Undeniable
A Noah Puckerman / Rachel Berry Fanfic.
All rights reserved - Glee - FOX - 2009/2010
This is just a work of fiction. These ideas are all fictional.
It seemed like a normal day at William McKinley High School. The jocks harassing people, the nerds being harassed and thrown into dumpsters, the sluts caking on god knows how many layers of makeup, and everyone else doing their normal morning routines.
Including a Miss Rachel Berry.
You see, Rachel was about to audition for a musical at her school. It's not like anything different to what she normally does. But this year, if she lands the lead (as per usual), she'll be acting opposite Noah Puckerman.
Rachel sighs just at the thought of his name.
Noah.
She starts to reminesce about the times they spent together.
Granted, he used her. But that doesn't mean he doesn't like her, right?
Thoughts are spinning through Rachel's head as she carries her books to class, and seeing she isn't concentrating, she walks straight into someone, knocking the books out of her hand.
"I'm so sorry," she says, dropping to the ground to collect them.
"Uh, alright. Need some help?"
Rachel looks up to see him. Noah. She blushes crazily.
"Yes please. I'd like that,"
Every moment around him is awkward, she thinks.
For a solid minute, there is silence between the pair.
"Here," says Puck as he hands her the books.
"Thankyou, Noah" replies Rachel, trying not to look as embarressed as she feels.
"No problem." is all he says before walking off.
And Rachel continues her trip down the hall to class.
---
"Rach," slurred an extremely drunk Puck.
"Yes Noah?"
"I want you, babe. I need you,"
Rachel smiled for a second. Then her mind reverted to the fact that she may regret was was about to happen. But what did she care? She was with Noah Puckerman for goodness sakes!
She let him kiss her, although his mouth tasted like alcohol and vomit.
She gave herself to him that night.
---
Rachel sat down in an empty desk in her Spanish class with Mr. Schuester when the note hit the side of her head. She opened it and began reading.
"Good luck for your audition. :) Finn"
She looked up at him and saw him smiling. She immediately scrawled "thankyou" on the other side and threw it back to him.
"Muy bien, ¿quién puede decirnos acerca de su fin de semana? [Alright, who can tell us what they did on the weekend?]" said Mr. Schuester, "Rachel?"
Rachel had to think.
"Umm... Mi fin de semana fue ... divertido creo. [Umm... My weekend was fun... I think.]"
Mr Shue laughed and started telling the class what she should have said.
Rachel was too busy daydreaming to even notice his corrections.
In the right hand corner of the classroom was Noah Puckerman, bored out of his mind.
"I don't even understand why we have to do Spanish," he complained to Santana Lopez, seated on his right, "I honestly don't care about the language they speak in Mexico."
Santana just rolled her eyes.
Rachel's stare was fixed on Noah. His lips moving as he spoke; his eyes as they move across the page of his text book; his hair, shaved, not moving as he did; his chest moving out and in with each breath. Then, he caught her staring.
"Hey. Berry. What are you staring at?!"
Rachel turned a shade of scarlet. "Nothing. I swear..."
"Good." He smiled, no emotion whatsoever in it.
Rachel turned back to her book and tried to concentrate for the rest of the lesson, but failed miserably.
AN: i'm thinking of continuing this... thoughts?
