Pucks Thumbs: Chapter One

Author's Note: So its been a while since I wrote anything for Quick, or generally anything at all. But, this plot simply wouldn't leave me alone, so I decided to write it out. I've already started on Chapter two, and it should be out by next week. Thank you for reading, and please leave a review.

-Sux2budude

She's convinced herself that Pucks thumbs were God's personal gift to her. His thumbs were simply magical. You may think this is weird, and maybe it kind of is, but Quinn Fabray-Puckerman was utterly floored by the magical uses of her husbands thumbs.

She remembers when they were both 6 years old, having only known each other for all of 17 days. It was recess time and she had been on the swings with her best friend Santana, watching as the boys in their class played pirates on the seesaw. The tiny Latina had complained about being bored and dared Quinn to swing as high as she could and then jump off. Four year old Quinn was smart enough to know that this was too dangerous, but she was also taught by her parents to never back down from a challenge.

Long story short, she had tried to jump off her swing and ended up being catapulted into the sand. She had cried from the sting of the scrapes on her knees. Nobody said or did anything. Nobody but Noah Puckerman, the class clown and bully. He had stepped into the sandbox with her, kneeled beside her and wordlessly wiped her tears away with his thumbs, then dug into his pocket and pulled out a wrinkled napkin and placed it in her hand. She had smiled at him for all of 8 seconds before he was up on his feet and running back to join his friends by the seesaw.

Quinn remembers when they were nine years old. It was the last day of school and she didn't want to say goodbye to her best friends, Santana and Brittany before she and her parents leave for vacation to the Bahamas. It was only for the summer, but to a 9 year old, this was forever. They had been crying when Noah Puckerman passed by, and noticed the tears staining Quinn's face. He stopped, and stared at her for a few moments. "Have fun in the Bahamas, Quinn." He muttered and raised a hand, his thumb wiping away the tears on her cheeks. Quinn sniffled and thanked him. Noah Puckerman nodded and began to walk away, but Quinn stopped him with a hand on his arm. "Where will you be going?"

Noah Puckerman had given her a questioning look.

She elaborated further, "Santana and her family are going to Puerto Rico, Brittany and her family are going to Alaska to visit her grandma... So where are you going?"

Noah Puckerman shrugs at her. "Home. My mom can't take leave from work anymore, so I'm just going home." She felt a tug inside her chest as she watched him jog towards the school bus.

Quinn remembers when she was 15 years old. She had gone to cheerleading try outs, and though she thought she did really well, coach Sylvester had been especially hard on her for no good reason. The old lady had used her megaphone to scream at her to lose 10 pounds so she could do a triple flip better and faster, before telling her not to be late for practice the next day.

She doesn't take a lot to heart because she's beginning her high school life as someone without a heart, but today was especially bad because the whole football team was watching, and she had heard most of them snickering when she was being yelled at through the megaphone.

After practice, she went straight to her car to break down inside because she can't do it out here in public where everyone can see her. The moment she closed the door to her red Jetta, Quinn Fabray let out a sob as she leaned her arms against the steering wheel, and pressed her face into her arms. Not even a whole minute later, she hears a tiny 'tap tap' on her window, and she dreads to find out who it is. For a moment, she doesn't move, hoping the person would go away, but then there's another 'tap tap'. Slowly, she raises her head and glances out her window.

She's almost not surprised to find that it's Noah Puckerman, or rather, "Puck" as he likes to call himself. He makes a gesture with his hand like he's rolling the window down, and points to the glass window. Quinn gets the hint as she sniffles loudly, gritting her teeth when she feels another tear slipping out the corner of her left eye. She makes no move to wipe it, feeling like it's unnecessary in front of Noah Puckerman. He had seen her cry before.

Noah Puckerman leans down and forward, his arms resting against the door as he takes a good look at her face. His eyes follow the trail of tears down her cheeks, and he reaches a hand forward, wiping gently at the tear with his thumb.

Quinn lets him, her eyes closing as she leans her head into his touch. She doesn't know how he does this, or whether he's done this to hundreds of other girls, but she doesn't really care right now. Right now, she's just focused on the feeling of his thumb, drawing soothing circles across her cheek. Puck breaks the silence then, and Quinn is almost surprised.

