Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or its characters. I only own Mouse, Candy and Sarah.
Summary: After being used or ignored for her entire life, Jane "Mouse" Franklin joins Glee Club, and is no longer the singer in the back. It's nothing like what you're thinking. Puck/OC
(a/n: Thank you to everyone for reading and reviewing!
Read on, oh faithful ones!)
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Chapter Five
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"It's the Schuester! Pick up your phone, pick up your phone!" Will sang, grinning as he crooned into the tiny microphone.
Mouse laughed, talking her phone away from him before he wrote an entire song. Shaking her head with a grin, she added his clip to his contact name in her phone's address book. She handed the phone to Finn, grinning.
"What do I do?" he asked.
"Just say your name, Finn," Quinn sighed, shaking her head next to him.
"Um, okay, this is Finn..." he said, still looking confused.
Kurt winced and snatched the phone off him before Mouse could get it. He deleted the file quickly and held up the phone again.
"That would have been the worst ring tone in the entire world. Say your name again," Kurt said, rolling his eyes.
"Uh, it's Finn," he said uncertainly.
"That's not much better," Mercedes muttered to Kurt, who nodded in agreement.
"It'll do," Mouse said, shrugging. "Thanks, Finn," she said, smiling at him brightly.
"Can I go next?" Rachel asked perkily.
"Sure," Mouse said with a nod.
Kurt handed the phone over. "We're next," he said for himself and Mercedes, a grin on his face.
"It's Rachel, can you please answer your phone?" Rachel sang, adding her song to her contact number.
"Oh, I can give you my favourite ring tone!" Brittany said happily, immediately going through her own phone to find the music file.
"Kurt's calling you, answer your phone!" Kurt sang, grinning as he passed it over to Mercedes.
"Answer your phone, girl! It's Mercedes singin' at ya!"
"Quinn here, answer your phone already," Quinn sang sweetly, ending on an annoyed sigh when she saw Finn attempting to dance along to her.
"It's Artie, Art-Art-Art-Artie, answer!" he beat-boxed, laughing as he passed the phone on to Tina.
"T-t-tina, answer p-p-please," she stammered, looking to Artie with a red face.
"Gotta get-get, gotta get-get, gotta get-get your phone. It's Mike!" he said, reminiscent of the Black Eyed Peas song.
"Matt here, answer the phone!" he sang, shrugging and handing the phone to Santana.
"Answer your phone, answer it now, it's Santana calling and how!" she sang, laughing as she added it to her number.
"I found it!" Brittany squealed.
Tin-like rainbow music filled the air and Mouse shuddered, hoping she'd never have to hear that coming from her phone. "Thanks Brittany. I hope you never have to call me," Mouse said, smiling at her brightly.
The others laughed and Brittany frowned, not understanding the joke.
"My turn," Puck said from behind Mouse, reaching over her shoulder to take the phone from her.
She hoped that she wasn't bright red, and really hoped that Kurt was only looking at her like that because her hair was sticking up like a cockatoo, or something equally embarrassing.
"It's Puck, answer the phone, or I'll come to your house, little mouse," he crooned into the phone, smirking at her.
Kurt walked over, grinning at Mouse. He nudged her sympathetically. "I know how you feel. Unrequited love's a bitch, isn't it?" he said, rolling his eyes.
"I'm sure it is, but I don't know what you're talking about, Kurt," she replied, lying through her teeth.
"Sure you don't. Come to me if you need to bitch. I'm always up for a facial and gossip," Kurt offered, smiling.
"And I'll be there to smash the bastard's car to pieces. No offence, Kurt," Mercedes added.
He shook his head. "None taken. Boys are cruel."
"I like my town with a little drop of poison.
Nobody knows they're linin' up to go insane.
I'm all alone, I smoke my friends down to the filter,
But I feel much cleaner after it rains," the husky voice sang loudly, before being cut off abruptly.
"I really hate that song," Mouse muttered, glaring at her phone.
"Why do you have it on your phone then?" Puck asked, shaking his head.
If you don't like something, why would you use it, silly little mouse?
"It's Sarah's ring tone," Mouse said, smirking at his expression.
She opened the text message, a feeling of suspicion and wariness flowing through her as it loaded. Sarah was supposed to be watching Candy this afternoon since Mouse had Glee practice 'til late that night.
