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A/N: What can I say? I was bored.
I'd Like To
"Did you know they came up with a name for us when we were dating?"
Puck sighed. "Nope."
"Puckleberry," Rachel said, grinning when his head snapped up.
"That's humiliating," he said indignantly.
"It's better than the other one they called us."
"What could possibly be worse than—" his nose wrinkled "—Puckleberry?"
Rachel blushed, so Santana said, "Fuckberry."
"I'd like to."
Heads simultaneously whipped around to face the blonde.
Rachel gaped. "What?"
Several more "What?"s followed.
Quinn's head finally rose and she took in the horrified expressions. After a pause, she threw on a startled look and added, "What?"