So maybe it's not a castle. But it Counts.
Title: So Maybe its not a castle. But it counts.
Author: sadiesayswhat
Pairing: Puck/Rachel
Summary: Puck refuses to give up. Prompt from the puckrachel drabble meme
"COOPER: I’m not going anywhere. You wanna sleep with some guy to hurt me? To make me back off? Too bad. I’m here. I’m storming the freaking castle for you and you so underestimated me. What? You thought I was so weak that I’m gonna walk away because my pride got wounded? You are mine. And I’m not walking away because you’re scared.
-Private Practice"
She could see the vein in his head pulsing, the muscles in his jaw working overtime to keep from saying anything. This wasn't how she'd wanted him to find out. Rachel could say that she'd never wanted him to find out but that would be an outright lie. There would have been no point in sleeping with her costar if Noah never found out. Maybe it was juvenile but she didn't feel very mature when she was huddled in Santana's bed crying and eating ice cream after a rumour had gone around that he'd slept with some cheerleader. They were supposed to be past this, better than this. They were practically adults for goodness sake. She'd wanted him to feel what she felt. She knew it would probably mean his never speaking to her again but really, they weren't exactly talking now. And Patrick had been there, from day one, wanting to date her, to sleep with her, to hold her hand-anything. He'd been the perfect choice. He'd been nothing compared to Noah of course but that was beside the point.
If only he hadn't walked in while Santana was berating her for it. Telling her she was an idiot. And really, where did her best friend get off telling her that she was an idiot for getting back at the boy who'd broken her heart. (It was also beside the point that Santana had been Noah's friend first, Rachel had decided that a long time ago.)He turned and walked out of their dorm room again so quickly she'd blinked her eyes and wondered if he was really there at all. Santana had seen him however and used it as a springboard, only she'd stopped yelling.
“He didn't sleep with her Berry. The chick was trying to solidify her skank rep and heard that Puckerman used to be the big man on campus. Before he met you.” Rachel slapped a hand over her mouth “You really think Puckerman would be crazy enough to sleep with a bitch on my squad and think I wouldn't find out? He may be an idiot Rachel but he doesn't have a death wish.”
“It just....it made sense. It's not like he has a perfect track record Santana.”
The latina rolled her eyes and planted her hands on her hips.
“Honestly Rachel. Why were you even in the relationship if you didn't trust the guy?”
Rachel suddenly felt about as big as a thumbtack and shrunk into her covers as Santana gave up and stormed out of the room, telling her she'd be down the hall in Brittany's room if she decided to surface. Rachel felt worse than she'd ever felt. Worse than when she'd kissed Noah to make Finn jealous. How did she keep making this mistake? She didn't want to see anyone, which is why she ignored her cellphone and the constant knocks at the door. She finally yelled at whoever it was to leave her the hell alone and sunk down as far as she possibly could without burrowing into the mattress. She must have fallen asleep, because she had to be dreaming that someone was coming through her window. Right? Only she knew she wasn't asleep and this was New York and what the hell had she been thinking leaving her window open at night? She jumped up and screamed at the top of her Barbara strength lungs, tossing her giant anatomy book at the person climbing through her window , who promptly fell into a heap. before she clambered towards the door.
“Fuck Berry. Ow.” said the heap on the floor.
“Noah?”
“Who the fuck else did you think it was?” came the pissed off reply. Rachel froze for a moment before pelting him with whatever was close at hand.
“What. Do. You. Think. You. Are. Doing. Noah. Puckerman! Climbing in my window in the middle of the night, I thought you were a pervert or thief! Are you completely insane or just reliving your juvenile delinquent history!” He crossed the room in two strides and grabbed her wrists in an attempt to stop anything else from flying at his head.
“I only caught about two words of that Berry but the gist of it is, if you had answered your fucking phone or come to the door I wouldn't have had to shimmy up what looked like a shaky ass drainpipe from the 30's to get to your window.”
Her breath was coming in pants and the look on her face was somewhere between regret and anger. Of course he couldn't say for sure that she wasn't just mirroring his expression. He dropped her wrists and took a step back.
“Why are you here Noah?” Was she kidding with this shit? Why was he here? Maybe to salvage the relationship he'd been busting his ass to stay in since their senior year of high school?
“You've got to be kidding me. You know why I'm here.”
