Muse struck me all of the sudden, and this happened! It's odd, and quite vague. I don't know where it came from. I haven't done much writing outside The Little Moments, so I'm still getting used to it, but I hope you all enjoy this!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Glee, or the song American Baby by Dave Matthews Band
But I've been walking for a thousand miles, one last time I could see you smile
Two years. That's how long it's been since they've seen each other. Two years. But time and distance don't mean anything when their feelings have remained the same
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She runs into him at the gas station. Literally runs into him. She gives the cashier $20 to fill her car up, and when she turns around she bumps into a broad, white t-shirt clad chest. She looks down and brushes the hair out of her face, apologizing quickly multiple times. "Quinn?" She knows that voice. She'd know it anywhere. She slowly looks up from under her lashes. "Puck." She whispers and the name on her lips feels so odd and familiar at the same time. He's smiling down at her timidly and he looks exactly the same as he did two summers ago. She feels her heart flutter in her chest the way it always did when he was around. She gets the urge to hug him, just wrap her little arms around his big frame and hold him so the world will stop turning. She doesn't.
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They go to dinner. Breadsticks, of course. The hostess seats her at a little booth in the corner, and she waits for him. She's afraid. She's more than afraid, she's… terrified. She can feel her heart pounding in her chest, beads of sweat forming on her hairline; she feels her knee start to shake with anxiety. But then she sees him, khaki pants and navy blue button down, and relief washes over her.
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"Are you seeing anyone?" She expected this question. Her cheeks get hot. "Not anymore." He nods slowly like he understands, but he couldn't possibly understand. "What about you?" He shakes his head and half-smiles. She thinks, maybe this is fate, the two of them running into each other, both single, hearts still yearning for one another. But that's silly, there's no such thing as fate.
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She drags him through his small apartment, eager to feel him again, finally. She giggles as they fall back onto the bed, her little hands already gripping the bottom of his shirt. He smiles and kisses her softly; she's still giggling. Layers and layers of clothing are shed and soon it's just them, Puck and Quinn, falling back into this same routine. He feels so familiar, yet so foreign. He's tattooing kisses up her ribcage, grazing her thigh with his rough hand. Her heartbeat speeds up, once again, but this time it's not out of fear, but excitement. She feels him enter her, gently at first, then thrusting deep into her as she cries out in pleasure. His fingers lace through hers as he presses kisses to her neck, her jaw, her lips. He's a stranger now, but he still loves her the same way he did all those years ago. She can feel it in his touch, see it in his eyes. It's funny how calm she feels; she's out of breath, but at least she can finally breathe.
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The next morning she wakes up tangled up in him and smiles to herself as she listens to his heavy breathing. She doesn't feel as if she's waking up from a long night's rest, she feels as though she's waking up from years of sleeping through her life. She finally feels alive. He always did have that effect on her.
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She falls back asleep to the rhythm of his heavy heartbeat, but it's not long before she's awoken again by his lips on her skin. Her eyes flutter open and she's greeted by his warm smile above her. He licks his lips. "So, bacon and waffles?"
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