Authors Note: These are just tiny little stories to hold me, and hopefully readers, over until season two. No plot, rating K+ for swearing and sexual scenes in later chapters. But for right now, fluffy and adorable Puck/Quinn is coming your way.
For this particular piece...well, I never knew how hard it is to write five year olds until you actually do it! o_0 It's hard, making sure they don't sound to old...etc...
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Title: I'm Tired (nonoriginal title I know)
Characters: Puck, Quinn, Rachel, Finn
Rating: definently K..basically G, lol...
Length: 675
Quinn was tired. She always got tired at this time, 11:30, and it made Quinn cranky because nap time wasn't for another hour. She'd go off into a corner, with a couple of toys surrounding her like a fortress, and glare at the kids screaming and throwing blocks across the room. There was Finn, this annoying boy who always screamed like a girl and liked to through blocks particularly hard. He had hit her once, but she had pushed him down during recess and told him that he sucked. She had gotten put in time out, but seeing his little face twist with hurt was worth it. A little.
Then there was Rachel, this obnoxious girl who sang all the time. During recess, during reading time, and even during nap time. She'd sing these weird songs about flying dolphins and about expressing yourself, and she always talked about her two dads all the time which was confusing to Quinn. Her mommy had told her that Rachel had a mother, but how could Rachel have a mommy when she had two dads? Quinn wasn't allowed to talk to her anyway; she had overheard her daddy talking to her mommy about how Quinn wasn't allowed to socialize with 'people like that', whatever that means, but Quinn liked to throw blocks at Rachel after nap time as payback for singing all through nap time with an annoying screeching voice that made her sound like a dying whale. Noah's words, not hers.
Noah was one of the only friends she had at the daycare actually. His hair was weird, and he liked to push Quinn down most of the time, but he was funny, and always pushed other kids out of the way so Quinn could get her food first during snack time. But she was glaring at him today to, because he and Finn, who for some weird reason were best friends, were throwing blocks at each other. And laughing, loudly, which made Quinn angrier and crankier by the second. She was really tired; she had stayed up late last night to watch Sleeping Beauty with Daddy, and hadn't gotten to bed until 9:00, which was very late, Daddy said, for a five year old. Noah had told her earlier that nine o'clock wasn't late at all, and Quinn had dumped paint on his head and had gotten time out again. She didn't understand why the teacher always picked on her.
Anyways, the two boys were getting louder and louder and Quinn's grasp on the toys in front of her was getting firmer and firmer, until the teddy bear's head she was holding looked twice its usual size and distorted, and ugly looking. And then she heard Rachel singing, some annoying tune about magical leaves, and the little girl snapped.
She threw her toys behind her, each one smacking the wall with a small thud, and then walked up to Rachel. She looked at the girl for a long moment, and then pushed her. Rachel stumbled back, tears automatically forming in the little girls eyes, but Quinn paid them no attention. She had already walked over to Finn and Noah, and pushed both of the boys away from each other. The room had suddenly gone very silent, little kids mouths opened slightly as the pretty angel girl with the golden hair and green eyes started talking.
"You guys need to stop," she said, her voice honey sweet but still holding a trace of anger. "You're too loud and distracting….and, and, I really wanna take a nap," she said, stomping her foot angrily. "And all you guys are being stupid and Rachel sings too loud, and I'm tired," the five year old concluded.
The two boys, Finn and Noah, looked at her; each of the boys eyes the size of saucers.
"I didn't know angels yell," Finn whispered to Noah quietly as the little girl stomped away.
Noah, rolled his little six year old eyes, "If she's an angel than my mommy has this whole Christian thing all wrong,"
