AN: VEGAS CHAPTER! It has lots of surprises.
Keep in mind that this is an RP thread with 4 people on it. So if it's confusing you that it's repeating the conversations in some way, please bear with it. It's just for this chapter anyway. Hope you guys, enjoy!
I do not own Glee, the characters or anything. I just want to share our love for Quick.
When they pulled up to Puck's house and got out of the car, walking up towards the door, Jack slipped his hand into Dave's, smiling up at him. "We're insane.. I can't believe Puck and Quinn don't think we're crazy… well they probably do they're just too nice to say anything." Jack reached up and rang the door bell, waiting for someone to answer, reaching up to place a kiss on Dave's cheek.
After they had both gotten texts last night from Jack and Dave, Quinn pretty much demanded that they go. She thought it was beyond adorable, and really what kind of friends would they be? Not to mention she really just needed to get out of Ohio after the shit with her father. "Baby, did you, or are you not telling your mom?" Quinn turned to look at her boyfriend before hearing the doorbell. She squealed softly, and ran down the stairs not waiting for Puck. She pulled open the door, and had to control her excitement. "Hi!"
Dave tried not to laugh when Quinn whipped open the door, nearly bouncing in excitement, as she pulled Jack inside and immediately started talking about the wedding and their plans for the trip. He rolled his eyes a little and headed over towards Puck, doing a manly fist pump, as he stood next to the mohawked teen.
"They're way too excited for this." Dave said with a laugh, gesturing towards Jack and Quinn. "You'd think Quinn was getting married with how excited she is." He chuckled and turned towards Puck. "Sorry for beating you to it, with the whole marriage thing, but I couldn't help myself."
As soon as Quinn disappeared in front of him, Puck followed her downstairs. He saw Dave approaching him with a fist pump. Puck laughed and fist pumped as well.
"I know. Quinn couldn't sleep last night out of excitement." Puck shook his head and laughed as he stared at his girlfriend. "Well.. She wants to get married but we can't. We're under 18. So good for you, dude! I guess I should start calling you Dave now." Puck patted Dave's shoulder and smiled at him. "It's ok. I'm actually glad you asked us. I wouldn't miss Ka- I mean Dave and Jack's wedding." He laughed and pushed Dave to the living room where Quinn and Jack were.
Jack laughed, kissing Q on the cheek and giving her a hug. "Thank you so much for agreeing to do this. Are you guys all packed? Maybe we should get going?" He laughed, not believing how excited for all of this he was. "I was just telling Dave how crazy this is.. Too bad you and Puck can't get married after us." He nudged her with his hips, grinning and looking back towards the two boys.
Dave was getting a little restless as he and Puck entered the living room. He was ready to get married, and he wanted to do it right now.
"You guys ready to go?" He asked, walking over to Jack and wrapping his arms around him as he stood up. "I'm definitely ready to hit the road."
When Jack and Quinn said that they were ready Dave and Puck took all of the bags out to the car and threw them in the back. Dave slid into the drivers seat, offering to drive first, as Jack and Quinn slid into the back while still discussing the wedding.
"Ready man?" Dave asked as he looked up at Puck, and then back at the two in the back, "I think it's going to be a long ride."
Puck sat in front and glancing a little at Quinn. "Are you set, babe? Hope you didn't forget the snacks I need, trophy wife." He snickered and turned to Dave. "Yep, all set. But we might need to pass-by Starbucks." He laughed and buckled his seatbelt.
Jack reached up to plant a kiss on Dave's lips before climbing into the car with Quinn. "So, we're thinking about going with our football tops.. Ya know, ironic and casual at the same time?" He laughed, "its more us than suits and jackets and stuff. So Puck, when are you and Q's birthdays? Maybe we'll need to make another trip." He said, slapping Puck's arm and waggling his eyebrows.
Quinn rolled her eyes at Puck, but nodded. "Yes oh darling boyfriend of mine, I have all the snacks you asked for." She laughed before turning her attention back to Jack. "Aw, the football tops will be perfect! It definitely screams Dave and Jack. Well, my birthday is in June, and Puck's is in July. So they're pretty close together. And it works, because I was going to force him to have a summer wedding either way."
"Are you two going to go Vegas style or church wedding?" Dave asked curiously as he drove them through Starbucks, taking everyone's orders. He passed the drinks out as he hit the highway, still pretty unable to believe that this was happening.
In a few hours he was getting married.
"We made a compromise, Jack wanted Jerseys and I wanted dressy so we're doing a combination of both."
"Thank god. Coffee!" He sipped from his cup. "Thanks, dude." He sighed out of content. "I guess Q and I will get married after my birthday or maybe the day of my birthday.." Puck looked out the window and thought about what kind of wedding he would want. "I want a Church wedding but Q wants a summer wedding.. I don't know. But I guess if she wants a beach or garden wedding, that's fine with me. As long as she's happy." He glanced back at Quinn and smiled warmly at her.
"Hey. That's actually cool. But I'm surprised Dave likes dressy and you like jerseys, Jack." He glanced a little at Jack and chuckled.
"Stereotyping are we Mr. Puckerman?" Jack laughed, rolling his eyes. "Davey just wants a reason to dress up all pretty" He joked, reaching up and pinching Dave's cheek, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek and whispering "road trips aren't as fun when I don't get to tease you the whole way" laughing and sitting back. "So either way you guys are gonna have to drive, to be on a beach, right?" He asked Quinn, reaching for his iPod. "We need music."
"No Church weddings. We can get married by a priest in a garden or something," she smiled softly and took a sip of her coffee. "I don't know if I'd want a beach wedding. It looks like it could be nice but what if its high tide, then you gotta move up. Or if it's like a nasty day out, it just looks like it would take a lot of work." Quinn waved her hand in the air and shook her head. "I think I'd die if we went the whole ride without music."
