fic-a-wha?

[crystalkei]

Title: How to Date an International Super Star (and Still Be a Bad Ass)
Chapter: 2/?
Warning: R, Because not even Orbit can clean up Puck's dirty mouth.
Character: Puck/Rachel
Summary: 10 years in the future Puck and Rachel are stuck in first class together. Is there still a spark?
Word Count: 4,772
Beta: saavira, thank you!
Disclaimer: Obviously

Comments

[onceuponapillow]

Loved her bugging him while he was trying to sleep, and I especially love the ultimatum he finally gives her.

The phone call with Kurt was especially amusing, him being a gossip columnist is perfect. Loved all Kurt's ridiculous reasons that Puck should avoid her.

The flashback was cute. Loved his anger that she didn't get the fact that him making breakfast implied they were more than a one night stand.

Him getting slowly sucked back into her world is great. Him getting her coffee and donuts and being easily talked into going with her was adorable, as was his attempts at being reluctant. For a guy who says he doesn't want anything to do with her, he is having an awful lot to do with her.

“Have you been abducted by aliens? Or Jehovah’s Witnesses?” <---Hehe, just pictured my G-ma (Who is not an alien...I think) taking her hostage. Rachel would really learn the meaning of fear after that.

Loved the Veronica Mars reference!

Their conversation before he gets in the van was very cute. Loved their banter.

Puck sticking up for her with Nathan was very nice, and him telling her to fire him, and how he missed watching her fire people was too perfect.

Can't wait for more.

[crystalkei]

I'm waiting for some Efron fangirl to whine that he's not gay. I enjoyed myself a little too much on those.

That flashback continues later in the story and we get to talk about the french toast more!

There's more Veronica Mars stuff later. ;) It's on Fox Japan all the time so I have this idea that Puck ends up watching it in the middle of the night.

And I'm such a sucker for Puck defending her honor, even when he claims to not like her.