She pushed past him and sat on her bed, feet dangling over the side because of the risers she'd placed underneath for more space.
“I know that you heard what Santana said, you know what I've done. And I know that what I thought I was retaliating for, in fact never happened. So I'll ask you again Noah. Why are you here? When I cheated on Finn with you in-”
“Are you fucking kidding me with this shit Rachel? Are you ever going to stop comparing me to Finn? Are you ever going to get it through your thick fucking head that I'm not him?” he wanted to be angry with himself for yelling but he'd done what so many others had failed to do. He'd stunned Rachel Berry into silence. She gawked at him and he crouched in front of her ticking off fingers as he went.
“I quit fucking football for you. Finn wouldn't. I drove to a goddamn Christmas tree lot when Finn fucking left you there. I moved across the goddamn country for you. Rachel, I went to goddamn math class for you.” Her eyes widened in that way they did when he really surprised her. Well damn if he wasn't going to surprise her even more.
“I am ten times the man Finn fucking Hudson is Rachel. You made me believe that. I am not a stupid kid who throws a tantrum every time something doesn't go my way. I’m not going anywhere. You wanna sleep with some guy to hurt me? To make me back off? Too bad. I’m here. I’m storming the freaking castle for you and you so underestimated me. What? You thought I was so weak that I’m gonna walk away because my pride got wounded? You are mine. And I’m not walking away because you’re scared.”
Goddamn she must really be rubbing off on him because he'd barely breathed in between sentences on that one. So he took a deep breath because damn that shit felt good and looked at her. She was just staring at him. Staring at the fingers he'd ticked off and it was like the day he'd explained football to her. He could see the stupid little light-bulb going off in her brain. And she leaned forward and kissed him breathless, pulling back to look at him, his face still between her tiny hands.
“I'm yours?”
He gave her an exhausted smile and nodded.
“Well shit Berry, of course you are. I waited for you for two years, you think I'm gonna give up that easily?”
She bit her lip and shook her head.
“I should have known Noah. You never do anything the easy way.”
“The easy was just isn't as fun. 'Sides. Now we know I can get into your room through the window.”
He gave her a cheeky smile and she just shook her head and pulled him into bed with her. He was going to prove to her just how much she belonged to him.
Author: sadiesayswhat
Pairing: Puck/Rachel
Summary: Puck refuses to give up. Prompt from the puckrachel drabble meme
"COOPER: I’m not going anywhere. You wanna sleep with some guy to hurt me? To make me back off? Too bad. I’m here. I’m storming the freaking castle for you and you so underestimated me. What? You thought I was so weak that I’m gonna walk away because my pride got wounded? You are mine. And I’m not walking away because you’re scared.
-Private Practice"
She could see the vein in his head pulsing, the muscles in his jaw working overtime to keep from saying anything. This wasn't how she'd wanted him to find out. Rachel could say that she'd never wanted him to find out but that would be an outright lie. There would have been no point in sleeping with her costar if Noah never found out. Maybe it was juvenile but she didn't feel very mature when she was huddled in Santana's bed crying and eating ice cream after a rumour had gone around that he'd slept with some cheerleader. They were supposed to be past this, better than this. They were practically adults for goodness sake. She'd wanted him to feel what she felt. She knew it would probably mean his never speaking to her again but really, they weren't exactly talking now. And Patrick had been there, from day one, wanting to date her, to sleep with her, to hold her hand-anything. He'd been the perfect choice. He'd been nothing compared to Noah of course but that was beside the point.
If only he hadn't walked in while Santana was berating her for it. Telling her she was an idiot. And really, where did her best friend get off telling her that she was an idiot for getting back at the boy who'd broken her heart. (It was also beside the point that Santana had been Noah's friend first, Rachel had decided that a long time ago.)He turned and walked out of their dorm room again so quickly she'd blinked her eyes and wondered if he was really there at all. Santana had seen him however and used it as a springboard, only she'd stopped yelling.
“He didn't sleep with her Berry. The chick was trying to solidify her skank rep and heard that Puckerman used to be the big man on campus. Before he met you.” Rachel slapped a hand over her mouth “You really think Puckerman would be crazy enough to sleep with a bitch on my squad and think I wouldn't find out? He may be an idiot Rachel but he doesn't have a death wish.”
“It just....it made sense. It's not like he has a perfect track record Santana.”
