Title:She’s My Friend, She’s Not My Friend
Pairing,Character(s): Puck, Finn, Rachel
Rating: R (language and sexual situations)
Word Count: 658
Spoilers: Up to "Mash-Up"
Summary: Inspired by a prompt from![]()
glee_fluff_meme: Puck can't decide if he should add Rachel Berry as a friend on Facebook or not.
Author's Note: originally posted under the user name 15north.
He has about 500 people as friends on his Facebook, but he’s pretty sure he’s never met 500 people in his life. Most of them are hot girls, though, so he doesn’t really think about that too much.
But when he gets a ‘friend request’ and it’s not from a hot girl (well, OK, she is, but she’s a hot Jew -- totally different), and it’s from Rachel Fucking Berry, he doesn’t know if he should confirm her as a friend or not.
Cause they’re not.
He used to throw slushies in her face and, shit, he apologized for that, but that doesn’t mean they’re friends.
And he’s pretty sure he’s had his tongue all the way down her throat, but that sure as fuck doesn’t count with any of the other girls he‘s made out with or fucked.
What the hell makes Rachel Berry think they’re friends?
He’s just about to make his decision (confirm, ignore -- he doesn’t even know which one the mouse is hovering over at that point) when Finn barges into his room.
"Fuck, man! What the hell? Can’t knock?"
"Oh," Finn says and his smiles falters for only a second. "Sorry, but, dude, Rutherford’s parents are out of town and he’s having a party."
- - - - - -
For some fucking reason, even though there’s a blonde only about two seconds from going down on him, he can’t get that idea of being her friend out of his mind.
He’s never been a good friend, and he’s sure he could never be a friend to her. She’s "admittedly high-maintenance," and he doesn’t buy slushies for people. Well, whatever, he totally bought like thirty that ended up on her, but not the same thing. At all.
But, shit, wait, that’s how he got her to go out with him in the first place.
So, yeah, maybe he could do the friend thing, and Finn’ll be gone eventually (once he gets drunk or high enough, Puck is pretty sure he’s gonna start spouting the truth), but, still, it’s Rachel Berry.
It’s not even the idea of being her friend, but he’s been such a dick. Even he knows it.
So he pulls the blonde up to his level and stares at her, for just a second, but she has blue eyes and something about that’s just not going to work.
- - - - - -
He wakes up the next morning in his own bed, somehow.
After he yells at his sister to shut that Hannah Montana shit off at 11 o’clock on a Saturday, he finally crawls out of bed and over to his computer.
He clicks confirm on a few new friends requests (hot girls from the party, but not the blonde -- figures), and then he gets back to the one from the day before.
Rachel Berry. She’s smiling at him on the screen and for a second he almost smiles back. Almost.
There’s a message with it that he hadn’t noticed the day before and he reads it a few times before it clicks.
Noah,
I think for the integrity of glee, we should try to be friends.
There’s some other stuff, but he doesn’t care.
He’s not really sure what integrity means, but he thinks it’s a good thing, and it makes complete sense that she’s just adding him for the ‘good of the group.’
If that’s all it is, fine, confirm. And he clicks it.
Then he scans her profile and notices that Finn is the only other glee club member under her friends.
- - - - - -
But he’s not her friend.
There’s just no way. But on Monday, in the halls between her whatever class and his math (he thinks they could have the same class), he winks at her.
Because, okay, maybe he can’t be her friend, but he can flirt with her. It’s a step up from silence.
Pairing,Character(s): Puck, Finn, Rachel
Rating: R (language and sexual situations)
Word Count: 658
Spoilers: Up to "Mash-Up"
Summary: Inspired by a prompt from
glee_fluff_meme: Puck can't decide if he should add Rachel Berry as a friend on Facebook or not.Author's Note: originally posted under the user name 15north.
He has about 500 people as friends on his Facebook, but he’s pretty sure he’s never met 500 people in his life. Most of them are hot girls, though, so he doesn’t really think about that too much.
But when he gets a ‘friend request’ and it’s not from a hot girl (well, OK, she is, but she’s a hot Jew -- totally different), and it’s from Rachel Fucking Berry, he doesn’t know if he should confirm her as a friend or not.
Cause they’re not.
He used to throw slushies in her face and, shit, he apologized for that, but that doesn’t mean they’re friends.
And he’s pretty sure he’s had his tongue all the way down her throat, but that sure as fuck doesn’t count with any of the other girls he‘s made out with or fucked.
What the hell makes Rachel Berry think they’re friends?
He’s just about to make his decision (confirm, ignore -- he doesn’t even know which one the mouse is hovering over at that point) when Finn barges into his room.
"Fuck, man! What the hell? Can’t knock?"
"Oh," Finn says and his smiles falters for only a second. "Sorry, but, dude, Rutherford’s parents are out of town and he’s having a party."
For some fucking reason, even though there’s a blonde only about two seconds from going down on him, he can’t get that idea of being her friend out of his mind.
He’s never been a good friend, and he’s sure he could never be a friend to her. She’s "admittedly high-maintenance," and he doesn’t buy slushies for people. Well, whatever, he totally bought like thirty that ended up on her, but not the same thing. At all.
But, shit, wait, that’s how he got her to go out with him in the first place.
So, yeah, maybe he could do the friend thing, and Finn’ll be gone eventually (once he gets drunk or high enough, Puck is pretty sure he’s gonna start spouting the truth), but, still, it’s Rachel Berry.
It’s not even the idea of being her friend, but he’s been such a dick. Even he knows it.
So he pulls the blonde up to his level and stares at her, for just a second, but she has blue eyes and something about that’s just not going to work.
He wakes up the next morning in his own bed, somehow.
After he yells at his sister to shut that Hannah Montana shit off at 11 o’clock on a Saturday, he finally crawls out of bed and over to his computer.
He clicks confirm on a few new friends requests (hot girls from the party, but not the blonde -- figures), and then he gets back to the one from the day before.
Rachel Berry. She’s smiling at him on the screen and for a second he almost smiles back. Almost.
There’s a message with it that he hadn’t noticed the day before and he reads it a few times before it clicks.
Noah,
I think for the integrity of glee, we should try to be friends.
There’s some other stuff, but he doesn’t care.
He’s not really sure what integrity means, but he thinks it’s a good thing, and it makes complete sense that she’s just adding him for the ‘good of the group.’
If that’s all it is, fine, confirm. And he clicks it.
Then he scans her profile and notices that Finn is the only other glee club member under her friends.
But he’s not her friend.
There’s just no way. But on Monday, in the halls between her whatever class and his math (he thinks they could have the same class), he winks at her.
Because, okay, maybe he can’t be her friend, but he can flirt with her. It’s a step up from silence.