Fic Fic Fic!
Sooo this morning someone left an awesome prompt that I couldn't stop thinking about all day at school, so I wrote a fill for it and came home to find that someone had called dibs on it, but I figured I'd post it here anyway since it's written and whatever, and just not post it at the meme because I feel bad writing something someone's called dibs on. I'm insane, I know.
finn and rachel are dating, puck tells finn he's in love with rachel.
It’s not like he intentionally goes after his best friends girls, seriously. It just kinda works out that Finn has awesome taste in chicks and they all kinda seem to be girls worth taking a chance on.
He realises he’s sorta in love with Rachel senior year, when her and Finn have been off and on for-fucking-ever, like some ridiculous soap opera that his mom watches way too much of on TV. He’s been spending a lot of time with her, through Temple and through Glee and through the fact that they’re both hot Jews who once actually fucked while she was upset during a break up with Finn. (He legit did not take advantage of the situation. She was fully sober and in control.) He realises it as he sits in the gym, watching her being brave enough to stand in front of their entire senior class in full costume and stage make up, performing the Macarena with Brittany, who has never been able to resist a good beat. Puck thinks they may be advertising for something, totally lame, but he doesn’t care, as long as she swings her hips in that way that looks beyond sexual, and really fucking hot.
He’s pretty sure it’s a cross with the hottest and the funniest thing he’s ever seen, and she looks so fucking hot as she moves her hips to the beat, that had he not already known just how flexible and fit she was, he’d be staring even worse. He takes a look at her boyfriend, who is flaming red and not looking at either of the girls currently moving their hands and their bodies in a dance that is familiar to anyone forced to do dances at elementary school. Finn is also carefully not meeting the eyes of any of their football buddies.
Apparently he thinks this fucking hot dance going on in front of him is going to destroy the remains of his rep not already destroyed by Glee Club and dating Berry, as hot as she is.
Puck’s kinda pissed off, to be honest. Seriously, the douche should be sitting back and appreciating how amazing his girl is, being able to move and bend and twist like that. He also has it on good authority (one night of mind shattering sex) that it totally translates to the bedroom too, and her unbelievable ability. If Rachel were Puck’s (and he’s thinking he’s gonna give that one another try asap), and by the way, she was his first, he’d be sitting in the front row like the band geeks, cheering a hell of a lot louder than he was currently. (Finn’s not even cheering at all. He looks like he’s waiting for the ground to open up and swallow his lanky frame whole.) Puck’d cheer even louder when he noticed the epic scowl on Sylvester’s face. It takes a lot to make even her scowl that intensely.
But seriously. The relationship between Finn and Rachel still surprises him often, especially with how fucking embarrassed he gets about all the awesome shit Rachel does, usually with Brittany and Santana, and all the awesome shit she does for Finn, too. The guy legit has no idea how fucking good he has it with her.
He doesn’t want to be the jackass that rips the floor out from underneath Finn, doesn’t want to blindside him with another accidental babygate 2, but he’s in love with Berry, and he’s not gonna hang around in love with some dickheads girlfriend who quite possibly doesn’t even deserve her. (Not that Puck thinks he does deserve her, exactly, but shit, worth a shot.)
So, even though his friendship with Finn has been shaky since the whole Quinn and baby thing went down, he’s gonna be straight up with his boy, and let him know he’s not the only one that thinks he may love Rachel Berry. It’s not exactly like a secret or anything that there’s something a little more than friendly between Rachel and Puck. All of the Glee Club pretty much knows. Matt was the one who saw the after affects of Puck and Rachel’s one night together, as they tried to discreetly sneak out of Matt’s house. Guy’s a fuckin’ ninja, sprung them at the door, but just clapped Puck on the back and told him later that he knew Rachel could do better than Finn. Plus, it’s kinda obvious. She blushes every time he makes a sexual comment, they touch a little bit more than they probably should, and he hasn’t exactly been hiding just how sexy he thinks she is, except when Finn’s around.
