Fic: 7 a.m. Glee: Puck/Rachel
Feb. 14th, 2010 07:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wednesday_whimsyTitle: 7 a.m.
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jacqui_hw
Fandom/Pairing: Glee, Puck/Rachel
Rating: PG
Summary: A Valentine's Day present fordoublefourtime. General spoilers for the first half season.
Sneaking around was - had always been - part of the fun for Puck. If he was honest with himself, that had been about a quarter of the reason he'd hooked up with Quinn in the first place. Another quarter had been getting to do something Finn just couldn't, no matter how hard he tried. The other half was simply that Quinn was really freaking hot.
It hadn't quite occurred to Puck how much trouble he'd be setting himself up for when he'd agreed to meet Rachel for extra practice after school. Rachel was hot in a way that was completely different to Quinn. She was also bossy and irritating and knew just how good she was at what she did, whatever she did. At least she had the talent to back it up.
Wednesday practice after school, had turned into Thursday practice-and-dinner after school, had turned into Monday morning practice-and-breakfast before school. Puck hadn't actually believed the school would be open that early when Rachel had first announced a time for them to meet. She had stared him down and he'd agreed after only a little complaining, because Rachel somehow got sexier when she was angry and arguing with her was generally the quickest way to bring it about.
The school was open, but the corridors were still quiet. Puck made his made towards the music room as quickly as possible, hoping he wouldn't be caught. Rachel wasn't waiting when he arrived, which was odd but suddenly very promising. He slipped into the supply closet next door and waited. He didn't have to wait long. The confident clip-clop of Rachel's sensible heels echoed down the empty hall. She was humming to herself, bright and cheery. Puck half recognised the song, but didn't try to test his knowledge too hard. There were some lines he wasn't ready to cross.
He pushed the door open just enough to grab hold of Rachel's wrist as she strode past and pulled her inside the closet with him, stopping her outraged shriek with a kiss. He kept his eyes open, noticing she did the same, at least until she realised who she was dealing with. Relaxing against him, she pressed him back against the wall. His hands found her waist and tugged her blouse free of her skirt.
"Wait," she gasped and pulled away enough to grab his wrists and stop his movement. "What are you doing?"
The problem with girls, Puck thought, was the constant need to be talking. Quinn, Santana, Rachel, they were all the same. He slid one hand into Rachel's hair and pulled her back to kiss her again. Maybe he wouldn't be getting to second base, but he wasn't going to talk about it.
Rachel moaned in a soft, pretty way that made it hard for him to remember they were at school and she'd never done anything like this before, and honestly, she didn't even really like him that much. He moved his lips down slowly, along her jaw, down her neck, enjoying the way she pressed closer.
"This isn't going to help your singing," she said and Puck pretended he didn't notice the way the ended on a gasp.
"You don't know that," he murmured back, covering her mouth with his again, silencing whatever she'd been about to say about his need to practice. Some things, she had to learn, were more important than singing.
Author:
jacqui_hwFandom/Pairing: Glee, Puck/Rachel
Rating: PG
Summary: A Valentine's Day present for
doublefourtime. General spoilers for the first half season.Sneaking around was - had always been - part of the fun for Puck. If he was honest with himself, that had been about a quarter of the reason he'd hooked up with Quinn in the first place. Another quarter had been getting to do something Finn just couldn't, no matter how hard he tried. The other half was simply that Quinn was really freaking hot.
It hadn't quite occurred to Puck how much trouble he'd be setting himself up for when he'd agreed to meet Rachel for extra practice after school. Rachel was hot in a way that was completely different to Quinn. She was also bossy and irritating and knew just how good she was at what she did, whatever she did. At least she had the talent to back it up.
Wednesday practice after school, had turned into Thursday practice-and-dinner after school, had turned into Monday morning practice-and-breakfast before school. Puck hadn't actually believed the school would be open that early when Rachel had first announced a time for them to meet. She had stared him down and he'd agreed after only a little complaining, because Rachel somehow got sexier when she was angry and arguing with her was generally the quickest way to bring it about.
The school was open, but the corridors were still quiet. Puck made his made towards the music room as quickly as possible, hoping he wouldn't be caught. Rachel wasn't waiting when he arrived, which was odd but suddenly very promising. He slipped into the supply closet next door and waited. He didn't have to wait long. The confident clip-clop of Rachel's sensible heels echoed down the empty hall. She was humming to herself, bright and cheery. Puck half recognised the song, but didn't try to test his knowledge too hard. There were some lines he wasn't ready to cross.
He pushed the door open just enough to grab hold of Rachel's wrist as she strode past and pulled her inside the closet with him, stopping her outraged shriek with a kiss. He kept his eyes open, noticing she did the same, at least until she realised who she was dealing with. Relaxing against him, she pressed him back against the wall. His hands found her waist and tugged her blouse free of her skirt.
"Wait," she gasped and pulled away enough to grab his wrists and stop his movement. "What are you doing?"
The problem with girls, Puck thought, was the constant need to be talking. Quinn, Santana, Rachel, they were all the same. He slid one hand into Rachel's hair and pulled her back to kiss her again. Maybe he wouldn't be getting to second base, but he wasn't going to talk about it.
Rachel moaned in a soft, pretty way that made it hard for him to remember they were at school and she'd never done anything like this before, and honestly, she didn't even really like him that much. He moved his lips down slowly, along her jaw, down her neck, enjoying the way she pressed closer.
"This isn't going to help your singing," she said and Puck pretended he didn't notice the way the ended on a gasp.
"You don't know that," he murmured back, covering her mouth with his again, silencing whatever she'd been about to say about his need to practice. Some things, she had to learn, were more important than singing.