Karma's a B*tch
Title: Karma's a Bitch
Author: inspire16
Show: Glee
Characters/Pairing: Puckleberry, Sarah Berry-Puckerman
Challenge: None
Rating: T
Word Count: 906
Noah Puckerman was furious. No, that wasn't right. No, he was livid (blame his wife for making as verbose as she was). How dare they, the little pieces of shits use HIS prank against his own daughter! There were rules! There were standards! You just didn't slush a Puckerman. Even his own sister had never been slushed during her high school career, and she was in Glee club AND in band. She really deserved to be slushed, but the pricks at WMHS knew then that Puckermans were never to be doused in the corn syrup. There had been that one time when he first dated Rachel, but that didn't really count. The dumbass that slushed him had been confused, apparently thinking he was higher on the high school food chain than he was.
Noah Puckerman invented the slushie prank. It was a rule that you just don't use that against the creator. The dude that invented the atomic wedgie never got a wedgie himself. The chick that made up the bitch slap was never slapped herself. It was just a high school rule; one that applied to their offspring.
This is why Puck didn't understand how his wife could be so blasé about his daughter, Sarah Raine, was being slushed. (Rachel had let Finn choose the names. Really as long as she wasn't named Drizzle he wouldn't complain. Apparently it meant princess and queen in Hebrew and French respectively. Again blame the words on Rachel.)
"Honestly Noah, it isn't that bad. She's stronger than those idiots and she knows that high school only lasts four years," she was said after washing Sarah's clothes.
"But this is even more than just slushing her because she's crazy about music like you. This is about the rules! You just don't use a prank against the prankster that created it!" Puck argued.
"The guys know who you are dad. They know that you used to slush mom. I mean who doesn't know mom around here?" Sarah said as she lean on the door jamb. Sarah had a towel in her hands as she hand dried her hair. "Peter even has a ridiculous hair cut like you had. Not a Mohawk, but a mullet. I don't really care what he thinks. Anyone who thinks that a mullet is cool doesn't have a valid opinion, no matter how well they pull off the look."
"Don't worry sweetheart, your dad will teach you to deal with the prick. I've been dying to teach you how to fight for years."
"You don't need to impart her with lessons on violence Noah," Rachel admonished.
"But then how will she get even!" Noah protested. There was no way he was just going to let this go.
"Yeah mom, how will I get even," Sarah said sarcastically mimicking her father, a trait she had inherited from her father.
"You don't have to get even," Rachel said simply as she passed the two.
"Really?" Both Puck and Sarah asked, one more indignant than the other.
"Just do what I did sweetie," Rachel said.
"Babe, no offense, but you did nothing. You never really stopped anyone from slushing you," Puck said. He hated bringing Rachel's own high school experience because it was horrible compared to his, barring any Babygates.
"Maybe, but I got the ultimate revenge," Rachel said smirking the Puckerman smirk.
"But you didn't do anything mom," Sarah replied, dubious of her mother's advice. Her father's offer for lessons was becoming more appealing.
"Oh no I got the best revenge. I married my bully. Now I get to make him do my bidding for the rest of his life. The best part is he is willing doing my bidding," Rachel as she wrapped an arm around Noah's waist kissing his cheek.
"So...you want me to marry Peter?" Sarah asked raising an eyebrow.
"NO! I already told you aren't allowed to get married," Puck immediately exclaimed.
"So date him?"
"I also said you aren't allowed to date until you're married," Puck said triumphantly, thinking he had created a fool proof plan to stop his little princess from ever growing up.
"Right dad," Sarah said walking away.
"You do realize she'll probably be dating him soon?" Rachel said. "If our experience is anything like theirs, they'll be together in six months the latest."
"Yeah, and if there's any kind of good in the world, they'll break up just like we did," Noah said turning to hug his wife looking down at her.
"And they'll just get together again in six months."
"Yes, but I'll have killed him by then, so there's nothing to worry about," Noah said smirking. Rachel just laughed at her husband's antics.
"I have only one thing to say to you Noah Puckerman," Rachel said. Noah raised an eyebrow waiting. "Karma's a bitch. This is just the universe's way of getting back at you for slushing me, you know along with being my badass love slave."
"Babe!" Noah groaned. "You know what it does to me when you swear."
"Like I said, you're just my willing love slave. Now come on, you need to do my bidding," Rachel said making a come hither motion.
"That better not be a metaphor," Puck said picking his tiny wife up and carrying her up to their bedroom.
"But metaphors are important!" Rachel laughed. Karma definitely wasn't a bitch if it had given her Noah and his wonderful, sorry, badass guns.
