Title: Creamy
Pairing: Puckleberry
Length: One-shot.
A/N: Ew. Dialogue. Quick. Bored.
"Clean it up."
"You clean it up."
"Please clean it up."
"No, you please clean it up."
"Noah! Stop acting like a child and clean it up!"
"I don't want to touch it! It's creamy and pasty and nasty and it came from you."
"Noah, shut up, it did not come from me."
"Well, it came from a part of you. That's good enough."
"I'm going to count to three…"
"You're not intimidating me."
"…and if it isn't cleaned up by then…"
"Oh, I'm so scared."
"I will make sure the next time you want some Puck Jr. lovin', it's going to be painful."
"God woman, alright! You didn't have to attack Puck Jr. He's innocent."
"I wouldn't have to do anything if you would just clean it up!"
"Okay, let's make a deal…"
"I am not making a 'deal' with you, Noah."
"Let's say I clean it up…"
"You're cleaning it up."
"Then you have to clean it up the next three times."
"That doesn't even make sense!"
"Okay, then I'm not cleaning it up."
"You. Are. Infuriating."
"That's why you married me, babe."
"Mhm."
"Hey, where are you going?"
"Nowhere."
"Wait, babe, what are you doing? Who are you calling?"
"Nobody."
"If it's my mother, I swear to Yahweh…"
"It's not…Oh, hi Deborah…"
"Okay."
"What's that?"
"I'll clean it up, damn. You can't do shit like that."
"Noah! What did I say about cursing in front of the baby!"
"Well it's his fault we're in this mess. Puking all over the table…"
"Thank you Noah, you're such a wonderful husband."
"Yeah, yeah. Just remember what I said. Next three times!"
"Mhm."
fin.