Curing Boredom {Puck}

[rachelberry]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2zgu9hc.jpg); width: 440px; padding-top:10px;] there's no sunrise --- Being the type of person who felt like she needed to be doing something at most times of the day, Rachel absolutely hated being bored. While she would normally spend some time with her fathers, they happened to be out of town and in Columbus for a business trip. It wasn't anything new, they had to go on those rather frequently. Not that Rachel felt neglected at all, especially since she could fend for herself and make her own meals. On most days, she'd also spend her afternoon doing homework and making a MySpace video before going to bed, but there hadn't been much homework assigned, and so she had finished it before she normally did. As for making a video, she surprisingly didn't have the energy for setting up the tripod and propping the video camera on top of it. So instead she sat on the couch in the living room, absentmindedly surfing channels. Her phone sat beside her on the couch, and she glanced at it every couple of minutes, as though it would magical light up, signaling an incoming text or call. Anything to save her from her boredom. She'd considered sending Kurt a text and seeing if he wanted to do anything, but in all honesty she didn't want to drive to the Hummel/Hudson residence, or have Kurt drive to her place. It would get dark in the next few hours, so really there was no point in wasting gas for a short visit. Biting her lip slightly, Rachel debated calling the person who lived only a few short streets away from her. After a few moments of debating she grabbed her phone and after making sure her keys were tucked into her jacket pocket made her way out to her car. Normally, Rachel would have called ahead of time to make sure it was alright if she stopped by, but Noah's mother practically adored her - if might have something to do with her being Jewish - and she doubted Noah would really mind if she stopped by unannounced. It wasn't too late, and she could have walked the distance of three blocks to get from her house to his, but she felt much safer driving. Call her paranoid, but the petite brunet tended to have quite an active imagination that had a tendency to run off with her. It didn't matter that Lima was a small town - she'd seen Buffy enough times to be wary. Not necessarily that her school was situated on top of a Hellmouth, but just to be cautious in general. A few minutes later found Rachel climbing out of her car and making her way up to the front door, raising her hand to knock. She listened to the sound of her knuckles against the wood and waited for someone to answer. tag: Noah word count: 476 lyric credit: colbie caillat notes: I wanted a pretty template after all, haha.

credit to baby darling ! @ caution 2.0

[noahpuckerman]

WHAT'LL DO YOU DO WHEN YOU GET LONELY
AND NOBODY'S WAITING BY YOUR SIDE?

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(layla, you got me begging darling please)
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Puck was rather screwed. Okay, so yeah, he hadn't gone to math class for a few years, because well, math sucked balls, but now he was a senior and he wanted out of this shithole, and his using math class as nap time was biting him in the ass. If he wanted any chance at getting out of Lima, he was going to have to improve his grades, so now, Puck found himself hunched over his desk attempting to do his Algebra 2 homework...which he didn't understand. He wanted a distraction-- playing some SuperMario Brothers sounded really good right now, or...he was pretty sure that Rachel was home alone and there were no Daddies Berries to watch him like a hawk, even though Puck was pretty sure that they liked him. Although, Puck wasn't sure if they knew that he was the reason why their daughter's dry cleaning bills had skyrocketed sophomore year.

Yeah, there was no way Puck was going to be able to make it though the homework, especially since he knew that Artie was busy with AV club or some shit like that tonight, and he wasn't going to ask Rachel for help. No-- if he did that, she'd make diagrams on Algebra homework and shit, and make him learn time management skills. But...he was totally going to go over to her house and distract her from her own homework, if she hadn't done it already. Thus, Puck grabbed the keys to his beat up pick up truck, and headed to the door.

He swung it open, to find Rachel standing right there in front of him. Well, damn, she looked good. He was glad that she didn't get a nose job- really, what the fuck was she thinking wanting Quinn's nose? That picture of her with Fabray's nose made her look like a pod person, and Rachel fucking looked HOT the way she was! Especially in the little white dress that she was in right now, that showed off those long, tiny legs of hers....”Sup, Berry? What brings you here?” Puck leaned against the doorway, blocking Rachel's way into his house. Really, it was for the tiny brunette's own good. His mother was home, and he was pretty sure that if his mom heard her loud, loud voice, his mom would swoop in on them and ask awkward questions and smother Rachel, and ask him why he hadn't tried dating a nice Jewish girl yet.

No, seriously, he was pretty sure his mom would crap herself if she realized that he and Rachel dated for a week and he had lost her to Finn-- really. There weren't that many hot Jewish girls hanging around Lima, and there were even fewer from Temple that his mom actually liked. “Wanna come in? I think Ma's cooking dinner right now if you want to hang around.” Of course, it wouldn't be that freaking vegan shit, but it'd be Kosher.