The latina rolled her eyes and planted her hands on her hips.
“Honestly Rachel. Why were you even in the relationship if you didn't trust the guy?”
Rachel suddenly felt about as big as a thumbtack and shrunk into her covers as Santana gave up and stormed out of the room, telling her she'd be down the hall in Brittany's room if she decided to surface. Rachel felt worse than she'd ever felt. Worse than when she'd kissed Noah to make Finn jealous. How did she keep making this mistake? She didn't want to see anyone, which is why she ignored her cellphone and the constant knocks at the door. She finally yelled at whoever it was to leave her the hell alone and sunk down as far as she possibly could without burrowing into the mattress. She must have fallen asleep, because she had to be dreaming that someone was coming through her window. Right? Only she knew she wasn't asleep and this was New York and what the hell had she been thinking leaving her window open at night? She jumped up and screamed at the top of her Barbara strength lungs, tossing her giant anatomy book at the person climbing through her window , who promptly fell into a heap. before she clambered towards the door.
“Fuck Berry. Ow.” said the heap on the floor.
“Noah?”
“Who the fuck else did you think it was?” came the pissed off reply. Rachel froze for a moment before pelting him with whatever was close at hand.
“What. Do. You. Think. You. Are. Doing. Noah. Puckerman! Climbing in my window in the middle of the night, I thought you were a pervert or thief! Are you completely insane or just reliving your juvenile delinquent history!” He crossed the room in two strides and grabbed her wrists in an attempt to stop anything else from flying at his head.
“I only caught about two words of that Berry but the gist of it is, if you had answered your fucking phone or come to the door I wouldn't have had to shimmy up what looked like a shaky ass drainpipe from the 30's to get to your window.”
Her breath was coming in pants and the look on her face was somewhere between regret and anger. Of course he couldn't say for sure that she wasn't just mirroring his expression. He dropped her wrists and took a step back.
“Why are you here Noah?” Was she kidding with this shit? Why was he here? Maybe to salvage the relationship he'd been busting his ass to stay in since their senior year of high school?
“You've got to be kidding me. You know why I'm here.”
She pushed past him and sat on her bed, feet dangling over the side because of the risers she'd placed underneath for more space.
“I know that you heard what Santana said, you know what I've done. And I know that what I thought I was retaliating for, in fact never happened. So I'll ask you again Noah. Why are you here? When I cheated on Finn with you in-”
“Are you fucking kidding me with this shit Rachel? Are you ever going to stop comparing me to Finn? Are you ever going to get it through your thick fucking head that I'm not him?” he wanted to be angry with himself for yelling but he'd done what so many others had failed to do. He'd stunned Rachel Berry into silence. She gawked at him and he crouched in front of her ticking off fingers as he went.
“I quit fucking football for you. Finn wouldn't. I drove to a goddamn Christmas tree lot when Finn fucking left you there. I moved across the goddamn country for you. Rachel, I went to goddamn math class for you.” Her eyes widened in that way they did when he really surprised her. Well damn if he wasn't going to surprise her even more.
“I am ten times the man Finn fucking Hudson is Rachel. You made me believe that. I am not a stupid kid who throws a tantrum every time something doesn't go my way. I’m not going anywhere. You wanna sleep with some guy to hurt me? To make me back off? Too bad. I’m here. I’m storming the freaking castle for you and you so underestimated me. What? You thought I was so weak that I’m gonna walk away because my pride got wounded? You are mine. And I’m not walking away because you’re scared.”
Goddamn she must really be rubbing off on him because he'd barely breathed in between sentences on that one. So he took a deep breath because damn that shit felt good and looked at her. She was just staring at him. Staring at the fingers he'd ticked off and it was like the day he'd explained football to her. He could see the stupid little light-bulb going off in her brain. And she leaned forward and kissed him breathless, pulling back to look at him, his face still between her tiny hands.
“I'm yours?”
He gave her an exhausted smile and nodded.
“Well shit Berry, of course you are. I waited for you for two years, you think I'm gonna give up that easily?”
She bit her lip and shook her head.
“I should have known Noah. You never do anything the easy way.”
“The easy was just isn't as fun. 'Sides. Now we know I can get into your room through the window.”
He gave her a cheeky smile and she just shook her head and pulled him into bed with her. He was going to prove to her just how much she belonged to him.