A/N:
To start, I'm über sorry for two very important things:
The wait. I'm blaming life for this one. Still, let the pitchforks fly, people.
This hella lengthy author's note you're about to endure. I just felt like I should put this (see below) in here for those of you who may be confused, cuz I sure as hell was. Lol skip it if ya want. I dunno.
In Colleges (NY):
RACHEL, TROUTY, FINN, QUINN, SANTANA, SPENCER, ARIA, TOBY, MIKE, MARLEY, TINA, MERCEDES, and HANNA.
Not in college (NY):
PUCK: Dropped out, working Starbucks
CALEB: Never went, working Best Buy
EZRA: Already graduated, college prof. (But not Aria's this time! xD)
EMILY: Already graduated, High school swimming coach
WREN: Already graduated, lawyer
In Colleges (Cali):
ARTIE, KURT, and BLAINE.
Not in college (Cali):
BRITT & SUGAR (Never went, working Hooters)
**Side Note: Emily is older in this fic, like 25-ish, so there's more space between her and her little bro, Mike.
Okay, so now that I've gotten that one out: ONWARD!
~Kcuffy;
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By the time Puck pulled up to Mercedes and Hanna's building, his good spirits had all but recovered. Sugar had fallen asleep with her thumb in her mouth, allowing Puck to turn the radio back on, and he and Spencer had fallen into easy conversation somewhere back along Route 30. He couldn't understand why Mercedes and Hanna insisted on living so far away, not only from their college, but also from everyone else. He had begged then repeatedly to ditch their little college pad out near freaking Lansing (What the hell's in freaking Lansing? Exactly.), and come join "the crew" closer to the big city.
It was honestly surprising that Hanna had even shown up to Toby's party, considering how long of a drive it was just for some cheap beer and bad music. And that brought Puck to yet another thing he didn't understand.
Why had Artie, Britt, and Sugar had decided to stay way out there in the boonies with them, rather than with someone closer to all the action and everybody else? Yeah, Hanna was Artie's sister and all, but still. The girls' apartment wasn't even all that big; if he remembered correctly from the few times he'd been there, it was just the right size for two, and he couldn't imagine 5 people fitting in there comfortably. Hell, if anything, he and Ezra's apartment had more room than theirs did. He resolved to pursue that idea further later.
Puck killed the engine and removed his keys from the ignition as Spencer unwrapped her arms from around his neck and leaned back against the cushion in the back seat. He smiled at her in the rearview before reaching over to gently nudge Sugar awake.
"Sugar", he said quietly, poking her arm. He was surprised when she sat up almost immediately, looking very wide-awake, and not at all as if she'd been sleeping for nearly 4 hours.
"Oh, we're here?" she asked, craning her neck to peek out at the building. "I thought we were at another red light." At Puck's confused expression, she said, "I wasn't asleep guys. I just thought you two might want some alone time minus the old Sugar girl." She winked and nudged Puck with a knowing smile. "I take it my acting skills haven't faded then."
Spencer snorted in the backseat, stifling a laugh, as she thought about how lucky they were that she and Puck hadn't been discussing anything especially private or embarrassing while they had wrongly assumed they were unobserved. Puck on the other hand only scratched his neck and shook his head disbelievingly. "Hey, don't worry babe." Spencer said, rubbing his shoulder gently. "She had me fooled too."
"It's not that." Puck said, looking away out the window.
Spencer shot a confused glance in Sugar's direction, before refocusing her attention on her now seemingly uncomfortable boyfriend sitting in front of her. "Well what's wrong, then?" She asked.
Puck sighed, feigning guilt, before a smirk pulled at his mouth, and he laughed quietly and looked back into Sugar's expectant face. "Well, if you must know, I was scratching my nuts pretty hard when you dozed off back there." He confessed, shrugging his shoulders. "I hope you didn't witness that." In the rearview, Spencer's mouth dropped open in shock.
"What? No!" Sugar shrieked, bursting into laughter as Spencer smacked his arm reprovingly and sat back again, trying to contain her laughter. "That is so, so, sooo gross, Noah!"
Spencer could only laugh as Sugar threw open her door and raced away up the sidewalk, still shrieking and waving her hands wildly. "You're disgusting, Puck." She said, but her voice was amused.
"You love me." He said, turning in his seat to look at her with a smile.
"That I do." Spencer said lovingly, kissing him quickly before pulling back with a loud Mwah! "Now come on. Let's get back before the ladies come out looking for us. You know they'll want to talk for hours." She climbed over his center console into the front seat, but was surprised when he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into his lap.
