Here We Go Again
So here’s the situation. He’s kind of been stalking Berry for the last few days and he’s given up trying to figure out why he’s constantly trying to spot her damn patterned socks in the hallways. He’d be lying if he said he hasn’t always tried to spot her, since you know, he used to slushie the girl back in the day. Puck’s a good guy now though, he tries to be cool and nice, and that started with her. He can’t go back on that now; he’s a man of his word if anything at all.
They’ve been back from summer break for a week and the conversations of who did what, and who did who over the last two months have somewhat quieted down now. He doesn’t really give a shit about the gossip, he just knows he didn’t get much tail and really just got acquainted with the JD he hid in the freezer in the basement. He’s smart now though, he just pours it in a different bottle so his mom won’t bust his ass, again. But damn, that woman is a fucking dog and will probably sniff that shit one of these days.
Anyway, so he’s in the hallway, and he spots her easily because she still looks like a freshmen. He’s not even scoping out the fresh meat this year, and he doesn’t stop to wonder why. Her back is to him and it’s all tense, and immediately he thinks that Ben-Israel douche is doing some nasty shit again and he feels his fist form.
But then he sees Q talking to Finn and he rolls his eyes because, what the fuck, he thought that shit was done and over with a year ago. He side steps across the hallway, trying to make as little sound as possible whilst trying to appear as cool as possible because yeah, just because he had a kid, doesn’t mean he isn’t a badass anymore. Rachel’s doing that thing with her shoes, where she rubs one against the other when she’s just not feeling the situation.
And he likes Rachel okay? Maybe he doesn’t like like her, because he’s been through a lot and she’s Finn’s girl now so he can’t go down that road (again). He just, feels something. Like a need to protect her or some lame Disney shit like that. Plus she’s one hell of a kisser, and a kiss or two, or okay a make-out session can’t really hurt anybody if they don’t know about it. Though fuck she has a big mouth, and shit his thoughts are wandering way too far. And like the ninja he is, he manages to hear the important part of Q and Finn’s conversation and tunes everything else out.
“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have feelings for you.”
“I think we should get back together.”
Cue Rachel running into the nearest girl’s bathroom, which happens to be right past him.
Well fuck, is this the return of the golden couple because he thinks he missed the memo. He’s partially thinking that there’s no way he’ll get action from Q now if she’s all wrapped up in Finn and ready to take him back. But he’s mostly thinking about the girl most likely crying in the bathroom, and he feels his chest clench. He hates tears, even more if he’s the one that caused them. He only likes to specialize in causing certain bodily functions thank you very much.
He walks in the washroom minutes later, and there’s another girl in there washing her hands and smirking at Rachel because apparently, people in this school have an affinity for taking pleasure in Rachel’s pain. He musters up his worst glare, and he’s pleased when she fucking high tails it out of there. Good. No sense in anyone hearing this shit.
She’s not crying, which is good, but she certainly doesn’t look happy either. He decides to play it cool because he knows girls hate it when you’re all up in their business. Or maybe they hate it when you don’t know jack. He has yet to figure that one out.
“What’s got your panties in a twist?” He leans up on the stall and she’s standing by the mirrors all quiet like, with her big ass brown eyes staring at him. He’s surprised she hasn’t said anything yet, but then he’s not really surprised at all. Rachel has this tendency to get real quiet when she’s upset. Well, except for that time she bitched Finn out in song, which was pretty awesome.
She’s got this scowl on her face now, and he steps forward with a smirk because her being angry (and hot) is better than anything else right now.
“I refuse to answer any inquiries involving my underwear, Noah.” He rolls his eyes. Her voice has that edge to it, that ‘I’m confident but I’m actually falling apart’ edge to it that he’s unfortunately familiar with now.
“No, what’s with the face? Somebody shave your kitten or something?” He doesn’t know where he comes up with things like that, call it his charming wit or whatever, but he figures it’s something she could be upset about. She’s a girl right?
“Obviously you know if you followed me in here.” He can see the edges of her mouth slipping upward but she refuses to smile. He hates that.
“Whatever. Finn’s my boy, but he’s a douche.” Rachel’s eyes go dark and he’s kind of freaked out because while it’s hot, she looks like she could turn into some ferocious like cat lady or something. God, he can’t wait until Halloween. He’ll totally convince her to, okay he’s wandering again.
“He’s not.” She says, and she sounds exactly like she did on the bleachers that day last year, where her voice is all fuckin’ like, melancholy and shit. She taught him that word, no lie.
“He is!” Puck sighs heavily, “Man, I’d be pissed that he’s all over Q, but you know what I think?” It’s a weird time to be thinking of that stupid Mean Girls flick, (but it was actually pretty awesome and you tell anyone and you die) but he feels like he’s going through that word vomit shit.
“I don’t think I want to know what you’re thinking about.” Her quick response doesn’t deter him either.
“I think we should join forces, again. Shit would be awesome and you know it.” He doesn’t fucking know why he said that, because he knows better than to stir shit up again. Plus that line totally failed with Mama Jones. But looking at her now with her fuckin’ sexy bangs and amazing legs under that skirt? He thinks it’s not a bad idea. Plus you know, she’s the only girl who he thinks is kind of a badass. She’s like, really smart too. Stupid when it comes to Finn obviously, but smart with everything else. And damn, she’s nice. He could be having sugar cookies every day for god sake.
The smile is beginning to bloom on her face, and he feels his ego puff up. Fuck yeah.
“Because that worked out so well the last time, Puckerman.” She’s teasing him, and she knows it. He knows that face. Why does he know this girl so well?
“Only because you ended it. Now, are you gonna settle for the jizzing giant who I’m sure couldn’t keep up with you all summer,” He pauses, and he can tell she’s deciding whether to bitch him out or walk out. Interestingly, the smile doesn’t leave her face.
“Or are we going to go to your house tonight for some quality playtime?” He puts on one of his best voices that he’s sure have gotten girls ready for him. And if you don’t know what context he’s using ‘ready’ in, get the fuck out. But then she surprises him, again.
“Really Noah, I think your tactics are average at best.” She’s grinning, and fuck, she’s gotta stop doing that thing where she completely shuts him down without even thinking. Girl thinks she’s met her match, but fuck if he’s ever going to let that go down.
“Wait ‘til you see my A-game babe, that was nothin’.” He smirks and she just raises her eyebrow. Fuck, that is so hot.
“We’ll just see about that.” She turns, her hair flailing, the ends hitting his chest as she storms out of the bathroom, her stride all confident like.
He should be happy that Rachel seems to be back to her normal self, and maybe he should stop it there. But man, he really doesn’t want to and he doesn’t know if he can.