He waits until after practice, after showers, and invites Finn over to his house to have an epic gaming marathon. It will be epic. Telling your oldest bro that you’re in love with his girlfriend while trying to battle it out for supremacy on Call of Duty? Epic. Probably not the best kind, but still.
He leaves it until pizza arrives, a couple of hours into their battle. In between mouthfuls of pizza, he blurts out, “Rachel’s fuckin’ awesome, dude. That shit she pulled in assembly today? So cool.”
“I can’t believe she did that. Honestly. I told her not to, like, everyone’s gonna think they have to stand in front of assemblies looking like dancing losers and no ones going to join her stupid dance club or whatever. And she still did it. And now I’m getting shit from Karofsky.”
Puck rolls his eyes, because seriously? That dancing was some hot Shakira-type stuff. No one would ever think it was for losers, for sure.
He waits until Finn quits his bitching. It’s just making him more agitated, and he’s gonna snap and say something he’s gonna regret later if he opens his mouth and interrupts.
Finally, Finn’s done. Puck waits a second, then two, and when Finn has refocused on his game, he does it. “I love her.”
“Who?” Finn asks, barely even taking his eyes off the screen. “Santana? Thought you guys were done.” Puck wants to laugh at the fact that of course Finn’s not going to go into the whole Quinn situation and even suggest that as an option.
“Nope. Rachel. I think I’m fuckin’ in love with her. Just thought you should know.”
There’s a silence lingering now, his words still hanging in the air between them. Finn glances at him once, twice, and then lets out a nervous laugh.
“What?”
“Legit.”
“What the fuck, dude.” Finn bites out, and looks so confused that Puck just wants to laugh in his face.
“Not gonna like, knock her up or anything, don’t worry. Don’t wanna do that shit again. Just wanted to let you know.”
Finn doesn’t say anything.
Their epic gaming marathon ends pretty quickly after that, and Puck doesn’t feel particularly sorry about it.
He shuts the door and smirks, and wonders if Finn’ll mention this particular conversation to Rachel. Probably not. Guy’s a pussy, has legit reasons to be worried Rachel might find him a better choice. (Which is true.)
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A few days later, Rachel turns up on his doorstep with her sheet music and a request for guitar accompaniment. Puck lets her in, and then notices that Finn’s dropped her off and is watching them closely from his car in the driveway. Dude’s never really succeeded in being discreet. Probably thinks this is gonna be like a warning or whatever. Puck sends him a nod and a smirk and shuts the door.
She’s fluttering around his room in her nervous way she has, but she doesn’t say anything about his latest confession to her boyfriend, so he presumes he’s golden and that she’s none the wiser.
They kick back on his bed as he pulls out his guitar and starts casually strumming a few chords, and as she hums along beside him, he could really picture them doing this permanently. Maybe with less clothing, but still, him and her, chilling on his bed while he plays guitar and she sings along just enjoying each others talents. He really, really likes her. And he wants to do things like that with her as more than a friendship thing, where he can just lean over and kiss her whenever he feels the urge.
He really fuckin’ wants her, he really fuckin’ loves her.
He’s not gonna be a dick about it. He gave her boyfriend a heads up. It’s not his fault the idiot didn’t mention it to his girlfriend.
“Berry?” Puck says, and Rachel glances over at him with a soft smile on her face. He loves that smile.
“Yes, Noah?” He loves that, too, the way she is the only one who calls him Noah, except his family, and that places her pretty high up on the importance scale ‘cause he actually lets her.
She’s looking at him with her big brown eyes, and he doesn’t know if he has the words to tell her. It’s not like telling Quinn after the birth of Beth, when he loved her for the baby she’d given him (and then taken away, but whatever, he doesn’t think about that often.) This is Rachel. She has a movie scene dream for every big moment in her life. This is definitely a big moment. Some super hot bad ass telling her he loves her? Big moment. For both of them.
“I like you.” He says, and it sounds so fucking lame that he wants to punch himself in the head. He refrains, because sounding like a lame-o and looking psychotic probably wouldn’t turn her on at all.
