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cruiscin_lan) wrote2010-01-21 10:12 am
FIC: At First
Title: At First
Characters: Puck/Rachel
Word Count: 1237
Rating: R
Disclaimer: If I owned Glee then all proceeds would go towards the Howard Bamboo Legal Defense Fund.
Spoilers/Warnings: Spoilers up to "Sectionals."
Summary: ...for some reason he still watches the tempting sway of her skirt when she flounces out of the music room in a huff, and she unconsciously sits beside him when she returns.
A/N: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
psychme, who won me in the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
help_haiti fandom auction. Also big ups to cameroncrazed, beta extraordinaire.
The first time he slushies her is October of freshman year. Six weeks into the school year is more than enough time needed for Rachel to annoy the entire McKinley High student body with her attention-seeking ways. She manages to join at least ten clubs, and when the Cheerios reject her, she campaigns to form a flag line (according to Figgins, there isn't room in the budget). So even if no one knows her name, everyone recognizes her in the hallway, and it's during one of her more obnoxious appeals to the junior varsity football team for their support that Puck finally snaps. Without even thinking he tosses his ice-cold drink from 7-Eleven all over her pristine white cashmere sweater.
The gesture quickly cements his reputation as an asshole while at the same time earns him the respect of the upperclassmen, especially those on the football team. Puck starts to think of it as a running gag, like in a cartoon - he's Foghorn Leghorn and Rachel's the tiny obnoxious chicken hawk, or something like that.
It doesn't bother him to see her flinch from the corner of his eye whenever he passes her in the hallway.
*****
The first time they kiss doesn't count, really, because she's got Finn on her mind and he's just making out for the sake of making out. It's not even good. It's mostly just weird for Rachel, considering she doesn't even like him (Puck, on the other hand, is used to kissing people he doesn't really like. It's a solid business practice, as far as he's concerned.)
It isn't really a relationship. They never go on a date, and they never call one another boyfriend and girlfriend. It should be easy, then, to put the whole thing behind them when they break up. But for some reason he still watches the tempting sway of her skirt when she flounces out of the music room in a huff, and she unconsciously sits beside him when she returns.
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The first time they dance together (not just for Glee practice, or something) is at the Sadie Hawkins, when the girls invite the boys and they all show up wearing matching khakis and sweaters, not long after the glee club's sectionals win. It's the lamest event of the year, but Quinn asks him to go with her. Even as she's struggling to do this on her own, she's also still trying to hold onto anything remotely normal in her life, and serving as a date to the high school dance is the least he can do for her. Quinn's less interested in him, however, than she is in spending time with the few people who are still her friends, so it doesn't take Puck long to let his gaze wander across the gymnasium.
That's when he sees her, leaning up against the wall. She stands out because she's the only person he can find wearing that particular shade of sunshine yellow. Even Brittany could figure out that her date must have stood her up.
"Hey, Quinn," he says, turning to his own date. She's sitting at a table with Brittany and Becky, of all people, chatting happily away. "Do you mind if I go say hi to Berry?"
Quinn follows the line of his gaze to where Rachel stands all alone, and she gives Puck a sad smile and a small nod and he's gone.
"Hey, Rach," he says to her, and she's been so intently staring at her feet the whole time that she jumps when he says her name.
"Noah!" she gasps as she regains her composure. "Why are you talking to me? I thought you came with Quinn."
"She's talking to, like, Brittany and stuff," Puck briefly explains. "Where's your date?"
"He... he was supposed to meet me here," Rachel replies. It's sad that she's still holding on to a glimmer of hope that he might come, her knight in shining armor, to rescue her from the humiliation of being all by herself at the dance.
"Finn's stood you up before, hasn't he?" Puck asks, and Rachel is this close to tears. She's thinking of the time he kissed her and then ran out of the auditorium, the time he led her on so she'd join the Glee club again, how he'd left her on her own for the co-captain pictures, and suddenly her heart is breaking.
Puck doesn't have the best track record at comforting chicks who cry, so he acts on instinct, taking her by the hand and leading her to the dance floor. It's a slow song, not anything he would have chosen intentionally, but he's learned a move or two from Mr. Schuester so he's not completely hopeless. He sets his hands on her waist as she places hers on his shoulders, and they move together one-two-three one-two-three in time with the music.
For a few brief measures, at least, they're perfectly in sync.
*****
The first time they do it isn't the first time for either of them. He's more experienced than she is, by far, but she's no longer a blushing virgin herself. She's been with Finn for four months now and one night when she feels like she's losing his attention she calls Puck, who is used to coming when he's called so he doesn't even think to refuse.
They meet in the 7-Eleven parking lot. She brings wine coolers. It feels a little bit like deja vu to him, except this time he's got a condom.
They fumble in the back seat of her car for a while. Their kisses are sloppy and awkward; their touches are urgent and nervous. She moves faster than he expects, losing her sweater and her shirt before he's even hard. He unfastens his belt and his jeans and lets them fall down his thighs as he lifts her skirt and she pulls the dainty, lacy fabric of her panties aside.
It's quick, it's stupid, it's wrong, and she's thinking of Finn the whole time again, so maybe this doesn't count either.