"I'm with you on the no beach wedding." Dave said with a scowl, taking the iPod from Jack, "I'm not a fan of sand."
He turned on the music and handed the iPod back to Jack so that he could control it, turning down the volume so that he could talk to Puck.
"As my best man," He said quietly trying not to alert jack. "I expect an awesome bachelor party tonight before the wedding tomorrow."
"Hey! Beaches are awesome. And I get to show my abs and biceps." Puck put up his sleeve and flexed his arm. "See?" He laughed and took a sip of his coffee.
Puck whispered back at Dave. "Dude, like you down know me. I'll take care of you." He quirked his eyebrows at him then realized something. "Wait. You don't like girls so.. Do I bring you to a gay club?" Puck furrowed his eyebrows out of confusion.
"What was that, Puckerman?" Jack raised an eyebrow, keeping his attention on his iPod, choosing a Lady Gaga song and blasting it, laughing when they both grimace, turning it down and choosing another song. "Your boyfriend is a bad influence, Q." He joked, nudging her softly.
Quinn placed her coffee in between her legs, letting her arms fold over her chest. "My boyfriend is also going to be very lonely depending on his choices for the evening." She raised an eyebrow, before looking back at Jack. "But, if they get to have a bachelor party, I guess it's only fair that you have a bachelorette party as well." She winked at Jack, laughing again.
"Vegas has got to have a club that has both, right?" Dave asked in a hush tone, even though he knew that Jack and Q knew what he was talking about.
"I think I've seen it on TV." He said with a shrug, "but as long as you don't get me a hooker I'm all good." He said with a grin, turning right onto the interstate.
"Do we need to pick a wedding song? Like a first dance kind of thing?" he asked curiously, kind of hoping that they would. He wanted to share a dance with Jack, and have a song together, no matter how gay that might be.
"Oh right. They do." He nodded and almost jumped up from his seat when Dave didn't want a hooker. Puck leaned closer to Dave so the Jack and Quinn won't hear him. "Come on. A bachelor party ain't perfect without a hooker or a man hooker if you want."
"Hey, hey, hey." Puck turned his torso to look at Quinn and glared at her. "You better watch it, Fabray. You know I'm the jealous type." He turned again and looked at the window, half-smiling.
"Hey! Back off.. Us ladies can have a party if you guys are having one." He laughed, placing an arm around Q's shoulder, "We can go to a heterosexual bar with plenty of straight men for you, and plenty of men who are gay but just don't know it yet for me. That's my type you know." He grinned, poking Dave's shoulder and handing Quinn his iPod to pick the next song.
Quinn laughed as she shuffled through his iPod, but ended up just blasting another Lady Gaga song. "Yeah, after tonight I might have to find a new boyfriend," she stuck her tongue out at Puck to show him she was only joking before hanging Jack's iPod back to him.
"No offense, Puckerman." He said with a whisper, "but Jack's the only person I've ever slept with and I hope to keep it that way." He said with a laugh, realizing how weird it sounded that he'd never had sex with anyone else and now he was getting married.
"I'm not sleeping with a hooker, so let's not go there."
"Dude, you're whack. I'm not paying a hooker to sleep with you. I'm just gonna let him or her to dance for you and give you a lap dance. I'm not that kind of person anymore, Dave." He laughed and shook his head as he looked out the window. "And I just want to party, drink, dance.. You know, the usual." Puck waggled his eyebrows at Dave.
"Dave doesn't need someone to dance for him." Jack said, leaning up to speak in Puck's ear. "I do that every night." He sat back and laughed at the look on Puck's face, "So how about that bar, then Quinnie? Maybe we can go for the same guy." He laughed again, switching the song once more.
Quinn took another sip of her coffee to hide her laugh and looked at Jack. "Oh yeah, I think between the two of us we can make him for his name," She laughed softly, leaning back against the head rest. "It's really only fair, Puck obviously wants a lap dance and to get Dave one, I'm sure we can get you one as well."
"I'm just checking, dude." He said as he rolled his eyes, "I know you've changed…but you're still Puckerman, who knows what kind of crazy shit you're capable of thinking of."
"Oh hell no." Dave said as he turned around to shoot a look at Quinn, "I don't want anyone dancing on my fiancée." He turned back towards the road as Jack and Quinn started talking about the injustice of it all. "If it'll make all of us feel better, how about no one gets a lap dance?"
"Ohdeargod.. Why don't we just all go out together in one club and get lap dances from each other. Happy?" Puck rolled his eyes and he put his coffee on the cup holder. He crossed his arms over his chest and slouched on his seat. He wanted a Vegas experience just like the stars do but he really can't do it with his girlfriend tagging along. And he really doesn't want to hurt his girlfriend, he loves her too much.
"I call giving Quinn a lap dance!" Jack laughed, "No, no. If you guys want to go out, it's fine with me.. just as it should be fine with you darling,… trust me a little would you? Everything will be fine." He smiled and handed his iPod to Puck for him to pick a song.
"Oh, I wouldn't mind that!" Quinn laughed and shook her head. She looked over at Puck, clearly seeing the upset expression on his face. "Yeah, really. I mean, you guys can go out. Just don't get so trashed that you're useless tomorrow. Because you're both going to need to be there, unless you want me to marry Jack," She teased.
When they finally pulled to a stop, Quinn slid out of the car and walked over to Puck. "You happy?" she teased softly, reaching down to grab his hand. "You get to have the real Vegas experience." She laughed and shook her head before placing a small kiss on the corner of his lips. "Just don't do anything stupid," she half begged more than a little worried about Puck and Vegas.
When Quinn grabbed his hand, he squeezed her hand and looked down at his girlfriend smiling with his eyebrow raised. "Maybe. And don't worry, babe. I won't do anything stupid.. without you." Puck winked then smirked at her and placed a soft kiss on her lips.
