6 times Puck realizes Rachel Berry has him wrapped around her little finger (and sorta doesn't mind)

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Glee. 6,590 Words. Puck/Rachel. Five Six times Puck realizes Rachel Berry has him wrapped around her little finger (and he sorta doesn't mind). Prompt compliments of mstatertot and eternal thanks to hariboo_smirks and une_fille for basically existing. Title nicked from Jens Lekman. (Why am I so unoriginal?)

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When I Said I Wanted to be Your Dog

when i said i wanted to be

Comments

[fuzzy_paint]

okay so, coherency? Probably not happening here. ZOMG, seriously I don't even know what to say because just AWESOME. So in no order of AMAZINGNESS:

“Dude, where’s the Ambiguously Gay Duo?" - That? I DIED. Mostly because I was like, Puck, there's nothing ambiguous about it but omg.

I wanted a party and I said no because who would ever come to Rachel Berry’s Sweet Sixteen?” She looks down and laughs sadly. “But now…Now there is someone.” - OH, RACHEL.

(Puck laughs when he sees two beds) - Yeah, I'd laugh too. Like that's going to stop them.

The scene in the hammock was just SO. MUCH. LOVE.

And like everyone else said, the AI audition was for the win.

...and I'm going to go hide in a corner now and be appropriately in AWE. Because, just AWE.

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HA, it's all good, I spend 90% of my life in flailing state of incoherency, SO I KNOW EXACTLY WHERE YOU'RE COMING FROM.

That? I DIED. Mostly because I was like, Puck, there's nothing ambiguous about it but omg.
LOL, not gonna lie, that was one of my favorite lines. You get the reference, right? From the animated skits they had on SNL back in the late 90s/early 00s? Possibly before Puck's time, but whatever, he was totally watching SNL when he was ten.

Ahh, this comment was so sweet; thanks so much for taking the time to read and review! I can't say this enough: THIS FIC = SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE. And the fact that you seem to have loved it as much as I loved writing it makes me that much happier.

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Oh, I totally got the reference, and now I'm thinking Rachel's parents are secretly the AGD (except, you know, interracial and omg, plot bunny)

It seemed like you had a lot of fun writing it, which is probably why it's so AWESOME.

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Okay cool haha, ignore my obnoxious attempt to ~educate~ then. but LOL I know, v. big difference between ambiguously gay and just straight up gay, Puckerman. The boy cracks my shit up more than I should probably admit to in public.

except, you know, interracial
OMG, wait, can we please discuss how FUCKING HILARIOUS IT IS that Rachel's dads are a happily married, interracial gay couple of card-carrying members of the ACLU who RAISED THIS DELIGHTFUL MESS OF A GIRL? Like, IDEK everything about them cracks me up/fills me with joy, especially since they're absoltely, 150% normal and not at all Rachel-like in my head. Just two dudes who work 9 to 5 and have business trips and are really intensely protective of their teenage daughter, especially when it comes to boys whose names rhyme with fuck and are clearly BAD FUCKING NEWS. Oh, the fathers Berry...I need to feature them more prominently in future fic.

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since they're absoltely, 150% normal and not at all Rachel-like...just two dudes who work 9 to 5 and have business trips

Please let this be true. PLEASE SHOW, PLEASE.

I can just see the Gleeks freaking out because they have to meet Rachel's parents, and they're like OH NOES, it's like tripleberry pie but CRAZY!!! and then realize that no, it's just Rachel that's got the CRAZY and wonder WTF they blame her mother

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Yo, the more I think about it the more perfect this is! Especially with the Idina Menzel biological mommy speculation floating around! I know at this point that's born simply from their resemblance to each other BUT STILL. If her dads didn't really care about all this stardom stuff and just supported her because she's their ~baby~ and she really inherited her love for all things musical theater and fame from her mom, that would kill me. Can you imagine, her just like popping out of the womb belting out Les Mis...OMG, BRB DYING AT THE THOUGHT.