Glee Fic: Enough - R (1/3)
Title: Enough
Author: smartalli
Count: 4900+
Characters/Pairings: Puck/Rachel, Aaron Puckerman (OC)
Warnings: Puck language, sexy situations
Summary: He knows this isn’t the way it’s supposed to work. The Bad Boy isn’t supposed to get the Good Girl. The Bad Boy is supposed to break the Good Girl and then the Good Girl is supposed to go running into the Good Boy’s arms and live Happily Ever After.
Disclaimer: Don’t own it. Not mine. Don’t sue.
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It’s two o’clock in the morning and he’s about a half second away from sliding his dick into its home when her cell phone rings. Thirty seconds earlier it’d beeped with a text, but they’d just ignored it ‘cause they figured it was Santana telling Rachel she’d gotten lucky (or, in her case, had an average night) again. Rachel can wait to answer that shit. But this time her phone is actually ringing and they both know whose damn ringtone that is, so he rolls off to the side and tries not to be too pissed that his twin brother has some sort of knack for cock blocking him.
He’s not trying that hard.
“Aaron, are you okay?...No, no of course not...Yes...Do you...Okay...Okay...Sure.”
She hangs up and he turns his head to look at her. “He’s at the front door, isn’t he?”
She gives him a little apologetic half smile and that’s all he needs to see to know the answer, so he reaches off the side of the bed for his shirt (that he pulled off her awesome body about ten minutes ago) and his boxers (that she pulled off of him using only the big toe on her left foot - his girl is crazy talented - nine minutes ago). She pulls the shirt on and leans over to kiss him and he wraps his hand around her hair and slides it out of the neck of the shirt.
“I’ll make it up to you later. I promise.”
She says it like it’s her fault that he’s always doing this crap, and that pisses him off. Sometimes he thinks she’d forgive Aaron anything, just because he’s made a few decisions that haven’t worked out so well for him. And Aaron knows it, too. So he’s constantly using that sympathy she has for him, taking advantage of Rachel’s huge heart. Few things piss him off more than someone taking advantage of Rachel. “You know he pulls this shit on purpose.”
“Be realistic, Noah. How would he know we’re about to have sex?”
He pulls his boxers on over his hips a little roughly and he knows she can tell he’s mad, but he doesn’t care. He gets why they’re stopping, why she’s gonna answer the door, but it doesn’t mean he can’t be pissed off about it. “I don’t know, Rach. But he always seems to call right before I stick my dick in your pussy, and I’m gettin’ pretty fuckin’ tired of it.”
It says something about her, about how long they’ve been together, about how well she knows him, that she doesn’t even cringe, just says gently, “I know you’re frustrated, but he doesn’t sound good. I think Quinn’s withholding visitation from Beth.”
She walks around the bed to his side, where he’s sitting, and puts her hands on his face, tilting it up and kissing him. His hands move under her shirt (his shirt) and onto her belly, gliding over the baby that’s so new they haven’t told anyone about it yet, and he’s glad for like, the thousandth time he kept his dick in his pants and turned down Quinn’s advances at Rutherford’s party that night. (Not that he would have ever said yes. Not when he had a girl like Rachel.) “You better go answer the door.”
She smiles and kisses him one more time and asks, “Are you coming down?”
“Yeah, I’ll be down in a sec.”
She leaves and about twenty seconds later he hears the front door open and close and Aaron’s voice coming from the family room.
He’s been doing this a lot lately, getting so drunk that all he can remember is Rachel’s phone number and where they live. Once, she was so worried after one of his phone calls she made Puck go out at three in the morning to get him and he practically had to haul his brother out of the gutter in front of some seedy bar. Puck tried to ask him what the fuck was wrong with him, but all Aaron kept muttering was something about Beth and Quinn and Rachel. So Puck stopped asking.
He’s not stupid. He knows what’s going on. It’s just not anything new. Aaron’s been in love with Rachel since they were fourteen. (It’s just his bad luck that Puck’s been in love with her since they were five. Dude should have gotten a clue earlier.) Everyone in Lima thought they’d end up together - the Good Girl and the Good Puck. The Puckerman who got good grades, the Puckerman who didn’t throw kids in dumpsters, the Puckerman who didn’t give their ma premature grey hair. But Rachel chose him. Puck. Noah.
It shocked the fuck out of everyone.
He knows this isn’t the way it’s supposed to work. The Bad Boy isn’t supposed to get the Good Girl. The Bad Boy is supposed to break the Good Girl and then the Good Girl is supposed to go running into the Good Boy’s arms and live Happily Fuckin’ Ever After.
Only, funny thing, Puck never screwed up.
And yeah...no one saw that shit comin’.
They kept expecting to see Rachel walk into school in tears or scream at him in the middle of the lunchroom or storm out of glee. They expected Puck would cheat on her and when it happened, they figured she would go running to Aaron and he would kiss her boo boos and make everything all better. Puck would be a Lima loser, just like they predicted, and Aaron and Rachel would ride off into the sunset together. All would be right with the world.
