Puck was usually a man of action rather than words, and whatever he wanted he made it work. The only problem was that a few short years ago he had put Rachel on a very exclusive ‘off limits’ list. He had grown in high school, had learned from his mistakes, and when the opportunity had presented itself for him to have her he had turned her down. He had betrayed Finn once with Quinn and he had promised himself never again. Finn had been his best friend for years, and Puck had finally learned what it was to be a friend, but also what it was like to have someone he loved taken from him. He didn’t want to do that again, nor did he want to risk losing any more friends. Since everyone had gone their separate ways after graduating, he really didn’t have many left.
Maybe he had grown, maybe he had matured, but he knew if he crossed that line with Rachel it had the chance of screwing everything up. Or maybe he was just afraid of being used or rejected by her again.
Setting his dishes in the sink, he tried to think of something to say. He couldn’t help but take her joke a little personally even though she probably had no idea that he had been unconsciously thinking of himself when he was telling her what she needed.
“I said a little edge, not a psycho creep... unless you’re really that desperate,” he tried to joke back, but it fell flat. The whole situation just really sucked. This was why feelings got in the way; if she had been just anyone he wouldn’t think twice about taking her right there on the kitchen counter, but the fact was that he actually cared about her, even respected her. She couldn’t be just another one night stand.
There’s always that whole friends with benefits thing, though...
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Date: 2012-03-10 02:52 am (UTC)Maybe he had grown, maybe he had matured, but he knew if he crossed that line with Rachel it had the chance of screwing everything up. Or maybe he was just afraid of being used or rejected by her again.
Setting his dishes in the sink, he tried to think of something to say. He couldn’t help but take her joke a little personally even though she probably had no idea that he had been unconsciously thinking of himself when he was telling her what she needed.
“I said a little edge, not a psycho creep... unless you’re really that desperate,” he tried to joke back, but it fell flat. The whole situation just really sucked. This was why feelings got in the way; if she had been just anyone he wouldn’t think twice about taking her right there on the kitchen counter, but the fact was that he actually cared about her, even respected her. She couldn’t be just another one night stand.
There’s always that whole friends with benefits thing, though...