Quinn smiled and kissed him back. "You better not, Puckerman. I have no problems catching a bus back to Lima." She raised an eyebrow at him to tell him she was seriously before hugging him softly. "But I trust you," she told him seriously before kissing him again softly.
Puck can sense that she was serious but he was serious too. He will never do something that stupid to hurt his girlfriend, the girl he wanted to marry and be with forever. "Don't worry, Quinn. Thank you and I trust you too." Then he pulled back to look at Quinn in the eyes. "If you want, we can all go to one club. It's fine with me. I won't get a lap dance, even though I want to.. But it's ok. As long as you feel secure and comfortable with me by your side." Puck smiled at her genuinely, trying to make her feel better about them being in Vegas.
Quinn looked up at Puck, pulling herself back from his hug. She shrugged her shoulders letting her eyes fall to the floor. "No, I mean if you want a lap dance go for it. Who am I to stop you?" She ran her fingers through her hair, before biting down on her bottom lip. "I'll wait and see what Jack wants to do. I'm not much of a partier or whatever, but I guess I'll make an exception for tonight you know?" The Cheerio shrugged her shoulders slightly. She didn't like the idea of Puck getting a lap dance, but his words 'even though I want to' had made her feel insanely guilty. It was every guy's dream to go to Vegas, who was she to stand in the way of that?
Puck pursed his lips and pulled her waist to his, making their faces as close as possible without kissing then he narrowed his eyes and looked into hers. "Well you are my girlfriend and my future wife, so.. Maybe you can give me a lap dance." Puck quirked his eyebrows and licked his lips.
Quinn felt the corners of her mouth pull into a smile as she looked at him. "Hm, I think I could definitely be into that idea. But it would have to be just the two of us." She leaned forward slightly, pushing Puck gently back against the car. "Because my lap dances aren't something for everyone's eyes." Quinn let her lips fall pass his and down to his jaw. She left a few soft kisses along his jaw line and down to his neck, before making her way back up to his lips.
Puck was grinning like an idiot as Quinn pushed him back against the car. "Well, I guess I can buy you some lingerie later." He quirked his eyebrows again as Quinn kissed him on the lips. Puck kissed back deep. "I.. love you.. so much.. babe." He said in between their kiss. He bit her bottom lip and pulled it to him, growling.
Quinn mumbled something along the lines of I love you too so much, but it was lost as he bit down on her bottom lip, causing a soft moan from the cheerleader. She pulled back shaking her head. "Save it for later." She laughed and reached down to grab Puck's hand. "Should we grab something to eat? I'm pretty sure Dave and Jack went inside, but I think they had other intentions." Quinn shot her boyfriend a wink before laughing softly.
"Later? Hmmm. You better get ready when I enter our room then." Puck couldn't stop smirking. He laughed out loud at Quinn's last statement as he pulled her to the buildings with restaurants. "They're going to get married tomorrow, you can't blame them. If I were Dave, I will never let my hands off you." He grinned and entered a fast food joint. "Is this place ok?
"This is fine baby." Quinn smiled and went to stand in the back of the line. "And you can't keep your hands off me as is. So what's the difference?" She teased softly. "But I love you." Quinn leaned forward and kissed him softly before looking at the menu. "What are you getting?"
"Well, true. But I want to be yours and I want you to be mine forever.. And totally legit with all the papers and stuff." Puck laughed softly, grabbing Quinn by the waist and hugging her tight. "I want our children to have my last name." He smiled at her then bit his lip. He couldn't believe that he would actually be talking about these things. "I'm getting some burger and fries. How about you?" Puck's arms were still around Quinn's tiny waist.
Quinn smiled and nodded. "Don't worry, our children will have your last name." She nodded again and pressed her lips against his softly. "But I don't know if I can agree to raising our children under the Jewish faith," she teased. "Hey babe, am I going to have to become a Jew? I mean I know you're mom wanted you to marry a Jewish girl." Quinn bit down on her lip as she looked up at the menu again. "A burger and friends sound really good though."
"Woah. Wait. Are you serious? They have to be under the Jewish faith." He slightly furrowed his eyebrows. "And no, you don't have to become a Jew. When we get married, we can get a priest and a rabbi to marry us." He was serious about all this stuff. "Ok. I'll get one order of that and let's make everything large so we can share." Puck gave Quinn a half-smile.
Quinn bit down on her lip and looked at him. "What if I want to? I mean I know your mom said she wanted you to marry a Jewish girl. I don't mind. Besides, it'd show my parents how much I really do care about you." She shrugged her shoulders softly. Quinn really didn't mind converting. Yes, it was a big deal, and she would miss her bacon. But Quinn wanted to make Puck happy, and his mom of course. Quinn nodded softly, and smiled. "Hm, that sounds great."
Puck just stood there and stared at her with his mouth slightly opened. He blinked a few times and swallowed big gulps of his saliva. He couldn't believe that Quinn, his girlfriend who's a big Christian with a cross around her neck, wants to convert into becoming a Jew. Puck couldn't believe it. He was in deep thought that he didn't realize he was next in line to order.
Quinn looked at him, a little worried. "Baby? You okay?" She placed her hand on his arm, trying to get his attention. "Sweetie, you need to order." When he made no move, Quinn laughed softly and turned to place their order. She pulled out Puck's wallet and paid for their food, and turned back to Puck. "Are you alright?" she asked, getting slightly worried.
Even when Quinn touched his arm, he was still in deep shock. Puck was excited that she wanted to convert into his religion. He wants to agree to her decision but he wants to make sure she really wants this not because of him.
Puck finally snapped out of it as soon as he smelled their food. "Wh-What happened? You ordered already?" He was confused on what's happening. "Hey, why do you have my wallet?" He raised his eyebrow at Quinn's hand with his wallet.
