Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN GLEE OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS!
"Pink," Britney said.
"Green," Santana told her.
"Pink."
"Green."
"Yellow," Britney blurted.
Santana squinted her eyes at the pink and green plates in front of them. "You're right, yellow looks better," she decided. She dropped the two other plates on a bed of other plates, and grabbed three stacks of yellow and white polka-dotted plates. The Latino squinted her eyes around the brightly lit store.
"Now to cups," she declared. She grabbed Britney's hand and pulled her over to the large array of glass and plastic cups. "We'll need to get plastic for Puck. He's very clumsy." She grabbed a few kiddy plastic cups, and then grabbed some clear, and some pink cups.
"Don't you just love IKEA?" Britney gushed. For the past hour, she's been complementing the Swedish people and their amazing job with house wares. A groan escaped the person behind them.
"No," Puck said, tiredly. He wanted to sleep in all day, but no! The girls had to drag him out to the huge store. "We need you're advice," Santana told him. But he knows the real reason: they need his money.
The three have lived in their apartment for a week and a half and all they have were some Solo Cups, some paper plates, and blow up mattresses. Since they were starting classes tomorrow, Britney thought it would be in everybody's best interest to go shopping.
So far the group had numerous decorative mirrors, two shower curtains, matching bathroom towels, bathroom rugs, a rug for the living and dining rooms, and a bunch of decorative pillows for their new tan couch! Puck was simple and bought a blanket from Target, but apparently that was too 'cheap.' And the girls had to have a cute, new blanket. So, here they are.
Santana and Britney spent most of that hour of shopping arguing about what color to do the kitchen. They decided on yellow.
"Our bedroom is going to be… purple!" Britney squealed, pointing to a black and gray dotted duvet cover. "These colors will look so good with purple! Puck, you can paint our room purple, right?" The blond looked at him with big, eager, excited blue eyes.
How could Puck turn that face down? "No," he heard himself say.
Santana and Britney came trudging into the apartment the next day, after their classes, complaining that their professors are all asses. When they saw the bright yellow kitchen, however, their mood brightened.
Puck had chosen early classes, while the girls took late classes. He spent the hours he had before dinner remodeling the space. "This is…" Santana stopped herself when she saw Puck come to view.
"This is what Santana?" He teased her.
"Eh, I think if we'd hire someone it would look better." She sat plopped her red back pack on the closet available thing, the floor, and plopped down on the sofa that must've arrived that day.
Britney was still staring at one of the walls. This particular wall had a glittery stick on sun, which Britney found at IKEA the day before. "We should get this," she told them, "so everyday will be a sunny one." Her little unexpected blurt had stopped Santana and Puck's argument about fake flowers. "I love it, Puck! Thank you!"
She ran into is arms and kissed his forehead. "You'd make a really good dad, Puck." She told him, before scurrying off to her room. She started shouting things of joy, because Puck had done her and Santana's room, too.
Britney might have just made Puck's day. Maybe even life.
The next few days were days for finishing the house. Everyday, the two Buckeye's cheerleaders would walk into the apartment, something been done by Puck. Santana even started smiling. Britney's crazy idea about the tacky glittery sun might just be true.
The Friday of that week the apartment was finally finished, and the three friends bonded. Like, actually bonded.
"I really want a baby boy," Puck confessed, looking up at the ceiling. Both the girls were on either side of him, resting their heads on his muscles.
"I want you to have a baby girl," Britney said. "Just like another Beth." Puck was struck with memories of his first child. Santana stiffened a little.
"What does it feel like? Being a parent?" Santana spoke. Puck shook his head and laughed.
"I don't know." He told her. "It's just this weird, warm feeling. You no longer have just yourself… you have this little defenseless thing that needs you to survive. It's an incredible feeling. You just look at the child and think 'Damn, I really made that.' You're going to have to put up with that for the next eighteen years, and damn, that feeling in nervous, but yet… indescribable."
None of them said anything after that.
"Sanny…" Britney whispered once she was wrapped up under her blankets. Santana smoothed down her girlfriends smooth locks and murmured a 'What?'
"I want a baby." Santana sat up. What did she just say?
"In a few years, baby. I promise."
"Promise?"
"Pinky."
A/N: There you go… I was looking at an IKEA catalog, and kind of wrote this. Anyways, not as good as I'd thought it would be but… whatever. I would really love to hear your thoughts/ideas/comments on this story! Please, please, please review!
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-Alexandria