Word Count: 491
Tags: Rachel Barbara Berry
Lyrics: Layla - Derreck and the Dominos
Credit: Template by me!
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[rachelberry]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2zgu9hc.jpg); width: 440px; padding-top:10px;] there's no sunrise --- Rachel had been standing on the door step for a couple minutes now, and she was half tempted to turn back around and go to her car before driving herself home. No one had answered, but she wasn't too surprised. Mrs. Puckerman was a busy woman, and she couldn't very well expect her to jump at the sound of someone at the door. The Puckerman kids however, well, they kept themselves busy and normally waited till someone got tired of the knocking and would eventually get up to answer. Tonight was no different, but before she could really think about heading back to her car, the front door swung open and Noah stood in front of her, car keys in hand. She frowned lightly as she noticed that he was blocking the door frame - not that she'd really push her way in uninvited - and this usual smirk was present on his face. Biting the corner of her lip, Rachel raised one shoulder in a shrugging motion before answering, "I was bored." Her tone made it sound like it explained everything, which in her mind, it did. She raised her eyes from where they were currently looking down at her own car keys clutched in her hand to look up at him and offer a small smile. A quick glance over his shoulder told her that his sister and mother weren't hovering nearby, but she was pretty sure they weren't too much farther into the house. "I thought - if you're not busy, that is - that you might like some company," she continued, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear as she smoothed out invisible wrinkles in her dress. Noah always seemed to make her nervous, though she wasn't entirely sure why anymore. He hadn't thrown a slushie in her face in quite a while, so she didn't have to worry about that; and honestly, she considered him to be one of her best friends. Maybe it was his self-proclaimed 'bad-assness', as he liked to call it, that intimidated her a bit, but she did her best not to let it show. She glanced over his shoulder once more, and nodded with a bright smile, "That would be lovely," she knew the food most likely wouldn't be vegan, but she was sure there would be something she could eat, even if it was just a bit to be polite. "I'm not intruding though, am I?" she asked, wanting to be sure. Rachel couldn't quite imagine she would be if she was being invited in, but she didn't want to take any chances. At least no one could say she wasn't polite. tag: Noah word count: 445 lyric credit: colbie caillat notes: let me know if these templates are at all annoying to deal with and I can take them out. =]

credit to baby darling ! @ caution 2.0

[noahpuckerman]

WHAT'LL DO YOU DO WHEN YOU GET LONELY
AND NOBODY'S WAITING BY YOUR SIDE?

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(layla, you got me begging darling please)
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Yeah, trust freaking Berry to come over to his house when she was bored. Puck was well aware of the fact that he was Berry's go to guy and that anyone who could put one and one together would think that he was fucking whipped by the midget. Seriously, why else had he looked for a fucking Pomerian for her, knowing that the poor dog was going to be used as a fucking washcloth? Really, he liked Lauren even though the girl was a fucking bitch, but shit, telling Mercedes to make that and many other demands was crazy enough that they both should've been sent off to the mental hospital in Columbus. Point was, of course he was going to let Berry into his house, but the fact that his ma was screaming at him to 'be nice to that poor girl, Noah! Let her in right now!' had nothing to do with it. Really. Okay, so maybe Puck was whipped by his ma, too. But he wasn't going to admit to being whipped by anyone at all.

Moving out of the door way so she could come in, Puck plopped down on the living room sofa. “Well, come on in already!” Did Berry really think that she was intruding? Seriously? Mentally he was facepalming-- although in the past two, three years their relationship had been...fucked up to say the least, he and Berry had known each other since they were little kids. There weren't that many Jews in Lima, and even fewer of them were as badass as Berry and himself. Shit, he had even shown up to her bat mitzvah in a suit and tie and brought her star earrings as a present, okay? He knew this girl and what she liked and really, it'd take a dumbass not to notice that stars were kinda her thing. Hell, she signed everything with a gold star at the end of it, even Glee Club sign up sheets. “I wasn't doing anything, anyway-- I was just about to come bother you.”

Noah dropped his keys on the coffee table, scooting over on the cream colored, squishy sofa to make room for Rachel. He had been relieved to find out that she and Finn hadn't really gotten back together after Nationals- although, that shit pissed him off!- and really, having to watch that fucking kiss off the side of the stage had made him want to go on stage and strangle Finn. Yeah, Frankenteen was his boy and all, but that shit...that shit had cost them months of hard work, even if they had only written those sucky songs that week. But really, Puck...okay, since he and Rachel had started being friends again after that one week of dating and everything that had gone down their sophomore year, he had...so he was attached to the midget, okay? And seeing that kiss...Yeah, that shit wasn't cool! It had pissed him off so much that he had gone and punched a wall right before he had to get back on stage! And really, he wasn't quite sure why it had made him so mad at that moment. It wasn't like had organized a flash mob for her or anything, y'know.

“You wanna go upstairs to my room? If we stay down here my ma will probably come in here and start asking questions and she really don't need to know about me shoving fucking Jacob Ben Israel into a locker yesterday.” Really, Noah was still in shit with his ma for the whole trying to steal an ATM with her Volvo thing, but he had damn good reason to put Ben Israel into that locker. The whole being nice to fellow Jews thing didn't extend to guys who were trying to get shit on Glee club, and Puck took his role as am-badass-ador seriously.