Author: inspire16
Show: Glee
Characters/Pairing: Puckleberry, Sarah Berry-Puckerman
Challenge: None
Rating: T
Word Count: 906
Noah Puckerman was furious. No, that wasn't right. No, he was livid (blame his wife for making as verbose as she was). How dare they, the little pieces of shits use HIS prank against his own daughter! There were rules! There were standards! You just didn't slush a Puckerman. Even his own sister had never been slushed during her high school career, and she was in Glee club AND in band. She really deserved to be slushed, but the pricks at WMHS knew then that Puckermans were never to be doused in the corn syrup. There had been that one time when he first dated Rachel, but that didn't really count. The dumbass that slushed him had been confused, apparently thinking he was higher on the high school food chain than he was.
Noah Puckerman invented the slushie prank. It was a rule that you just don't use that against the creator. The dude that invented the atomic wedgie never got a wedgie himself. The chick that made up the bitch slap was never slapped herself. It was just a high school rule; one that applied to their offspring.
This is why Puck didn't understand how his wife could be so blasé about his daughter, Sarah Raine, was being slushed. (Rachel had let Finn choose the names. Really as long as she wasn't named Drizzle he wouldn't complain. Apparently it meant princess and queen in Hebrew and French respectively. Again blame the words on Rachel.)
"Honestly Noah, it isn't that bad. She's stronger than those idiots and she knows that high school only lasts four years," she was said after washing Sarah's clothes.
"But this is even more than just slushing her because she's crazy about music like you. This is about the rules! You just don't use a prank against the prankster that created it!" Puck argued.
"The guys know who you are dad. They know that you used to slush mom. I mean who doesn't know mom around here?" Sarah said as she lean on the door jamb. Sarah had a towel in her hands as she hand dried her hair. "Peter even has a ridiculous hair cut like you had. Not a Mohawk, but a mullet. I don't really care what he thinks. Anyone who thinks that a mullet is cool doesn't have a valid opinion, no matter how well they pull off the look."
"Don't worry sweetheart, your dad will teach you to deal with the prick. I've been dying to teach you how to fight for years."
"You don't need to impart her with lessons on violence Noah," Rachel admonished.
"But then how will she get even!" Noah protested. There was no way he was just going to let this go.
"Yeah mom, how will I get even," Sarah said sarcastically mimicking her father, a trait she had inherited from her father.
"You don't have to get even," Rachel said simply as she passed the two.
"Really?" Both Puck and Sarah asked, one more indignant than the other.
"Just do what I did sweetie," Rachel said.
"Babe, no offense, but you did nothing. You never really stopped anyone from slushing you," Puck said. He hated bringing Rachel's own high school experience because it was horrible compared to his, barring any Babygates.
"Maybe, but I got the ultimate revenge," Rachel said smirking the Puckerman smirk.
"But you didn't do anything mom," Sarah replied, dubious of her mother's advice. Her father's offer for lessons was becoming more appealing.
"Oh no I got the best revenge. I married my bully. Now I get to make him do my bidding for the rest of his life. The best part is he is willing doing my bidding," Rachel as she wrapped an arm around Noah's waist kissing his cheek.
"So...you want me to marry Peter?" Sarah asked raising an eyebrow.
"NO! I already told you aren't allowed to get married," Puck immediately exclaimed.
"So date him?"
"I also said you aren't allowed to date until you're married," Puck said triumphantly, thinking he had created a fool proof plan to stop his little princess from ever growing up.
"Right dad," Sarah said walking away.
"You do realize she'll probably be dating him soon?" Rachel said. "If our experience is anything like theirs, they'll be together in six months the latest."
"Yeah, and if there's any kind of good in the world, they'll break up just like we did," Noah said turning to hug his wife looking down at her.
"And they'll just get together again in six months."
"Yes, but I'll have killed him by then, so there's nothing to worry about," Noah said smirking. Rachel just laughed at her husband's antics.
"I have only one thing to say to you Noah Puckerman," Rachel said. Noah raised an eyebrow waiting. "Karma's a bitch. This is just the universe's way of getting back at you for slushing me, you know along with being my badass love slave."
"Babe!" Noah groaned. "You know what it does to me when you swear."
"Like I said, you're just my willing love slave. Now come on, you need to do my bidding," Rachel said making a come hither motion.
"That better not be a metaphor," Puck said picking his tiny wife up and carrying her up to their bedroom.
"But metaphors are important!" Rachel laughed. Karma definitely wasn't a bitch if it had given her Noah and his wonderful, sorry, badass guns.