Quinn laughed and waved the bag of food in front of him. "I know how to pull your wallet out of your pocket." Quinn slipped his wallet back into this pocket and shook her head. "You want to eat in here, or go back to the car?" She wasn't picky either way, but she pulled him away from the line so the people behind them could order.
"You're a sneaky little girl." Puck narrowed his eyes and shook his head. "Maybe we should eat here. I think Jack and Dave are going to be long, wherever they are." He squirmed a little at the thought and then laughed." He took the bag of food from Quinn and pulled her to an empty table. Puck waited for her to sit down then he took out the food and laid it on the table for them. He sat down beside her and pulled his chair closer to her. Puck cut the big burger into two and gave her the bigger part.
Quinn laughed at both his comments, and followed him to an empty table. She took the burger from him, and took a small bite. While she ate, Quinn let her head fall against his shoulder. "I love you," she mumbled softly in between bites. She had meant everything she had said to him. He meant that much to her, and she knew that wasn't going to change anytime soon.
"Are you just saying that 'cause you paid the food with my money?" Puck laughed and kissed the top of her head. "I'm just kidding, babe. I love you too." He opened his mouth. "Aaaah" It was signaling his trophy wife to feed him. Quinn rolled her eyes and fed him a fry. Puck ate it and smiled at her. "Babe, I need to go to the bathroom for a while. Ok?" Quinn nodded and continued eating. Puck stood up and went to the men's bathroom.
Quinn laughed and waved her boyfriend off. She didn't really ate much while he was gone, she just wasn't really hungry. Okay that was a lie. If she was being honest with herself she was still worried about the baby weight. Had she gotten all of it off? Sure, Puck never said anything. But Coach managed to bring it up at every practice. Quinn ran her fingers through her hair as she looked over in the direction of the men's room waiting for Puck to get back.
Puck entered the men's bathroom and stopped by the door as he heard noises. "What the fuck?" He whispered to himself. He slowly walked towards the stall where the sounds were coming from. He bent down and looked under. Puck saw two sets of feet on the other side. They were guys in it. One guy standing and the other guy one kneeling in front of the standing one. "Fuck." Puck said a little louder than a whisper.
Jack jumped when he heard the noise and stood up abruptly, waiting until Dave had his boxers back on to open the door, seeing Puck bending down in front of the door and throwing his head back, laughing. "Puck, what the fuck are you doing here?" He laughed, hearing Dave fumble with his belt behind him.
"Puckerman," Dave growled, exiting the stall behind Jack, "You have no idea how much I regret bringing you right now." He was still pretty hard but there was nothing he could do about it now, not after being caught, quite litterally, with his pants around his ankles.
"We should probably get bank on the road." He grumbled before exiting the bathroom and heading into the cafeteria, trying think about kittens and puppies as he tried to regain control over his body.
Puck was a pretty good driver but he was getting a little distracted with Quinn and her hands everywhere on him. So he sometimes went too fast and accidentally swerves. But they manage to arrive at Las Vegas safe and sound.
Jack had fallen asleep on Dave about 4 hours into the drive, and he'd been sleeping for about 2 hours (which, let me tell you.. with Puck driving, it was a miracle he could even sleep) when the car jolted to a stop. He climbed out of the car, stretching, and looking at their hotel.
"So, we'll check in, and then you guys are dropping Quinn and I off at a straight bar, and you're going to a gay bar?" He looked at Puck, "Man, I'm starting to have my suspicions about you, Puckerman. I believe that will make it twice you've walked in on us, and you kissed me, and now you're going to a gay bar." He joked, tapping him on the face lightly.
Puck went out of the car and opened the door for Quinn. "Hold up. You're going to a straight bar? Are you kidding me?" He looked at his girlfriend with furrowed eyebrows. Then he raised his eyebrow at Jack. "Whatever. If you continue teasing me, I'll marry your fiancée." Puck folded his arms over his chest and smirked at Jack.
"Uh no, no you won't dude." Dave said with a skeptical look in Puck's direction, grabbing Jack by the waist as he got out of the car.
"Baby, please don't leave me with him." he whined a little, still feeling a little sexually frustrated from earlier. "I don't want him to try to coerce me into marrying him." He pouted when Jack pulled away from and walked over to Quinn, discussing their plans as he headed back over to Puck reluctantly, crossing his arms over his chest as he set some ground rules.
"No hookers, no drugs, and no sexuality questioning." He said with a grimace, "and trying to marry me falls under the last category."
Quinn rolled her eyes, and shook her head. "Yes, we're going a straight bar. You'll survive." She was about to wrap her arms around Puck to confirm that he had nothing to worry about when she heard his comment. Almost instantly Quinn reached up and smacked his arm. "Stop that."
She smiled at Jack and shook her head again. "Anyways, you going to see how many men you can 'convert' before the big day?" she teased with a wink and a soft laugh.
"Oh, definitely. Apparently I have a knack for turning even the straightest guys gay." He laughed, walking up behind Puck and Dave and slapping them both on the butt. "It's sort of a talent." He smiled and shrugged. "So which bar are we going to, then? And which bar are you two going to?" he eyed Puck hesitantly, not sure he trusted him with his fiancée.
Puck winced as Quinn smacked his arm and turned to Dave. "Shut up, Dave. I was just trying to scare Jack. I don't want to leave Quinn with him. They're going to a straight club, for christ's sake." He sighed deep. "Don't get your hopes up. I want to marry Quinn, not you." He rolled his eyes. "No drugs, fine. But hookers? Come on, dude! I'll get you all the hookers you want." He smirked and patted Dave's shoulder.
"What the fuck?" Puck almost jumped up as Jack slapped his butt. He glared at Jack. "Don't ever do that again." He turned again and continued walking. "Maybe we should go to a gay bar then a straight bar."
