I pressed my face a bit harder against Puck's chest, feeling cold. It was a thunderstorm outside tonight and it was cold and loud the two things that I hated most. The thunder crashed inside my ears and exploded in my brain. As a child, I've always hated thunder. The noise made me want to hide inside a cave and never come out. But mostly because of the nervous, aching feeling you get because it had power. Enough power to put you out of your misery. It made me feel small and powerless which I hated to feel. I never want to feel defeat or weakness. My heart pounded loudly in my chest and my breaths faster and coming out in short bursts. I felt Puck shift a little which made me feel uneasy. I didn't want him to let go. I pressed my thigh against his leg which was covered in heavy fabric from which his ratty gray sweats were made of. I heard him make some kind of satisfied grunt at the back of his throat which I found turned me on a bit. Then the thunder crashed against the window and it made me jump out of my skin. Then Puck's eyes flew open.
"Quinn. Relax. It's just a bit of thunder." He told me, his voice groggy but still manage to calm me a little.
"Just a bit?" I squeaked. I hate to show weakness. But it was difficult to withstand it with these conditions.
His arm tightened around me comfortably. "What do you want me to do?"
"What do you mean?"
Then, he started to hum some kind of unknown tune but it was beautiful. My ears filled with the sound and I couldn't hear the thunder anymore or the rain thrashing violently against the window. I could feel his hot breath on the top of my head. My body filled up with warmth and I slept again in Puck's arms.
I woke up. Sunshine was streaming in through the window and the heady scent of buttered toast and bacon filled my nostrils. The body I was hugging was just a ghost of the reminder that was last night. Puck was gone. I scanned the room like an owl looking for its prey. Still no Puck. The fresh-breakfast scent made my mouth water but my mind was on the thought, "Where the hell is Puck?" My fingers curled around something crinkly and I held open my palm. It was a note from Puck. I'm out with the cripple, Mike and Matt. Don't miss me too much. Puck.
I smiled but a thought crossed my mind, Cripple? Oh…Artie. I bounded down the stairs. The scent filled my head. The kitchen came into view. Puck's mom was baking blueberry muffins while Sarah, Puck's little sister was pouring a lot of maple syrup on her waffles. I've always wondered "If pancakes were the same as waffles then what would it be called? Paffles?" For the past few weeks Sarah had been sort of the little sister I've always dreamed of. Small, cute, always asks you random questions, tugs at your hand when she asks you something, bribes you with toys in exchange for making her a sandwich, makes you watch iCarly with her and saying most of iCarly's lines with her and all that stuff.
"Good morning Quinn!" She said cheerfully through mouthfuls of her soggy, maple-syrup-drowned waffles.
"Good morning Sarah." I said.
"Did you hear the thunder last night?" Sarah asked excitedly. I shivered slightly. I still didn't like thunder, even the name and the word. But then the memory of Puck last night quickly dissolved the memory of thunder into oblivion. "Yes, I did. It was kinda loud, wasn't it?"
Sarah nodded. "Mom said that thunder meant Jesus is angry at someone." I heard Sarah's mom chuckle. I smiled. "So who do you think Jesus is angry at?"
"Noah. Maybe. He's always going out with his friends. He barely watches iCarly with me anymore." Sarah said.
"It's like that when you're older Sarah. Sometimes family isn't enough. Friends are the family you choose while in your case you mom and Noah are the family that God chooses for you." I sort of liked giving inspirational lectures to Sarah. Sarah looked down at her waffles. "And you Quinn!" She said suddenly, her face ecstatic. My stomach quivered slightly. I couldn't be part of this family. Mrs. Puckerman set the tray of fresh blueberry muffins on the kitchen counter and she sat herself down on the other side of Sarah while drinking her mg of coffee. "We should wait for Noah."
As if on cue Puck burst through the door in basketball shorts and a Cleveland Cavaliers jersey. He was sweating. He sat next to me and said, "Sorry I'm late but I had this thing…" But Mrs. Puckerman interrupted him. "Let's just say grace." As usual I was the one to lead it. I reached out for the bacon but Mrs. Puckerman said, "Oh dear, bacon isn't good for the baby. You wouldn't want the baby to look fat now would you?" I shook my head. "I guess not." Breakfast was great. I felt full but in a few hours I'd be overcome with morning sickness. I walked up to the room and Puck strode in after me. "Where were you?" I asked, sitting on the bed.
"Basketball."
"With a cripple?" I asked, why would anyone play basketball with a cripple? But I've seen on TV where people in wheelchairs play basketball just like normal people.
