Puck/Rachel drabble fill
I'm in the mood to write tonight, so this could potentially be the first of a few. ;)
Rachel tells Puck about her fathers bringing her water any time she was upset. Any time he sees her drinking water, he seriously thinks he's done something wrong and sets out to make it right.
He’s starting to realise he’ll never fuckin’ understand Rachel Berry as long as he lives. Legit. They’re in the middle of an all out fight, practically something straight out of Call of Duty, and she’s screaming and calling him names and if he wasn’t such a bad ass, they’d probably like, hurt his feelings, or whatever, and then next thing he knows, she’s crying and pausing her shrieking and bitching to ask him to pass her a glass of water.
What. The. Fuck.
He does it and she drinks and she’s actually a lot calmer by the time she’s done with her water and he’s done promising he’s deleting the photos off his phone. Apparently his argument that it wasn’t like they were of her wasn’t really a great argument to have. He’s not gonna ask her to go through that again though, ‘cause quite frankly, he hates it when she fuckin’ goes all insane and starts screaming at him, because her already insane word flow seems to get faster, and he’s awesome, but even he can’t keep up.
Tuning her out doesn’t do him any favours, either. She’s fond of telling him that, too, mid yell.
He asks her about the water thing once their fight is done and dusted and she’s checked and double checked and even triple checked that any photos of any girls he may have fucked at one time or another are long gone from his phone, and she tells him that her fathers used to give her water every time she was upset, to the point where she now feels thirsty every time she’s upset and wants to cry.
He knows his chick is crazy, okay? Don’t need to tell him twice. Sadly, this isn’t the craziest thing about her. There’s shit that her neighbours have filed lawsuits against her for, and some of that is really, really bat shit.
But then he pictures her crying desperately asking for a glass of water, and all he feels is guilty, burning deep in his gut.
--
A week later, she’s sitting in his car, and they’re driving out to get slushies after her ballet class. She’s silent for quite a while, and then she starts rummaging through her bag while he’s wondering what the fuck is going on. She pulls out a water bottle and starts chugging, and he thinks about what she told him last week, and all he can wonder is what the fuck he’s done wrong and how he can make it up to her.
He’s not the type to apologise profusely or any of that shit, but all he can think is he’s fucked up and he really wants to make it right.
“I’m sorry.” He says, and she looks at him like he’s completely psychotic.
“What for? What did you do?” She asks as if she has no idea at all.
“Whatever I did that is making you sad?” He’s so fucking confused. Legit, he’ll never understand why girls can’t just tell a guy while they’re all pissy and not putting out.
“Noah, I just did a two hour dance glass. I’m hot and tired and thirsty. Just because I’m drinking doesn’t mean I’m sad. You’re ridiculous sometimes!”
And he thinks they’re okay.
He stops trying to mentally back track about anything he may have said since she got in the car with him, and he kisses her hard once his car is parked in the car park of the 7/11.
--
In the middle of Glee Club practice, she’s watching everyone else perform and tapping her foot with impatience.
She chugs her water like a pro, and shit, watching her, he thinks they’d have crazy fun if she ever drank alcohol the same way.
He’s over at her side in a flash, pulling her into his side as he wraps his arms around her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Thought you might want a hug.” He says, feeling like a total pussy, as he rubs her back and tries not to meet any of the other guys’ gazes.
She rolls her eyes and huffs a little, pulling away. “Noah, if I wasn’t okay, I’d tell you.”
Except obviously that’s a total fucking lie, because she’s a chick, and he knows enough of them to know they never fucking tell you the truth when they’re upset.
But whatever. If she’s gonna lie about it, he’ll just hand her his water bottle and let her deal with it.
--
Rachel’s starting to regret ever mentioning to Puck that when she’s sad, she’s thirsty.
Honestly, while the protective, sweet side of him is hot for a while, he’s starting to drive her a little crazy with the fact that every time he sees her take so much of a sip of water he’s trying to placate her and make her feel better and she’s perfectly fine.
She hates he automatically assumes he’s screwed up, when really, he’s perfect and rarely wrongs her, except when they’re fighting, and then of course, he’s definitely in the wrong.
She loves that he cares about her and that he wants to fix anything that makes her sad or punch whoever made her sad, but she sort of misses the days when she could pick up a glass of water and not have it judged fifty million ways.
Santana tells her it’s fucking hilarious, watching him go sort of pale and sweaty as he tries to work out what he’s done wrong, what he’s said that could be taken the wrong way, and Santana’s not exactly wrong… except then Rachel just finds herself feeling a little guilty for making him so panicked.
So one night, she puts out her pinky finger and says she pinky swears that she’ll tell him any time he’s done something wrong he needs to apologise for or that upsets her.
He takes it, and knows as he shakes on it, and then kisses it ‘cause fuck, she’s his girl and he can, he knows he’s going to come to regret that promise when she starts bitching him out all the time loudly.
Then she kisses him as she adds, “if you ever see me drinking vodka or anything stronger, that’s when you know you’ve got real problems.”