"Don't listen to a word that old, wrinkled hag had said... You were..." He trails off, shaking his head with a smile as he stares into Quinn's eyes. "Perfect." With that, he leans forward and kisses her cheek, pulling away completely and walking towards his truck.

Quinn had spent another few minutes, sitting in the parking lot, smiling like an idiot.

Quinn remembers when she was 16. It had been a particularly bad day for her. First, coach Sylvester had yelled at her for gaining 2 pounds over the past month, then her boyfriend Finn hadn't really defended her when she told him about it, and then she had to watch as Noah Puckerman made out with her best friend Santana by the lockers.

After practice, Quinn headed straight for her car, when she ran into Puck. "Hey, Quinn." He had greeted from where his car was parked across from hers.

Quinn had ignored him as she got into her car and drove home. Unbeknownst to her, a certain Mohawk haired boy was following her.

It was 8pm when Quinn heard a tiny tap at her window. She stared at the curtain covered window for a moment, and decided it was probably just a piece of twig or something hitting her window. But then she heard another tap, this one a little louder and repeated 3 times.

Slowly getting up from her bed, she grabbed the swiffer mop from behind her bathroom door and raised it above her head, ready to kill whatever was out there. With one hand holding up the swiffer mop, she uses her other hand to quickly pull back her window curtains, revealing the intruder.

Pucks wide, but concerned brown eyes met her confused hazel ones. Without lowering the mop, Quinn pulls her window open. "Puck, what the hell are you doing here?"

"What's with the mop?"

Quinn sighs as she drops it, "What are you doing here?" She repeats.

He shrugs his shoulders as he looks down at the grass, about 20 feet below him. "I saw your parents' car parked outside, and figured that they wouldn't very well invite a delinquent Jewish boy into their home to check on their daughter."

Quinn's eyebrows furrow at him, "Wait, how did you even get up to my window?"

Puck smiles at her then, "Can I come in, please?"

Quinn looks at her door and back at Puck before nodding. "Be quiet." She says as she walks quickly to her door to lock it. "My mom is still awake."

Puck climbs in, immediately shrugging his bag off and letting it fall to the floor. "I'm sorry about the flowers at the bottom of the trellis below your window."

Quinn turns to him, ignoring his apologies for something she doesn't really care about. "Why are you here?"

Puck scratches the back of his neck as he leans against the wall. "I told you.. I wanted to check up on you."

Quinn resists the urge to roll her eyes. "Aren't you supposed to be checking up on Santana?" Try as she might, she couldn't keep the bitterness out of her voice.

Puck gives her a confused look at that. "Why would I check up on her for?"

Quinn shrugs, "I don't know, you had your tongue down her throat today."

Puck bites a laugh, but lets a grin grace his features. She's jealous, he knows it, she knows it, and damn does that make him feel good. "Look I saw how upset you were earlier."

"So? You're not my boyfriend." Quinn spat.

Puck shrugs, unfazed by her tone. "I know. But Finn called me earlier today and told me that he's not going anywhere today because he's tired from practice.. So I thought I'd check on you for him."

Quinn sighs as she sits down on her bed. Puck hauls up his backpack and pulls out a 6-pack of wine coolers, setting it down by the foot of her bed before proceeding to sit down beside her.

"What's that?"

Puck looks at her, "Wine coolers. It helps people relax. Tastes like diabetes, but it does the job." He shrugs, pulling one out and twisting the cap open. He offers it to her and she takes it hesitantly.

Without warning, she turns to him as she thinks back to earlier today when she had watched him with Santana. She can't help the way her eyes fill to the brim with tears. She had almost asked him about his relationship with Santana, but decided against it, instead asking, "Do you think I'm fat?" Because it's less embarrassing and less painful. A single tear escapes her left eye, and she looks down at the wine cooler in her hands.

Puck raises a hand to her face, pulling her chin up so she's looking at him. With the pad of his thumb, he wipes her tear away and smiles at her. "No.. I think you're beautiful, smart, funny, sexy, and just... Perfect."

She blushes deeply, feeling her heart begin to race inside her chest. That night, she throws caution to the wind and for the first time in her life, she does what she's wanted to do since the first time Noah Puckerman had raised a hand to her face and wiped a tear away with his thumb. She kissed him.

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-Sux2budude