“I like you, too. I’m glad we’re friends.” She’s offering him a huge beaming smile, and he knows how much she loves being reminded she has friends now that Glee Club isn’t like, loser-ville.
He offers her a half smile back. “Nah, Rach, I mean, I’m like, fuckin’ in love with you. Have been since that night we, ya know, ….” He leaves it hanging in the air, but the blush that rises in her cheeks tells him she knows exactly which night he’s talking about.
“I told Finn, so he knows, like this isn’t going to be another whole Quinn situation.” He informs her, just ‘cause he wants the awkwardness to stop, where she’s just looking at him and he wonders briefly if he’s finally made her speechless.
“He told me. We broke up in the car, actually, parked outside your house.”
Um. What. The. Fuck? How the hell is this only coming up now? Obviously he’s not gonna say that out loud, but seriously, she just stuns him sometimes.
“What? Why?”
“Well, he was talking about how I need to think before I do certain things, because apparently dancing in front of our entire senior class makes me look like I aspire to be a hooker, and obviously, I certainly do not aspire to be a hooker, unless the lead role on Chicago counts, which I don’t think it does, because they weren’t hookers. And then he continued by telling me that while you thought it was hilarious and really awesome, it really wasn’t, and I realised then that my boyfriend should not be ashamed of my many talents and my ability to show them off. He shouldn’t be worried about what his friends think, because you certainly don’t care, and you would’ve just been proud, because really, our performance was impeccable. And then I realised just how many times in a day I compare my relationship with Finn to how I think things are and would be with you, and that’s not fair, and seems very pointless and redundant to be with someone who I don’t even think I have feelings for anymore, not in the same way I once did. And then when he told me you loved me, just dropped it into the conversation, I realised maybe you weren’t entirely alone with your feelings, and I told him as much. And that’s where it ended.”
And then she takes a breath, while his mind is spinning and overflowing with all the information she’s just thrown at him.
He’s pretty sure in some long winded fashion she just confessed to sort of loving him back.
He’s gonna kiss her anyway though, ‘cause he most definitely heard the part where she said “we broke up” and confirmed she was single.
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Here's another one, which could actually be considered drabble-ish. smc_27 posted this one, and I couldn't resist it.
Friday evening we've been drinking, 2 AM I swear I might propose.
He loves his Friday nights, kicking back with his boys in Matt’s backyard, drinking and laughing and singing along to the oldies rock station that blares from a stereo and talking about chicks they think are hot.
Tonight, they’re sitting on lawn chairs on Matt’s backyard around a roaring bonfire, and this time Brittany, Santana, and Rachel are there too, drinking wine coolers and being flirty and fun as they dance to beats only they can hear. It’s relaxing and chilled out and he likes watching Rachel actually relaxed for a change, when she’s not bitching and whining and complaining about their lack of effort in fuckin’ Glee Club.
She’s actually currently holding a glass of wine in one hand as she dances with Brittany and he’s pretty fucking amused by the fact that even Rachel, with all her talent and dancing ability, when drunk she has a hard time standing on her own two feet.
It’s one of the better nights of the entire summer, even when there’s not a chance of going home with some girl whose name he doesn’t need to know. He likes nights where he doesn’t have to think about his future or his mom or his sister or what could have been with Beth, or what she’s doing, or how big she is now, or how she’s calling some other guy daddy who actually deserves to have her.
Rachel plants herself in his lap and he’s momentarily surprised, but then she moves in just the right way, and he really fuckin’ likes that. She places a kiss on his cheek and beams at him, and he smiles back as she steals his beer bottle and takes a sip of it like a pro.
And fuck, the sight of Rachel Berry drinking beer is pretty much one of the hottest things he could ever see her do. It’s maybe number twenty on a really long list. (She’s fuckin’ hot, okay?)