"Oh no ya don't!" Puck said, tickling a giggling, thrashing Spencer until she finally gave up and stopped fighting him, surrendering to her helpless laughter. He looked down into her eyes and smiled, thinking about just how much he really loved this girl. "You don't get to just avoid everyone who may or may not have seen your My Little Pony underwear leaving Toby's yesterday. Cedes wasn't even there, and I'm sure Hanna was just as trashed as you were."
"They're Looney Tunes," She began bitterly, blushing furiously at the mention of her underwear. "And what about Artie and Britt? They were there too." She crossed her arms and looked up into Puck's with a sarcastic eyebrow raised.
"You're gonna have to face them sooner or later." He said, lifting her hand and pressing it to his lips as he waited for an answer. When he didn't get one, he switched tactics. "Come on Spence..." He begged. "I haven't seen Mercedes in weeks, and neither have you." Spencer just pursed her lips, but he could see her resolve weakening. "I miss her." He added, pleadingly.
Finally, she sighed, twisting herself upright and glaring at him. "You owe me for this, Puckerman." Puck pumped his fist into the air in victory, and Spencer just rolled her eyes at him. Popping open the drivers' side door, Puck helped Spencer climb down to the ground before pocketing his keys and following her, putting on his favorite Oakley shades as he went.
Sliding his arm around Spencer's shoulders, Puck couldn't help but wonder how life could get any better at this point. He had the perfect girlfriend, amazing friends, and alcohol ready and at his disposal legally since he'd turned 21. Besides, Kelly Clarkson was making music again, and if there was one thing Noah Puckerman knew, it was that if old Kelly girl had resurfaced, life was more than certainly on a good path.
Holding open the door for his girlfriend, a cool breeze of air-conditioned air smacked Puck in the face as he ushered Spencer inside. They crossed the small, cool lobby to the double grey doors marking the elevator, where they stopped and shared a mutual look of confusion. Spencer was he one to put their similar mental question into words. "Um, so does either of us know which floor they live on?"
Puck wracked his brain, trying to think of the last time he'd been here and what floor they had gone to then. That had been over a year ago though, and now, 12 months of life and alcohol and memories later, that particular memory had faded into the background haze of his mind. He honestly had no idea.
At Puck's apparent cluelessness, Spencer sighed and pulled out her phone, meaning to text Hanna, but a warm hand on her arm stopped her and she looked up into her boyfriend's face in questioning.
"Look", he said, pointing up at the blinking lights above the elevator which were progressing steadily downward with soft little 'pings!' "Someone's on their way down. Maybe before we text Hanna or Mercedes and let them know what terrible friends we are, we could see if this person knows anything."
Spencer cocked an eyebrow in disbelief, searching Puck's face for any hints of sarcasm or joking, and finding none. "You seriously want to ask a complete stranger if they just so happen to know, out of all 300 or so tenants in this building, where Hanna Marin and Mercedes Jones live?"
"Yes, that's exactly what I intend to do." Puck said, stepping to the side and leaning back against the wall.
Spencer eyed him, chewing on her lip consideringly for a moment, before putting up her hands in surrender and stepping back. "Fine, love. If you want to stand here and make a fool of yourself in the girls' building, feel free. I, for one, am going to the bathroom over there." Spencer pointed towards a little brown door off to the side with a pink stick girl drawn on the front. "Let me know how your detective work goes buddy." With a wink, Spencer turned on one her heel and strode away.
Puck just watched her go, wondering just how in the hell that girl could still manage to be so god damned beautiful, even sporting last night's trashed party clothes and makeup. Yep, he thought, as the door swung slowly shut behind her, still beautiful.
So lost in his train of thought that was Spencer Veronica Hastings, Puck didn't even notice the elevator behind him had reached the bottom floor until he heard the unmistakable squeal of enthusiasm that could only belong to one woman on this planet: Mercedes.
"Noah Puckerman, boy, I know your fine ass was not going to just stand there and not come on up to say hello to Mama Jones!" Puck spun around in surprise and was immediately crushed against the one and only Mercedes Jones. After a brief moment of initial shock, Puck finally recovered enough to shout his surprise and laughter and hug her back tightly. He chuckled into the warm, familiar shoulder at the irony of the situation before pulling away to look her over. It really had been a long while since he'd seen her, and he'd missed this bright, glowing girl more than he'd realized.
