in the stacks - drabble
Glee. 822 words. Puck and Rachel, established relationship. THIS IS PURE FLUFF (SURPRISE SURPRISE.) I blame it all on unnecessarily long (AND AWESOME) conversations with une_fille, and unequivocally's utter existence.
In the Stacks
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When her backpack buzzes for the twelfth time in two minutes, she slams her textbook shut, pulls her cell phone out and snaps it open in a huff.
“What do you want?” She’s angry and exasperated and doesn’t have time for this because she has two exams and a ballet performance tomorrow, but he’s like a horsefly that keeps buzzing in your face no matter how many times you swat it away.
“B-Sizzle. You and me behind the bleachers in ten. Leave your skirt, you won’t need it.”
Her eyes narrow and her jaw clenches as she leans forward in her cubicle.
“When someone doesn’t pick up their phone, it typically means they don’t want to talk to you.”
“Berry, you can’t lie for shit, so stop trying.”
“Hanging up now.”
-
Ten minutes later, there’s a big commotion in the common area and she can hear it even through the supposedly soundproof double doors separating her silent academic fortress from the rest of the library. She thinks about getting up and seeing for herself what all the fuss is about, but she has exactly 77 minutes until Glee and 120 math problems to do, so instead she takes a deep breath and focuses on the formulas in front of her.
“Why do you people find this so hard to believe? I actually read books and shit, okay? I ain’t no one-trick pony. And you know what? I do my homework too, so suck it.”
She bangs her head against her desk, because honest to God, that voice is the bane of her existence.
“Later bitches, I’m gonna go get my learning on in this back area place with all that...Stuff...”
She drags her eyes up from her page as the door swings shut and his heavy footfalls make their way down the hall.
“Shit man, it’s like I just fell down the rabbit hole,” he’s talking to himself in a sort of hushed reverence as he looks around, treading slowly through uncharted territory. “This place is like the fucking Matrix.” He passes by a poster with a message printed in bold red letters (SILENCE IS GOLDEN) and without giving it a single glance, he hooks a left.
“Yo Queen B. Where you at?” She ducks her head down and holds her breath. She’s in the back of the room, after all, maybe he won't find her and will just go back to harassing the Varsity soccer team before their big game. She closes her eyes and scrunches her face, determined to make this hideous excuse of a boy disappear.
“I KNOW KUNG FU.”
His voice rumbles against her ear and she shrieks, nearly jumping out of her chair. She spins around and punches him in the shoulder and he clutches his sides, laughing hysterically. She keeps throwing punches, her face beet red, so he takes her tiny fists in his hands and grins down at her salaciously.
“You realize this is a library, right?" She chastises him in a low whisper and he just rolls his eyes. "These things around us are books. And since reading can be hard for you, those signs say no talking.”
“Thanks for the heads up, Granny-Panties," he crosses his arms over his chest, not bothering to lower his voice at all, "but I actually know how to read, I just choose not to.”
“And lemme guess, you also know how to be quiet, but you just choose not to?”
“Bingo.”
-
“C’mon, just ten minutes.”
“Other people will hear-”
“Babe, you’re the only one back here.”
“Noah, I don’t think you realize exactly how much work I have to-”
“I’ll recharge your batteries. Rev your geometry engines.”
“What if someone catches us-”
“We’ll invite them to join in.”
“You’re such a pig.”
She laughs and he knows he’s in.
-
He tries to slow her down but she’s mumbling things about complementary angles and pirouettes and in any other situation he’d think she’d lost it but her voice is all low and throaty and he’s basically having sex with her against volumes of Keats and Wordsworth.
Bards of Passion and of Mirth, Ye have left your souls on earth!
-
When she hears the door swing open again, she pushes him away with a gasp. His head is a daze, her skirt is bunched around her thighs, and in one swift move, she throws her sweater on (it doesn’t matter that it’s inside out and backwards, at least it’s on) and lunges towards her seat. He turns to the books on the shelves, trying his best to ignore his jeans’ sudden tightness.
When Mrs. Sullivan quietly rolls her cart of books away, he feels Rachel’s arms snake around his waist. He turns and takes her head in his hands, grinning like the smug bastard he is.