Jane, sweetie. Have a date with Ron Silverman tonight. Look after Candy for me. He's already eaten tea. Don't wait up for me. Mum. P.S. Phone flat, don't try to call.
"That bitch!" Mouse growled, shocking everyone in the auditorium.
"W-what's wr-rong?" Tina asked, frowning.
"I'm sorry, I've got to go home to look after my brother," Mouse said to Mr. Schuester, feeling disappointed and annoyed.
Her mother knew how much she wanted to be in Glee, damn her!
"You can bring him here if you like. I'm sure no one would mind," Will said, smiling brightly.
"I don't know," Mouse said uncertainly. "Candon doesn't like the school, and most of the time, he won't even come to the gates," she said.
"The school's not that bad, I'm sure he'll come in if you ask nicely," Will said, grinning.
He didn't know that Candy had brain problems, Puck realised, and stepped forward to say something.
"All right, I'll bring him," Mouse said before Puck could say anything.
She hurried from the auditorium, her bag over her shoulder. Puck shook his head, wondering why she'd agreed to Schue's request. She'd said only two days ago that she didn't want Candy coming to this school!
Mouse practically ran home. They were finally going to practice 'Don't stop believing' today, and she really didn't want to miss it! It was probably selfish of her, but she figured Candy would be happy to go for a walk and listen to people singing in an actual theatre-auditorium-thing. He liked musicals, so it should be fine, she reassured herself.
Cursing Sarah in her mind, Mouse she opened the front door and called out for Candy. He was laying on the lounge room floor, colouring a picture in his colouring book.
"Hey Candy. Want to come listen to me sing with my friends?"
"Pucky?" Candy asked happily, sitting up.
"Yes, Pucky. That's right... Come on, let's put your shoes on, and get your coat," Mouse said, breathing a sigh of relief.
She wrote a quick note for Sarah in case there was some chance she came home before them, and was alone. Both chances were highly doubtful...
Mouse had Candy ready to go in less than five minutes, and she hugged him with a smile, taking his hand as they left the house. She shut and locked the door after her, and walked along the footpath towards the school.
"Good boy. You're going to see where I go every day," Mouse cajoled, holding Candy's hand tighter as they neared the school.
Candy saw the large school gates and started to shake his head quickly. "No, no, no, no!"
"Yes, Candy. It's all right. Please, be good. It's just my friends. No one else. No one to tease you, or be mean. I promise. Come on, that's it. Good," she crooned.
They got to the gates after another ten minutes, and then Candy refused to move further. He was shaking, trembling, and just started to cry when Mouse heard her phone go off.
"It's Puck, answer your phone, or I'll come to your house, little mouse."
"Oh, dang," Mouse said, using her free hand to get her phone from her pocket. "Hi Puck."
"Where are you? Schue's starting to freak," Puck muttered, looking down at Will, who was pacing the stage, and had been doing so for five whole minutes now.
"We're stuck outside. Candy just won't come inside. If I can't get him in, then I've got to go home with him. He's so scared, Puck. Oh, Candy-kid, don't cry... We'll sing Hakuna Matata for you," Mouse said to Candy, sighing when he continued to shake. "Tell Schue I'm sorry, and I'll practice at home," she said, sounding and feeling dejected.
"Screw that. We're coming out," Puck said, hanging up the phone. "Hey, Schue! I say we go practice outside," he called, grabbing his guitar and leaving the auditorium without room for discussion.
"All right!" Finn said, grinning as he left with Quinn.
"That does sound nice," Rachel said, hurrying after them.
"Um, well... I guess we're practising outside then," Will said, shaking his head in surprise, holding his hands to indicate the exit.
The rest of the Glee Club hurried outside, Artie staying a bit longer to pack his electric guitar before rolling out with Will.
"See, Candy, there's Puck. Yes, that's good. Stop crying now, sweetie," Mouse murmured, wiping the tears from his face. Holding the tissue to his nose, she gave him a smile. "Elephant trumpet, Candy."
He giggled and blew his nose hard.
"Good little elephant," Mouse said, kissing the top of his head.
He trumpeted loudly, waving ecstatically to Puck.
"Hey, Candy," Puck said, ruffling his hair.
He stayed inside the school grounds, and didn't move out. He started plucking a few strings on his guitar. Grinning and giving Mouse a wink, he started to sing softly.
"Hakuna matata,
What a wonderful phrase!
Hakuna matata,
Ain't no passin' craze!" Puck crooned, walking backwards towards the school.