She hands his bottle again after taking another swig, and he stares into her eyes as he takes a long drink too. She gets off him and walks away with a swing of her hips, and he has a feeling tomorrow she’s going to be one sick, sorry girl, but at the moment? He’s really enjoying the show. Especially when she starts singing to one of his favourite old school rock ’n’ roll songs in a soft tone and not actually performing, just singing softly like he’s seen her do a couple of times when they’ve been hanging out doing dishes or homework or what the fuck ever. Kinda makes her less crazy and more normal, and he really fuckin’ likes that side of her. Could maybe even love that side of her, but he’s not goin’ there just yet while she’s drunk and probably doesn’t know what she wants, and it’s probably never going to be him. (Again.)
His eyes are still drawn to her as the other two girls attempt to show her one of their favourite cheerleading routines. It’s pretty hilarious, actually, and he really really likes the image of Rachel Berry wearing a tiny little Cheerio’s skirt. (On top of him.)
Matt nudges him, and nearly sends him sprawling off his seat onto the grass. He’s nodding at him with a look he’s meant to read and take notice of, but he doesn’t have a clue what it means.
And then Matt hits him again, and gives a pointed nod at Rachel, who is looking at him with a look that could definitely not be defined as innocent, and he can safely say he has no idea where this night is going to end up. It’s definitely gotta be the most interesting night of the summer, especially as she holds his gaze as Santana whispers something in her ear that causes her to blush.
He’d really like to know what that was, but he’s pretty fuckin’ grateful to San (those are words he never thought he’d say) as Rachel moves back over towards him with a sexy little walk he’d like to see her do right into his bedroom as she loses her clothes.
But baby steps.
She sits down on the seat directly opposite him, sending him a wink as she gets her own beer bottle and he watches her throat constrict as she swallows, and he can’t help where his mind goes.
He just can’t stop watching her, and he knows the pricks he calls his best friends are currently laughing like little girls, but shit, she has to be the legit sexiest thing he’s ever seen in his entire life.
She licks her lips and he knows he’s gotta be harder than stone right now. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat and tries to get his mind to think of innocent things, like his little sister and puppies, and holy fuck, why the hell is Rachel Berry so damn hot?
She moves around the fire and he watches, until she sits back in his lap and he wraps an arm casually around her waist. He likes her here, holding her as she plays with his fingers, intertwining them together.
And then she leans over to whisper something in his ear, and he legit doesn’t care what the hell she says, because he has a clear view right down the tiny little top she’s wearing that he thinks she may have borrowed off Brittany, but is looking totally amazing in.
(He thinks she looks amazing in everything, though, so this isn’t exactly new.)
He can’t believe she’s the same girl that broke up with him on the bleachers for wanting everything too much, because right now, she’s whispering words in his ear, telling him exactly what she does want (and apparently she wants things he can definitely get on board with, like to go home with him and see his bedroom and his bed, and holy fuck, he thinks he’s had dreams that have gone this way and he’s hoping like hell this isn’t another one.) as she offers him a smirk she totally stole off him.
He holds her that much tighter to him, kissing her bare shoulder and up her neck as she shivers.
“Cold?” He asks, and he thinks he actually cares.
She shakes her head, and he slides his other hand up her tiny skirt. Turns out, Rachel chilled out in summer equals shorter skirts than she’d wear at school. He definitely likes summer Rachel.
And when she jumps up to get more beer from inside, giving him a quick glimpse of what’s under said skirt, before winking at him and inviting him to help her in the kitchen, he thinks this is legit the best night ever.
He takes the opportunity to kiss her against Matt’s refrigerator, with no inquisitive (fuckin’ nosey) friends around to watch the show. She’s giving these little gasps as she tries to press herself as close to him as she can, and he’s definitely not complaining. Fuck, he loves this chick, no lie.
At 2am, things are starting to wind down, the fire burning out, and his hand is higher up her skirt and she’s beginning to whisper even dirtier things in his ear, and he can’t believe Rachel has it in her.
As she tells him she’s gonna come home with him, do things to him she’s wanted since those early days in her bedroom when she “had things confused - her feelings for Finn, for example,” he swears he might even fuckin’ propose to her, because that’s pretty much an, “I like you back, let’s get naked” and lets face it, that’s damn hot.
