Hello! Well i just came up with this. This is a bunch of random one-shots with Quinn and Puck living in Boston and i would say they just got out of college. So probable twenty-three ish. Suggestions more than welcome.
Now each chapter title will have a random name from some quote from the chapter that deosn't really have much to do with the plot. I stole the idea for "Two and a Half Men" I do not own that show!
Anyways enjoy! And I hate to be an obnoxious beggar but if you have the chance please review.
I do not own anything.
The city is hot and muggy and all Quinn wants to do is hop on the first flight up to the North Pole. She taps her foot impatiently as she stands in front of the window air conditioner, waiting for it to let out cool air. Any air that isn't in the eighties.
"Come on," She says as she leans over to play with the knobs again. "Just give me a little air. Something to let me out of my misery."
When the machine made the starting sound and then a crashing noise again, she threw her arms up, "Fine, you win." Quinn ripped out the chord from the outlet with all the frustration she could muster. She figured it was the hot weather making her delusional wanting to get revenge on an air conditioner.
Quinn walks into her kitchen and pulls out an ice pack. She lets her self stand in front of the freezer for a few extra seconds before closing it and putting the ice pack behind her neck. She lets out a satisfied sigh when the cool piece of heaven touches her and sends chills down the rest of her body. She sits down at her small kitchen table and puts the small table fan on, sticking her head right where the wind was blowing.
A few minutes later, Quinn was in a comfortable place, where she was cool and had the image of snow falling right around her in her apartment. Just as Quinn was letting a smile slip, the doorbell rang, sending the frown right back across her face. She let seconds go by with out getting up, hoping the person would go away. But of course they didn't because luck wasn't on her side that day.
Quinn takes all her energy to push her self up out of the chair and to walk away from her cool, calm sanctuary.
"Coming, coming," She says half-heartily, the heat making all her effort to be aggravated go away. She opens her door and her boyfriend Puck comes tumbling in.
"Holy shit Quinn, it's hot as balls in here," Quinn shuts the door and turns to look at him. "Why don't you have your air conditioner on?" He walks over to her broken machine that sits lifelessly in her window, and he starts to play with it. She watches in amusement as he tries to fix it, doing everything she did but nothing working.
She sinks down into her couch and fans herself with a magazine; waiting for him to realize everything he is doing is completely useless. "What the hell?" He asks, clearly giving up as he falls back against the wall.
Quinn tries to smirk but it requires too much energy, so she just settles with saying, "Oh yeah I forgot to tell you, it is broken."
She gets up and walks back into her kitchen, groaning when she sees the ice pack perspiring onto the table, leaving a huge puddle underneath it. She waves her hand in front of the fan and frowns when it isn't as cool as she left it. She picks up the ice pack and walks it back over to the freezer.
She hears Pucks foot steps behind her, walking slowly into the kitchen. "Why did you let me waste all my energy on that for like five minutes?" He asks, sinking into the chair that is in front of the fan. Quinn watches as the new burst of cool air takes him on the same trip as it did to her.
"Because," Quinn starts, running her hands under the cool water of her sink, attempting to rinse the sweat off, "I had to waste all my energy on it for twenty minutes."
When Quinn doesn't hear a smart-ass remark from Puck after a while, she looks up and sees him content in front of the fan, his eyes closed and Quinn wonders if he is picturing snow falling around him or the ice castle. She taps her fingers on her island watching him and decides after a minute or so he had enough time in chilly paradise.
"Hey Puck," Quinn calls over to him and he doesn't even flinch, "Puck," Quinn singsongs, walking over to him. "Puck!" Quinn eventually gets Puck out of his trance and he snaps his head around.
"What?" he asks annoyed.
Quinn tries to hold back her smile at how mad he looked at her. She almost feels bad but doesn't because he did the same to her. She doesn't know what to say, so she says, possibly egging him on, "Hi!" She says with big smile forming on her face.
He looks at her confused and says with no effort, "Hi" He turns back towards the fan and Quinn puts an automatic stop to it.
"No you don't," She says pulling his body back around by his shoulder.
"What do you want?" He wines and Quinn rolls her eyes at how pathetic he sounds.
