Fanfiction: Glee: Like It Or Not It's What We Do
Title: Like It Or Not It’s What We Do
Pairing: Puck/Rachel
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 823
Summary: Rachel’s stood up by Finn and finds herself at Brittany’s party where she ends up talking to Puck.
Author’s note: Written for stainofmylove’s Five Acts Meme. I tried to through a couple of the acts in there. Unbeta’d.
Summer house parties weren’t exactly Rachel’s scene. And it still wasn’t.
Sure, Brittany had invited her just because she had invited all of the Glee Club (or at least, she thought it was an invitation, but it was hard to tell with the things Brittany said) but that didn’t mean Rachel was going to go. These things were totally pedestrian and a waste of time she could be using making her newest MySpace video. Besides which, she had a date with Finn tonight.
But then Finn canceled on her. Again. This time it was to go to a baseball game with Kurt’s dad. And while she could understand his need to bond with a father figure after never having one in his life before it didn’t excuse the fact that he was constantly ignoring his duties as a boyfriend. After Jesse, this was a real disappointment. Before Jesse had egged her, he had practically treated her like a queen. The most Finn ever really treated her like was an afterthought.
So that’s how she found herself at this party, sitting on the stairs watching everyone else. She could have been home recording another song or something, but instead she came here to prove that she didn’t need Finn to have a good time. Or something. She isn’t sure.
“Jesus Berry, did he stand you up again?” A voice asked. She turned her head to see Noah Puckerman sit down next to her, sloshing liquid from his red cup and onto her skirt as he did so. He was such a slob, and yet even he seemed to understand her better than her boyfriend did.
“Shut up, Puckerman,” She snapped, grabbing the cup from it. She took a large swig, wincing as she did so. She was expecting peer or something. “What is this?”
He laughed softly, patting her back. “It’s my old friend Jack. Is he too rough for your delicate sensibilities, Berry?”
“I’m not delicate,” She said, her voice a little softer now. And as if to prove herself to him or something she took another long swig from his glass, grateful for once that she didn’t have a gag reflex.
He laughed again, grabbing the red solo cup back from her, his fingers brushing against hers a little as he did so. He smelt like booze and musk, a common combination found on Noah Puckerman. Not that she’d been keeping track of his smell or anything like that. “Actually, you are. It’s what makes you so fucking hot. That and those short skirts you wear. And the knee socks. Dirty schoolgirls are the best kind.”
She rolled her eyes. It’s not the first time he’s told her this, and it probably won’t be the last. Still, at least..he noticed her, cared about how she looked.
She was actually feeling grateful for Noah’s dirty comments. Now she knew she was in a bad place.
“What? Is the infamous Rachel Berry actually speechless for once?” He leaned in, brushing some of the hair off of her neck. When had it got so hot in here? And then his brows furrowed in confusion. “Fuck, Finn didn’t like cheat on you or something did he? Do I need to beat him up?”
For someone who had once claimed they weren’t even friends, Puck seemed to want to defend her honor a lot. Thought it was nice, Rachel tried not to dwell on it too much. “No, it’s nothing like that.”
“Look, if he’s making you this fucking miserable, you should dump his ass. It’s not rocket scientist.”
Rachel frowned, not at all liking where this was going. Since when did he get so observant? Okay, so she was never a hard person to read, but still. She grabbed the cup back from him and took another swig, her head swimming a little as she did so. “Who said I was miserable?”
He smirked again, leaning in so his breath was against her neck. “Why else would you be here talking to me? This isn’t exactly your sort of thing.”
“Maybe I’m just trying to expand my horizons.”
“By sitting all by yourself on the stairs at Brittany’s house?” He took the cup back again, frowning a little as he looked down at it. “Damn Berry, you finished it.”
“Sorry, do you want me to get another?” She stood up, but then her head swam again and she felt her legs give, but strong arms steadied her.
“Let me find you a ride home.”
He didn’t try to feel her up or anything, and she didn’t know whether she was relieved or disappointed. Maybe both. But as he arranged for Mike (one of the few designated drivers of the evening) to give her a ride home Rachel found herself whispering the words, “Thank you.”
