Letters to Lost Lovers Puck/Rachel Part One
Title: Letters to Lost Lovers
Category: Glee
Genre: Romance
Ship: Rachel/Puck
Rating: M
Warning(s): Language/Situations
Word Count: 390
Summary: After a breakup, Rachel and Puck begin exchanging letters.
Author's Note: Hello, and welcome to my first mulit-chapter Puckleberry fic! I know I said I would do that Epic fic, but it turns out its a bit harder than expected to apply old norse legends/comic books to modern day high schoolers, who knew? But I'm working on it, lol! Anyways, while this is a short chapter, it's just an intro, the next ones will be longer, the story won't be entirely in letter format. Puck's reply is a song, I would suggest listening to it, it explains his feelings to Rachel at this point. This fic was inspired by Megan McCafferty's Charmed Thirds. Just inspired, this plot is nothing at all like the book, I just liked the letter writing theme.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any characters there within.
Dear Noah;
Finn tells me that you want to be called Puck again, that all of your west coast friends are calling you that now. I have to say I’m a little surprised, I thought you wanted a fresh start, a new beginning, so I’m curious as to why you wish to once more be referred to by your ‘bad ass’ nickname of your youth. I hope you will tell me one day. If we’re speaking at that time.
I know you’re probably wondering at this point why I’m writing you now. Or at all really, after everything that happened between you and I. I’m kind of wondering that as well. It’s 2 am as I write this, and I should be sleeping, preparing for my rehearsal that starts at 6, but I’m not. I’m writing to you.
It’s curious, truly it is, that I would be writing to you at all, after all I’ve tried my best not to even think about you. But don’t be offended, Noah! It’s truly the only way I could survive… if I just focused on my career, and my friends, and forgot about us…. I digress. I found myself inexplicably thinking about you all evening, and even sat down at my computer to write you an email, but then I stopped.
I was drawn to write a letter to you, not call you, text you, or ‘shoot’ you an email. I had to write the letter.
I love letters, I bet you didn’t know that did you Noah? But I do. I think that they are so much more personal than any form of communication, even phone calls. In letters, all of our mistakes are laid out to bare, from the way we go slightly beneath the lines, or where we cross out some words. Just like in life, words in letters can never be truly erased.
Again, I digress, and I can almost hear you saying ‘Get to the fucking point Berry!’ and while I am appalled at the language you used, it always use to set me back on my intended track. Which is to tell you that though you might be wondering why I’m writing you after two years, I simply do not have an answer. Just that I am.
Most sincerely,
Rachel Barbra Berry
Rachel
Alkaline Trio- Radio
Puck
Part Two