"Doesn't matter to me." He said with a shrug, "by that time we'll both be so drunk that we won't know what we're looking at, so it won't even matter." He looked back over his shoulder and frowned as Jack and Quinn went in the opposite direction. They'd only been separated for about 30 seconds but he was already missing his fiancée.
"How are we even going to find a gay bar?" He asked in confusion, not having really thought it out, "and one that will serve us alcohol…we're totally underage."
Quinn tried to hold back her laugh as Jack smacked Puck's butt. Leave it to Jack. Before they parted, Quinn made sure to yell at Dave to smack Puck upside the head for her if he so much as attempted to get either of them a hooker. And made sure to shoot Puck one of her I-will-kill-you glares.
Puck laughed at Dave's statement being totally wasted. He saw Dave looked back and he looked back as well. "The hell. They're leaving us without a goodbye or a kiss?" Puck let out a long sigh and licked his lips looking at the back of his girlfriend. Fuck. She looks hot tonight. What if someone tries to snatch her away from me? Dammit. He's missing her terribly now.
He turned to Dave. "Don't worry, dude. I've got it all covered. I searched on my phone and got some great and popular clubs. And don't worry about the underage crisis. Have you seen us? We look old enough and fucking good. They'll let us in for sure." Puck started to walk towards one club, a gay club.
Babe, don't drink too much. Text me if you think you're getting drunk and I'll come over and drink with you if you don't want to go yet. Ok?
I won't, don't worry. You be careful okay. And I meant what I said about the hookers, Puckerman. I love you.
"True enough, we do look pretty fucking badass." he commented as they headed towards the club, the bouncer not even ID'ing Puck when he gave him his best menacing glare. They entered into the club and Dave couldn't help but feel overwhelmed and just how, well, gay, it was. There were half naked guys everywhere, and they were just grinding up against the poles like they were trying to fuck the shit out of them.
It was kind of horrifying.
"Sure you don't want to go to a straight bar?" Dave asked hesitantly, suddenly very afraid.
Puck froze and tried to let everything around him sink in. A straight guy in a really, really gay bar. His eyes widened when a guy approached him and started to flirt with him. He turned to Dave looking terrified. He shook his head vigorously but then he got pulled by a bunch of gays and pushed him down into a booth. "Karofsky!"
"Puckerman?" Dave called out hesitantly, afraid when a random guy came up to him and pushed him down into the booth next to Puck. He cringed when a dancer came out of nowhere and jumped on top of their table, shaking his pelvis in their faces. He knew that he was supposed to be finding this attractive but all he could do was stare at Puck in fear, wondering how the fuck they were going to get out of this one.
"Holy shit.." Puck looked up at the dancer then slouched on his seat and covered his face with his hand. "I'm going to lose my sanity here." He whispered to Dave. Puck tried to stand up but then he got pushed down again. "Ok, ok. I'll be right back. I'll just.. Uhm.. Go to the bathroom! Right.." They let Puck out of the booth and he ran to the bathroom so terrified.
"Puckerman!" He yelled after the fleeing teen, "I'm going to kick your ass!" He tried to get out of the booth but was pushed down by the dancer who was thrusting his groin in his face.
"Oh hell no." He cursed, shoving past the dancers as he headed towards the bathroom, slamming the door behind him and hyperventilating. He nearly burst into laughter when he saw a horrified looking Puck cowering under the sinks, looking as if he might actually die.
Puck taking deep breaths under the sink. When the door opened, he screamed a little and nearly jumped off the floor and bump his head. "What the hell, Karofsky? You scared the hell out of me!" He bit his lip and took out his phone and texted Quinn.
Good. So how are you doing? Having fun? We're in a gay bar and.. They pulled us into a booth and started dancing in front of us. It's terrifying! I'm in the bathroom right now, hiding.
I'm alright. Jack got me a cosmo, it's fucking pink. SO pink. Aw, baby. That's what happens. Just leave, go somewhere else?
"…and you said this was a good one?" He snapped, trying to get the image of the freaky dancer out of his head. "Look up a bar on your phone that is, oh I don't know, not fucking horrifying, that is for gays and straights…I don't think I can take another one of these."
"Yeah, sure. I'll take a look. I need to get the fuck out of here. This is my version of a haunted house." Puck stood up and shook his head while searching for a new bar.
"I've got one. It's cool and a bi bar. 2 blocks away from here."
"Well then let's get the fuck out here." Dave said. "I'm thinking if we bolt out of the bathroom at the same time they'll think we're going to hook up so they'll leave us alone."
They exited the bathroom together and made their way to the exit, Dave's theory proving to be true as they made it outside alive. Dave sighed in relief when they got outside and sent Jack a quick text telling him about the horrors they'd had to endure as they walked to the other club, getting in easily once again, as they headed inside.
"THANK GOD!" Puck half screamed on the sidewalk.
That's your color, babe. Haha! Don't drink too much though. We're going to a bi bar now. Have fun, baby!
Red is my color. Not pink. Haha, I won't. You have fun too, I love you.
They went to the next club and got in easily again. "The bouncers here are.. Awesome." He nudged Dave's side and approached the bar. "So, wanna do shots? We never got to finish our one-on-one competition during New Year's Eve." Puck smirked at Dave and hit the bar table. "Five rounds of shots here!" The lady behind the bar poured them the shots.
"Make that seven rounds." He told the bartender, a cute looking guy who kind of looked a bit like what he would assume a love child between Finn Hudson and Rachel Berry would look like, as he was pouring the shots. "If we're going to do this, let's not half-ass it." He said with a grin, slamming back the shots with Puck at the bar. He could feel some eyes on them but he ignored them as he did the shots, grinning as they just kept coming and both teens kept throwing them back.
"I'd say we're pretty evenly matched." He said with a smirk, "Want to go again or give in?"