*****
The last time they talk to one another is at their high school graduation. He just barely makes the grades to walk; she's salutatorian (she tried appealing to Figgins, but two gay dads with connections with the ACLU could only get her so far with the disaffected principal after a while). Of course they tell each other they'll hang out over the summer, of course they say they'll keep in touch - that's the sort of thing everyone tells each other to keep from having to say an honest-to-god goodbye.
Her dream is to go to Juilliard, but she ends up at a performing arts school in Pittsburgh instead. He keeps up his pool-cleaning business and lives at his mom's while he takes a few classes at the nearest professional school.
They run into one another purely by chance, when she's home for the holidays in the middle of her junior year.
"Puck? Noah Puckerman, is that you?" she asks. "You look really different without the mohawk."
He smiles back at her. "I see you've discovered how to dress like a grown-up."
It's a little strange, at first, but they banter a little and exchange contact information, but he can't wait more than an hour before calling her up and inviting her out. She accepts without hesitation.
It's like love at first sight, the second time around.
[Poll #1514602]
Characters: Puck/Rachel
Word Count: 1237
Rating: R
Disclaimer: If I owned Glee then all proceeds would go towards the Howard Bamboo Legal Defense Fund.
Spoilers/Warnings: Spoilers up to "Sectionals."
Summary: ...for some reason he still watches the tempting sway of her skirt when she flounces out of the music room in a huff, and she unconsciously sits beside him when she returns.
A/N: Written for
psychme, who won me in the help_haiti fandom auction. Also big ups to cameroncrazed, beta extraordinaire.The first time he slushies her is October of freshman year. Six weeks into the school year is more than enough time needed for Rachel to annoy the entire McKinley High student body with her attention-seeking ways. She manages to join at least ten clubs, and when the Cheerios reject her, she campaigns to form a flag line (according to Figgins, there isn't room in the budget). So even if no one knows her name, everyone recognizes her in the hallway, and it's during one of her more obnoxious appeals to the junior varsity football team for their support that Puck finally snaps. Without even thinking he tosses his ice-cold drink from 7-Eleven all over her pristine white cashmere sweater.
The gesture quickly cements his reputation as an asshole while at the same time earns him the respect of the upperclassmen, especially those on the football team. Puck starts to think of it as a running gag, like in a cartoon - he's Foghorn Leghorn and Rachel's the tiny obnoxious chicken hawk, or something like that.
It doesn't bother him to see her flinch from the corner of his eye whenever he passes her in the hallway.
The first time they kiss doesn't count, really, because she's got Finn on her mind and he's just making out for the sake of making out. It's not even good. It's mostly just weird for Rachel, considering she doesn't even like him (Puck, on the other hand, is used to kissing people he doesn't really like. It's a solid business practice, as far as he's concerned.)
It isn't really a relationship. They never go on a date, and they never call one another boyfriend and girlfriend. It should be easy, then, to put the whole thing behind them when they break up. But for some reason he still watches the tempting sway of her skirt when she flounces out of the music room in a huff, and she unconsciously sits beside him when she returns.
The first time they dance together (not just for Glee practice, or something) is at the Sadie Hawkins, when the girls invite the boys and they all show up wearing matching khakis and sweaters, not long after the glee club's sectionals win. It's the lamest event of the year, but Quinn asks him to go with her. Even as she's struggling to do this on her own, she's also still trying to hold onto anything remotely normal in her life, and serving as a date to the high school dance is the least he can do for her. Quinn's less interested in him, however, than she is in spending time with the few people who are still her friends, so it doesn't take Puck long to let his gaze wander across the gymnasium.
That's when he sees her, leaning up against the wall. She stands out because she's the only person he can find wearing that particular shade of sunshine yellow. Even Brittany could figure out that her date must have stood her up.
"Hey, Quinn," he says, turning to his own date. She's sitting at a table with Brittany and Becky, of all people, chatting happily away. "Do you mind if I go say hi to Berry?"
Quinn follows the line of his gaze to where Rachel stands all alone, and she gives Puck a sad smile and a small nod and he's gone.
"Hey, Rach," he says to her, and she's been so intently staring at her feet the whole time that she jumps when he says her name.
"Noah!" she gasps as she regains her composure. "Why are you talking to me? I thought you came with Quinn."
"She's talking to, like, Brittany and stuff," Puck briefly explains. "Where's your date?"
"He... he was supposed to meet me here," Rachel replies. It's sad that she's still holding on to a glimmer of hope that he might come, her knight in shining armor, to rescue her from the humiliation of being all by herself at the dance.
"Finn's stood you up before, hasn't he?" Puck asks, and Rachel is this close to tears. She's thinking of the time he kissed her and then ran out of the auditorium, the time he led her on so she'd join the Glee club again, how he'd left her on her own for the co-captain pictures, and suddenly her heart is breaking.
Puck doesn't have the best track record at comforting chicks who cry, so he acts on instinct, taking her by the hand and leading her to the dance floor. It's a slow song, not anything he would have chosen intentionally, but he's learned a move or two from Mr. Schuester so he's not completely hopeless. He sets his hands on her waist as she places hers on his shoulders, and they move together one-two-three one-two-three in time with the music.