Never happened.
They fought in high school, sure, and they broke up a couple of times, but it never lasted very long. For one thing, Puck’s not as much of an idiot as people think he is. Sure, he’s made some bad choices and done some pretty stupid things, but the last thing he’d ever do is hurt the one person who’s always believed in him. He’d rather make like that climber dude and saw off his own arm with a pocketknife than hurt Rachel. And see, even though Puck thinks that’s pretty much the most obvious thing in the world, no one ever seems to get that about him. Rachel says it’s because they all underestimate him, that they don’t take the time to look past the surface, and yeah, that’s probably true. No one’s ever thought he’d amount to much. Which is exactly the reason everyone figured Rachel would wise up one day and dump his loser ass and go on to greener pastures with Aaron.
But the thing about Rachel? People tend to underestimate her too.
In the beginning of their junior year, Aaron tried to steal Rachel from him. Puck had been expecting that ever since he caught Aaron looking at Rachel differently one day when they were fourteen, so he wasn’t really all that surprised. Pissed, but not surprised. And since his brother can be kind of an arrogant bastard when he wants to be, he probably figured all those idiots were right and it wouldn’t take much to get Rachel to switch out Puckermans, even though Puck and Rachel had been dating since the beginning of freshman year. Why shouldn’t it? Aaron had pretty much always gotten whatever he wanted, like it was his birthright or something, so why should Rachel be any different?
Except Aaron should have known better, ‘cause when Rachel figured out what he was doing, she got so pissed at him she wouldn’t talk to him for a couple of weeks. Legit gave him the straight up silent treatment. And when she finally decided to talk to him, she called him a horrible brother and said if he couldn’t respect her relationship with him, with Noah, then he could go fuck himself. (He’s paraphrasing.)
Aaron’s been a good boy ever since, even though anyone with a brain and basic observational skills can tell it’s practically killing him. But he does it for her, because she asked him to, and for himself, ‘cause he can’t stand the idea of not being in her life. He settles for being her friend, even though it’ll never be enough, and pulls this shit whenever it hits him that he can’t have what he wants most. Puck would be more pissed at him for it, but he knows if he were in Aaron’s shoes, he’d probably be doing the exact same thing. He wouldn’t be able to give up Rachel either.
Still? This whole, “calling Rachel in the middle of the night, drunk off his ass” thing has to stop. Now. Shit’s just not kosher.
Part 2 Here: smartalli.livejournal.com/27121.html
Author: smartalli
Count: 4900+
Characters/Pairings: Puck/Rachel, Aaron Puckerman (OC)
Warnings: Puck language, sexy situations
Summary: He knows this isn’t the way it’s supposed to work. The Bad Boy isn’t supposed to get the Good Girl. The Bad Boy is supposed to break the Good Girl and then the Good Girl is supposed to go running into the Good Boy’s arms and live Happily Ever After.
Disclaimer: Don’t own it. Not mine. Don’t sue.
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It’s two o’clock in the morning and he’s about a half second away from sliding his dick into its home when her cell phone rings. Thirty seconds earlier it’d beeped with a text, but they’d just ignored it ‘cause they figured it was Santana telling Rachel she’d gotten lucky (or, in her case, had an average night) again. Rachel can wait to answer that shit. But this time her phone is actually ringing and they both know whose damn ringtone that is, so he rolls off to the side and tries not to be too pissed that his twin brother has some sort of knack for cock blocking him.
He’s not trying that hard.
“Aaron, are you okay?...No, no of course not...Yes...Do you...Okay...Okay...Sure.”
She hangs up and he turns his head to look at her. “He’s at the front door, isn’t he?”
She gives him a little apologetic half smile and that’s all he needs to see to know the answer, so he reaches off the side of the bed for his shirt (that he pulled off her awesome body about ten minutes ago) and his boxers (that she pulled off of him using only the big toe on her left foot - his girl is crazy talented - nine minutes ago). She pulls the shirt on and leans over to kiss him and he wraps his hand around her hair and slides it out of the neck of the shirt.
“I’ll make it up to you later. I promise.”
She says it like it’s her fault that he’s always doing this crap, and that pisses him off. Sometimes he thinks she’d forgive Aaron anything, just because he’s made a few decisions that haven’t worked out so well for him. And Aaron knows it, too. So he’s constantly using that sympathy she has for him, taking advantage of Rachel’s huge heart. Few things piss him off more than someone taking advantage of Rachel. “You know he pulls this shit on purpose.”
“Be realistic, Noah. How would he know we’re about to have sex?”
He pulls his boxers on over his hips a little roughly and he knows she can tell he’s mad, but he doesn’t care. He gets why they’re stopping, why she’s gonna answer the door, but it doesn’t mean he can’t be pissed off about it. “I don’t know, Rach. But he always seems to call right before I stick my dick in your pussy, and I’m gettin’ pretty fuckin’ tired of it.”
