They're now 15. It's been a ten year friendship. None of the three had been adopted yet, or even fostered. Yet, they didn't care. They were so connected, so in sync…and they couldn't even dream of being apart. They were family.
Sam called her 'Q'. He always has, and he always will. It's quick and it just rolls off of your tongue. Puck lost the game of a 'cutesy nickname'. Sam bagsied Q and whenever Puck tries to call her that, he gets a yelling from Sam. "Get your own fricking nickname dude" So Puck just settled for 'Fabray'. It's better than Quinn, he guesses.
She calls him 'Sammy'. How fricking adorable, Puck thinks. Every time she calls for him, he wants to clench his fist and shatter Sam into a million pieces. SO what if they were best pals? Quinn meant a lot more to him quite honestly. However, Sam's not the only one who gets a nickname. She calls him Zill. No-one else gets it. Sam kinda gets it, but he doesn't like it. The story behind that is that…well…Puckzilla is a bit of a mouthful. So, when he refused to let her return to calling him Puck…she decided Zill is a cute enough name.
Puck always felt Sam was his competition. Ever since day one. They shared Quinn, she always sat in the middle of them, and always shared her affection evenly, making the competition hard to call. Puck's not sure whether the competition for Sam is for Quinn's love…romantically. Sam may just want to spend time with his best friend, but for Puck…it's always a competition for her love.
One night, when everyone is out, Puck and Quinn decide to watch a movie. He settles in the playroom, on the couch, and begins on the popcorn. And Quinn enters the room, in her tight pyjama shorts and a…very…low cut tank top. Holy…mother of God. Yes, she's so hot he's turned to Christianity.
"Zill, you started the movie without me?" she does her puppy dog pout and slumps on the couch next to him, cradling her knee to her chin.
"Shut it Fabray, you took so fucking long with your hair or whatever" he retorts tapping the end of the remote on her nose.
The next bit wasn't expected. She snuggled onto him, her head on his shoulder, her body leaning on his and her hand stretched across his stomach. He tensed awkwardly. Where the fuck do I put my hand? Her boob? Her hair? Her hip? He stuttered for a few minutes before deciding the hip was a safe bet.
He really didn't know what the movie was about…all he knew was the girl of his dreams, was pressed against him. Despite the fact he knows that Jews don't have heaven, this must be some sort of equivalent…
A half hour went by.
"He's the murderer" She stated boldly, as if she'd seen it before.
He scoffed. "What? No way Fabray, he's the most obvious suspect…it'll never be him"
Now, she scoffed, "He. Is. The. Murderer. End of"
He shifted and she looked up into his eyes, "You're not always right, Q" he mocked. She squirted up, throwing endless amounts of popcorn at him.
"That's Sam's name for me you ASS!" she teased clambering ontop and wrestling him. They were laughing hysterically now…and he fought back, now she was on her back.
He picked up a single piece of corn, and was trying to force it through her clenching lips, which was getting easier as she just kept laughing.
"EAT IT" he yelled.
"Um, hi guys?" a third party entered the room. Oh fuck you Sam Evans.
"SAMMY" she launched away from Puck and now into Sam's arms. He hugged her back, picking her up and throwing her back on the couch.
"Listen you two, we need to talk" his expression was really stern and serious. Puck had never seen him like this before.
"Are you breaking up with us?" giggled Quinn, and Puck stifled his laugh into the back of Quinn's neck.
"GUYS! Listen now!" he was really serious now. Sam rested on the adjacent arm of the couch. He was shaking now, and Puck sensed Quinn was worried. They were all very tense.
"I'm gay"
FUCK YES…..OH THANK YOU LORD, ALLAH, BUDDAH, SATAN OR WHOEVER.
"WE KNOW" giggled Quinn, turning back to the TV and turning the movie from pause. Sam shifted again and picked up the remote. He paused it and stared at her, raised eyebrows and wearing a 'what the hell face'.
"What do you mean 'we know'?"
She swirled onto her knees, "Sammy, babe, your hair is brighter than the sun, whereas the time we met, you were dirty blonde haired. You wear skinny jeans, and every time I wear a tank top you never stare….I know, and I don't care, you're still the same guy to me because I love you…and so does Puck, so stop feeling sorry for yourself, sit down and shut up" she winked at the last remark and snuggled in between her boys.
Oh yea, thought Puck, no competition…I've won.