"He keeps score." Puck said, peeling off his jersey revealing his tight six-pack. I bit my bottom lip.
"But wouldn't two on one be unfair?"
"I can take 'em down." Puck said confidently.
"Um, thanks for last night. It was really sweet of you." I said, nervously nervous.
Puck smiled and pulled on his shirt. "Anytime." He leaned down and kissed my cheek. The hairs on which his lips had touched now felt like it was standing. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. "Now I gotta run." He said, opening the door. "Where are you going this time?" I sounded pretty annoyed.
"Out. Don't miss me too much." Puck said and just like that, he left me alone again.
That night, I was alone again. It was almost seven and Mrs. Puckerman and Sarah were off doing something. Puck was still not here which made me kind of anxious. I was sort of creeped out that they would leave me alone like this and that their neighbor Marty is always checking me out. I was sort of going to take a nap when there was a knock on the door. My heart jumped. I thought it was Marty, Puck's creep neighbor but it was actually Puck. He had his hands in his pockets and stood there awkwardly like he was asking me out on a date. "Um, hey. I just…do you wanna go somewhere? I mean, with me?" he asked sheepishly. I did have to admit it was kinda cute when he did that. Puck was in a white thermal and jeans. The thermal shirt was pretty tight on him and it accentuated his buff chest. I bit my bottom lip again. Why was I always biting my bottom lip?
I raised my eyebrow. "Where exactly?"
"Um, it's a surprise."
"Last time you said that you got me pregnant." I said tonelessly.
"Um, well…I swear I won't get you pregnant this time since you're already pregnant."
"Is it a good surprise?"
"Hope so." He gestured to his car. I walked with him. He opened the door for me and we backed out of the driveway. Kings Of Leon's song "Sex on Fire" blast through the car's sound system. I found myself tapping along and Puck was singing quietly, "And you, you're sex is on fire." But as the song progresses he started to sing loudly. His voice was sexy, that was for sure. I found myself singing along too. We were having a blast. When the song ended, we burst into laughs.
"I didn't know you could sing like that." Puck commented.
"I know, it sucks."
"No, it was sexy babe." Puck smirked.
I felt my cheeks getting hot. We were now on an unfamiliar trail.
"Where are we?" I asked again.
"I told you, it's a surprise."
"Give me a hint."
"No. Besides, we're almost there."
After a few minutes we were at a cliff sort of thing. Puck parked the car a few hundred feet away. There was a tree strung with golden lights and the view of the stars and Lima Heights. Puck and I got out of the car and he pulled out a blanket thing that you used for picnics and he laid it out on the grass. He grabbed a picnic basket out of the trunk and placed it out on the picnic blanket. He casually sat down and said, "If you want to come over here then you're welcome to." I slowly made my way to him, not sure what all this was. I knelt down across from him as he started to lay out the food. I could see buttered rolls, mashed potatoes, corn bread, there was even roast beef and for dessert, apple pie. The smell was intoxicating. It was hard to resist. My mind stalled for a second and I said, "You made all of this?"
Puck grinned, "No. I had help." He fed me a buttered roll. God it was good.
"So that's why you were gone the whole day."
"Uh huh." Puck said nonchalantly and fed me another one. "Wait so you arranged this all on your own?" I asked.
"Don't talk when your mouth is full." He fed me a spoonful of mashed potatoes. He grabbed two champagne flutes and poured sparkling cider in. He offered one to me and I daintily sipped it. He feed me a bunch of other stuff they were all delicious. Finn would never make an effort to do something like this for me. On dates he'd usually take me bowling or Lima Freeze or movie nights at his house but never something like this. But I wasn't really into it even though he was sweet and all.
This felt entirely different. It felt like it was just me and Puck. Nobody else was on my mind but Puck. My heart beat fast but it beat quiet. The view was amazing. The golden lights that were strung up in the tree looked like it had come from some unknown land.
Now at this point Puck was feeding me the apple pie. "Where are we anyway?"
"Um, I don't exactly know. Some…fr - acquaintances told me about this place. I figured you needed a break so…ta da." He said, gesturing at the surroundings. I guess it was breathtaking in that Lima Heights sort of way. But with Puck it seemed a lot more than just breathtaking. It was absolutely beautiful.
"Oh. Well, it's beautiful Puck. Thank you for taking me out here." I said as a crisp breeze rolled in. Puck smiled.
