about me?"
"Is that what you're going to wear?" Puck was wearing a grey tank underneath an old green plaid shirt-- he had just thrown it on that morning, and to be honest when he did pay attention to it, he looked pretty rough and sexy.
"Yeah. Why?"
"No reason. Actually, the globaal, algemene effect is quite nice-- it's very Noah. Very stud." he laughed at her use of the word. "But--" Oh damn. "We don't look very couple-y."
"We have to look couple-y?"
"We don't have to, but I think it'd be-- nice." Shit. Her face was all screwed-up, as if she was trying not to cry. Why did this never phase him with other girls, but as soon as Rachel put on the baby face he was helpless to her will? He sighed quietly, under his breath.
"What do u have in mind?" Her face lit up immediately.
"Come with me." she told him excitedly, grabbing his hand and dragging him into her dads' room. She rustled into the back of their closet until she found what she was searching for, and her retracted, clutching a hanger that held a black vest. She thrust in his hand, then duif back in again for more. When she was finished Puck held a black vest, a white button-up, a purple tie, and black jeans.
"This is your dads' stuff?" he asked incredulously, examining the vest, which seemed way too hip to be part of either of her fathers' wardrobe.
"When they were younger, yes. Dad and daddy were quite current in their time. The trendiest of everyone in their homosexual support group, they tell me." Puck muffled his laughter. It was hard not to laugh at Rachel's dads, the two were just... laughable. "Their bathroom's right there." she did, indicating the door.
"Thanks." he changed quickly, and when he did look at himself in the mirror, he had to admit her dads did have nice taste. The sleeves were a little flouncy, but when he rolled them up they were decent. When he came out Rachel squealed with glee.
"You look fabulous," she exclaimed, grinning wildly at him. "I think we can leave now. What time is it?" Puck pulled out his cell phone, still feeling skeptical over the use of 'fabulous' being put to him.
"Three forty-four."
"Perfect. We can be a tad early." She grabbed Puck's hand and lead him from the room.