"If I don't get the only cool part of this apartment, you don't get the only cool part of this apartment." She can see he is about to protest so she cuts him off before he gets the chance. "Come on I want you to see something." She says walking towards the living room and waving her hand for him to follow her.
He groans, throwing his head back and reluctantly gets up. She leads him into her bedroom and he smirks. "Babe I am always open to seeing you naked but can't we wait till it's a little cooler."
Quinn rolls her eyes and spits out, "Not sex you pervert." She walks over to a stand with a sheet over it, "This" She pulls the sheet off of the stand to reveal a painting.
Puck walks over to stand next to her and Quinn waits in anticipation waiting for his reaction. After what Quinn swears an eternity, he says, "What is it?" He asks confused.
"Do you like it?" Quinn asks biting her lip.
"What is it?" He asks again, re-examining it.
"It is an octopus-"
"I can see that-"
"And a giant squid-"
"I can also see that-"
"So do you like it?" Quinn asks a little frustrated he hasn't answered her question yet.
"Well if I knew what it is-"
"I told you what it was!"
"I know but what is it suppose to mean? And what are they doing?"
"It represents-"
"Wait, are they having sex?"
"No," Quinn snaps annoyed.
"Then what are they doing?"
"Shaking hands-"
"Sure they areā¦"
"They are shaking hands-"
"Aren't squids and octopuses supposed to hate each other?"
"Yes!" Quinn says, a huge grin taking over her face.
"Is it supposed to represent irony of nature or something?" Puck asks slowly, looking back over the picture.
"Kind of," Quinn says and looks at him, hoping he would say some sort of genius statement. But Quinn lets go of that hope when he looks back at her confused. Quinn sighs and explains, "It shows that even if you are suppose to be enemy by nature, you don't have to be."
Puck nods, finally understanding. "Sort of like you and Berry."
Quinn laughs, "Yeah, sort of."
"Insightful," Puck says looking at the painting.
"So do you like it?"
Pucks looks over at her and smiles, "Yeah it's great."
"You aren't just saying that?"
"No I love it," He says pulling her into a hug with one of his arms and kissed the top of her head. "Better than all the pictures of trees you are obsessed with doing." He says, as he lets go of her and sits on her bed.
Quinn rolls her eyes and ignores the last statement he said; "Well I am thinking of summiting it to the gala." She says examining it once again.
"You should," He nods.
"I should?" She asks turning to face him.
"Yes you should," He said and then looked over to the clock at the other end of the room. "Oh fuck we gotta go." He said getting up and walking to the door.
"Why?" She asked confused.
"Oh yeah I forgot to tell you. We are going to meet Finn and Rachel for lunch."
"Puck!" Quinn snapped, annoyed at her boyfriends lack of information.
"What?" He asked turning around to look at her.
"I'm not dressed." Quinn said looking down her body at her tank top and flowy skirt. The only comfortable clothes to wear in the hot weather she had to face this time of year.
"Well it looks like you are wearing cloths to me."
Quinn rolled her eyes, "Not to go out in."
"It's not like we are going anywhere fancy"
"But still," Quinn sighed and said, "Fine just give me five minutes to get ready."
"Fine, but no longer. We are already late as it is." He said walking out of the room.
"What time did you tell them we would be there?" Quinn asked calling after him, peeling her tank top off of her.
"Twelve," Puck called back. She looked at her clock that read eleven fifty nine and shook her head. She knew Rachel was going to kill her because they were always late to meeting them. Either it was because of miscommunication or Quinn and Puck got busy with other things and lost track of time.
Quinn got ready in record time: three minutes. She just threw on a fresh tank top, brushed her hair and threw it back into a fresh ponytail with a bandanna.
"That was quick," Puck said when she walked out.
"Yeah I know," Quinn said sliding her flip flops on. "I had to get ready quick because somebody didn't inform me I was going anywhere."
Puck shrugged and got up off the couch, "Finn and Rachel will get over it."
"Rachel won't," Quinn said as she opened the door and stepped out of the apartment.
"Whatever," Puck said pulling the door closed behind him.
