Manda's Note: You know what... i'm a fan of doing to much I think. Stupid congested cold isn't stopping me either. So yea thissss is just gonna be a cute-is drabbley type thing. I've got a few other updates coming your way today so be on the lookout for that. Bottom part is what everythings gonna be centered around, top part is a flashback. You'll understand... I think. anyways you know what to do, leave me your thoughts! and I'll continue working. Enjoy!
"Mother ffff…."
He fizzled out as he finally started to come to laying on the hospital gurney. It was only the jolt by a fist to the side of his head that didn't hurt so bad that made him stop and halt his words before any profanity could slip through. All he knew was that his forehead was throbbing in pain and he couldn't remember what had happened to him. The last thing he could remember was playing football to prove a point at four in the morning in the middle of the quad. all because the stupid freshmen from down the hall was talking about screwing all of the USC cheerleaders for sport the next time the girls had a home game. Ok, so maybe he'd played a few too many games of beer pong with his roommate. Somewhere along their threats they'd gotten it in their heads that it would be a good idea to go play football in the middle of the quad and try to keep it from the campus police. Just because he was twenty-one and majoring in music didn't mean he'd gotten any smarter than he'd been in high school. if anything he'd gotten a little dumber.
"No Jane, you don't have to come down here, your idiot of a son is just fine. He's got like ten stitches in his forehead but with their exception of compromising the few brain cells he hadn't had to begin with he's fine. Don't worry about it. I've already called, I'm not going to the game… it's supposed to be in fifteen minutes anyway. …bringing him back to my dorm room with me, can't promise you I won't strangle him though."
His eyes followed her as she paced back and forth, her perfect tanned and toned legs in the short shorts, the slight rise of her shirt to revile the tourmaline stone of her belly button ring hanging. His eyes continued to follow her as she turned around, his eyes locked behind her and he remembered exactly why he'd been so eager to go play a late night game of football in the pitch black night. Because Zander could screw any girl he wanted on the team, the only person he wasn't going to get was Santana. It'd been because of her that he'd made his inappropriate comment in the first place, because of the photo of her with no makeup, glasses on, laying under just a simple red sheet from back at home.
"You dumbass"
Another whack to the side of the head struck, so he'd gotten a little lost in his own thoughts he hadn't noticed she'd turned back around to him. A smirk started to appear on his face as he reached his hand out pulling her closer to him by her hip.
"Your stupid assed friends woke me up at four thirty this morning. They said you were dead, that they couldn't get you to wake up. You're such a friggen bastard Puckerman. Next time you decide to drink and play football tell them to find someone else to call."
Her un amused complaints sounded as she punched his chest one last time before slipping into the bed with him and putting her head on his chest. There were no nurses, doctors, or people around to interrupt or see the softer side of the two. Tightening his arms around her he looked down at her looking up at him and kissed her forehead.
"I didn't mean to scare you baby"
He whispered and she glared at him crossing her arms over his hand around her with a pout.
"Don't baby me. You didn't scare me, I just didn't feel like telling your mother that you died because you'd drank too much. You know how she'd feel about that one."
Her fingers held to his chin pulling his face down to hers as she met him with a simple kiss. He still refused to say it out loud just as much as she did but, he loved her. Unconditionally and without reason, they had a simple understanding of that much.
"Just admit that I scared you"
Brushing his nose against hers he breathed in the musky scent of the perfume she'd warn since high school. The deep scent of flowers and amber, a scent he'd grown quiet fond of covering his pillows and everything else through the years. The only time he couldn't remember it was in the months she'd spent not speaking to him over the whole Quinn fiasco.
"Shut up before I go find some sleeping pills you can overdose on."
"Daddy mommy sayed you gots the scar on your head because you was being stupid"
The nearly five year old declared to her thirty-four year old father as she pressed her finger to his forehead with her mother's chiding smirk on her face. The memory flashed before his eyes as he nodded his head, Puck had settled down and learned from some of his mistakes. He nodded his head at Faith as he started to tickle her into screaming giggles.
"Do you always listen to everything your mother says?"
Glancing up he saw his wife with arms crossed the door way. Boy was he really doomed in the long run, not a bad thing of course. He had her arms folded as she looked at Faith who got serious the moment he stopped his tickle attack, her long dark curls back in French braids her mother had done early in the morning before preschool.
"Yesssss, she's always right daddy. Unlike you. she's never done anything stupid."
Maybe preschool wasn't a good idea. Puck wasn't sure he liked the new words she used, at least when they were used in so much reference to him, regardless if he knew that in fact half of it was true. he'd done some pretty dumb things in his life. The scar on his forehead was just a mark like many other memorable ones he'd received through the years.