For a few brief measures, at least, they're perfectly in sync.
The first time they do it isn't the first time for either of them. He's more experienced than she is, by far, but she's no longer a blushing virgin herself. She's been with Finn for four months now and one night when she feels like she's losing his attention she calls Puck, who is used to coming when he's called so he doesn't even think to refuse.
They meet in the 7-Eleven parking lot. She brings wine coolers. It feels a little bit like deja vu to him, except this time he's got a condom.
They fumble in the back seat of her car for a while. Their kisses are sloppy and awkward; their touches are urgent and nervous. She moves faster than he expects, losing her sweater and her shirt before he's even hard. He unfastens his belt and his jeans and lets them fall down his thighs as he lifts her skirt and she pulls the dainty, lacy fabric of her panties aside.
It's quick, it's stupid, it's wrong, and she's thinking of Finn the whole time again, so maybe this doesn't count either.
The last time they talk to one another is at their high school graduation. He just barely makes the grades to walk; she's salutatorian (she tried appealing to Figgins, but two gay dads with connections with the ACLU could only get her so far with the disaffected principal after a while). Of course they tell each other they'll hang out over the summer, of course they say they'll keep in touch - that's the sort of thing everyone tells each other to keep from having to say an honest-to-god goodbye.
Her dream is to go to Juilliard, but she ends up at a performing arts school in Pittsburgh instead. He keeps up his pool-cleaning business and lives at his mom's while he takes a few classes at the nearest professional school.
They run into one another purely by chance, when she's home for the holidays in the middle of her junior year.
"Puck? Noah Puckerman, is that you?" she asks. "You look really different without the mohawk."
He smiles back at her. "I see you've discovered how to dress like a grown-up."
It's a little strange, at first, but they banter a little and exchange contact information, but he can't wait more than an hour before calling her up and inviting her out. She accepts without hesitation.
It's like love at first sight, the second time around.
[Poll #1514602]
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And is it wrong that when I saw you mention Pittsburgh schools, I immediately thought of CMU and Point Park?
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Next Pittsburgh reference: Primanti Bros.
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Really good work. Thanks for sharing.
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I completely love your Puck/Rachel. Your Puck is fabulously in-character, and I adored the messy, angsty, still-kind-of-gorgeous progression of his and Rachel's interaction. The hotness snuck up and hit me over the head, which I'm finding tends to happen with your stories. The ending was nothing less than perfect.
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This is the best comment ever.
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The subtle way you layered on the angst was brilliant. No hand-wringing or fighting, just small tugs on our heartstrings. The ending was hopeful, but not overly fluffy, which is just perfect for those two.
Also, I freaking loved that Rach didn't get her dream (yet). Again with the realism.
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I think this comes from shipping lots and lots of crack or unconventional pairings, because I have to find ways make others believe in them just as much as I do. :P
Thanks for reading!
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I particularly loved the section where Rachel thinks back on Finn's abandonment, because that has been quite the sticking point with me on the show.
The angst was subtle, but hit me hard, so I was pleased to find that hopeful yet organic ending. The last line was just gold.
Thank you so much for this lovely piece.
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He's such a good guy in so many ways, but at the same time he acts without thinking through the consequences (like quitting Glee for football, or revealing Quinn's pregnancy to her parents). Probably not the best guy to date until he grows up a little bit.
I'm glad you liked it! It was a great prompt. :)
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Thanks for reading!
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I'm glad you wrote this, and I love how you made all their "firsts" sort of wrong/right... like with the dancing, there were moments when they were in sync... I love how you did that... and Ironically, how you made their "last" be their beginnning. That was very clever.
Loved this!
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Anyways. I LOVED THIS.
It's quick, it's stupid, it's wrong, and she's thinking of Finn the whole time again, so maybe this doesn't count either.
Gorg line. I love the sort of ~pull they have to one another without being overly done and dramatic. Fantastic job, I love it.
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Thanks for reading! :D
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I shoulda bought you for help_haiti! DAMN! IF only I'd known then what I know now. I could have made you write the most mundane scenario and it would have turned out beautifully (because I'm evil and that's how I roll).
I loved how you took first moments and made them into something more. How you made the kisses and the sex about Finn (when it probably wasn't ENTIRELY about him). And can we talk about the sex for a minute? Rachel feels like she's losing Finn so she fucks somebody else, BRILLIANT! (and totally the kind of logic I was going to use, but might not now, thank you very much.) I love how they do that thing at grad that everyone does. Sometimes they do stay in touch over the summer but after that... I barely speak to anyone from high school now... so I'm well versed in that.
I love the way you write (it should be glaringly obvious). The ability you have to get into anyone's head and make it your home leaves me in awe.
The snippits work wonderfully, too. Giving the reader just enough detail to feel the scene without spelling everything out verbatim.
I found this one (sorry to say) through
(on a somewhat related note, I'm totally using this in my feedback thingy and I'm now down to FOUR FICS! My prize better be freaking amazing... like the most amazing pf fic EVAH! *huggles you*)
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I'm going to make this my LJ note for you. I'm serious. See this face? This is my serious face.