Glee Fic: Our Dirty Little Secret 3/7
Title: Our Dirty Little Secret
Author: wander_lust_79
Characters: Noah (Puck) Puckerman, Mrs. Hudson, Rachel Berry
Fandoms: Glee
Rating: M for innuendos
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, wish I did, or could at least be in an episode.
Summary: Puck gets an interesting phone call from Finn's mom. He kind of gets things all wrong, and humor insues. Thankfully Rachel's there in the end to set him straight. There are 7 parts total. Complete. Thank you to robynadele0406 and bostongirl2003 for being awesome betas!
Chapter 1, Chapter 2
Noah worked for a little while longer trying to figure out what the problem was, he had done this at home enough to know five or six things to try before giving up. As he worked he heard Finn’s mom moving about the house, she passed the bathroom door several times, but didn’t stop to speak with him. He was finally getting his common sense back when Mrs. H came into the bathroom again.
“Don’t mind me Noah, just putting away some towels.” She moved towards the linen closet, putting the laundry basket down on the ground by her feet. Like most mothers she absently began talking, knowing she had a captive audience, Puck was trapped under the sink working. “I’m so excited about next Friday.” She told him.
“Yeah!” He responded. He had learned from his own mother long ago; when she’s talking, even if you’re not really listening, she expects a response. Puck continued what he was doing.
“In all the years you and Finn have been friends I’ve never been to your house for a real Jewish dinner.” She went on, “I was so thrilled when your mom asked me to come over for the first night of Hanukah.”
“Uh hum.”
“It’s just so exciting!” She continued to gush, but Puck really wasn’t listening.
“Do you think we can do it?” She asked, pulling Puck back to the present.
“What?” He sputtered out as he tried to sit up quickly, knocking his head on the underside of the counter. “Damn it!”
“Oh Noah!” She gushed as she moved down to his side to see if he was alright. “Are you hurt?” She asked concern thick in her voice.
He rubbed at his forehead, so confused about what was happening here. “Yeah, fine!” He told her, not chancing a look in her direction. “What did you just ask me?”
She blushed a little, embarrassed by what she had asked. “Never mind, it was silly.” She told him as she moved to get up from his side on the floor.
Puck swallowed hard, this was too unreal, but he had to know what she had meant when she asked ‘could they do it?’’. “No… I… just didn’t hear you.” He lied, not telling her he had tuned her out so he could work.
She gave him a sheepish smile, her eyes brightening up, “Well I was just wondering if we could play a game.” She looked away nervously.
Puck felt the blood drain out of his face, what in the world was happening here. Sure, he was a total badass and a stud, but this, this was just insane. “Um I…” He couldn’t get the words out.
“Yeah, you know, that driedle game, with the top. I don’t know anything about it, but it looks like it would be fun.” She told him feeling a bit childish.
Realization dawned on him as to what she was asking and he dropped his head into his hands mortified that he thought such awful things about Mrs. H. What was wrong with him? He gave a slight groan of disgust.
“Oh my, you must have really hurt yourself when you hit your head.” She reached out her hand to him, “Come with me, we’re putting some ice on that head.”
Puck felt a slight twitch in his pants, but tried to ignore it. There was a special place in Hell for him, and this moment just proved it. He got up off the floor and followed Mrs. H. into the kitchen; taking a seat at one of the counter stools as he waited for her to grab an icepack from the freezer. Her son was an athlete; it was standard to have at least two icepacks in the fridge at all times.
As she handed over the icepack to him the door bell rang. “Oh that must be Rachel!” Mrs. H said excitedly as she headed from the front door.
If possible, Puck was even more confused. He was pretty sure he knew which Rachel was at the Hudson’s front door, what he didn’t know is why.
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