Word Count: 643
Tags: Rachel Barbara Berry
Lyrics: Layla - Derreck and the Dominos
Credit: Template by me!
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[rachelberry]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2zgu9hc.jpg); width: 440px; padding-top:10px;] there's no sunrise --- Rachel stood on the doorstep as she waited fro him to say something. She knew that Noah was the person she came to in most occasions that varied from reason to reason, but he was always the person she felt most comfortable around. More than Finn, which she didn't used to think was possible. They'd known each other for years, ever since they were little, really, but they had never really been friends until after their week-long romance back in Sophomore year. When she had broken up with him he had told her they were never friends to begin with and that they wouldn't be friends after, but somehow over time they had grown closer between her using him to make Finn jealous and him convincing her not to get a nose job. She considered him one of her best friends, but that wasn't the only reason that she always went to him first for most things. She enjoyed his company, and valued his opinion. She knew she was one of the few people who actually believe that he could do well, and get out of Lima if he applied himself to his work. Rachel could hear his mother in the background calling out to him, and she smiled. She'd always liked the older woman, especially since she'd never seemed to have a problem with the fact that her fathers were gay like most of the rest of the town. She stepped over the threshold and closed the door behind her as she looked around the hallway briefly. It looked exactly the same as it did the last time she had been inside the Puckerman house, but she liked seeing the pictures hanging on the walls. It showed Noah's childhood and some of his life that she didn't think many got to see. She chuckled to herself as she listened to Noah's voice as she followed him into the living room. "You wouldn't have been bothering me," she said as she took the seat next to him, her arm brushing his as she smoothed her dress down. Rachel smiled over at him, because he really never could bother her. Drive her crazy, sometimes, but never really bother her. She pulled her legs up beneath her, and folded her hands on her lap. There wasn't much noise inside the house, but she could hear his mom bustling about in the kitchen, and his sister somewhere, upstairs most likely. He didn't say anything for a few minutes, but that wasn't anything new either. In most of their conversations, she was the one who talked the most, while he tended to sit and listen to her - or at least she assumed he listened...though it was more than likely he simply tuned her out - with his trademark smirk on his face. She wondered what he was thinking about, but didn't ask. With Noah she never knew if she'd receive an actual answer or a sound that he thought passed well enough for one. She nudged him lightly with her shoulder and opened her mouth to say something but he beat her to it. "Sure," she said with an amused smile. She never condoned violence, and constantly told him that it was never the answer, but she couldn't be too unhappy that he had shoved the other boy into a locker. If it was someone else, maybe, but since it was Jacob, she was actually kind of glad. The scrawny Jewish boy had always given her weird vibes, and constantly asked her inappropriate questions that shouldn't even cross his mind to begin with. Rachel spend most of her time trying to avoid the curly haired boy, but between school and temple, somehow he always managed to corner her at least once. She wouldn't tell him in case he took it as a reason to be more violent and get himself into more trouble, but she liked having Noah look out for her sometimes. She got up from the couch, smoothing down the skirt of her dress and smiled at him as she waited for him to lead the way. tag: Noah Puckerman word count: 687 lyric credit: colbie caillat notes: ---

credit to baby darling ! @ caution 2.0

[noahpuckerman]

WHAT'LL DO YOU DO WHEN YOU GET LONELY
AND NOBODY'S WAITING BY YOUR SIDE?

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(layla, you got me begging darling please)
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Puck got up from his seat on the couch and headed upstairs to his bedroom, opening the door for Rachel. “Well, this is where the magic happens, babe,” Puck said, as he tried to move some of stuff off of his bed and desk chair to make room for Rachel to sit somewhere. Puck wasn't a clean dude, okay? He had more important things to do than to clean house, and shit, he had a lot on his plate and he had to get shit done. That being said, his room was somewhat messy, and looked like a typical teenage boy's room. He had posters on his walls from various movies and musicians, like Neil Young and Fight Club and Star Wars, and as well as pictures and trophies from over the years all over his room, but there were a few things that made it distinctly his. Like the crate of old records and a beat up record player, his old football jersey, his guitar and accordian...and a couple of old cans of dip that he hadn't thrown out yet. “Sorry it's a mess, I haven't had time to clean my shit up here lately-- besides, not everyone's as anal retentive as you are, Berry.”

It was weird, Berry being so quiet- she usually talked so much that it made Puck want to light himself on fire or kiss her just to get her shut up, but her not talking as much was making Noah wonder if everything was alright with the midget. He kind of wondered if something else had happened between her and Frankenteen, or maybe that her dads being away so much got her...well, that wasn't something that Puck thought he could really help her with. His dad had run out on him and his ma and his little sister- who was currently singing Justin Beiber songs at the top of her lungs in her room a couple of doors down- when he was young, so he didn't quite understand what it was like to have a dad, let alone two that were both sometimes there. Shit, he didn't even remember the last time he had seen Mr. and Mr. Berry.

