So, I wanted to write today (my last free day before work and school become the norm again) but was having a hard time getting inspired. But then someone said to write an uninterupted PQ food fight scene and though I'm pretty sure this wasn't the anticipated result, this is what I managed to write. Just a short little drabble. Enjoy!


She remembers it like snapshots. No clear fluid memories of how it started or how it escalated so fast, just Polaroids that are still being shook by hand, desperately trying to get the pictures to show up. The pictures never do quite show up but the feeling, god she remembers the feelings.

The feeling of his hand when she gives the dirty cash back, his skin warm against hers. The feeling of her lips upturning when he talks of the baby and the feeling of the hard egg shell pressed into her palm. She feels the flour and cocoa hitting her, his hands on her waist, face, and arms, a gentle hand moving back her blonde hair.

She feels his lips pressed against hers and an ache erupt from between her legs. Feels the way his muscles move and flex beneath her fingertips as she tries to desperately bring him closer, his tongue now in her mouth.

Then it's nothing but hands creeping up her dress and touching her there, her lips skating across his jaw and neck, leaving a trail of sticky cocoa in her wake. She clutches on to his black shirt, hands now covered in cake mix and egg yolk as her jaw drops, eyebrows scrunching together as she lets a muffled moan escape her lips, the sound being caught in the fabric of his shirt.

She opens her eyes and looks up at the blackboard where Mr. Schue is lecturing, Finn's head visible in her peripheral vision. She crosses her legs in a lady like manner, trying to take care of an entirely new ache. She looks down at her textbook that's open in front of her because seeing Finn makes her feel even guiltier.

(Although she welcomes the guilt more than anything else she's feeling. She ignores the little voice inside her head that's whispering how much she enjoyed Puck touching her like that again, in school no less, because that voice is dangerous and not the one she should be listening to. She stays focused on feeling guilty even with the evil voice whispering to her that she's a sinner and that she can't deny how much she loves it.)