She knows what she wants. And apparently it’s him.
He takes her home and lets her know he really, really likes her too.
finn and rachel are dating, puck tells finn he's in love with rachel.
It’s not like he intentionally goes after his best friends girls, seriously. It just kinda works out that Finn has awesome taste in chicks and they all kinda seem to be girls worth taking a chance on.
He realises he’s sorta in love with Rachel senior year, when her and Finn have been off and on for-fucking-ever, like some ridiculous soap opera that his mom watches way too much of on TV. He’s been spending a lot of time with her, through Temple and through Glee and through the fact that they’re both hot Jews who once actually fucked while she was upset during a break up with Finn. (He legit did not take advantage of the situation. She was fully sober and in control.) He realises it as he sits in the gym, watching her being brave enough to stand in front of their entire senior class in full costume and stage make up, performing the Macarena with Brittany, who has never been able to resist a good beat. Puck thinks they may be advertising for something, totally lame, but he doesn’t care, as long as she swings her hips in that way that looks beyond sexual, and really fucking hot.
He’s pretty sure it’s a cross with the hottest and the funniest thing he’s ever seen, and she looks so fucking hot as she moves her hips to the beat, that had he not already known just how flexible and fit she was, he’d be staring even worse. He takes a look at her boyfriend, who is flaming red and not looking at either of the girls currently moving their hands and their bodies in a dance that is familiar to anyone forced to do dances at elementary school. Finn is also carefully not meeting the eyes of any of their football buddies.
Apparently he thinks this fucking hot dance going on in front of him is going to destroy the remains of his rep not already destroyed by Glee Club and dating Berry, as hot as she is.
Puck’s kinda pissed off, to be honest. Seriously, the douche should be sitting back and appreciating how amazing his girl is, being able to move and bend and twist like that. He also has it on good authority (one night of mind shattering sex) that it totally translates to the bedroom too, and her unbelievable ability. If Rachel were Puck’s (and he’s thinking he’s gonna give that one another try asap), and by the way, she was his first, he’d be sitting in the front row like the band geeks, cheering a hell of a lot louder than he was currently. (Finn’s not even cheering at all. He looks like he’s waiting for the ground to open up and swallow his lanky frame whole.) Puck’d cheer even louder when he noticed the epic scowl on Sylvester’s face. It takes a lot to make even her scowl that intensely.
But seriously. The relationship between Finn and Rachel still surprises him often, especially with how fucking embarrassed he gets about all the awesome shit Rachel does, usually with Brittany and Santana, and all the awesome shit she does for Finn, too. The guy legit has no idea how fucking good he has it with her.
He doesn’t want to be the jackass that rips the floor out from underneath Finn, doesn’t want to blindside him with another accidental babygate 2, but he’s in love with Berry, and he’s not gonna hang around in love with some dickheads girlfriend who quite possibly doesn’t even deserve her. (Not that Puck thinks he does deserve her, exactly, but shit, worth a shot.)
So, even though his friendship with Finn has been shaky since the whole Quinn and baby thing went down, he’s gonna be straight up with his boy, and let him know he’s not the only one that thinks he may love Rachel Berry. It’s not exactly like a secret or anything that there’s something a little more than friendly between Rachel and Puck. All of the Glee Club pretty much knows. Matt was the one who saw the after affects of Puck and Rachel’s one night together, as they tried to discreetly sneak out of Matt’s house. Guy’s a fuckin’ ninja, sprung them at the door, but just clapped Puck on the back and told him later that he knew Rachel could do better than Finn. Plus, it’s kinda obvious. She blushes every time he makes a sexual comment, they touch a little bit more than they probably should, and he hasn’t exactly been hiding just how sexy he thinks she is, except when Finn’s around.
He waits until after practice, after showers, and invites Finn over to his house to have an epic gaming marathon. It will be epic. Telling your oldest bro that you’re in love with his girlfriend while trying to battle it out for supremacy on Call of Duty? Epic. Probably not the best kind, but still.