"Half-ass? Yeah, right. Let's do this 20 rounds if you want!" Puck laughed and kept drinking the shots at the same time Dave was then throwing them back. Once they were all done with the shots, Puck still felt the same. That means he needs more! "Give in? Yeah, right! Go again, dude. I don't feel the alcohol in me." He called the bartender again. "Hey, 10 shots each here!" Puck turned to Dave again. "I ain't chickening out like the last time." He put up his arm and formed a fist with his hand, offering Dave a fist bump.
I love you more! ;)
It's not nice to lie, Puckerman ;)
They fist bumped and the bartender came back, pouring them the shots. The bartender was totally checking Dave out. Once the bartender left, Puck looked at Dave smirking. "Dude, he was totally checking you out." Puck nodded and grabbed a shot, downing it.
Dave shrugged, still not feeling any effects of the alcohol. "Maybe, or he might have been checking you out. Or maybe he's just wondering how we've done so many fucking shots and have felt nothing…think they're feeding us water?" He said with a laugh, tossing another shot back as he caught a brunette girl and her friend staring at them from the corner.
I ain't lying, babe. I would never lie to you.
Oh, but you are because I definitely love you more.
But go have fun, baby. Be careful okay? 3
That can't be possible. I love you so much more.
I will, but I miss you :( You be careful. Watch out for guys there. Don't let your drink out of your sight.
I miss you too. :( Me? You watch out for the guys, and girls. Don't let any of them come in and try and steal you. I'll kill them.
"Nu-uh. He was checking you out. He was staring at you while he was pouring the shots." Puck smirked as he took another shot and threw it down. "Seriously. I do think this is water. Nothing." He took another shot then threw it down again, a little disappointed.
"Don't look now, but there's two girls staring at us over there. I think they're coming over." Dave said with a laugh, watching as the two girls came closer and he did another shot.
"Dude, don't do this to me." Puck shook his head as he glared at Dave. "Are they hot?" He laughed, took a shot and tried to look over at the ladies approaching them.
"Hi." A blonde girl approached Puck. "Hey." A ginger girl approached Dave. "Sup, ladies?" Puck smiled at them.
"Uh, hey." Dave said as the ginger/brunette (he couldn't tell which, her hair kind of looked like both) leaned against his arm. "How are you?" He didn't really know what to say to girls, he didn't see them as sexual beings he wanted to hook up. He finished the shots that he and Puck had left, frowning when he still didn't feel anything, as they ordered more rounds.
"Wow, you drink those like they're water." the girl said with a starstruck look on her face, clamping her talon-like nails into his arm. "That's so hot."
"Uh thanks." He said awkwardly, looking at Puck and mouthing 'what the fuck' as the nameless girl chattered on.
Puck laughed at Dave's facial expression as the girl tried to flirt with him. "So, what's your name?" The blonde girl tried to catch Puck's attention from Dave. "My name's Puck." He took another shot and threw it back. "Wow. That's name sounds so.. badass." The blonde let her fingers through her hair. Puck suddenly remembered Quinn then sent her a quick text.
No one can steal me away from you, babe. I'm always thinking about you. I'll bury alive the guys who will try to even touch you.
Don't worry, Jack is taking good care of me.
Go enjoy yourself, baby. I'll talk to you later 3
"My name's Trixie. But you can call me Trix." She put her hand on Puck's arm and squeezed it. "Oh wow. Your arms are so hard." He let her hand caress his arm. "I work out daily." She leaned her front onto his arm then whispered something into his ear. Puck just smiled at her and drank some more shots, shaking his head slightly at Dave.
Dave frowned at his friend's lack of response and pounded back the rest of the shots on the bar counter, wincing as he finally started to feel something.
"Wow." The nameless girl practically purred as she wrapped her hand around his wrist. "That was so hot." She was grinning up at him and it was making him feel uncomfortable. He opened his mouth to say that he had a boyfriend and was so not interested but was unable to do so as the nameless chick had grabbed his face and pressed her own against it, practically shoving her tongue down his throat.
"Woah! Dude, slow down. You don't even know the girl's name." Puck laughed at the scene in front of him. "Well you know my name.. Can I get a kiss?" Trixie asked and turned his head towards her. "Sure." Puck leaned towards her and kissed her on the cheek. "There you go." He winked at her before getting another shot and throwing it down. "But I want this kind of kiss.." She put herself in the middle of Puck's legs and crashed her lips to him.
"My name's Karen." The nameless girl who now had a name said with a glare in Puck's direction, snaking her arms around Dave's neck as he looked on helplessly. She was pretty enough if you were into that kind of thing, her boobs were fucking huge, and he was definitely willing to bet that she was easy…but he just wasn't into it. He didn't find girls overly appealing, he was much more interested in guys.
…but Jack had told him to kiss girls, so what could it hurt right? So when Karen leaned up and kissed him again he just shrugged and went along with it, it really wasn't that bad.
It was an experience, a learning thing. It would only just reiterate how much he loved Jack.
Puck gave in to the kiss but pulled back after a few seconds. "Nice." He smiled just to be nice and ordered more shots from the guy bartender, who was now glaring at the girl who was kissing Dave. Puck just laughed at him. "Hey. I wasn't done yet." Trixie was rubbing the inside of his thighs, looking up at him. He took two more shots and he felt something already."Well I am, Trixie."
He took another shot and hissed a little. "Come on. You're so hot and I'm hot.." She leaned a little closer and grabbed his hands, wrapping it around her waist. Puck just pulled back his arms.
"You're gay aren't you?"
He furrowed his eyes."What?"
Unfortunately for Puck, even with Jack's little distraction she had seen the skank with her tongue shoved down her boyfriend's throat. When Jack let her go as he walked over to Dave, Quinn could already feel the anger bubbling inside her. She walked over to Puck, and the girl with an eye brow raised. "Enjoying yourself?" Quinn was a little too drunk to even think that the girl could have started the entire thing.