"Cedes..." He said quietly, reacquainting himself with her cheerful features before pulling her back to him and hugging her even tighter than before. "I missed you." They stood there for a moment, just basking in the warmth and comfort of each other's embrace before Puck heard a voice cleared their throat uncomfortably nearby and he realized they weren't alone. As Puck opened his eyes and pulled back from Cedes, he saw a slim, dark haired man standing nearby in a grey T-Shirt and cargo shorts, eyeing him suspiciously with a death grip on a box of Krispy Kreme doughnuts. Who the hell is he? Puck wondered.
Apparently mystery man was having the same thought. "Who's our little friend here, Mercedes?" the man asked with forced geniality, stepping forward and wrapping a possessive arm around her shoulders. Puck stepped back, raising his hands non-combatively to let Cedes deal with that one.
"Ryder, chill." Mercedes said soothingly, smiling at her wary companion as she rubbed his arm in reassurance. "This is my friend, Noah Puckerman. You can call him Puck."
Ryder ignored Puck completely, instead speaking directly to Mercedes again. "And how do we know Noah, babe?"
"Puck, and I, went to high school together. We're really good friends", Mercedes replied defensively, crossing her arms and looking up at him with in confusion. Puck just stood there, hands jammed awkwardly into his pockets, not wanting to interrupt. This Ryder guy seemed to have some serious security issues, if he was any judge. "Will you just chill boy?" Mercedes said suddenly, pulling out of Ryder's death grip. "He has a girlfriend."
Said girlfriend blessedly chose that exact moment to emerge from the women's bathroom, looking down into her purse for something as she walked towards Puck. "So, did you have any luck harassing strange-" Her voice trailed off as she finally looked up and recognized the trio standing before her. "MERCEDES!" Spencer squealed, bursting at least one of Puck's eardrums as she ran towards Cedes and threw herself into the other's waiting arms.
As the two hugged it out, Puck chose the moment to walk over to the other man and stand beside him, arranging his hands in his pockets more casually this time. "So..." he said, looking over at him with a smile. "Ryder, I'd like you to meet my girlfriend, Spencer." He gestured towards the duo, indicating the smaller, lighter-skinned one.
The shorter man smiled at the ground sheepishly, apparently deciding Puck safe enough. "I'm really sorry about that bro. It's just, Mercedes is a really cool girl, and I get a little defensive sometimes." He shrugged and looked up at Puck with a helpless smile. Puck found himself feeling a bit friendlier.
"Yeah", Puck replied. "She is really cool." He mused, and then continued on thoughtlessly. "We dated for a while back in high school." At Ryder's alarmed expression of surprise, Puck put up a defensive hand and rushed to reassure him. "Hey! Nope. Don't even worry, man. There is absolutely nothing like that between us anymore. We're just really good friends. I am completely 100% committed to my Princess Spencer."
Ryder smiled and sighed in relief, apparently satisfied, and Puck jumped as two slim arms suddenly slid around his waist, linking together gently and startling him. "Princess Spencer, hmmm...?" Spencer mused, standing on tiptoe to lean against his back and hook her chin over his shoulder. "I like the sound of that, Puckerman." Puck grinned as Mercedes squealed yet again, linking arms with Ryder as she gushed over how "freakin adorable" Puck and Spencer were.
After a few more- well, okay, about 20 minute's worth of- pleasantries, Ryder nudged Mercedes and whispered something into her ear, and she laughed. "Oh Lord, yes, you know I could stand here and talk to my babies all day." She turned and directed her next words to Puck and Spencer. "We were on our way up to the apartment too, until I realized I'd forgotten my mail, and I just came back down here to grab it. We're headed straight up after though, so if you guys want, you could go ahead up and we'll meet you there?" At Puck's nervous look, she added, "Or, you guys could just wait, and we could all go up together."
Puck internally sighed in relief at that, grateful to have avoided the awkwardness of having to ask which floor it was that they lived on again. Cedes leaned forward and whispered conspiratorially, "Honestly, I'd prefer if you honey buns came up with us. I haven't been home since yesterday, and I just know Hanna's blood is probably boiling because I forgot her little pixie stick ass last night." Puck laughed and nodded, squeezing Spencer's hand in secretive joy over how lucky they'd just gotten, which she returned weakly.
