A/N: All, I've decided to step outside the Puckleberry Universe and do a drabble style fic based off prompts. I know, I know…. It's been done before but hey, maybe you'll like mine too? All characters/pairings are fair game. For now, this is rated T, I'll change if need be. Please, feel free to suggest prompts, pairings, supporting characters etc. I'll draw the prompts from anything/anywhere…

Vignettes – A Peek Into Their Lives

Chapter 1: Marshmallow

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"What the hell is that?" Mike mumbled incoherently from his spot on the side of the bed.

"S'me I think." His bedmate grumbled from her vast cavern of blankets.

A moment later a slender arm slithered from under the comforter.

Rachel groaned and started fumbling for the offensive phone slowly vibrating itself off the table.

"It's like, 3:16 in the morning. Who texts you this late?" He questioned, squinting at the glaring red numbers of the alarm clock on his side.

She didn't reply as her fingers finally closed around the obtrusive item. After a few failed finger swipes, she unlocked the phone and tapped into her messages.

She mumbled under her breath as she read the message and tossed the phone back on the table.

"Who was it?" He asked as she began to burrow back under her covers.

"Puck. That stupid, ridiculously mohowked boy is still drunk texting people. He is entirely too old for this behavior. Tomorrow, I will take drastic measures. Now? Now, I'm going back to sleep." She muttered before yanking the comforter back over her head, effectively ending their conversation.

5 hours later….

"Have you lost your freaking mind woman!"

Mike woke to the sound of a very masculine shriek followed by a heinously loud retort from the petite woman that was no longer laying next to him.

"ME? ME? Have I lost MY MIND! YOU texted ME at 3:15 about god-damn marshmallows! You wanted me to put them in a magical nightstand! There is NO excuse for that! I already have a husband and a child… A young child…. A young child that didn't fall asleep until 2:30 this morning! I swear to God, Allah, Buddha and whoever else you worship, I will END YOU if you ever text me something that ridiculous, that early, EVER AGAIN!"

Mike waited until he heard her move from Puck's room before moving. He pulled on a pair of pajama pants and silently slinked to his friend/roommate's room.

A peek around the corner had him dissolving into giggles. The very much hungover man in the bed was completely covered in marshmallows. They were all over his bed, the floor, and he was pretty sure there was a mini marshmallow stuck in Puck's ear, not to mention the super sticky marshmallow fluff he appeared to have smeared on his head and pillow.

The laughter caught the marshmallow covered man's attention.

"So I guess maybe I should stop taking my phone with me when I plan to get shit bombed huh?" Pucked suggested lamely as he began de-marshmallowing himself.

"You should probably come up with something. You know how vengeful she's become since she had Lydia…." Mike agreed.

"Maybe I should start looking for my own place…." Puck mumbled as he started pushing more marshmallows off the bed as he tried to stand.

"Eh, you're 30, what's the rush?" Mike replied as he moved off the kitchen.

Seconds later a loud explicative filled the air.

"He must've found the marshmallow fluff I put in his slippers." Rachel mused as she kissed her husband good morning.

"Pure evil."

End

(989): TAKE ALL THE MARSHMALLOWS AND PUT THEM ALL IN THE MAGICAL NIGHTSTAND.

Thoughts?