Part 1

His palms are sweaty as he approaches the address given to him. He's not a big fan of the holidays (unless you count certain aspects of Hanukkah) but he's not in the mood to spend his Thanksgiving alone in Los Angeles.

Yeah, he's made a decent amount of friends, but they've all got plans and better things to do than invite the new guy to spend Thanksgiving with him.

That and he just couldn't pass up the opportunity to see Quinn.

He's about to knock on the door when it slides open, revealing a surprised Kurt Hummel on the other side. Figures Berry would be living with Hummel. The two were practically inseparable during their senior year.

"Puck, you actually made it!" Kurt exclaims. "Flowers?" he asks, noting the bouquet of calla lilies in his hand. "Pour moi?"

"Not you," he informs him. Though he hands him the pie his mother told him would be appropriate to bring when invited to someone's house.

"Oh, merci," Kurt answers as he grabs the pie and turns back inside.

Puck steps in after him, shutting the sliding door on his way. The studio's pretty awesome, that's for sure. Here he's living in some shitty apartment in Los Angeles just to save up enough money to make trips over to visit his mother…and maybe her.

"Where is everyone?" Puck asks, looking around the place. He notes the table set up with five place settings and the Thanksgiving-esque décor, no doubt all touches from Kurt.

"Rachel's at the train station picking Quinn up. So you're stuck with me for the time being."

Puck's caught off guard when Kurt grabs the bouquet from him and heads to the sink, placing the flowers in a small vase with water.

"I assumed you'd be the type of guy to get her roses," he notes, arranging them in a corner just out of the immediate view.

Puck shakes his head. "They're her favorite," he mumbles. He's not surprised he's having this conversation with Kurt. "She says roses lost their meaning."

He finishes his sentence just as the door slides open. Rachel enters first, in the middle of laughing. Quinn's the second to enter right behind her and Puck's awestruck for a moment.

He hasn't seen her in three months and it's like giving water to a man who's spent some time in the desert. She's beautiful and her laughter's still as amazing as the first time he heard it. He gets up from the stool where he sat then, though the sight of a guy walking in behind them sits him back down.

"Noah!" Rachel exclaims, rushing over to him and enveloping him in a hug. Always the dramatic one, that's for sure.

But he's speechless as he watches the guy smile and nudge Quinn. Of course she would have moved on the minute she got to Yale. He told her he didn't deserve anything she was offering. Apparently he was right.

"I didn't think you'd show," she admits, squeezing him before she pulls away. "Brody, this is the guy I was telling you about. Noah, this is Brody."

After a bit of ushering on Rachel's part, Puck extends his hand and greets the guy. "You can stick to Puck," he tells the guy. "Rachel and my family are the only ones that call me that."

"Nice to meet you," Brody nods as she shakes his hand.

"Boyfriend?" Puck asks, refraining from glancing over at Quinn. There's no doubt in his mind that he is. There's just no way Quinn would show up with a guy.

"Something like that," he answers just as Puck catches the wink sent over to Rachel.

Quinn is dragged away by Kurt just as she makes brief eye contact with Puck. Kurt shows her the bouquet (probably telling her who got them for her) causes him to look away in embarrassment.

"The food's all done! Well, served out. Thankfully there are places around here that do take out on Thanksgiving. So let's all grab a plate and eat," Kurt announces.

Puck has a feeling this is definitely going to be a Thanksgiving he'll never forget.

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