As Cedes and Ryder headed off in the opposite direction, Puck turned to look at his girlfriend, taking in for the first time just how truly exhausted she looked. "Hey, babe, are you okay?" He asked, looking her over in concern. "So you want to go lay down for a second?" He gestured towards a little plush bench off against one wall, meaning to pull her in that direction, but she stopped him.
"No, Puckerman, I'm a big girl. I can survive a slight case of sleep deprivation." She smiled at the ground before leaning off of him and reaching down to retrieve her discarded purse from the lobby floor. "God knows I'd never survive college if I couldn't." She added as she leaned against the wall, motioning for Puck to join her.
Puck did so, and after mulling it over for a second decided that now might be as good a time as any to bring up his earlier resolution regarding Artie, Sugar, and Brittany. "Well, Princessa, that's good, because I wanted to talk to you about something."
"Did you now?" Spencer asked, pulling out her phone to check through her unread messages.
"Um, yeah. Well, ya know, I know you don't live with me and Ezra or anything, but you do spend more nights than most over there, so I figured I should ask you too."
"Mmhmm..." Spencer mumbled, preoccupied with reading a message from Artie from earlier that morning; something about Brittany freaking out over spiders in Lord Tubbington's portable hot tub. She didn't even know how to reply to that one, so she didn't.
Meanwhile, Puck was still awkwardly dancing around his point. "I mean, ya know, cuz I already texted Ezra and all, and he said he didn't mind in the slightest so long as I asked you too, and so I thought that meant it was relatively safe to just go ahead and use your word as verdict as if he'd confirmed it because he'd basically already said yes and all, and so I just-"
Spencer put her phone back into her purse and sighed, smiling to herself at her boyfriend's adorable antics. "Puck." She said, cutting him off and pressing a finger against his lips to stop his rambling. "Whatever it is, just ask me. I promise I won't sic Santana's rabid ferret on you again."
"That wasn't very nice, by the way." Puck said with an exaggerated pout. "I still have the scars on my ankle from where it chewed on me."
"And I have said one hundred and twenty seven times that I am sorry, and that you shouldn't wear hockey masks in the house if you don't want to be innocently mistaken for Jason Voorhees." Spencer smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "Now, will you please just get on with it? You're making me feel like you're about to ask me if you can adopt a child or something." She leaned against his chest and looked up into his eyes lovingly like a sad puppy.
"Um, who is adopting a child up in here, and why in the hell have I not been asked to be the God Mama yet?" Mercedes' diva suddenly broke in, and Puck and Spencer both looked up to see her crossing the room, mail in manicured hand with Ryder following close behind, still loaded down with the Krispy Kreme box. "Ya'll ready to go face the dragon?" Mercedes asked, smiling brightly until she noticed Spencer's resigned laughter in Puck's chest, and the look of pure awkward on said man's face. "Oh Lordy, did I interrupt something?" she asked in a dramatic whisper, looking at Spencer's face and finding embarrassed confirmation there. "Yep." She said, turning to Ryder. "I think we definitely interrupted something. Shall we go wait over there guys?" She pointed toward the elevator doors, less than 10 feet away.
Puck sighed and laughed quietly to himself before breaking into a grin and throwing his arm over Spencer's shoulder. "Nah, 'Cedes. Don't worry. It's cool. Let's head on up."
"Okay then..." Mercedes replied uncertainly, looking from Puck to Spencer, and back again. "But only if you're sure. My mama didn't raise me to be butting into other people's private conversations and all." She looked at Ryder calculatingly. "But then again, she also didn't raise me to buy no store made doughnuts, and look what we have here." Mercedes gestured to the box in Ryder's hand with a laugh, and the four joined in as they crossed to the elevator.
On the way up to the apartment (Which was on the NINTH floor, by the way, and Puck would be damned if he ever forgot that again), the four chatted and laughed comfortably, three of them breaking into simultaneous giggles at Puck's account of the day thus far, much to Spencer's dismay. Hadn't she just told him how embarrassed she was about all of that? Oh yeah, he was gonna get his.
As they stepped out of the little metal elevator box into the warm, dim-lighted comfort of a long plush corridor, Spencer stepped up to his back held him by the shoulder for a second to whisper into his ear "Ferrets like nuts, too, Puck. Did you know that?" With a sly smile and an evil wink that sent a chill up Puck's spine, Spencer stepped around from behind him and hurried ahead to catch up with Mercedes and Ryder, leaving Puck to cringe at the mental image he had just received. Payback's a bitch. He though with a mental wince.