Puck pushed his text books off of his bed and sat down, throwing a football into a laundry hamper. So the football didn't belong there, but he needed the practice if they were going to win the state championship again! “So what's up with you lately, Berry? Jewfro's not still giving you shit, is he?” If he was honest, the truth was that he had heard a rumor that Jewfro was up to the same old shit as years past and was going after Rachel again, and Puck wasn't afraid to go back to his old ways and toss the pervert into a dumpster or put him in a port-a-potty and tip it over. He was like fucking Batman, he did the wrong things sometimes for the right reasons, and shit, okay, so maybe protecting Rachel was worth going to juvie again to him.

“Go ahead, sit anywhere,” he shrugged. “I don't have old condoms or cigarette butts laying around here, so it should be okay,” which was true. He had actually been abstinent for quite sometime, even since before he signed up to for Celibacy Club-- cause well, Lauren wouldn't let him kiss her, let alone have sex, and since the whole he got Quinn knocked up thing...yeah. It'd had been awhile for Puckerman. As for the cigarette butts, he had stopped smoking in the house since his mom had found his cigarette butts and chewed him out for smoking. Hell, what she didn't know couldn't hurt her, right? Besides, he was trying to quit, cause that shit was expensive and he needed money for other stuff.

Word Count: 638
Tags: Rachel Barbara Berry
Lyrics: Layla - Derreck and the Dominos
Credit: Template by me!
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[rachelberry]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2zgu9hc.jpg); width: 440px; padding-top:10px;] there's no sunrise --- Rachel followed Noah up the stairs, quickening her pace so she was only a few paces behind him. His longer legs got him up the stairs faster, and Rachel was taking a couple deep breathes once she reached the top of the stairs. She followed him into the room, looking around. Rachel wrinkled her nose slightly as she looked around the room. It looked like what she imagined a typical boy's room to be like. Messy and slightly disorganized, but in a way that she didn't doubt Noah could find anything he wanted or needed in the mess around the place. Not wanting to sit without being invited to - and mostly because she wasn't too comfortable in the mess either - the brunette stood around and looked around the room. Other than the mess on the floor and on some other surfaces around the room, there were movie and music posters along the walls, along with some of other things that she recognized as trophies and his instruments. Rachel walked over to some and looked at the words in scripted on the trophies before moving past them and turning around as she heard his words. "It's not a bad thing to be organized and neat, you know," she said in an offended tone, her eyes following the path the football took into the laundry hamper. She knew from the look he might even be aware that he was giving her, Rachel was being quieter than usual. She wasn't even sure why, it's not like there was a whole lot on her mind. She simply hated being bored, and sometimes didn't know what to do with herself when she was. Rachel looked around once more before looking back over at Noah and offering a small smile and a shake of her head. "Nothing really. You know how it is over at my house, rather dull and quiet." Her words were partially drowned out by his sister's voice singing at the top of her lungs a couple doors down, and she couldn't be sure whether he heard her or not. The brunette glanced at the door as the younger girl's voice picked up once more and she shook her head in amusement. So was this what it was like to have siblings? She obviously didn't know, and her fathers only had a couple siblings between the two of them, with kids who she never saw much. It was kind of nice, she thought, but maybe that was just from her point of view as an outsider. Turning back towards Noah, she shook her head at his next words with a small sigh. "No, nothing like that." At least yet, she couldn't help but add in her head, knowing it was probably best to leave those words unsaid. The last thing she wanted to do was say something that would cause the boy in front of her to do something stupid like hit Jacob and break his probation. Not just because it would affect the Glee club, but because she was worried about what would happen to his future if he went back to Juvie. "How was your summer?" she inquired instead of expanding on her previous answer. Sure, they were neighbors, but in some ways they still ran in different crowds and hung out with different people when they weren't getting together for Glee stuff. Rachel had been standing for the last couple of minutes, and her eyes widened at his words as she looked around the room quickly. It wasn't that she didn't believe him, but now she had the image of his words in her mind, and it really wasn't really a pleasant one. She turned to fix Noah with an indignant glare before letting out a huff and moving some things out of her way on the bed and taking the now open seat. "That was a disgusting mental image, Noah," she said as she crossed her legs and arms over each other. tag: Noah Puckerman word count: 667 lyric credit: colbie caillat notes: Only took me forever to finish this post. >.< I got so distracted, haha.

credit to baby darling ! @ caution 2.0

[noahpuckerman]

WHAT'LL DO YOU DO WHEN YOU GET LONELY
AND NOBODY'S WAITING BY YOUR SIDE?