It says something about her, about how long they’ve been together, about how well she knows him, that she doesn’t even cringe, just says gently, “I know you’re frustrated, but he doesn’t sound good. I think Quinn’s withholding visitation from Beth.”
She walks around the bed to his side, where he’s sitting, and puts her hands on his face, tilting it up and kissing him. His hands move under her shirt (his shirt) and onto her belly, gliding over the baby that’s so new they haven’t told anyone about it yet, and he’s glad for like, the thousandth time he kept his dick in his pants and turned down Quinn’s advances at Rutherford’s party that night. (Not that he would have ever said yes. Not when he had a girl like Rachel.) “You better go answer the door.”
She smiles and kisses him one more time and asks, “Are you coming down?”
“Yeah, I’ll be down in a sec.”
She leaves and about twenty seconds later he hears the front door open and close and Aaron’s voice coming from the family room.
He’s been doing this a lot lately, getting so drunk that all he can remember is Rachel’s phone number and where they live. Once, she was so worried after one of his phone calls she made Puck go out at three in the morning to get him and he practically had to haul his brother out of the gutter in front of some seedy bar. Puck tried to ask him what the fuck was wrong with him, but all Aaron kept muttering was something about Beth and Quinn and Rachel. So Puck stopped asking.
He’s not stupid. He knows what’s going on. It’s just not anything new. Aaron’s been in love with Rachel since they were fourteen. (It’s just his bad luck that Puck’s been in love with her since they were five. Dude should have gotten a clue earlier.) Everyone in Lima thought they’d end up together - the Good Girl and the Good Puck. The Puckerman who got good grades, the Puckerman who didn’t throw kids in dumpsters, the Puckerman who didn’t give their ma premature grey hair. But Rachel chose him. Puck. Noah.
It shocked the fuck out of everyone.
He knows this isn’t the way it’s supposed to work. The Bad Boy isn’t supposed to get the Good Girl. The Bad Boy is supposed to break the Good Girl and then the Good Girl is supposed to go running into the Good Boy’s arms and live Happily Fuckin’ Ever After.
Only, funny thing, Puck never screwed up.
And yeah...no one saw that shit comin’.
They kept expecting to see Rachel walk into school in tears or scream at him in the middle of the lunchroom or storm out of glee. They expected Puck would cheat on her and when it happened, they figured she would go running to Aaron and he would kiss her boo boos and make everything all better. Puck would be a Lima loser, just like they predicted, and Aaron and Rachel would ride off into the sunset together. All would be right with the world.
Never happened.
They fought in high school, sure, and they broke up a couple of times, but it never lasted very long. For one thing, Puck’s not as much of an idiot as people think he is. Sure, he’s made some bad choices and done some pretty stupid things, but the last thing he’d ever do is hurt the one person who’s always believed in him. He’d rather make like that climber dude and saw off his own arm with a pocketknife than hurt Rachel. And see, even though Puck thinks that’s pretty much the most obvious thing in the world, no one ever seems to get that about him. Rachel says it’s because they all underestimate him, that they don’t take the time to look past the surface, and yeah, that’s probably true. No one’s ever thought he’d amount to much. Which is exactly the reason everyone figured Rachel would wise up one day and dump his loser ass and go on to greener pastures with Aaron.
But the thing about Rachel? People tend to underestimate her too.
In the beginning of their junior year, Aaron tried to steal Rachel from him. Puck had been expecting that ever since he caught Aaron looking at Rachel differently one day when they were fourteen, so he wasn’t really all that surprised. Pissed, but not surprised. And since his brother can be kind of an arrogant bastard when he wants to be, he probably figured all those idiots were right and it wouldn’t take much to get Rachel to switch out Puckermans, even though Puck and Rachel had been dating since the beginning of freshman year. Why shouldn’t it? Aaron had pretty much always gotten whatever he wanted, like it was his birthright or something, so why should Rachel be any different?
Except Aaron should have known better, ‘cause when Rachel figured out what he was doing, she got so pissed at him she wouldn’t talk to him for a couple of weeks. Legit gave him the straight up silent treatment. And when she finally decided to talk to him, she called him a horrible brother and said if he couldn’t respect her relationship with him, with Noah, then he could go fuck himself. (He’s paraphrasing.)
Aaron’s been a good boy ever since, even though anyone with a brain and basic observational skills can tell it’s practically killing him. But he does it for her, because she asked him to, and for himself, ‘cause he can’t stand the idea of not being in her life. He settles for being her friend, even though it’ll never be enough, and pulls this shit whenever it hits him that he can’t have what he wants most. Puck would be more pissed at him for it, but he knows if he were in Aaron’s shoes, he’d probably be doing the exact same thing. He wouldn’t be able to give up Rachel either.
Still? This whole, “calling Rachel in the middle of the night, drunk off his ass” thing has to stop. Now. Shit’s just not kosher.
Part 2 Here: smartalli.livejournal.com/27121.html