He leaves it until pizza arrives, a couple of hours into their battle. In between mouthfuls of pizza, he blurts out, “Rachel’s fuckin’ awesome, dude. That shit she pulled in assembly today? So cool.”
“I can’t believe she did that. Honestly. I told her not to, like, everyone’s gonna think they have to stand in front of assemblies looking like dancing losers and no ones going to join her stupid dance club or whatever. And she still did it. And now I’m getting shit from Karofsky.”
Puck rolls his eyes, because seriously? That dancing was some hot Shakira-type stuff. No one would ever think it was for losers, for sure.
He waits until Finn quits his bitching. It’s just making him more agitated, and he’s gonna snap and say something he’s gonna regret later if he opens his mouth and interrupts.
Finally, Finn’s done. Puck waits a second, then two, and when Finn has refocused on his game, he does it. “I love her.”
“Who?” Finn asks, barely even taking his eyes off the screen. “Santana? Thought you guys were done.” Puck wants to laugh at the fact that of course Finn’s not going to go into the whole Quinn situation and even suggest that as an option.
“Nope. Rachel. I think I’m fuckin’ in love with her. Just thought you should know.”
There’s a silence lingering now, his words still hanging in the air between them. Finn glances at him once, twice, and then lets out a nervous laugh.
“What?”
“Legit.”
“What the fuck, dude.” Finn bites out, and looks so confused that Puck just wants to laugh in his face.
“Not gonna like, knock her up or anything, don’t worry. Don’t wanna do that shit again. Just wanted to let you know.”
Finn doesn’t say anything.
Their epic gaming marathon ends pretty quickly after that, and Puck doesn’t feel particularly sorry about it.
He shuts the door and smirks, and wonders if Finn’ll mention this particular conversation to Rachel. Probably not. Guy’s a pussy, has legit reasons to be worried Rachel might find him a better choice. (Which is true.)
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A few days later, Rachel turns up on his doorstep with her sheet music and a request for guitar accompaniment. Puck lets her in, and then notices that Finn’s dropped her off and is watching them closely from his car in the driveway. Dude’s never really succeeded in being discreet. Probably thinks this is gonna be like a warning or whatever. Puck sends him a nod and a smirk and shuts the door.
She’s fluttering around his room in her nervous way she has, but she doesn’t say anything about his latest confession to her boyfriend, so he presumes he’s golden and that she’s none the wiser.
They kick back on his bed as he pulls out his guitar and starts casually strumming a few chords, and as she hums along beside him, he could really picture them doing this permanently. Maybe with less clothing, but still, him and her, chilling on his bed while he plays guitar and she sings along just enjoying each others talents. He really, really likes her. And he wants to do things like that with her as more than a friendship thing, where he can just lean over and kiss her whenever he feels the urge.
He really fuckin’ wants her, he really fuckin’ loves her.
He’s not gonna be a dick about it. He gave her boyfriend a heads up. It’s not his fault the idiot didn’t mention it to his girlfriend.
“Berry?” Puck says, and Rachel glances over at him with a soft smile on her face. He loves that smile.
“Yes, Noah?” He loves that, too, the way she is the only one who calls him Noah, except his family, and that places her pretty high up on the importance scale ‘cause he actually lets her.
She’s looking at him with her big brown eyes, and he doesn’t know if he has the words to tell her. It’s not like telling Quinn after the birth of Beth, when he loved her for the baby she’d given him (and then taken away, but whatever, he doesn’t think about that often.) This is Rachel. She has a movie scene dream for every big moment in her life. This is definitely a big moment. Some super hot bad ass telling her he loves her? Big moment. For both of them.
“I like you.” He says, and it sounds so fucking lame that he wants to punch himself in the head. He refrains, because sounding like a lame-o and looking psychotic probably wouldn’t turn her on at all.
“I like you, too. I’m glad we’re friends.” She’s offering him a huge beaming smile, and he knows how much she loves being reminded she has friends now that Glee Club isn’t like, loser-ville.
