Skirts

Summary: It was only logical to think that Rachel Berry was hot-ish.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.

It made perfectly logical sense that he would be thinking about girls pretty much all of the time. He was a growing teenage boy who had nothing better to do than be amazing. Look at him! He was a sex god and hotter than Justin Timerblake! Of course that did not help him in his case against anyone who might have thought he had a thing for Rachel Berry.

She was hot-ish. She had these tendencies to wear the strangest clothes, outfits that were funny to throw slushies onto. However, they also involved a part of the female body that really attracted him, even more than boobs. Legs. And Rachel Berry had a pair that made guys like him think about them all of the time. She was a hot-ish girl with long legs, and wore skirts. Skirts! What was a guy supposed to do but stare at them all day during practice?

And there was another problem. She liked to sit on the bleachers during football practice. Of course it was easy enough to look over when she was standing up and spot the white clothe underneath. Any guy with his head on straight would notice. So when Puck happened to stand behind Rachel Berry, and her skirt just happened to flare up when a sudden burst of wind made it, of course he was staring. It wasn't like that was what he was watching the entire time he was following her from the practice fields to the Glee rehearsal. He was mere bystander to the entire event. No matter what anyone said, it wasn't his fault in the least.

Actually, he should be thanked by Rachel Berry, not slapped in the face like he had been. He had blocked the other guys behind him from seeing anything. Well, not exactly anything. Seeing that she happened to have been wearing black underwear that particular day. Well, not just black. Black lace. And now that Puck thought about it, it was really nice black lace, the kind that was a little expensive for a reason.

Not that he thought about Rachel Berry wearing black lace underwear or anything, or was mad that the small display had followed up with her yelling at him and slapping his cheek. It wasn't like he was a pervert and looking, it was just there. He was Noah Puckerman, far better at getting dates than Rachel Berry, and so didn't care about her opinon. Even though he thought it was kind of hot-ish how she blushed and glared at him in her cute little way.

But Noah digressed. Wait. When did he start letting himself be called Noah?

- Really short stream-of-consiousness story for you. Wrote it in a record ten whole minutes. Was writing an e-mail and suddenly thinking about Glee becuase our musical theatre class is picking songs and I can hear them singing across the hall. Lol. Anywho, hope you like it. Thanks for reading!

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