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(layla, you got me begging darling please)
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Puck smirked at her, amused at her disgust at her bedroom and his remark about condoms and cigarettes, knowing that if she knew the truth that maybe she'd be proud of him, or whatever. Besides, not only had his mom chewed him out for smoking, but Coach Beiste had found him out on the bleachers smoking, and shit, did that woman ever have a badass backhand! That had fucking hurt! But he wasn't going to tell her that his badassness was fading, because he knew that at some pint, his bad boy image had ironically turned her on. Today, however, Noah was trying to be good and not offer her up a random make out session. And he was kind of tired of that, to be honest. He wasn't tired of kissing her by no means, it was the being the random rebound hook up that he was tired of. Although, that would probably help his campaign to regain the title of the most badass guy at McKinley...but Rachel wasn't the kind of girl that you used for that kind of shit, nope. No, if he wanted to do some shit like boost his popularity he'd be Santana's man-beard or go out with Quinn again and both of that shit was not gonna happen, ever. He was totally cool with Santana and was okay with the whole 'she likes to eat fish' thing, and yeah, he had totally figured that shit out. It was hard not to- the girl wore overalls and the way she looked at Brittany was a dead give away. And Quinn...yeah, that ship had fucking gone down like the damn Titantic. He wasn't going there, ever, and he wasn't even going to think about it.

“It blowed, to be honest,” Puck spoke, resting his arms on the top of his legs, hunched over as he looked at the tiny brunette. “I reopened my pool cleaning business cause I figured that I could use the extra money, and I had football practice twice a day, and summer school, so yeah, it really blowed. And then Lauren dumped my ass, saying that I lost my balls or some shit like that, but it was kinda hard seeing as she had a grip around them so tight they turned blue, figuratively, speaking.” Yeah, Puck definitely get anywhere close to sexual with Lauren. Which, he was kinda glad that he didn't. She wasn't really his type, if he was honest with himself, and although Lauren was a cool, tough chick, Noah was pretty damn sure that he was only using her subconsciously to distract him from everything else that was going on inside of his head. Like how he missed his baby or how girls that he wanted always wanted somebody else that treated him like shit.

“And, Ma made me go over to clean Nana Connie's garage and move shit for her, and that place was a fucking pig sty, even worse than my room. I think Nana Connie's like a hoarder or a shopaholic or something like that, but I did get a lot of old records from it, so it wasn't really that bad.” And besides, Nana Connie always sent him home with a shit load of baked goods and snacks and pocket money, and she was a cool chick, even if she did smell weird and had practically blue hair. Noah was definitely a sucker for ladies in his life, and in a way, that was pretty awesome and badass, because he knew that it was a fucking cowardly thing to do to run out on a bunch of girls that needed him.

“And then I got roped into babysitting at the JCC daycamp, cause apparently I'm the only guy they knew that could teach the boys about basketball and football.” And maybe he had volunteered, cause that stuff looked good on college applications and maybe he was really good at taking care of kids. And some of those kids didn't have dads, and he was a dad without a baby, kinda... “I bet yours was way more interesting than mine, to be honest. What did you get into, anyway? I feel like I didn't see your fine ass anywhere this summer-- your dads ship you off to dance camp or something like that?” Yeah, he totally wouldn't be surprised if that was what happened. And yeah, he had missed Rachel a lot over the summer, seeing as she was his best friend and all.

Word Count: 755
Note: I am SO sorry that it's so long! Sometimes he starts rambling and I can't stop him!
Tags: Rachel Barbara Berry
Lyrics: Layla - Derreck and the Dominos
Credit: Template by me!
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[rachelberry]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2zgu9hc.jpg); width: 440px; padding-top:10px;] there's no sunrise --- Shaking her head at the smirk he was giving her, Rachel nudged his shoulder with hers once more. She couldn't read his expression easily, and had to wonder what he was thinking about. Maybe the same thing she was, how it was their last year in high school before moving on to bigger and better things. And even though many didn't believe it - sometimes she felt like he didn't either - Rachel knew that Noah would make it out of Lima. He was much smarter than people and even he himself gave him credit for, and he had a determination that could almost match hers. She tried to keep the scowl on her face as she listened to him talk about his summer, but Rachel could soon feel it giving way to a smile. She should be offended at his crudeness and vulgar language, but honestly, she was used to it by now. After years of knowing him, she could easily let it roll off her back and move on just as easily as the words rolled off his tongue. Rachel rolled her eyes at his description of his and Lauren's last conversation as a couple, but it was halfhearted. The smile was still tugging at her lips, and she had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from betraying herself. Like many of the other Glee club members, Rachel hadn't quite understood what Noah's infatuation with Lauren had been, but it was nice to see him with a girl different than his typical conquests. She was a lot like him in many ways, and even if she had driven Rachel crazy right before they were to preform for Regionals because of her ridiculous demands for a candy that no stores seemed to sell, she had to admit they seemed to work well enough together. Apparently she was wrong though, but she had to notice he didn't seem too broken up about it. "I'm sure your, uh, 'badassness' is still very much in place, Noah," she said with a small laugh, tripping over the foreign word only once as she reached out and patted his hand. She fell quiet once more as she listened to him continue telling her about his summer, smiling slightly at the mention of his grandmother. She'd met the woman maybe once or twice in her life, and never for a long enough period of time to know much about her, but she seemed nice enough. And Rachel knew Noah well enough to know he seemed to have a soft spot for the women in his family. Even though he'd called his sister a brat and annoying more times than she could count, she knew he'd do just about anything for the younger girl. "I'm sure it was nice for her to have you help rather than hiring someone," she said with another smile, uncrossing her arms and resting her hands on her lap. Rachel had to admit she was slightly surprised that he had worked at the JCC. Not because it was an odd thought, but just because she'd imagined he would have spent any free time of his summer sitting in his room and playing video games. But she could easily picture him with the kids at the community center, teaching them the rules of football and basketball, and the positions...did basketball even have positions? Though he would rarely admit it, he was good with kids, and they seemed to like him well enough too. "You've always been pretty good with kids. When you're not letting every swear word you know come out of your mouth around them, at least," she teased, wondering how he would have been with his own kid if he and Quinn hadn't given her up, and if Shelby hadn't adopted her. Shaking her head at his question - as well to shake away the thought and pain that came with thinking about Shelby - Rachel let out a small laugh once more. "No, nothing like that. I did do quite a few dance and voice lessons this summer, but I mostly did them here." She shrugged one shoulder before continuing, "I spent some time with Kurt and Blaine, but it's kind of awkward being a third wheel. Other than that, I mostly spent the summer with my fathers and preparing for the school year." Now that she thought of it, her summer actually sounded quite boring, and Rachel almost wished she had something more exciting to say. She had always been branded as the good girl, or the stick in the mud, and she was starting to feel like that's all she might ever be. After all, her last attempt to change her reputation was the whole Run Joey Run incident while she'd been dating Jesse last year, and that had been a disaster. tag: Noah Puckerman word count: 811 lyric credit: colbie caillat notes: Like I told Haley...I think I channel Rachel a lot! So sorry for the giant reply!

