Title: His Personal Nurse
Pairing: Puck/Quinn
Summary: Puck gets really sick, and Quinn is determined to nurse him back to health, in time for their first wedding anniversary. Simple fluff/ Two-shot.
Author's Note: Hello dear readers! This is just a story I wrote a few months ago, and so I just edited a few parts and decided to post this on here… it's really just lot's of fluffy QUICK romance, and a side of Finchel. I hope you like it, and please review. Thank you for reading.
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For the umpteenth time today, Puck thought he'd cough his esophagus out. His throat was so sore, it felt like he had swallowed a bag of needles, and an entire fish. He shifted uncomfortably in bed and turned to his side. He has no idea why he's feeling like crap today, but he's sure he's not sick, because the Puckasaurus simply does not get sick. It's just simply impossible.
He tried to sit up, but the act in itself got him winded, so he slowly lies back down and closed his eyes. It's been almost ten minutes since Quinn had woke him up to get up out of bed and get ready for work, and she has yet to emerge from the showers. He would really love to join her, but the thought of having water run over him at the moment, made him shiver. He lifted his seemingly heavy hand and gently laid it across his forehead, nearly having a heart attack when he felt how hot it was. "Impossible." He whispers with wide eyes.
Using every ounce of his strength, Puck threw off the bed sheets and sat up, slowly slipping out of bed in only his green plaid boxers. His toes felt like they were about to fall off his feet, and the thought of getting up made him want to hurl. Determined to go downstairs and grab the thermometer, (just to be sure), Puck slowly made his way to the stairs, feeling like his head was trying to jump off his shoulders. The whole room was spinning like a friggin' tornado, and he felt nauseous all of a sudden. Puck turned his head and looked over his shoulder to the bed which suddenly seemed like miles away, before turning back to look at the stairs before him. Huffing in exhaustion, Puck set one foot on the top stair and started to descend down the 200 stairs ahead of him. By the time Puck reached the bottom stair, his legs felt like they were about to fall off from under him. Puck inhaled a lungful of air, suddenly realizing that he's absolutely tired, and panting. His eyes felt like a sack of bricks, and his legs felt like they weighed a ton. Taking another step cautiously towards the kitchen, Puck felt his stomach churn from the terribly difficult task of moving, and before he knew it, his vision blurred, and he felt his knees buckling before he suddenly hit the ground, and everything went black.
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Quinn shut the shower off and stepped out of the tub, grabbed her towel off the hook, and wrapped it tightly around herself. As she walked out of the bathroom, she glanced over to the bed that she and her husband have been sharing for nearly a year, to find he wasn't there. Shrugging to herself she continued to dry herself with her towel before she heard a faint thud from downstairs.
Rolling her eyes while she sighed loudly, she made her way to the stairs and called down to her husband, "Babe, I swear to god, if you dropped one of my paintings again, I will strangle you where you stan—," Quinn trailed off when she saw the back of her husband's legs poking out from the side of the bottom of the stairs.
"Puck, what are you doing?" she called as she began to descend the stairs.
When she got down to the bottom of the stairs, Puck was lying motionless, faced down on the carpet.
"Puck!" she shrieks, panicking momentarily. She immediately knelt down beside him and reached out to turn him around, gasping when she felt how hot his body temperature was. "Puck, baby can you hear me?" she cries as she frantically pulled his upper body across her lap. He was burning up like a furnace, and his whole body was shivering. She grabbed his face and lightly tapped his cheeks with her hands to try to get him to wake up. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she feels her hands shaking from fear for his health.
"Puck, wake up!" she nearly yells as she wraps her arms around his neck, but her voice was shaking so much she could hardly begin to call it yelling. She doesn't realize that she's crying until her vision blurs from the tears dripping from her face and onto her husband's.
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Puck heard someone calling his name, and he tried to open his eyes, but that only made him want to die. His eyes were burning, his head was throbbing inside his ears, and his stomach just didn't agree with whatever the hell was in there. Puck wrinkled his nose when he felt something wet dripping onto his face.
He could still hear someone calling his name, but it sounded really far away.
He felt a jolt of electricity run through him when he heard the voice of his wife in his ear, sounding panicked and scared. No matter how tired and absolutely shitty he felt, he fought the nausea, and the pain of waking up with all the strength left in his body. His eyes snapped open and he tried to sit up, but something around his neck was preventing him from doing so.
"Oh thank God!" Quinn cries out from above him. Puck looked up at her tear streaked face, and his heart falters slightly at the sight. He's always hated it when she cries, and he really wants to kill whatever or whoever made her shed those tears in her eyes.