Mouse understood what he was doing, and started to sing with him, walking into the school grounds.
"Hakuna matata,
It means no worries,
For the rest of your days.
It's our problem-free philosophy!
Hakuna matata," Mouse sang, holding her hand out for Candy to come and join in.
Candy slowly started to walk through the gates, singing with them, taking Mouse's hand.
"Hakuna matata,
What a wonderful phrase!
Hakuna matata,
Ain't no passin' craze!
"It means no worries,
For the rest of your days.
It's our problem-free philosophy!
Hakuna matata," Candy sang happily.
The other Glee club members came out to find them singing, and joined in, looking to each other with shrugs.
"Why, when he was a young warthog!"
"When I was a young warthog!" Puck sang loudly, winking at Candy.
"He found that his aroma lacked a certain appeal,
He could clear the savannah after ev'ry meal."
"I'm a sensitive soul,
Though I seem thick-skinned.
And it hurt, that my friends never stood downwind.
And, oh the shame!"
"He was ashamed!"
"Thought of changing my name!"
"Oh, what's your name?"
"And I got down-hearted
Every time that I..."
"Puumba! Not in front of the kids."
"Oh, sorry!"
Candy giggled when Puck pulled a face at him.
Completely inside the school grounds now, Candy looked around uneasily, holding Mouse's hand tighter. She hugged him again.
"So proud of you, Candy-kid," Mouse murmured.
"Mouse, I'm sorry, I didn't realise he..." Schue began to say, looking really upset.
Loud male laughter interrupted his apology, and they all looked over to see the William McKinley High football team pressed up against the fence that separated the oval from the school. Coach Tanaka had scheduled a non-mandatory practice for that afternoon, and the four footballers had decided to practice for Glee instead.
"Would you look at that little retard?" one of the blonde footballers called out, laughing to his friends.
Mouse immediately covered Candy's ears. It was bad enough that he got called that by their own mother, but to be called a retard by a complete stranger after she'd just promised he wouldn't get teased? She gritted her teeth together, and tried to count to ten to cool her anger. Then twenty, and then thirty. It didn't work.
"Come on, guys! Just leave him alone, Kent," Finn called, shaking his head at him.
"Singing with retards as well as a bunch of gay's now, are you, Finn?" Kent yelled back, still laughing.
Something inside Mouse snapped. "Excuse me a moment, Mr. Schue. Puck, please make sure Candy doesn't see this," she said coldly, stalking over to the fence line.
Puck had seen the look on her face, and immediately got Candy's attention, showing him how to play the guitar so he wouldn't see what his sister was going to do. "You're doing great, Candy. Yep, hold that there," Puck said, looking over Candy's shoulder to keep an eye on Mouse.
"Oh, look. They're sending a little girl over," Kent jeered, laughing.
"Shut up, man," his black friend murmured, seeing the look in her eyes.
Kent just laughed harder, and looked Mouse over. "That retard your boyfriend, little girl? Come here, I'll show you what a real man's like," he sneered.
His friends moved back as Mouse moved a bit closer. When she was at the right distance, she smiled at the blonde cruelly, lifted her leg and kicked him hard in the groin, the fence adding to the pain as it whip-lashed back onto him.
"Ooooohhh!" the Glee guys, including Schue, all groaned in a painful unison as he dropped to the ground.
"You little bitch! What did you just do to him?" Tanaka yelled, stalking over to the fence. "Will, get over here and control this bitch!" he yelled, angrily.
"Don't say a damn thing to me, Tanaka, or I'll show Principal Figgins exactly what books you've been borrowing," Mouse threatened.
Ken paled slightly, and turned to his injured footballer. "Get off the ground, you little prick."
"I think we should go inside now, don't you?" Will said, taking Mouse's shoulders and turning her to face the school again.
"Remind me to never make you angry," Puck muttered.
"I won't need to, you'll remember," Mouse replied. She smiled at Candy, who was playing with the guitar strings happily. "Come on, Candy-kid. Let's go inside and sing," she said, taking his hand and leading him calmly to the auditorium.
Everyone stared after her, the sudden change in her attitude frightening.
"That was the scariest thing I've ever seen. Ever. And that includes that alien coming out of that guy's stomach in the Alien movie," Finn muttered to Puck as they all went inside.
"I think this is the happiest day of my life," Mercedes sighed. "He just got his arse handed to him!"
