She looked at the boy's concerned face prancing up and down the hospital lobby. She lingered at the thought that the older Puckerman probably did the same thing regarding her in this very same hospital lobby. She couldn't help but half-smile.
"The thing you said to my brother. It's not true you know," a voice startled from behind her. She knew who it was without having to turn her physique around. They both continued to examine what was going on right before them.
"I was just looking out for Marley." She finally spoke out. "It was a big day for her. She didn't need any distractions."
"She's very special to him. He's not going to hurt her." He said, triggering a shift in her body position. She knew he was right because, let's face it, she, of all people, should know better than anybody else about displays of affection of the Puckerman variety.
"Like I said, she didn't need any distractions. Not now."
Their conversation was grinded to a halt when rushes of screams and thank gods were heard at the end of the lobby. Marley finally woke up. She's going to be fine. One by one, they all entered her hospital room, Jake was leading.
"He's very sweet that kid." He said, looking like a proud parent. "He may think he's bad-ass, but he's got a good heart. Unlike his brother…" He paused when she looked at him.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. His brother's hardcore."
They both shared a laugh.
"I don't know Puck. I wouldn't say so." She grinned. "I would say he's exactly like his brother."
He smiled at her. And then it hit him. He misses this. He misses her. But he's not planning on telling her or anyone else about it. Hell no. He curses his pride for getting in the way.
"So, how's Yale been treating you?" He asked to break the growing silence between them. Oh crap. He didn't want to ask this question. No. Not after what Santana told him earlier. Sure, it's insanely gross that she's having an affair with a married, probably old and very bolding faculty member. But he figures he's not one to judge. Been there, done that. Still, a little part of him died as he heard the words coming out of his best girl-friend's mouth. A little part also wanted to beat the crap out of this professor pervert. Scratch that, a big part.
"Good."
"I'm glad." He replied, arms crossed, refusing to make eye contact.
"We should probably see how she is." She grabbed his arm and linked it with her own. He would be lying if he said he didn't like how it felt.