For what isn't the first time, he thinks of the day on the bleachers after he sang "Sweet Caroline" to her in front of everybody at Glee Club just to prove that he could be her leading man. He really had it in him all along to be that guy, to be Noah instead of Puck. [There was still absolutely some Puck in him, but he likes it better when there's Puck in her.]
She smiles as his thumb grazes over her cheekbone; she doesn't shy away from his touch, instead turning towards it. "Yeah, we can go to my place," he answers, her request coming almost simultaneously to his offer. "But we're gonna take my truck. Kinda have this fantasy about hanging your panties off my rearview, babe." With a wink, he brushes his thumb over her lips, leaning in for a kiss before hesitating. They haven't - shit doesn't feel right and Rachel isn't Santana and he can't just fuck her and hold her hand and do whatever he wants with her. It's different, and he needs to figure out how that shit rolls before he royally fucks it up... again.
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Date: 2011-11-10 03:59 am (UTC)She smiles as his thumb grazes over her cheekbone; she doesn't shy away from his touch, instead turning towards it. "Yeah, we can go to my place," he answers, her request coming almost simultaneously to his offer. "But we're gonna take my truck. Kinda have this fantasy about hanging your panties off my rearview, babe." With a wink, he brushes his thumb over her lips, leaning in for a kiss before hesitating. They haven't - shit doesn't feel right and Rachel isn't Santana and he can't just fuck her and hold her hand and do whatever he wants with her. It's different, and he needs to figure out how that shit rolls before he royally fucks it up... again.