"W-with his b-balls," Tina added, giggling.
"They're going to leave us alone now," Mercedes said with a nod as they all entered the auditorium.
"I don't like to rain on your parade, fellow Glee members," Rachel said, "but the jocks may seek retribution for Mouse's recent actions."
They all looked at each other in disappointment, and Mouse went red briefly.
"We'll talk to them," Finn said.
"We won't let them do anything to you," Puck added, Candy's hand slipping into his.
"I'm sorry if it does turn out like that, but I can't be sorry for what I did," Mouse said softly, looking at her brother fondly.
"Good! You shouldn't be! You stood up for yourself, and your brother," Kurt said, smiling at Mouse warmly.
"To be honest guys, you might think that you're all that, but when the time comes to have someone defend and fight for us, I'm standing behind Mouse," Mercedes said, Tina agreeing quickly.
Mouse laughed, hugging Mercedes. "Thanks."
"No problem," she replied. "His name's really Candy?" Mercedes asked, pulling away and raising her eyebrow in disbelief.
"Short for Candon," Mouse said with a nod.
"He's a good singer," Schue murmured, looking at Candy for a moment.
"No way, Schue. I will never allow Candy to come here! You saw what just happened, and that was with two teachers present, and not even during school times! Get that thought out of your head this instant!" Mouse said with a slight glare.
"All right, all right! But if you ever change your mind, you know where I am," he said, grinning.
"Duly noted, and then erased permanently," Mouse muttered.
"Mousie!" Candy called out, having climbed onto the stage.
His eyes were bright with excitement as he looked down at them all happily.
"He looks so happy," Quinn murmured, sounding envious.
"He's never seen a stage before, except on TV," Mouse said, waving at Candy.
"Well, he can stay on the stage if he likes. We're a small group, and don't use as much of it as we could," Will murmured. "Candy can sit on the side there, so he can watch. Would he like that?"
"Ask Candy, he talks," Mouse replied.
"Would you like to sit here and watch them all sing?" Will asked, trying not to slow his words down too much and make it sound like he thought Candy was stupid.
"Yes! Please," he added, looking at Mouse with a bright grin.
Mouse helped Candy take his coat off, then went to the others. Sitting on the stage, Candy watched with anticipation as they all lined up, ready to sing. He put his finger to his lips when Mouse looked at him, indicating that he would be quiet. She smiled at him, and started to sing back up for Rachel and Finn, hitting her leg in time with the others.
"Just a small town girl, livin' in a lonely world.
She took the midnight train goin' anywhere," Finn sang, stepping forward.
"Just a city boy, born and raised in South Detroit.
He took the midnight train goin' anywhere," Rachel sang, stepping forward and looking at Finn.
Artie played his guitar, grinning as his music continued the song.
"A singer in a smoky room," Finn said, looking back at Rachel.
"The smell of wine and cheap perfume," Rachel sang, smiling at him and holding out her hand as they both started to sing the next part.
"For a smile they can share the night,
It goes on and on and on and on!" they sang, spinning around each other.
Mouse stepped forward with the others, looking out at the empty stadium.
"Strangers waiting,
Up and down the boulevard,
Their shadows searching in the nights," she sang with everyone, then returned to back up, while Finn and Rachel continued to sing.
"Streetlights, people,
Living just to find emotion,
Hiding somewhere in the nights," Finn sang, playing the drums at the same time.
"Working hard to get my fill,
Everybody wants a thrill," Rachel sang, grinning as she headed over to Finn.
"Payin' anything to roll the dice,
Just one more time," they sang together, continuing.
"Some will win, some will lose,
Some are born to sing the blues,
And now the movie never ends,
It goes on and on and on and on."
Again, Mouse stepped forward with the others.
"Don't stop believin'!"
"Hold on to that feelin'," Finn and Rachel sang.
"Streetlight, people," the Glee Club members sang, repeating the chorus once more.
Moving to a cascade, so they could all be seen, they sang the last line together.
"Don't stop!"
Bowing their heads at the same time the song and music ended, they all breathed heavily, trying to catch their breath.
"Excellent is happy!" Candy yelled, clapping loudly.
Mouse laughed softly, grinning at him.
"I have a question, Mr. Schue," Quinn said, stepping forward.
"Shoot," he said, smiling.