"Babe," he says hoarsely. "What happened? I'll kill it." He says, but only gets shushed by his wife.
"You're not killing anything." She says as she runs her hand soothingly through the short hairs on his head. "Baby, you're so hot." She begins, and Puck can't help but grin.
"You really think so?" he asks lightly.
Quinn would've rolled her eyes, but he looks so adorably cute, and so weak, so she humors him with her double entendres. "I know so, baby. You're hot as hell, and we need to call the ambulance because you're burning holes in our carpet with your total hotness." It was true, but right now all she can think of, was getting him to the hospital and having him get a checkup for what he might've caught.
Puck chuckled before turning away and coughing profusely. "Baby, I think I'm sick… don't tell anyone."
Before Quinn could think of something to say to that, Puck grabbed her hand and kissed her palm, told her to wash hand, and passed out in her lap. "Baby?" she calls to him, but he was out like a light. Quinn did a quick mental scenario check, before jumping into action.
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One hour later, Quinn and Puck trudged out of the hospital, just having found out that Puck had caught the Dengue fever.
Puck tried not to lean too much on his wife as she led him to their car.
As soon as they got home, Quinn took him straight to their room and practically forced him into bed before running down to the kitchen to whip him up some soup. It's a terrible thing to watch him so helpless and weak in bed, and Quinn couldn't stop the tears from falling as she bustled around in the kitchen, getting out the ingredients for her sick husband's soup.
When she got up to the room, she found Puck half naked on the floor next to their bed. His shirt and jeans were lying in a little heap by the foot of the bed, so he was clad only in his boxer briefs and socks. Quinn quickly set the soup down on the bedside table and tried to wake him up. She would gladly carry him to bed if she could, but her husband weighs a lot more than she did, and she wouldn't be much useful with a broken back. When she finally managed to wake him up, he claims to have no recollection of getting up or falling off the bed, so she helps him get back into bed before draping the sheets over his legs.
Quinn fed him his soup which he only ate because she threatened to call Rachel to come over and sing her favorite headband songs until he eats. He managed to eat about half of it, before he complained about wanting to throw up. Quinn decided that he's eaten enough and grabbed the thermometer that she had brought up from the kitchen with her. "Open up and let me stick this under your tongue." She says softly to which Puck pouted. "I don't want to have anything under my tongue." He complains.
"Baby, you're going to open up and let me check your temperature with this thermometer, or else I'll tell everyone in this neighborhood that you're sick."
Puck mockingly gasped. "You wouldn't!" he says with narrowed eyes.
"I would… and I'll also call Santana to come over and help me shove this under your tongue."
Puck looks at her dejectedly before opening up, and letting her stick the thermometer under his tongue.
Quinn smiled, "Good boy… Now close your mouth," she says when he still hasn't done so.
"Ah Lonn' walla glo et." He says with difficulty as he fights to keep his mouth open.
"Puck, do you want to get better or not?" Quinn asks him incredulously.
Puck looks up at the ceiling, looking like he's deep in thought. "Yeth," he nods.
"Then close your mouth and let me check your temperature."
Puck does as he's told and closed his mouth with an adorable pout.
Quinn feels terrible when she finds that his temperature seems to have risen. "Shit," she mutters under breath.
"Wha?" he asks.
"Nothing." Quinn shakes her head and pulled the thermometer out of his mouth before setting aside on the tray next to his leftover soup.
She wanted so badly to kiss the sickness away, but even Puck was forbidding her from kissing him in case she catches his sickness too.
"I'm sorry you had to miss work today because I'm sick." He says a bit sadly.
Quinn looks at him oddly. "Puck, don't ever apologize for getting sick… everyone gets sick at some point, and I'm glad that I'm the one who gets to stay home and take care of you."
When Puck doesn't make any change in his sad expression, she puts a hand carefully under his chin and lifts his face so that they were staring right into each other's eyes. "I am your wife, and as my duty as your wife, I have to take care of you, the way that you've always taken care of me."
Puck knows what she's trying to do, so he humors her with a grin, even when he knows that it's supposed to be his job to take care of her, and not the other way around.
Quinn kisses his forehead, and told him to go back to sleep while she cleans up in the kitchen. Puck agrees after making Quinn promise to be his personal sexy nurse.
As Quinn cleaned up in the kitchen, she has one thing in mind. She's going to nurse her husband back to health in time for their wedding anniversary which is in two days, even if she has to be his personal sexy nurse.
Chapter one complete… next chapter is going to include the fun stuff, so keep reading… and please review.