He offers her a half smile back. “Nah, Rach, I mean, I’m like, fuckin’ in love with you. Have been since that night we, ya know, ….” He leaves it hanging in the air, but the blush that rises in her cheeks tells him she knows exactly which night he’s talking about.
“I told Finn, so he knows, like this isn’t going to be another whole Quinn situation.” He informs her, just ‘cause he wants the awkwardness to stop, where she’s just looking at him and he wonders briefly if he’s finally made her speechless.
“He told me. We broke up in the car, actually, parked outside your house.”
Um. What. The. Fuck? How the hell is this only coming up now? Obviously he’s not gonna say that out loud, but seriously, she just stuns him sometimes.
“What? Why?”
“Well, he was talking about how I need to think before I do certain things, because apparently dancing in front of our entire senior class makes me look like I aspire to be a hooker, and obviously, I certainly do not aspire to be a hooker, unless the lead role on Chicago counts, which I don’t think it does, because they weren’t hookers. And then he continued by telling me that while you thought it was hilarious and really awesome, it really wasn’t, and I realised then that my boyfriend should not be ashamed of my many talents and my ability to show them off. He shouldn’t be worried about what his friends think, because you certainly don’t care, and you would’ve just been proud, because really, our performance was impeccable. And then I realised just how many times in a day I compare my relationship with Finn to how I think things are and would be with you, and that’s not fair, and seems very pointless and redundant to be with someone who I don’t even think I have feelings for anymore, not in the same way I once did. And then when he told me you loved me, just dropped it into the conversation, I realised maybe you weren’t entirely alone with your feelings, and I told him as much. And that’s where it ended.”
And then she takes a breath, while his mind is spinning and overflowing with all the information she’s just thrown at him.
He’s pretty sure in some long winded fashion she just confessed to sort of loving him back.
He’s gonna kiss her anyway though, ‘cause he most definitely heard the part where she said “we broke up” and confirmed she was single.
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Here's another one, which could actually be considered drabble-ish. smc_27 posted this one, and I couldn't resist it.
Friday evening we've been drinking, 2 AM I swear I might propose.
He loves his Friday nights, kicking back with his boys in Matt’s backyard, drinking and laughing and singing along to the oldies rock station that blares from a stereo and talking about chicks they think are hot.
Tonight, they’re sitting on lawn chairs on Matt’s backyard around a roaring bonfire, and this time Brittany, Santana, and Rachel are there too, drinking wine coolers and being flirty and fun as they dance to beats only they can hear. It’s relaxing and chilled out and he likes watching Rachel actually relaxed for a change, when she’s not bitching and whining and complaining about their lack of effort in fuckin’ Glee Club.
She’s actually currently holding a glass of wine in one hand as she dances with Brittany and he’s pretty fucking amused by the fact that even Rachel, with all her talent and dancing ability, when drunk she has a hard time standing on her own two feet.
It’s one of the better nights of the entire summer, even when there’s not a chance of going home with some girl whose name he doesn’t need to know. He likes nights where he doesn’t have to think about his future or his mom or his sister or what could have been with Beth, or what she’s doing, or how big she is now, or how she’s calling some other guy daddy who actually deserves to have her.
Rachel plants herself in his lap and he’s momentarily surprised, but then she moves in just the right way, and he really fuckin’ likes that. She places a kiss on his cheek and beams at him, and he smiles back as she steals his beer bottle and takes a sip of it like a pro.
And fuck, the sight of Rachel Berry drinking beer is pretty much one of the hottest things he could ever see her do. It’s maybe number twenty on a really long list. (She’s fuckin’ hot, okay?)
She hands his bottle again after taking another swig, and he stares into her eyes as he takes a long drink too. She gets off him and walks away with a swing of her hips, and he has a feeling tomorrow she’s going to be one sick, sorry girl, but at the moment? He’s really enjoying the show. Especially when she starts singing to one of his favourite old school rock ’n’ roll songs in a soft tone and not actually performing, just singing softly like he’s seen her do a couple of times when they’ve been hanging out doing dishes or homework or what the fuck ever. Kinda makes her less crazy and more normal, and he really fuckin’ likes that side of her. Could maybe even love that side of her, but he’s not goin’ there just yet while she’s drunk and probably doesn’t know what she wants, and it’s probably never going to be him. (Again.)
