A big congratulations to our Ms. Lea Michele on her Emmy nomination! As well as to the rest of the cast and crew for their additional 18 nominations. I am so completely enthralled for every one of them :)Now, I know this is traditionally written in a '5 times' style but I've been horribly sick since the 4th (I KNOW D:) and this is my first day back in to the swing of work and school and I have tons to catch up on. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it anyway!Please feel free to join me in posting fics guys! I would love to read some new stuff :DTitle: 3 times Puck successfully lied in order to hang out with Finn and Rachel and the one time he got caught.Rating: RWC: 1104Notes: Fluuuuff. And short appearances by Puck's mom, Santana, Mercedes, and Kurt.Disclaimer: I would very much like to be Ryan Murphy right now, but I'm still not! :PI. “But Noah, it’s Schindler's List. You know how much this means to me!”Puck groaned, fidgeting on the balls of his feet. He had known this would be harder to get out of. “I know, ma. But listen…one of the guys is going away to football camp for the rest of the summer…and it’s like…a guy thing. All the guys are getting together to send him off and all that shit.” He literally almost grimaced at the words that left his mouth. His mother scrunched her eyebrows together.“FINE! Lock the door when you leave.” She moped in to the living room where his sister was already waiting. Puck flung himself out the front door before she could add anything else, forgetting to lock it in his haste. ~**~In reality it was Rachel. She was going away to some Broadway camp for a few weeks. I mean, he guessed she was like an honorary guy by now (though, in the back of his mind he knew the real truth and that was that he and Finn were now honorary girls, but that was a bit too horrifying to admit) When he reached her front door he found her latched on to Finn’s arm on her porch, giggling about some nonsense he was whispering at her. “Noah!” she exclaimed upon seeing him, jumping up and throwing herself at him. Finn stood, hands in his pockets as he grinned goofily at his friend. He could only imagine what he had said to get out of the yearly viewing of Schindler’s List. “You came!” Rachel giggled excitedly, her sun-kissed bare shoulders feeling hot under Puck’s hands. “I wouldn’t miss it.”II.“Ice cream? What the fuck, man…”“Ugh, whatever, dude. YOU figure out what to tell them then…”“I’m not fucking telling Kurt and Mercedes we’re not coming over because we’re making ice cream. You really need to stop hanging around, Brit, dude. No joke.”“You are impossible!” came Kurt’s reply from the other end of the line a few minutes later. “You mean between the three of you, you couldn’t come up with a better excuse than ice cream…?”“Told you,” Puck snapped at Finn, covering the mouthpiece with his hand. Finn shrugged, opening the slider that led to his backyard. Puck promised they’d be there in the morning, managing to squeeze out before Finn could close the door all the way. “Took you long enough!” Rachel sang, already perched on Finn’s trampoline (it really did something to Finn, seeing her on the childhood trampoline he used to wrestle with Puck on). He impulsively tackled her on to the taut fabric, kissing her gently before pinning her beneath him. It was almost as if he was apologizing for what he knew was coming. “Well you could have come in and talked to Kurt,” Finn complained, feeling Puck crouch up on the trampoline next to him. He was quick to attack Rachel’s ribs with his fingers and delighted (yes, fucking delighted) in the shocked squeals that followed.“Yeah, Berry. You should have…your bone-headed boyfriend made me tell him we were making ice cream.” Rachel laughed hopelessly, finally able to get the boys to let up and allow her to retreat to the middle of the trampoline. She pulled her knees up to her chest protectively. “That sounds like a wonderful idea!” The rest of the evening was (predictably) spent romping around Finn’s trampoline. The next afternoon was spent sitting in a circle with Mercedes and Kurt in the middle of Kurt’s kitchen, making strawberry ice cream.III.Puck was feeling extremely mopey. He had just turned down a beer pong tournament to watch the Tony’s with Finn and Rachel. And he didn’t even know why. He sure as hell didn’t want to be watching the Tony’s over getting wasted with a group of fellow football players. Rachel’s excitement was beginning to piss him off and he told her so, which only landed him a crushing glare that made him feel completely exposed. “Just go then, man,” Finn growled, pulling Rachel closer to him as they positioned themselves in front of the modest TV sitting on her dresser. “Yeah,” Rachel snapped, the looks on his friends faces completely breaking his façade (like they always managed to do) and making him feel like complete shit. “No one is forcing you to be here.”Puck let out a breath, sliding off of Rachel’s bed and wedging himself in between her and Finn. Quite resembling a puppy with his tail between his legs. “I know, babe,” he murmured, the opening montage beginning. “I’m sorry.”Rachel threaded her fingers through his Mohawk comfortingly throughout the show; Finn jumping up every now and then to make fun of someone else’s dancing (only getting Rachel and Puck to laugh harder at his).Puck realized he hadn’t been completely truthful earlier. He did know why he had turned down the invitation. And he was lying between them. IV.“Don’t LIE to me any more, Puckerman! I saw you with man hands and your freakishly tall boyfriend last night. You told me you and Finn had football practice late.”“We did…,”“And then?!”Puck didn’t have much room to run anymore. Santana had him backed in to a corner and her glare was nearly setting him on fire. She had seen him and Finn on the bleachers the night before, Rachel sprawled across their laps as they went over songs for glee.“Then you called me,” Santana finished for him. “…and said you were too tired to hang out. But then I see you out there with them.” “Maybe I didn’t want to hang out with you,” Puck snapped, the vehemence in her voice making him defensive. He only ever wanted to hang out with Finn and Rachel these days. They were the only ones he truly felt comfortable around and, while scary, it was the truth. Santana’s loss for words wasn’t doing wonders for his rattled nerves. “Don’t come crying to me when they dump you,” she taunted haughtily, grabbing her backpack from the piano bench and disappearing from the choir room before Puck had time to blink. She was quickly replaced by Rachel, tugging Finn in after her. Puck was kind of surprised to feel a smile tug at the corners of his lips as she grabbed his wrist and shoved him and Finn in to the middle of the room.“Are you guys ready to practice?” Rachel was quick to flood their silence with words, afraid Puck would ask if they had heard anything.She didn't want to have to lie to him.
Awww, Puck. The excuses to make to be with the ones he cares about. Love it.I really should get to writing about the three of them...once I come up with something. I will definitely share!
That would be great! :)