But he was already making his way back into the main room to pour himself another glass.
Maybe it was better that way.
Pairing: Puck/Rachel
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 823
Summary: Rachel’s stood up by Finn and finds herself at Brittany’s party where she ends up talking to Puck.
Author’s note: Written for stainofmylove’s Five Acts Meme. I tried to through a couple of the acts in there. Unbeta’d.
Summer house parties weren’t exactly Rachel’s scene. And it still wasn’t.
Sure, Brittany had invited her just because she had invited all of the Glee Club (or at least, she thought it was an invitation, but it was hard to tell with the things Brittany said) but that didn’t mean Rachel was going to go. These things were totally pedestrian and a waste of time she could be using making her newest MySpace video. Besides which, she had a date with Finn tonight.
But then Finn canceled on her. Again. This time it was to go to a baseball game with Kurt’s dad. And while she could understand his need to bond with a father figure after never having one in his life before it didn’t excuse the fact that he was constantly ignoring his duties as a boyfriend. After Jesse, this was a real disappointment. Before Jesse had egged her, he had practically treated her like a queen. The most Finn ever really treated her like was an afterthought.
So that’s how she found herself at this party, sitting on the stairs watching everyone else. She could have been home recording another song or something, but instead she came here to prove that she didn’t need Finn to have a good time. Or something. She isn’t sure.
“Jesus Berry, did he stand you up again?” A voice asked. She turned her head to see Noah Puckerman sit down next to her, sloshing liquid from his red cup and onto her skirt as he did so. He was such a slob, and yet even he seemed to understand her better than her boyfriend did.
“Shut up, Puckerman,” She snapped, grabbing the cup from it. She took a large swig, wincing as she did so. She was expecting peer or something. “What is this?”
He laughed softly, patting her back. “It’s my old friend Jack. Is he too rough for your delicate sensibilities, Berry?”
“I’m not delicate,” She said, her voice a little softer now. And as if to prove herself to him or something she took another long swig from his glass, grateful for once that she didn’t have a gag reflex.
He laughed again, grabbing the red solo cup back from her, his fingers brushing against hers a little as he did so. He smelt like booze and musk, a common combination found on Noah Puckerman. Not that she’d been keeping track of his smell or anything like that. “Actually, you are. It’s what makes you so fucking hot. That and those short skirts you wear. And the knee socks. Dirty schoolgirls are the best kind.”
She rolled her eyes. It’s not the first time he’s told her this, and it probably won’t be the last. Still, at least..he noticed her, cared about how she looked.
She was actually feeling grateful for Noah’s dirty comments. Now she knew she was in a bad place.
“What? Is the infamous Rachel Berry actually speechless for once?” He leaned in, brushing some of the hair off of her neck. When had it got so hot in here? And then his brows furrowed in confusion. “Fuck, Finn didn’t like cheat on you or something did he? Do I need to beat him up?”
For someone who had once claimed they weren’t even friends, Puck seemed to want to defend her honor a lot. Thought it was nice, Rachel tried not to dwell on it too much. “No, it’s nothing like that.”
“Look, if he’s making you this fucking miserable, you should dump his ass. It’s not rocket scientist.”
Rachel frowned, not at all liking where this was going. Since when did he get so observant? Okay, so she was never a hard person to read, but still. She grabbed the cup back from him and took another swig, her head swimming a little as she did so. “Who said I was miserable?”
He smirked again, leaning in so his breath was against her neck. “Why else would you be here talking to me? This isn’t exactly your sort of thing.”
“Maybe I’m just trying to expand my horizons.”
“By sitting all by yourself on the stairs at Brittany’s house?” He took the cup back again, frowning a little as he looked down at it. “Damn Berry, you finished it.”
“Sorry, do you want me to get another?” She stood up, but then her head swam again and she felt her legs give, but strong arms steadied her.
“Let me find you a ride home.”
He didn’t try to feel her up or anything, and she didn’t know whether she was relieved or disappointed. Maybe both. But as he arranged for Mike (one of the few designated drivers of the evening) to give her a ride home Rachel found herself whispering the words, “Thank you.”
But he was already making his way back into the main room to pour himself another glass.
Maybe it was better that way.