He jogged around the curve of the red-carpeted wall to where the other three were standing, Mercedes jiggling a key into a solid, wooden door marked simply: 99. It was the last door at the end of the hallway, so he decided it was safe to assume that the 10th floor would begin at 100. He didn't have much time to think that one over though, because then Mercedes was opening the door and ushering him and Spencer inside ahead of her, presumably as protection.
Even though Puck had been here before, he was still amazed by the contrast between the hallway they had just exited, and the hip, stainless steel decked vintage pad he had just walked into. The hallways were warm and cozy and reminded him of cough drops and hotels and old people named Frank, Hubert, and Ethel. Stepping into Mercedes and Hanna's space was like time-jumping.
The floors were wide and wooden, with white throw rugs placed sensibly throughout. The furniture was also white, but with a mixed assortment of bright red and dusty orange pillows to accent. A high ceiling was hung with bright strings of white Christmas lights, with a large silver ball hanging in the center like some architectural piece of art. A large, single paned window stretched from ceiling to floor against the far wall, offering a beautiful early afternoon view of the forest behind the apartment complex. Beyond the trees stretched an open, slate gray expanse that Puck recognized immediately as the Seneca lake, which in a few weeks time would be bubbling with life and color. For now though, it was still early in the spring, and bits of color were just starting to slowly bud in the mix of things. It was beautiful.
Puck found that he had actually all but forgotten that New York even had forests and lakes and scenery besides subways and sidewalks and such, but then again, hermitting in the city all the time as he did could make one forget that even NY had it's lovely suburbs and outskirts. He reminded himself to never again question Hanna and Mercedes about living in the city.
Despite the large appearance at first glance, Puck remembered that the adjoining bedrooms and bathroom were actually quite small, reminding him of his earlier intentions. "Spence-" He began, turning towards her, but she was already walking ninja-style in the direction of the main couch, over which Puck could just see Artie's head peeking. Closer observation found two blonde heads on either side of Arties, and a glance into the connected kitchen found Sugar, moaning at the island over a mug of something sending puffs of steam up into her tired, sick looking face; probably coffee or tea.
How in the hell did I not notice how bad everyone was looking? Hell, what do I look like? Puck wondered. He knew that nearly four hours in a cramped car after a night like last night's, no matter how lovely the weather, wasn't a great recipe for clean, crisp, and beautiful. He suddenly found himself feeling bad for not at least stopping somewhere before hand so everyone could freshen up, or even somewhere to eat on the way. The thought of food mad him realize how hungry he was, and he glanced at the box of doughnuts Ryder was still holding mournfully.
He was about to ask Ryder why he didn't just set the box down, partially for concern over the man's clearly tired arms, but more importantly for his own starvation relief, when he realized how awkwardly Cedes and Ryder were still standing there. Oh, shit. He mentally moaned, remembering Mercedes' earlier words and dreading the confrontation that was sure to come.
Oddly enough, it didn't. After Spencer had pounced on the couch and wrestled around gleefully with her friends for a minute or so, Hanna finally stood and made her way over to Mercedes where she stood and looked the girl over reproachfully. Puck held his breath in anticipation, but his worries were quickly dissipated when Hanna sighed and smiled before enveloping the larger woman into a warm hug. Puck noticed that Ryder also exhaled heavily, and realized how nervous he probably was as well.
"So." Hanna said, stepping back and looking over Mercedes' shoulder at Ryder, who nodded his head in acknowledgement. "This is the hot piece of ass you forgot me for last night?"
Mercedes sighed and took the bull by the horns. "Look, Hanna. I know I did you wrong girl. And I'm so incredibly sorry, but-"
"Are you kidding me!?" Hanna shrieked, cutting her off. "No offense, but I totally would have done the same to you Mrs. Jones. Do you see this boy?" Hanna stepped up to Ryder and looked him over approvingly before reaching out to touch his arm. As soon as her fingertip grazed him, however, she snapped her hand back with a whistle and a sizzling noise. "Damn, girl. He is hot!"
"And he is mine, Han, so watch those little kitty claws while ya still got 'em." Mercedes reminded as she grabbed Ryder's arm and pulled it against hers protectively. Okay... Puck thought, so maybe Ryder isn't the only one with some jealousy issues. But it was obvious that Cedes was just joking by the smirk on her face and the glimmer of amusement in her eyes.
"Fine, fine." Hanna relented, smiling. "But-"
"No."