credit to baby darling ! @ caution 2.0

[noahpuckerman]

WHAT'LL DO YOU DO WHEN YOU GET LONELY
AND NOBODY'S WAITING BY YOUR SIDE?

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(layla, you got me begging darling please)
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Puck nudged her back gently in the shoulder, not wanting to hurt her. “Really? That's all that you did this summer? I figured your dads would've like, ship you off to camp or drag you back to New York again or something more exciting. That...well, shit, Rach, that sounds boring! We should do something fun to spice it up, that way if anyone asks you had an awesome summer,” Puck nudged her again, smirking. Okay, so Puck was maybe...just maybe planning another party at the Berries' house if he could talk her into it. That last party had been awesome, especially after he had talked her into breaking into her dads' liquor cabinent. Of course, Puck had did exactly what he said and replaced everything that the Gleeks had drank. Hell, he didn't know so many of the glee club members could drink like fish. Seriously, he had no clue that his bro Artie could fucking like, mix drinks and shit-- how in the hell did he know how to make Blood Mary's?

He rubbed the back of his neck, shrugging sheepishly. “Well, I had to be, taking care of Abby all this time, you know? Somebody had to help Mom with her,” he ran his hand over his mohawk somewhat nervously. It wasn't often that he even got close to the subject of his dad leaving and having to help his mom as much as he did, even if it wasn’t a big secret. Everyone in Lima knew about Elijah Puckerman running out on his wife and kids and the messy divorce afterwards. And all this talk of him being good with kids? Yeah, that was kind of like a knife to the heart. He knew he would've been a good dad to his and Quinn's baby, if Quinn didn't hand her off to Rachel's egg donor. Which, was really fucked up, if someone asked Puck about it, but hell, he didn't get any say when it came to that whole situation. “You should've come and helped, too! Bet Juilliard would've ate that shit up, you working with little girls turning them into little Mini-Berries. That shit looks good on college apps, at least, that's what this site on the internet I looked at said,” Puck looked over at her, hand still on the back of his neck.

Things with him and Rachel, they were weird. They were good friends, yeah, and they had known each other for ages, but it was only since they had dated for that week back in their sophomore year before they had really built their friendship, but thing was? Rachel was hot, ambitious, smart...and yes, being Jewish helped, because his heritage and faith did mean a lot more to Puck than what he led on, and all of that...Well, it made Rachel extremely attractive, but she was also Rachel. Which meant, even if Puck did really like her, one, he'd have to deal with Finn being all pissy at him, especially since he did promise to not make out with her or anything like that. And two, he was in the friendzone, so even if he liked her, he'd be even more screwed.

“So you like...didn't hang out with Finn or anything over summer? I thought you guys were back together,” Which was the whole reason why he had been avoiding her and Finn all summer- he didn't want to watch the Finchel show even more than he had to. Hell, they had cost the Glee club nationals, and yeah, he blamed Finn more than Rachel, and he kind of blamed himself, seeing as he had been the one to tell Finn about that date idea that he had. Seriously, he was kicking the shit out himself that! What in the hell had he been thinking when he done that? “Did you guys already split again or something? Because Rach, if you did, I'm sorry, but that's the best fucking thing that could've happened to you, seriously.”