Turns out books weren’t a complete waste of trees after all.
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In the Stacks
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When her backpack buzzes for the twelfth time in two minutes, she slams her textbook shut, pulls her cell phone out and snaps it open in a huff.
“What do you want?” She’s angry and exasperated and doesn’t have time for this because she has two exams and a ballet performance tomorrow, but he’s like a horsefly that keeps buzzing in your face no matter how many times you swat it away.
“B-Sizzle. You and me behind the bleachers in ten. Leave your skirt, you won’t need it.”
Her eyes narrow and her jaw clenches as she leans forward in her cubicle.
“When someone doesn’t pick up their phone, it typically means they don’t want to talk to you.”
“Berry, you can’t lie for shit, so stop trying.”
“Hanging up now.”
-
Ten minutes later, there’s a big commotion in the common area and she can hear it even through the supposedly soundproof double doors separating her silent academic fortress from the rest of the library. She thinks about getting up and seeing for herself what all the fuss is about, but she has exactly 77 minutes until Glee and 120 math problems to do, so instead she takes a deep breath and focuses on the formulas in front of her.
“Why do you people find this so hard to believe? I actually read books and shit, okay? I ain’t no one-trick pony. And you know what? I do my homework too, so suck it.”
She bangs her head against her desk, because honest to God, that voice is the bane of her existence.
“Later bitches, I’m gonna go get my learning on in this back area place with all that...Stuff...”
She drags her eyes up from her page as the door swings shut and his heavy footfalls make their way down the hall.
“Shit man, it’s like I just fell down the rabbit hole,” he’s talking to himself in a sort of hushed reverence as he looks around, treading slowly through uncharted territory. “This place is like the fucking Matrix.” He passes by a poster with a message printed in bold red letters (SILENCE IS GOLDEN) and without giving it a single glance, he hooks a left.
“Yo Queen B. Where you at?” She ducks her head down and holds her breath. She’s in the back of the room, after all, maybe he won't find her and will just go back to harassing the Varsity soccer team before their big game. She closes her eyes and scrunches her face, determined to make this hideous excuse of a boy disappear.
“I KNOW KUNG FU.”
His voice rumbles against her ear and she shrieks, nearly jumping out of her chair. She spins around and punches him in the shoulder and he clutches his sides, laughing hysterically. She keeps throwing punches, her face beet red, so he takes her tiny fists in his hands and grins down at her salaciously.
“You realize this is a library, right?" She chastises him in a low whisper and he just rolls his eyes. "These things around us are books. And since reading can be hard for you, those signs say no talking.”
“Thanks for the heads up, Granny-Panties," he crosses his arms over his chest, not bothering to lower his voice at all, "but I actually know how to read, I just choose not to.”
“And lemme guess, you also know how to be quiet, but you just choose not to?”
“Bingo.”
-
“C’mon, just ten minutes.”
“Other people will hear-”
“Babe, you’re the only one back here.”
“Noah, I don’t think you realize exactly how much work I have to-”
“I’ll recharge your batteries. Rev your geometry engines.”
“What if someone catches us-”
“We’ll invite them to join in.”
“You’re such a pig.”
She laughs and he knows he’s in.
-
He tries to slow her down but she’s mumbling things about complementary angles and pirouettes and in any other situation he’d think she’d lost it but her voice is all low and throaty and he’s basically having sex with her against volumes of Keats and Wordsworth.
Bards of Passion and of Mirth, Ye have left your souls on earth!
-
When she hears the door swing open again, she pushes him away with a gasp. His head is a daze, her skirt is bunched around her thighs, and in one swift move, she throws her sweater on (it doesn’t matter that it’s inside out and backwards, at least it’s on) and lunges towards her seat. He turns to the books on the shelves, trying his best to ignore his jeans’ sudden tightness.
When Mrs. Sullivan quietly rolls her cart of books away, he feels Rachel’s arms snake around his waist. He turns and takes her head in his hands, grinning like the smug bastard he is.
Turns out books weren’t a complete waste of trees after all.
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