"So, let me see if I get this right, I can't have a guy as much as touch me, and you get to make out with some whore? Great double fucking standard." Quinn's words were slightly slurred, and she shook her head. "Whatever." She didn't have the energy to try and fight the girl, instead she turned and attempted to make a dramatic entrance out of the club, but ended up stumbling a few times.
"Hey, baby! Of course. We did like 28 shots or someth-" Puck was cut off as Quinn started to yell at her. "Baby, you're drunk. And that girl came up to me, I didn-" He was cut off again as Quinn went out of the club stumbling. "Baby!" Puck ran out and chased after her. He was a little buzzed but he can still do things and he's aware of everything that was going on. They reached the side walk and Quinn was drunk walking. "Quinn!" Puck hugged her from behind. "Baby, stop this. Please. You know I love you. Come on, let me take you to the hotel."
"No, no!" Quinn screamed at him as she pushed his hands away. She spun around as best she could to look at him. "You kissed her back, Puckerman! Did I kiss the guy that tried to kiss me? No! I let Jack pull him away. I didn't cheat on you." Quinn pushed him slightly, although he didn't move much because she lacked energy and spun again, trying to walk. She was determined to find the hotel without his help.
"Quinn Fabray! Get the hell back here!" When she didn't turn around, he ran and blocked her with his chest. "She ambushed kissed me! I couldn't push her away cause then I'll push her into Dave and he might fall. And I only kissed her back 'cause I imagined her to be you. Wait.. A guy tried to kiss you? What the fuck! Where is that fucking perv?" Puck was getting angry. His hands turning into fists so hard that his nails were digging into his palm. His eyes darkened and he was turning red.
"Dave's a big boy, Noah! I'm sure he could handle being bumped by some tramp." Quinn tired to move around him but he blocked her yet again. "Yes! But I didn't kiss him. I kept thinking about my boyfriend who I could never do that too, Vegas or not. And I certainly wasn't about to 'pretend' he was you!" Quinn ignored him as his eyes darkened and tried again to go around him, but to no avail. "Can you get out of my fucking way, please?"
Puck didn't listen to Quinn and stayed there. He was so fucking angry, he could punch a random guy who will pass-by. He kicked the trash cans that were near them and threw it against the wall. He walked towards the hotel really, really angry.
Quinn watched as he walked off towards the hotel. She knew she would never find it on her own. Throwing her hands in the air, Quinn let out a groan and followed behind him silently. She couldn't believe he was so angry. She hadn't kissed anybody.
Puck furrowed his eyes as he felt someone was following him. He stopped, then the person stopped. When he took a step to the right, the person took a step to the right too. He turned around and saw Quinn turned around too. Puck forgot his anger and started to laugh silently. He hid behind the tree and watched Quinn with his hand over his mouth, trying to hold his laugh.
When the blonde turned back around, she saw Puck was no longer in her line of sight. "Shit," she mumbled softly. Quinn shrugged her shoulders softly and went to go sit on the curb. Her head was killing her, and she knew she'd never be able to find the hotel without him. She was still mad at him, but as she dropped her head into her hands, she wished he was next to her.
When Puck heard her mumbled curse, he smirked. She totally wants me to be with her. Once Quinn dropped her head into her hands, Puck slowly sat beside her on the curb and put his arm around her, pulling her closer to him. He whispered into her ear. "I'm sorry, babe."
Quinn just let herself fall into Puck's side. She didn't care anymore. She didn't have the energy to fight him off. "I can't believe you kissed her.." she mumbled softly, feeling the pout pull onto her lips.
"I'm sorry. I should have pushed her.. But she was a blonde and I imagined her to be you but then she wasn't kissing the way you did so I broke it off. I shouldn't have given in." Puck pushed her hands down, put his hand under her chin and turned her head to him. "It was just a kiss. You're the one I love and obviously, you were the one who I was thinking of." He stroked his thumb through her bottom lip. "Now look who's pouting." He laughed softly and kissed her bottom lip. "I love you, Quinn. And no one else."
Quinn pulled her head away from him, and looked down at the ground. She didn't want him to see the tears that were forming in her eyes. "So, every time some blonde comes up and kisses you you're just going to give in because you're going to imagine it's me? It doesn't work like that Puck." She shook her head, and let out a sigh. "Kiss or not, it's enough to hurt." She bit down on her bottom lip, trying to pull away from him but she just didn't have the strength right now.
Puck let out a sigh as his girlfriend pulled away from him. He turned his body to face Quinn. "Ok. No more kissing, even blondes. Except you though." Puck turned her face with his hands and turn to him again. "I'm sorry. I'll try my best not to kiss chicks when I drink in bars. I promise." A tear fell out of Quinn's eye. Puck got worried and wiped it with his thumb. "Oh baby." Puck hugged her tight. "I love you."
Quinn just let herself fall into Puck's arms as she hugged him. "I love you too." She pulled back and shook her head. "Can we go to the hotel? I don't feel so good," she mumbled softly. Quinn wiped the rest of the tears from her eyes and looked at Puck. "Please?" she half begged, feeling like her head was going to explode.
"Ok, ok. Let's go." Puck helped her to get up. Quinn was pretty drunk. He's surprised that she's having a headache right now. Usually when people drink, they get headaches after they sleep, which are called hangovers. Quinn? She gets a hangover after an hour of drinking.
Puck didn't want her to stumble anymore so he carried her like they just got married all the way to the hotel. He didn't know why Quinn was so conscious about her weight. She's light as a feather and has a smokin' body.
Once they reached the hotel, the concierge looked at Puck weirdly while he was waiting for the elevator still carrying Quinn. "She's my girlfriend. We're getting married. Just practicing" He wasn't really lying. He wanted didn't want the concierge to think he's some psycho perv or something.