His eyes are still drawn to her as the other two girls attempt to show her one of their favourite cheerleading routines. It’s pretty hilarious, actually, and he really really likes the image of Rachel Berry wearing a tiny little Cheerio’s skirt. (On top of him.)
Matt nudges him, and nearly sends him sprawling off his seat onto the grass. He’s nodding at him with a look he’s meant to read and take notice of, but he doesn’t have a clue what it means.
And then Matt hits him again, and gives a pointed nod at Rachel, who is looking at him with a look that could definitely not be defined as innocent, and he can safely say he has no idea where this night is going to end up. It’s definitely gotta be the most interesting night of the summer, especially as she holds his gaze as Santana whispers something in her ear that causes her to blush.
He’d really like to know what that was, but he’s pretty fuckin’ grateful to San (those are words he never thought he’d say) as Rachel moves back over towards him with a sexy little walk he’d like to see her do right into his bedroom as she loses her clothes.
But baby steps.
She sits down on the seat directly opposite him, sending him a wink as she gets her own beer bottle and he watches her throat constrict as she swallows, and he can’t help where his mind goes.
He just can’t stop watching her, and he knows the pricks he calls his best friends are currently laughing like little girls, but shit, she has to be the legit sexiest thing he’s ever seen in his entire life.
She licks her lips and he knows he’s gotta be harder than stone right now. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat and tries to get his mind to think of innocent things, like his little sister and puppies, and holy fuck, why the hell is Rachel Berry so damn hot?
She moves around the fire and he watches, until she sits back in his lap and he wraps an arm casually around her waist. He likes her here, holding her as she plays with his fingers, intertwining them together.
And then she leans over to whisper something in his ear, and he legit doesn’t care what the hell she says, because he has a clear view right down the tiny little top she’s wearing that he thinks she may have borrowed off Brittany, but is looking totally amazing in.
(He thinks she looks amazing in everything, though, so this isn’t exactly new.)
He can’t believe she’s the same girl that broke up with him on the bleachers for wanting everything too much, because right now, she’s whispering words in his ear, telling him exactly what she does want (and apparently she wants things he can definitely get on board with, like to go home with him and see his bedroom and his bed, and holy fuck, he thinks he’s had dreams that have gone this way and he’s hoping like hell this isn’t another one.) as she offers him a smirk she totally stole off him.
He holds her that much tighter to him, kissing her bare shoulder and up her neck as she shivers.
“Cold?” He asks, and he thinks he actually cares.
She shakes her head, and he slides his other hand up her tiny skirt. Turns out, Rachel chilled out in summer equals shorter skirts than she’d wear at school. He definitely likes summer Rachel.
And when she jumps up to get more beer from inside, giving him a quick glimpse of what’s under said skirt, before winking at him and inviting him to help her in the kitchen, he thinks this is legit the best night ever.
He takes the opportunity to kiss her against Matt’s refrigerator, with no inquisitive (fuckin’ nosey) friends around to watch the show. She’s giving these little gasps as she tries to press herself as close to him as she can, and he’s definitely not complaining. Fuck, he loves this chick, no lie.
At 2am, things are starting to wind down, the fire burning out, and his hand is higher up her skirt and she’s beginning to whisper even dirtier things in his ear, and he can’t believe Rachel has it in her.
As she tells him she’s gonna come home with him, do things to him she’s wanted since those early days in her bedroom when she “had things confused - her feelings for Finn, for example,” he swears he might even fuckin’ propose to her, because that’s pretty much an, “I like you back, let’s get naked” and lets face it, that’s damn hot.
She knows what she wants. And apparently it’s him.
He takes her home and lets her know he really, really likes her too.