"I think the song's great, and the choreography is okay, but I'm still annoyed at the fact that there's only two lead singers when there's thirteen of us in Glee. Can we change that? I mean, Vocal Adrenaline have a billion singers, and they all have equal singing parts, why can't we?" she asked.
"Good point. I'll think on it. Any other questions?" Will asked. Seeing Candy's hand shoot up, he grinned a little. "Candy?"
"Don't stop believin',
Hold on to that feelin',
Streetlight people," Candy sang sweetly, his face lighting up.
"He really is a good singer, Mouse. Are you sure you won't let him come here?"
"Positive, Mr. Schue," Mouse replied tersely. "He's good at singing because of all the musicals he watches. He can't read lyrics, let alone music notes."
Puck remembered the picture books in Mouse's room, and realised that they were Candy's, not hers. He was glad that he hadn't taken a dig at her for having them.
"Pucky!" Candy called, waving at him from his seat on the stage.
"Hi, Candy," he replied, grinning briefly.
Candy rolled onto his stomach, trailing his fingers along the wood of the stage. He yawned widely, then curled up on his side and fell asleep.
"Lucky basta-" Mercedes said, but Mouse quickly put a hand over her mouth.
"Please don't swear around him, he copies words a lot," Mouse said. "Even ones that are said when you think he's sleeping," she added, grinning slightly.
"Still, he's lucky to be able to sleep that easily," Mercedes muttered.
"Yeah, he is," she said, going over to put his coat over him gently. "He'll sleep through our singing, don't worry," Mouse said, going back to the centre of the stage.
"I'll work on changing the lines later tonight, all right, Quinn? For now, just practice your singing, and take it again from the top!" Schue still called out softly, hoping he wouldn't wake the young boy up.
Candy slept through another four practices, two breaks, and one phone call. Mouse was reluctant to wake him up by the time they finished at 9.30, but knew that he wouldn't be comfortable sleeping on the stage all night.
"Come on, Candy. Time to wake up," she whispered, shaking him gently.
"Sing," he mumbled, not opening his eyes.
"It's time to wake up, little Candy. Time to get up, little Candy. The sun is bright, little Candy. Time to say good morning, little Candy," she sang obligingly, her throat a bit sore.
Candy opened his eyes, smiled at her and sat up a moment later. He yawned sleepily, letting Mouse put his coat on for him.
"Do you want me to drive you and Candy home, Mouse?" Will asked. "He looks too tired to walk," he added, frowning.
Mouse put her arm around Candy, and he immediately moved his head so it was resting on her shoulder. He really did look tired.
"Pucky," Candy murmured with a yawn.
Mouse looked at Puck for a moment, then down to Candy. "Puck doesn't drive yet, Candy. Mr. Schuester's got a nice warm car to take us home in."
"Pucky," Candy repeated.
"It's all right, I can walk you home," Puck offered.
"Are you sure? I don't feel comfortable letting you two walk home alone with Candy as tired as that," Will said.
"If you're that worried, drive after them and make sure nothing happens. But after that phone call from your wife, I'd be more worried about her," Quinn muttered.
"Thank you, Quinn. A very good idea to drive after them," Will said, not replying to her last comment about Terri.
"Won't that look sorta stalker-ish?" Mercedes asked.
"Don't worry, we'll be fine. I can hold Candy up until we get home. I'll call you when I get home safely, how about that, Mr. Schue?" Mouse asked, feeling tired.
"Fine," Will said, but still wasn't very happy about it.
"My dad's here to pick me up. I'll see you all tomorrow," Kurt said, kissing Mercedes' cheeks and waving briefly as he left the auditorium.
"I better get going too," Finn said, rubbing the back of his head as he yawned.
"You're supposed to put your hand over your mouth, Finn," Quinn said, shaking her head.
"Oh, sorry," he said, smiling at her sheepishly as they left.
"M-my mum's here. S-see you t-tomorrow," Tina said, leaving as well.
"Pucky," Candy murmured, holding a hand out to him.
Puck glared at Santana and Mike, who were waiting to see what he'd do.
"Go home," he growled at them, meaning two other words entirely.
Puck took Candy's hand, made sure his eyes were closed, and then gave Santana and Mike the finger with his free hand, glaring at them and daring them to say a thing.
"All right, that's enough for one night everyone. Go on home," Will said, shooing them out of the auditorium. "Don't forget to call so I know you're all right!" he added as Mouse left with Candy and Puck.