Word Count: 660
Tags: Rachel Barbara Berry
Lyrics: Layla - Derreck and the Dominos
Note: Sorry it took so long! Things got insane at my board and I had to take care of it >.<
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[rachelberry]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2zgu9hc.jpg); width: 440px; padding-top:10px;] there's no sunrise --- Rachel smiled softly when he nudged her back, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear. He had always shown a softer side around her when they were alone versus the side he showed to everyone else, and she had to admit she liked this side of him much better. Around her, he was always more Noah than Puck, though there were certainly traces of one in the other. She let out a small laugh, shaking her head at his words. "My summer was not boring!" she exclaimed, even though she had actually just been thinking that it had been rather dull. "I just didn't do as much this year as I have in years previous." Rachel tried to keep her tone somewhat offended, but laughed once more as he nudged her and smirked. "What do you mean by something fun?" she asked, her tone skeptical, though it was laced with curiosity. She had a feeling that whatever was on his mind would be something that would probably be way out of her comfort zone, but she was willing to hear him out before putting her foot down and saying no. She offered another soft smile as she watched him get sheepish. Making him uncomfortable hadn't been her intention at all, but she knew he probably wasn't used to receiving many compliments that didn't have to do with sex or anything along those lines. When he mentioned helping his mom raise Abby, Rachel unconsciously reached over and took his free hand between hers. She was probably stepping over any invisible boundary lines they had in place, and no doubt that in a couple of minutes, or even seconds he'd move his hand away, but she wanted to offer support and comfort with actions versus words. "You're a great older brother," she said fondly, thinking over the times she'd seen him interact with the younger girl, "Even though I'm sure she drives you insane, and you drive her insane...but you look out for her and take care of her." It wasn't news to anyone who lived in Lima that Noah's dad had run out on his family when they were only around seven or eight, and Rachel had a feeling that was what lead to his whole transformation into Puck, the self proclaimed 'bad-ass'. She laughed at his words, shaking her head in mock annoyance. "'Mini-Berries'?" she repeated, "What is that supposed to mean?" She glanced over at him from the corner of her eye, thinking over his question. Was it just her, or did he seem hesitant to ask? Chances were it was just her reading into things too much like she tended to do often, and she forced her focus back on his question. "No, not much. We talked online a couple of times, but that was really it." she said with a small shrug before confusion passed over her face. She had actually expected most of the Glee club to know that she and Finn didn't get back together, with the way that gossip spread like wild fire and everything. But it was nice to know that the gossips in the town didn't know everything about people's lives. "No, we didn't break up again. We didn't actually, uh, start again." Rachel added quickly, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. "After we got back to Lima we talked about it, and decided that we're much better off as friends than anything romantic. We've tried that a couple of times now, and seeing as they didn't work out well in the past, I don't think a third or fourth time would have been any different." Taking a breath, she glanced over at him again before asking, "Why do you say that it's the best thing that could have happened to me?" Her tone was curious as she watched him, trying to get any clues from his expression. tag: Noah Puckerman word count: 653 lyric credit: colbie caillat notes: That's alright!

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[noahpuckerman]

WHAT'LL DO YOU DO WHEN YOU GET LONELY
AND NOBODY'S WAITING BY YOUR SIDE?

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(layla, you got me begging darling please)
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Oh fuck. She was holding his hand! How in the hell?! Why? Was she trying to kill him? God, did she even know that maybe, he had feelings for her and that he'd do anything for this dramatic midget who liked to wear animal sweaters? Actually, Puck was pretty sure that only his lesbro Satan knew that he liked Rachel, and shit, he hadn't even really come to terms with it himself. Like, he was breaking the bro code and his promise to Finn, but hell, he hadn't even talked to Finn as of late, and he was pretty fucking sure that he was as in the friend zone with Rachel. That's what he got for the whole 'let's be nice to Jews named Rachel' thing, honestly- cause now he was screwed, because once a dude was in the friendzone, there was no out-- it was like the Bermuda Triangle or the Twilight Zone. Besides, she had seen him soft, and that shit wasn't sexy or badass. Shit. Although...he wasn't going to pull away. Her hand was soft and it felt nice, and shit, it was better than nothing, right?

“You know exactly what I mean-- you'd make them into your little Mini-Berry clone army of girls who wanna be just like you and sing and dance and take over Broadway and Glee clubs all over the country, and you'd be their queen,” Puck said somewhat jokingly, a smirk on his face. Yup. Still holding her tiny, tiny hands that didn't look like man hands. “And what I was talking about was another kickass party, like the one we had last spring. I'd bring all the booze this time, and I'll help clean up after I get over my hangover.” Okay, so Puck had been kinda pissed at the bottle for that move during Spin the Bottle, like, seriously- couldn't have moved over a bit more so he could kiss her? Sure, Lauren would've ripped his balls off for that, but fuck, that had been a let down. Damnit. “C'mon, it'd be a good...team bonding exercise for Glee, and your dads are away again. And this time we'll do a better job of hiding it from Schue and we're not under that contract, so we wouldn't be do anything wrong.” Puck would be lying if he didn't say that he had thought about this earlier. Booze was a good way to get all the Gleeks together outside of school, and really, he thought that maybe this would be a good way for him to...sweep in and take the male lead and the co-captainship of Glee. That shit looked good on college apps, and he already did lots of shit for show choir-- Noah just felt like he deserved more recognition, and to get that, he had to find a way to steal that spot.