"I actually want to show you something. It's for Glee club and just tell me what you think." Puck stood up and grabbed something out of his truck. A guitar. "Well actually, not for Glee club. It's for you. And I hope you get what I really want to say. Or sing. Or whatever." Puck started to sing and strum his guitar. His voice is definitely one of the best voices I've ever heard. Next to Hayley Williams. Damn that girl could sing. Throughout the song Puck was moving closer and closer to me and now we were only inches apart.
I'm not a perfect person, there's many things I wish I didn't do
But I continue learning, I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know
I found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
And the reason is you
I'm sorry that I hurt you, it's something I must live with everyday
And all the pain I put you through, I wish that I could take it all away
And be the one who catches all your tears
That's why I need you to hear
I found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
And the reason is you
And the reason is you
And the reason is you
And the reason is you
I'm not a perfect person, I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know
I found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
And the reason is you
I found a reason to show
A side of me you didn't know
A reason for all that I do
And the reason is you
It suddenly struck me. He wanted to change. For me. Because I wasn't happy with who he was. Puck the sex shark, Puckzilla, Puck something-or-others.
"Puck."
"You said so yourself. I needed to commit. And this is to tell you that I willing to do it. For…for a lot of things."
It made me feel guilty. No one was exactly capable of changing in just one day. It would take time. But even so, Puck would never change. "I'm sorry Puck but I just can't."
"Wait. What?" Puck was confused and he put down his guitar.
"I'm sorry that I can't be with you. But there are plenty of other girls. Not just me." I tried to reason with him. I tried not to look him in the eyes because I already felt guilty. "But it's you that I want. I want to be with you Quinn and nobody else."
And with that he got down on one knee and he hand my hand in his just like someone do when they proposed. He looked soulfully into my eyes and said, "Quinn. Will you…"
Shocked I said, "Are you proposing?"
"I'm not done yet." Puck said curtly.
Then he continued. "Quinn Fabray. I promise to love you with all my heart and I promise to never turn on you, ever. I promise to stop loving you when you ask me to. I promise to make you feel like no one has ever loved you like I do. You said once that I was special and romantic. So here it is. Will you be my Padme' Amidala from you Anakin Skywalker? Will you be my Princess Leia from your Han Solo?" Then he stood up and looked deeply in my eyes. I felt my mind race and my heart pound faster than it had ever pounded before. My knees were shaking. "Will you be my Quinn from your Puck?"
It came down to me and Puck. Sure he could be a complete asshole but that was how he was. But something dawned on me. He said my Quinn. Like it was meant to be. He was right all along. I do love him. "So…do you think we're meant to be? You and I?"
"No. Not really." He said. "Meant to be? That's gay. It's just something people say so they could be with the one they love longer. It's like an extension."
"So what about us?" I asked.
"I'd say…we're so wrong for each other." Puck said with a smile and I couldn't help but smile back. He pulled me in tight, feeling the warmth spread right through me. I felt his hands circle my waist and I felt safe. Safer than someone putting me in a room with cushioned walls and blunt objects. Safer than I have ever been in my life. I could smell his natural musky scent. It was comforting and relief flooded through me. I buried my face in his chest. I circled my arms around his neck and pulled him tighter to me. In my head OneRepublic's "All This Time" played. He pulled away and I kissed him. My lips completely melted into them, his mouth tasted like chocolate for some reason. I pressed my lips harder against his. His lips were grazing against my jaw and I closed my eyes at the feel of them.
My mouth reached up to his ear and I whispered, "I love you Puck."
I could feel him smile and he whispered back, "I know that better than you do. And I love you too."
Puck pulled away and he picked up his guitar again. I was surprised because I knew the song too and we both sang it.
Puck: Everyone's around, no words are coming out
And I can't find my breath, can we just say the rest with no sound
And I know this isn't enough, I still don't measure up
And I'm not prepared sorry is never there when you need it
And now, I do, want you to know I'll hold you up above everyone
And now I do, want you know I think, you'd be good to me and I'd be so good to you
I would
Quinn: I thought I saw a sign, somewhere between the lines
Or maybe it's me, maybe I only see what I want
Well I still have your letter,
Just got caught between someone I just invented
Who I really am and who I've become
Both:And now, I do, want you to know I'll hold you up above everyone
And now I do, want you know I think, you'd be good to me and I'd be so good to you
I would
Whoa oh oh oh etc.
Puck: I can't be without you
Yeah, yeah
Both: I would
Both:And now, I do, want you to know I'll hold you up above everyone
And now I do, want you know I think, you'd be good to me and I'd be so good to you
I would
Puck: I'd be so good to you
After that, everything else fell into place.
THE END
Well…that's about it. So thank you for the reviews and stuff, it really means a lot =))
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