He wouldn’t be surprised.
Rachel tells Puck about her fathers bringing her water any time she was upset. Any time he sees her drinking water, he seriously thinks he's done something wrong and sets out to make it right.
He’s starting to realise he’ll never fuckin’ understand Rachel Berry as long as he lives. Legit. They’re in the middle of an all out fight, practically something straight out of Call of Duty, and she’s screaming and calling him names and if he wasn’t such a bad ass, they’d probably like, hurt his feelings, or whatever, and then next thing he knows, she’s crying and pausing her shrieking and bitching to ask him to pass her a glass of water.
What. The. Fuck.
He does it and she drinks and she’s actually a lot calmer by the time she’s done with her water and he’s done promising he’s deleting the photos off his phone. Apparently his argument that it wasn’t like they were of her wasn’t really a great argument to have. He’s not gonna ask her to go through that again though, ‘cause quite frankly, he hates it when she fuckin’ goes all insane and starts screaming at him, because her already insane word flow seems to get faster, and he’s awesome, but even he can’t keep up.
Tuning her out doesn’t do him any favours, either. She’s fond of telling him that, too, mid yell.
He asks her about the water thing once their fight is done and dusted and she’s checked and double checked and even triple checked that any photos of any girls he may have fucked at one time or another are long gone from his phone, and she tells him that her fathers used to give her water every time she was upset, to the point where she now feels thirsty every time she’s upset and wants to cry.
He knows his chick is crazy, okay? Don’t need to tell him twice. Sadly, this isn’t the craziest thing about her. There’s shit that her neighbours have filed lawsuits against her for, and some of that is really, really bat shit.
But then he pictures her crying desperately asking for a glass of water, and all he feels is guilty, burning deep in his gut.
--
A week later, she’s sitting in his car, and they’re driving out to get slushies after her ballet class. She’s silent for quite a while, and then she starts rummaging through her bag while he’s wondering what the fuck is going on. She pulls out a water bottle and starts chugging, and he thinks about what she told him last week, and all he can wonder is what the fuck he’s done wrong and how he can make it up to her.
He’s not the type to apologise profusely or any of that shit, but all he can think is he’s fucked up and he really wants to make it right.
“I’m sorry.” He says, and she looks at him like he’s completely psychotic.
“What for? What did you do?” She asks as if she has no idea at all.
“Whatever I did that is making you sad?” He’s so fucking confused. Legit, he’ll never understand why girls can’t just tell a guy while they’re all pissy and not putting out.
“Noah, I just did a two hour dance glass. I’m hot and tired and thirsty. Just because I’m drinking doesn’t mean I’m sad. You’re ridiculous sometimes!”
And he thinks they’re okay.
He stops trying to mentally back track about anything he may have said since she got in the car with him, and he kisses her hard once his car is parked in the car park of the 7/11.
--
In the middle of Glee Club practice, she’s watching everyone else perform and tapping her foot with impatience.
She chugs her water like a pro, and shit, watching her, he thinks they’d have crazy fun if she ever drank alcohol the same way.
He’s over at her side in a flash, pulling her into his side as he wraps his arms around her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Thought you might want a hug.” He says, feeling like a total pussy, as he rubs her back and tries not to meet any of the other guys’ gazes.
She rolls her eyes and huffs a little, pulling away. “Noah, if I wasn’t okay, I’d tell you.”
Except obviously that’s a total fucking lie, because she’s a chick, and he knows enough of them to know they never fucking tell you the truth when they’re upset.
But whatever. If she’s gonna lie about it, he’ll just hand her his water bottle and let her deal with it.
--
Rachel’s starting to regret ever mentioning to Puck that when she’s sad, she’s thirsty.
Honestly, while the protective, sweet side of him is hot for a while, he’s starting to drive her a little crazy with the fact that every time he sees her take so much of a sip of water he’s trying to placate her and make her feel better and she’s perfectly fine.
She hates he automatically assumes he’s screwed up, when really, he’s perfect and rarely wrongs her, except when they’re fighting, and then of course, he’s definitely in the wrong.
She loves that he cares about her and that he wants to fix anything that makes her sad or punch whoever made her sad, but she sort of misses the days when she could pick up a glass of water and not have it judged fifty million ways.
Santana tells her it’s fucking hilarious, watching him go sort of pale and sweaty as he tries to work out what he’s done wrong, what he’s said that could be taken the wrong way, and Santana’s not exactly wrong… except then Rachel just finds herself feeling a little guilty for making him so panicked.
So one night, she puts out her pinky finger and says she pinky swears that she’ll tell him any time he’s done something wrong he needs to apologise for or that upsets her.
He takes it, and knows as he shakes on it, and then kisses it ‘cause fuck, she’s his girl and he can, he knows he’s going to come to regret that promise when she starts bitching him out all the time loudly.
Then she kisses him as she adds, “if you ever see me drinking vodka or anything stronger, that’s when you know you’ve got real problems.”
He wouldn’t be surprised.