Marry Me?
Aka: Five times Noah Puckerman asked Quinn Fabray to marry him – and the one time she said yes
Part 1/5.
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The first time he asks her, they're in his truck in the Burger King parking lot at nine in the morning, eating breakfast. He's on his second croissant sandwich and she's making her way through her mini-cinnamon rolls when he realizes that this is kind of perfect – that they're kind of perfect. And he knows it might make him a pansy, but that's the great thing about being with Quinn – when he's with her, he just doesn't care.
"God, we're so lame," Quinn says, licking some icing from her fingertips. She giggles.
"But it's a good kind of lame, right?" Puck asks, grinning.
She smiles lightly, but doesn't answer. They sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes.
"Puck?" she asks finally, her voice quiet. "What's going to happen to us?"
He glances over at her and clears his throat before he speaks. "What do you mean?"
She doesn't look at him, just stares straight ahead. "I mean, after this summer. We just graduated, and I'm going to college in the fall, and you're -"
"Staying here," he finishes. He turns to look at her. "We'll figure something out, Quinn. I'll drive up to Ohio State every weekend if I can." He can see the doubt in her eyes, but he plows on – he has to, because, above all things, he can't lose her. "I'm committed to this relationship – to you, Quinn."
She gives him a watery smile, and, suddenly, he has an urge to prove just how much she means to him. He knows he risks sounding like a complete idiot, and he knows she could laugh in his face, but he just decides to fuck it and goes for it. (Because, honestly, when has Puck ever thought things through?)
He grabs her hand, looking her in the eyes. "I love you, Quinn. And I want to be with you. It's like – it's like I can't be without you. Like those three months you were with Evans, that killed me. Like, it literally felt like I had been shot in the chest every time I looked at you. And we've been through so much – and I know I sound like such a pussy right now – but I just… want it to last forever." Her brow is crinkled, and he sees she truthfully doesn't see what's coming next. Honestly, he doesn't either, until the words are spilling out of his mouth. "I think we should get married."
As her eyes widen, he backtracks, internally cursing himself for being so tactless. "I don't mean right now, or even in the immediate future, but just… someday."
He sees the corner of her mouth twitch, and then she's smiling, and then she's laughing, its glorious sound filling up the entire space of his truck, and even though he's a little hurt, he can't help but smile. She just looks so beautiful when she laughs.
Finally, she ceases, and she asks, "Did you seriously just propose to me in the Burger King parking lot?"
He can't help but laugh when she starts giggling again, because when she says it out loud, he realizes how ridiculous it is.
She knows he was serious though, because she reaches out to touch his cheek before she says, "I'm just not ready to think about anything like that yet, Puck. I mean, we just graduated from high school. I love you, you know I do, but… we're not Finn and Rachel. We know that we're meant to be, but I don't feel like we need to prove it to anyone. I don't want to rush anything, you know?"
And he does know. Because, even though, in a way, she's rejecting his sort-of proposal, he knows that someday (when they're not in a Burger King parking lot), when the time is right, she'll say yes.
Until then, he can wait.
Hey! As you can see, this is a five-part story, in which Puck repeatedly asks Quinn to marry him. I thought the idea sounded cute, so... I'm writing it. Haha.
It should be done in a couple of weeks at most. No promises though, because it's nearing the end of the semester and I could become bogged down with homework, D:
Next part should be up Wednesday.
If you liked this and want to see where it's going, don't forget to review and/or alert! (:
