New chappy! I super duper sorry for not updating! I'll try to update my other stories these coming weeks. My schedule has been eating up my time, I'm sorry!
Anyway! I dare you guys to play this game with me, it's called let's-guess-pink's-gender-cause-her-own-friends-are-confused-as-well game! I give you some info about me and y'all try to guess. Not fun? I know. I'm so bored I guess, anyway! ONWARD!
My favorite color, obviously, is pink. I have hair that closely resembles Mr. Bieber, not that I want it to be. I have a weird crush on Chris Colfer and Jim Parsons. I write slash fiction. I've tried wearing heels for a dare and they nearly killed me. My favorite book is Phantom by Susan Kay. I think laser tag is one of the best freakin' thing men invented. I'm scared of the dark. I like performing; the last role I played was 'Alvin' from my class PlayLet.
I dare you to guess!
First: Time Puck cried in public
Noah Puckerman had only cried twice in his life. The first time was when daddy was leaving for work.
This was something he never told anyone, a story that "never happened", the story of how his dad said good bye.
"How long will you be gone?" Little Noah asked his father. Noah unconditionally loved his father, he didn't care what he did, he still loved him.
"I'm not sure, Noah Really long" His father said, bending down knee level to face his son. Joseph Puckerman loved his family, probably more than they'll ever know. But he has a dream and NOTHING can stop him from achieving that.
"Did I do something wrong?" he asked his father, tears stinging his eyes. He flung his pudgy little arms around his father's neck.
"Of course you didn't" he said tightly hugging his son. "Now, Noah, I have a job for you" he then let go of his son and placed him at arm's length, intensely gazing at the red, teared-up eyes. "You're the man of the house now. You have to take care of your mom and Annie for me okay? Make sure they're happy"
"Yes daddy"
"Good-bye son" His father said walking out the door.
That night, Noah cried himself , trying to sing the song his father always sang
"Sweet Caroline Bap Bap Baaa"
The second time Puck cried was when he was 16 and Kurt Hummel walked out of his life.
He chased after Kurt of course. He caught up with him pretty actually.
"Kurt please wait! I have to explain" Puck screamed after he soprano
"I don't need your explanations, Puck" Kurt said, tears streaming down his cheeks. He was surprisingly calm. "What we had. It was just a phase. Something that wasn't going to last. We both knew it. We were just prolonging the inevitable."
"But I-"
"It wasn't love, Puck" Kurt said quietly, barely above a whisper "Infatuation maybe but not love. Let's just let it go okay?" He stepped closer and hugged Puck.
With that, Puck tried to memorize every part of Kurt's body. How his finger tips were always ice cold, how he smelled like cinnamon and apples, how they're bodies fit like a puzzle finding its final piece.
He couldn't just let him go.
He just couldn't.
Kurt finally let go of him, feeling like he was being wrenched out of a dream. "We'll be friends okay?" Kurt said, giving Puck's hand a squeeze and walking away without even looking back
Right then and there, in the middle of WMHS tile halls, Puck broke down and cried. Once again, Puck was left by someone he loves.
Of course Kurt didn't mean anything he said. He loved Puck. No, actually, he still does. As pathetic as that sounded, he really loved Puck. He loves how Puck was warm Puck always was, how he would always envelope Kurt in a hug and his fingers would always overlap, how with Puck Kurt felt complete.
And now it was over.
Unknowingly, Kurt started to cry. The speakers that surrounded his room played Neyo's 'Never thought I Needed' He clutched Puck's letterman jacket, smelling the Axe in it. He knew he probably looked like a clichéd TV movie. The only thing missing was tubs of Ice Cream and Scrubs reruns.
He looked around his horrid room, noticing how everything reminded him of Puck. Every beat of his broken heart reminded him of the man he loved and loss. Every song that played haunted him with memories he wanted so badly to forget himself in.
Sweet Caroline Bap Bap Baaa
First: They were glad since the 'incident'
Puck should be glad
He was free now. Free from the obligation or commitment. Free to do anything he wanted. Free to flirt with whoever he wanted without having those guilty pangs in his chest when he was with Kurt.
Puck should be glad.
He got his bad-ass reputation back. Which in no ways was easy. It involved heavy planning, the school pool, 200 rolls of toilet paper, 500 packets of grape juice, endless cans of whip cream and thousands of cherries. (Don't even ask what he did)
Puck should be glad.
Almost half the women in WMHS asked for his number. Half of which already went down the 'Puck' road and didn't care if he'd call them back or not. They were practically offering themselves to him without a catch.
Puck should be glad.
He and Kurt were friend, as unusual as that was. They were pretty close. They'd usually have email conversations about homework that day or glee. They'd stay on the surface, bordering almost to indifference. It was like the memories they shared were only polite conversations and not a relationship. Not love. Not something that made Puck's heart beat like a crazed drummer on crack. It was nothing.
Puck should be glad.
He was.
Really.
So he didn't really understand what the glee guys (except Kurt) were doing in his room.
"I'm fine guys" He repeated for the billionth time.
"You don't look okay" Mike said, peering at his friend with concern
"I am! I'm over it okay?"
"They why are you wearing Kurt's jacket?" Artie asked. He didn't ask with an accusing tone like other people would have, he asked with a gentle, almost curious tone.
"It's comfy"
Kurt should be glad.
He was free. Free from the emotional baggage also called as Puck. Free from always feeling a certain self doubt when around him. Free from those jealous pangs he always had.
Kurt should be glad.
He had a date with a guy last Friday. He's Dan, a baritone from Aural Intensity. He was funny, Polite, Respectful and most of all, openly gay. He offered Kurt a chance at something he never had. This was a chance to an open and happy relationship.
Kurt should be glad.
He and Puck were surprisingly friends. They hung out. They talk. They were basically back to what they were. Minus the trips to the dumpster.
Kurt should be glad.
And he was.
Really.
So he didn't really understand what the glee girls were doing in his room.
"I'm fine you guys" Kurt said, giving a laugh
"Really?"
"Really. I actually have a date with Dan tonight."
"Dan?" Quinn asked
"Oh, Honey, Baby Diana's really taking it out of you isn't she?" Mercedes said kindly "Dan, that baritone from Aural Intensity
"Oh, Hot, Blue eyed, blond?"
"Yeah him." Kurt's laugh a bit hollow.
They should be glad.
Right?
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