“And I say that cause it's true, Rach,” Puck said honestly, looking at her with a face that clearly screamed that he was being truthful with her, and that he wasn't trying to hurt her. “Finn...he's a good guy, but he's not a good guy to you. Actually, the dude treats you pretty shitty, in my opinion. And if the two of you tried that whole...Finchel shit again, he'd drag your ass down, and he's...the kind of guy that'd be fricking happy staying in Ohio and having two and a half kids and the picket fence shit. And Ohio's...Ohio and that kind of life is all sorts of fucking wrong for you. It's like...eating a BLT with cheese during Passover, it breaks all the rules and it doesn't make any fucking sense. You're...New York and Broadway and you were happy there when we went to Nationals, more happier than I've ever seen you.” It was obvious how freaking relieved Puck was when she told him that they hadn't even gone there again. When Rachel was with Finn, it drove him nuts-- she didn't even act like herself half the the time, she was like..this...whiny...desperate girl with beer goggles on. “And Rachel, you...you deserve someone who respects you and your dreams, and wants you to go after them. Not someone who keeps you from kicking ass at Nationals and then wrecks any chance you have at winning when you bust your ass all year long trying to get us there. Now....wanna make or something?”

Word Count: 735
Note: Wanna make out? and NoahPuck's Honesty Face?
Tags: Rachel Barbara Berry
Lyrics: Layla - Derreck and the Dominos
Credit: Template by me!
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[rachelberry]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2zgu9hc.jpg); width: 440px; padding-top:10px;] there's no sunrise --- He wasn't pulling his hand away from hers, and Rachel had to bite back a wide smile. She knew if she was anyone else, he would immediately yank his hand away and say something (probably offensive), but instead he just sat there and let her rub slow circles over the skin of the back of his hand with her thumb. If asked she'd probably deny it, but she loved that she was the only person from their group of friends and acquaintances that he let see this side of him. When he answered her question, she paused her thumbs movements before laughing. He made it sound like it would be a terrible thing to have little girls idolize her, but Rachel could only find it amusing. "I thought I was a princess, not a queen," she joked, referencing the nickname he seemed to enjoy calling her by when it was just the two of them. The brunette wrinkled her nose slightly at the mention of another party. "Kickass? That thing was a train wreck," Rachel said before glancing up to see him smirking and continued, "I kissed Blaine. Who's gay. And then I asked him out afterwards!" Between herself, Kurt and Blaine, there seemed to be an unspoken agreement to not mention the whole incident again (she was more than happy to oblige, given how embarrassed she still was.), but she was pretty sure she'd be forgiven if she used it for emphasis on why another party shouldn't happen. "Aren't you sweet, then? Offering to bring the alcohol and everything," Rachel teased with a roll of her eyes, even though she was biting back another smile. As much as she didn't want to admit it, there was a bit of appeal to having another party, and it was their senior year after all. Wasn't this the kind of things teenagers were supposed to do? Rachel let out a dramatic sigh before looking back up at him. "I'll..I'll think about it." There, that didn't sound like a definite yes, but she knew Noah would be able to tell that she could be persuaded to agreeing. He started talking again, and Rachel began moving her thumb in the same circular pattern that it had been moving in before. His expression told her that he was just answering her question honestly (he had never once lied to her) but it didn't make it any easier to hear the words. She didn't have any romantic feelings for Finn anymore, but he was still her first love. Sometimes Rachel wondered if she still saw him as the boy that could do no wrong in her eyes, but she had to admit that what Noah was saying was a valid point. Finn could make it out of Lima if he wanted, she wasn't worried about that, but it was more a matter of whether or not he would want to stay. And like she told Kurt when they were on that stage...New York, performing, Broadway...those were her true loves. Rachel looked up at Puck once more and arched an eyebrow at the last comment. She reached out and swatted at his chest with her free hand, even as a small laugh tumbled from her lips. "Only you could make an amazing speech like that and then ruin it by saying 'Now, wanna make out or something?'" she quoted, deepening her voice slightly in an attempt to match his and rolled her eyes. Her eyes flicked down to his lips before she could stop them, but that couldn't be held against her. After all, Noah's the one who brought it up, and she'd always enjoyed kissing him...deciding to act before her brain when into overdrive and she could talk herself out of it, Rachel's free hand went up to rest on the side of his neck, the pad of her thumb grazing his cheek and her nose bumping his as she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. tag: Noah Puckerman word count: 667 lyric credit: colbie caillat notes: I tried to match yours, but my muse ran away at some point during this. Sorry about that!

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