Mouse watched Puck as they walked out of the school grounds. He was looking around, almost as if he was searching for something, but he didn't seem to mind that he was still holding Candy's hand.
"What's wrong?" she asked softly, trying not to worry Candy.
"Just checking the jocks didn't stay back for an ambush," Puck replied quietly, looking at Candy, who was practically half-asleep between them.
"Ah, don't worry about them. If they attack us, we'll sing them to death," Mouse replied, laughing softly.
Puck looked at her in disbelief, his eyebrow raised and his mouth dropping into a 'what the fuck are you on about?' expression. His thoughts were the same, but he just shook his head when he saw her grin, and continued to walk long the footpath.
"Looks like you're home safe," Puck muttered as they walked up the driveway to Mouse's house.
They'd practically carried Candy home the last few minutes, as he was too tired to walk by himself. Their arms were interlocked underneath Candy's arms, and he was sleeping lightly between their embrace.
"Might want to rethink that," Mouse replied, sighing heavily as she noticed the lounge room light on.
Sarah had come home before them, and Mouse just hoped that she wasn't with someone again. The last time this had happened, it had been enough to mentally scar Mouse, and she hadn't been able to look at her mother for weeks...
"You look sick," Puck said, frowning at her.
"Sarah's home. I just hope she's alone," Mouse said, shuddering.
Candy woke up at her movement, and he looked at Mouse with tired eyes.
"Sleepy," he said, his head resting on Puck's arm.
"I know, Candy-kid. Let's get you up to bed," Mouse murmured.
She rang the doorbell loudly, and waited a moment. Hearing her mother giggling and a man swearing, Mouse winced. She opened the door, held her free arm up to her face so she wouldn't see anything, and hurried past the lounge room with Puck and Candy.
"Oh, gross. That's one side of Ron Silverman I could've done without seeing," Puck groaned as they went upstairs.
"Don't tell me. I might just throw up," Mouse replied.
They put Candy on his bed, and Puck stood back uncertainly.
"Do you ... uhh ... need help or something?"
"No, I can do this on my own. You've got two options, you can try to leave through the front door and risk permanent mental scarring, or you can escape through my bedroom window," Mouse said. "I suggest the second option," she said.
"Right. Thanks," Puck muttered, leaving the room quickly when Sarah started giggling again.
"Don't worry, I'm disinfecting the lounge room tomorrow, Candy-kid," Mouse muttered. "You might just need to watch Lion King in my room for a few hours."
Candy looked at her, his eyes drooping and his head dropping as he started to fall asleep.
"Come on, let's get you into your PJ's," Mouse said, smiling at him as she took his shoes off carefully. "Want to be Buzz Lightyear?" she asked, showing him his Buzz Lightyear pyjamas.
"To infinity and be... beyond," Candy said happily, yawning.
"That's right. Okay, arms up," Mouse said, helping him take his shirt off.
Candy did as she instructed, and was dressed in his pyjamas within minutes. He fell asleep quickly, his blanket pulled up to his chin.
Mouse turned on the Lion King night-light, closed Candy's door and walked to her room, calling Mr. Schue at the same time.
"Hi, everything all right?" Will asked immediately, seeing her name on the caller ID.
"Fine, Mr. Schue. We're home safe," Mouse said.
"Good. Bring Candy to practice whenever you want. Have a good night. See you at school tomorrow, Mouse," Will said. "No, there's no mouse, Terri! Get off the chair," he said, and the call was cut off.
Mouse laughed, stopping suddenly when she saw that Puck was still in her room.
"I couldn't open the window," he said lamely.
"I locked it. Sorry, forgot about that," Mouse said, getting the small key and unlocking the window. She opened it, a breeze flowing in. "There you go," she said, turning around to face him.
Puck had moved so that he was directly behind her, and he smirked as she squeaked in surprise. He dipped his head, kissing her. Putting his hands on her hips, Puck moved Mouse to the side of the window, then pulled away from her lips.
"Thanks," he said, smirking at her dazed look.
Puck left through the window before she had time to recover or kick him in a very sensitive place.
Mouse wasn't sure what had just happened. She knew she'd just been kissed... She knew it was very, very nice. But it was Puck who had kissed her.
Closing her window and blind, she changed into her pyjamas and went to bed, feeling completely bewildered.
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End of the fifth chapter! I hope you enjoyed reading it!
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