"Fine..." Hanna said with a sigh. "So is Tall Blonde and Bloody Gorgeous going to be staying here or what? Cuz as much as I'd love to feast my eyes on that fine piece of man all day, God knows we've only got one spare bedroom, and with Cali on Ice visiting, he's probably gonna end up sleeping in someone's bed, and yours is kinda small, so..."
Mercedes just laughed. "Girl, I'm gonna need to find you a boyfriend, and quick. Ryder here is with me, and I will not be sharing."
"Oh, so Ryder, is it? That's pretty bad, Ryder." Hanna put on a heavy Jersey accent ad fiddled with his collar, making Ryder turn red until Mercedes swatted her and she ran off, giggling.
As Hanna disappeared into one of the bedrooms, Mercedes called after her one final time "Mine, Incubus!"
"I thought Incubus was a man..." Puck whispered, leaning over to Ryder's ear. Ryder just shrugged.
"So are you?" Mercedes asked suddenly, turning to face the pair who were now trying to feign innocence.
"Uh, am I... what?" Ryder asked.
"Staying." Mercedes crossed her arms.
Ryder blushed. "Well, I mean, I'd like to, but..."
"Then you're staying. Point and case." Mercedes shrugged of her coat and hung it on a rack.
"Alright then. Guess I'm staying." Ryder agreed with a smile, but then the smile became a grimace. "So am I in the all clear now? Is it safe to set this box down yet?" Ryder asked, shifting slightly under the uncomfortable weight of the box. Puck guessed there had to be about 48 doughnuts in there.
"Oh my Jesus, yes child! Sit that damn box down already before you collapse!" Mercedes took the box from a relieved Ryder hastily and plopped it down on the counter in front of Sugar. "One thing you'll learn quickly is that in this house, doughnuts are always welcome. Watch." She smiled widely. "Doughnuts!" She called.
Immediately the TV was flipped off, and Artie, Britt, and Hanna appeared in the kitchen. Lifting doughnuts from the box in passing and settling down around the island to enjoy them, the three made a circle around Sugar, who was weakly noming on her own glazed, jelly-filled treat. A light buzz of chatter picked up as Ryder and Spencer sat down to join them, leaving Mercedes and Puck leaning against the built-in stove on the wall, watching their friends as they too enjoyed the wonders of the Krispy Kreme man.
"So where'd you say you met this Ryder guy again?" Puck asked through a bite of his crème filled croissant.
Mercedes just smiled in embarrassment, causing Puck to put his snack down and look her in they eyes. "Please, please tell me you did not hook up with the cashier at the nearest Shell™ in Rochester in the gas station bathroom, and bring him home with you to Lansing?" Puck wiped his hands on his jeans, amused when Mercedes slapped him in the back of his head in disbelief.
"Noah Bradley Puckerman! Now you know damn well that I wouldn't do something so wild, boy!" Mercedes said incredulously in her big, loud, trademarked diva voice, earning a few curious looks from the table but nothing more as their curiosity was replaced with the allure of sugar and dough. Only Sugar's gaze lingered, staring up at the pair in hung-over misery before falling face first back onto the marble counter top.
Brittany thoughtfully lifted her head and placed a large, round powdered doughnut on the island before gently lowering Sugar's head back down onto its new cushion with a satisfied smile. Jelly filling oozed out the side like a sore, and mixed into the tangles of Sugar's hair. No one even noticed.
'Haha, I know, I know, Cedes. I kid, I kid." Puck put up his hands in surrender and retrieved his doughnut from the counter. "But" he continued, looking up into her curious face with a mouthful of sugar, "I think I might I have a solution for your little housing situation here."
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Gahhhh, so it's not really a cliffhanger, since we already know Puck's solution, but still; "eh", I say. Seemed like a good place to stop. ^.^
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So I know this chapter may have seemed a bit like filler and all, since it seemed to contribute very little to the plot, but I promise, I have my reasons. ;) Plot bunnies, Plot bunnies away!
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Of course, shout out to my big sis and unofficial beta: synful92. Major love and cuddly teddy bears to that one! She motivates my lazy ass through all the fits and tears to sit down and kick out these chapters because were SUPPOSED to be working together, but I'm a procrastinator and so she's 3 chapters ahead of me on hers (Whisper To A Scream) and I'm bitter. Very, very bitter.
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Can I just say? Pitch Perfect's cast (Mainly Rebel Wilson) at the MTV awards this weekend? Mmf? YES? Hell yeah. xD
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Anyway, I super hope you enjoyed, guys!
~Xoxo Kcuffy