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GLEE: Promise for a Minute (Puck/Rachel)

For ladyjestyr, who requested a Puck/Rachel fic.

Title: Promise for a Minute
Author: voleuse
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Puck/Rachel
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: You spend your only wish wishing someone else could see it.
Notes: Set after 1.08



Thurman from the hockey team strode down the hallway, slushie in hand. Puck met his eyes, met his scowl, then smirked when Thurman blinked and veered to the side. He leaned against his locker, snickering, watching.

Band members scattered. That kid from the chess club squeaked and ducked her head into a locker. Then Thurman laughed and his arm swung out, and Puck watched as the slushie splashed against Rachel's face, spattering blue against the white knit of her top.

Thurman laughed again, crumpled the slushie cup, and tossed it into the trash. Rachel didn't look at him as she wiped liquid out of her eyes, turned on her heel and flounced down the hallway towards the locker rooms.

Puck waited for the bell to ring, then followed.



When he caught up, Rachel was hunched over a sink, clad in her bra and pleated skirt, scrubbing her shirt under the faucet. Slushie dripped from her hair, and blue droplets traced the line of her backbone.

"Damn," he said. "Maybe I should thank Thurman instead of kicking his ass."

Rachel gasped and started to raise the soaked cloth to her chest.

"Go ahead, put it on." Puck smirked. "I'm a fan of wet T-shirts."

She narrowed her eyes as she lunged forward, thwacking him on the shoulder with her top.

"Hey!" he said, twisting the cloth around his wrist, catching her by the waist. She smelled like chlorine and Mountain Dew. He pulled her a little closer. "I like the lace, too."

Rachel blushed, and he raised his hand, brushed some slushie away from her eyebrow.

"You actually look really hot," he said.

She leaned her face against his fingers. "You'd really defend my honor?"

"Thurman's only the left wingman," Puck replied. "Is that a push-up bra?"

"Maybe." Rachel smacked his hand away before he could find out for himself. "Can I have my blouse back, please?"

"Let's rinse out your hair first," he said.

"Okay." Rachel smiled, turned, and bent to sweep her hair under the running faucet.

Puck watched the hem of her skirt as it rose. "You're doing that on purpose, right?"

Rachel reached back, then slowly pulled him forward. "Maybe."

He cleared his throat, and reached up to rinse the slushie from the tangles in her hair.



Puck ended up getting slushie on his shirt, too, but that was okay. He had another one in his locker.

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A/N: Title and summary adapted from Kay Ryan's Rubbing Lamps. Link courtesy of breathe_poetry.

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( 5 comments — Leave a comment )
ladyjestyr
Oct. 27th, 2009 03:42 am (UTC)
Oh, lovely and hot and sweet! I love Puck's voice here :)
wanderlustlover
Oct. 27th, 2009 10:16 am (UTC)
That's so adorable awesome.
anr
Oct. 27th, 2009 12:05 pm (UTC)
Very sweet! :)
afterknowledge
Oct. 27th, 2009 02:22 pm (UTC)
This is awesome! You are awesome.
zarahemla
Nov. 1st, 2009 11:46 pm (UTC)
Haha, that's Puck all right, a man to take advantage of any situation.
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