The Last Thing

AN: I love Puck from Glee, and Caroline Forbes from The Vampire Diaries, so this just sort of happened. Set before the Matt/Caroline storyline, assuming she never bonded with Matt after being rejected by Damon.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the story.

1.

I went looking for a drink, the last thing I needed was another arrogant blond to deal with.

The 'Seven-Eleven' sign blinked obviously from the corner of my eye. It's lights were faded and I was left outside on the pavement watching it. It was so typical- like I'd told Quinn, I'd sit until someone offered me a beer. Quinn. God, I didn't want to think about her. I sighed, letting my head droop irritatedly against the bike-racks. It was bordering on ten-forty p.m. I supposed they weren't getting much business, which made me even more pissed off. I blinked dazedly at the ground, then let my eyelids close. Clearly I'd have to go home soon, and I'd be empty-handed.

High-heels against marble-tiles and the sliding whoosh of automatic doors made me open my eyes, and rise to my feet. A little smirk played on my lips when I saw a teenager; about my age. I walked right in after her, pretending to look around. A quick but accurate guess led me to believe she was drunk, and in need of company. I heard a very faint sniffle as she poured herself a slurpee; coca-cola.

I lent against the machine and nodded in her direction, "That's my favorite flavor." I exclaimed with a wink.

"That's nice." She said. Her voice was emotionless, and I truthfully couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic or not.

"And you obviously aren't." I smiled, "That's okay, mean girls are hot."

The look she gave me then was a very drunk version of offense, "You aren't funny. I've had enough of arrogant guys."

"And I've had enough of bitchy blonds, but here I am." I offered her an eye roll, "I'll just come right out with it. Do you have alcohol?"

"No." She pursed her lips, "And even if I did, why would I give it to you? Who are you?"

I ignored the first question, "I'm Puck, And you are?"

"I'm Caroline."

"Caroline." I repeated, "Right. Well if you have no-"

"I might have a bit of alcohol." She murmured, cutting me off then looking down, and taking a sip from the slurpee.

"In that case, you wanna hang out for a while?"

She nodded guiltily and I led her outside, paying for the slurpee on my way out.

"My friends said I should go home and sober up." She said tucking strands of hair behind her ear.

"Your friends don't sound like fun at all." I murmured, "Why don't you come have a good time?"

She opened up her handbag and passed me a bottle, "Thanks, But no thanks. Knock yourself out."

"I'll text you?" I said giving her my phone. She typed in her number and began to walk off.

"Yep." Caroline called stumbling to her car, she'd get pulled up for sure, "See ya Puck."

"You aren't really going to drink drive, are you?" I called out, just as she'd gone to open the door. She looked at the car, and then back to me. And giggled.

"Maybe just a little while." She murmured.

"A while is good."