Quinn didn't put up any protest as Puck picked her up. She could already feel the room spinning, and she knew she wouldn't have been able to make it back to the hotel by herself. She let her head fall against his chest, as they made it to the elevator.
When they finally made it up to the room, Quinn looked at Puck. "Can you put me down?" She asked softly. But the second Quinn's feet were on the floor she darted to the bathroom. She threw open the door, and ran over to the toilet.
Quinn tried to push her hair out of the way as she felt the contents of her stomach making their way up and into the bowl. This was ridiculous. She had what? Two cosmos? She groaned softly, as leaned over the bowl.
Once he put Quinn down, he ran after her to the bathroom. Puck pulled her blonde hair back so that it won't get any vomit on it. "Ogod. How much did you drink? Didn't I tell you not to drink too much?" He said worriedly. Quinn doesn't have that much of a drinking experience but now, he hopes she learns from this one. Puck sat down on the tiled floor beside her, rubbing her back. He reached for one of the tissue rolls and used it to wipe her mouth and hands.
Quinn shook her head and rested it against the bowl, not even caring anymore. "I didn't drink that much. I think I had two or three cosmos." She took the toilet paper from him and wiped her mouth lifting her head slightly. "I guess we know I can't hold my liquor," she laughed softly. It didn't bother Quinn if she was a light weight, she wasn't a party animal and drinking just wasn't her thing. It did bother her that she was puking, she hated that.
"No, don't lean there. Come here." Puck pulled her from the toilet and made her lean against his chest. "Better, right?" He combed her hair with his fingers. "Next time when you drink, I should be with you. No exceptions." Puck wrapped his arms around her, reassuring her that he'll always be there. "And oh. You're color is definitely pink." He snickered softly.
Quinn nodded as she fell back against his chest. "How about I don't drink anymore?" Yeah, she liked the sound of that a lot more than actually drinking again. Quinn shook her head. "No, no. Pink is definitely not my color. Red is my color," she nodded with a soft laugh. "Never again with something pink, never again."
Puck laughed softly. "Well you just have to control your alcohol intake so that you wouldn't puke again. Don't worry, I'll teach you on how to not get drunk that easily." He placed a soft kiss on Quinn's head, not caring that she kind of smells because of her vomit. Puck tried hold his laugh on her comment about not drinking something pink again. "Tequila sunrise? That has red in it. Oh! What about bloody Mary? Now that's red."
Quinn shook her head and stood up. "No drinking again, for a while." She went over to the sink and splashed some water on her face before rinsing out her mouth.
Puck laughed and shook his head as he watched her stood up from the floor and went towards the sink. He just sat there and thought of things that could happen that night. What if he didn't notice Quinn was walking behind him? There might some random dude that can hurt her or literally steal her away from him. What if Quinn didn't catch him? Would he end up sleeping with Trixie? He squirmed at the thought of it. She wasn't a good kisser, more likely what about in bed?
When she turned back around, she held her hand out to help Puck stand up. "Thank you, though. For being here."
He took it and stood up. Puck didn't let go of her hand and pulled her in the bedroom. "Come on. Let's get you change out of your dirty clothes." He let her sit on the bed while he took her nightgown out her duffel bag. Puck went back to her then lifted her up to stand again and pulled up her dress gently, taking it off her. She wasn't wearing any bra. He wasn't really surprised. He was readying the nightgown to put it on her.
Quinn stood up slowly and let Puck pull off her dress. She smiled as the nightgown was slipped down over her. "You're amazing, you know that?" She asked softly.
Puck smiled when he saw his girlfriend smile as the nightgown was slipped down over her. "Someone has told me a few times." He shrugged and watched Quinn throw herself back to fall on the bed.
She climbed up to lay her head on the pillow and just rested there. "I thought I wasn't supposed to get a headache till the next morning.." she mumbled, burying her head in the pillow.
Puck approached his bag and took out his favorite singlet. He was feeling a little hot so he planned on not wear any boxers. He turned around to face Quinn as she spoke. "Well.." He unbuckled and unzipped his pants then pushed it down to the floor. He was only in his undies "You're a light drinker. Everything is fast on you." Puck took off his shirt then put his singlet on. "I don't know. That's the first time I've seen you really drunk." He took a bottle of water from the mini fridge then he jumped on the bed next to Quinn. "Here. Drink this." He said, handing her the bottle.
Quinn looked up at the water bottle and shook her head. "Don't want to," she mumbled. She shook her head, and let her eyes close softly. "I just want to sleep." Quinn was exhausted, she just needed to sleep right now. "Lay with me?" She asked, letting her one eye open to look at him. She pouted softly and looked at Puck.
"Come on, baby. Just one sip. I promise." Puck sat up and opened the cap of the bottle. "I'll lay with you once you drink from this bottle." He drank from the bottle then he looked down at Quinn. "See? It's not that hard. Come on, baby. Just one sip and I'll attack you with a lot of kisses while you sleep. I know you want that." Puck quirked his eyebrows at her, holding the bottle waiting for her to sit up.
Quinn let out a groan and opened her eyes. "Fine." She sat up and took the bottle from him. She took a small sip, and handed the bottle back to him. "Happy?" She asked softly. "Can I sleep now?" Quinn laid back down on the bed and let her eyes close again. Her head really was killing her, and she wanted to sleep.
"Yes. Definitely happy." Puck smiled and closed the cap on the bottle before placing it on the side table. He closed the lights before he climbed on the bed, leaving the room lit up by the lamp next to the side table. He turned off the lamp then pulling the covers over them as he positioned himself beside Quinn. Puck positioned himself on the side where Quinn was facing as he lied down facing her as well. He wrapped his arm around her, keeping her close his chest. Puck kissed her temple and laid his head on the pillow. He fell asleep, staring at his beautiful girlfriend.
NEXT CHAPTER: Unexpected twist and Jave(Jack & Dave)'s wedding!
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