Title: His Personal Nurse
Pairing: Puck/Quinn
Summary: Puck gets really sick, and Quinn is determined to nurse him back to health, in time for their first wedding anniversary. Simple fluff.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own anything. I repeat… I do NOT own anything. Nothing at all is mine, and I'm really glad it isn't, because if it was, glee would be banned from T.V for inappropriateness of a certain couple. Mostly from a certain blonde girl and a certain Mohawked boy… *wink wink*
Author's Note: This story should be a two-shot, but it turned out a lot longer than I expected, so now I've decided to make it a Three-shot... but that could change by the end of the next chapter. Hopefully it will be a three-shot, but I can't guarantee not adding another chapter. Anyways, thanks for reading, and please review! It's like an energy boost. The more reviews I get, the more compelled I am to write and pour my imagination into the stories. Just a fact. Okay, now back to the story!
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Chapter Two:
"QUIIIIIIIINN!"
Quinn heard Puck calling her name from the bedroom, and she immediately dropped his laundry and made a run for their bedroom door to tend to her sick husbands needs. It's been an hour since she called Rachel and the others, notifying them of Puck's illness, and that they won't be able to make their Thursday movie night tonight because of it.
Upon entering the room, she looked straight at the bed where she had last left Puck a mere minute ago, to find that he was still there, only looking like he was deep in thought, which was most likely not a good thing.
"Quinn, could you get me a pen and paper, please?" he asks hoarsely.
Quinn went to his side and gave him a confused glance. "For what?"
Puck coughed into his fist before turning to her with a sad look. "For my will."
Quinn blinked, not exactly sure what he was talking about. "What will?" she asks in confusion.
"Baby, Rachel just texted me the signs, and seriousness of Dengue Fever, and I just found out that it's deadly. I want to be able to write out my will before I die."
Quinn rolled her eyes and plopped down by his hip. "You're not writing a will because you're not dying, Puck."
"How do you know that? I could die any second, Quinn," he pauses and looks deep in thought before adding, "As a matter of fact, I could be dead right this moment, and nobody knows it. Not even me… because I'm dead."
"Puck, refer to yourself as dead one more time, and I'll punch you in the gonads."
Puck winced and turned on his side. The headaches were still ongoing, and he still felt like his body could set fire to their house, but now his muscles and his joints felt like they were trying to strangle each other under his skin. It hurt to move too much, but he really didn't like not moving at all. He was freaking Puckasaurus, and his contract required him to move and flex, which was painful to do at the moment.
"Would you cry if I died?" Puck suddenly asked.
Quinn rolled her eyes at her husband's childishness, "No… because you're not going to die."
"But if I did die…Then would you cry?"
"Puck, why are you so determined to die?" Quinn asked annoyed at Puck's insistence of dying.
Puck shrugged. "I just feel like I'm going to die… Rachel texted that the Dengue fever can be fatal. I could die painfully slow."
Quinn sighed and slowly laid down next to her husband, making a mental note to call Rachel later on, and chastise the tiny brunette for putting suicidal thoughts into Puck's head. "Puck?"
"Hmm?"
"Can you do me a favor?"
Puck thought for a moment, "If it requires running or anything of the sort, then probably not."
Quinn looked up into the eyes that she loves so much and gently ran a hand across Puck's jaw.
"Can you please stop talking about dying?" she pleads softly. "...You may think it's funny, but I really don't think it is. You have no idea how much I hate hearing you talk about dying. You're healthy, and fit. There was just a break in your immune system that the Dengue virus got past, but I'm fairly sure that your body is fighting it."
Puck stayed silent for a moment before looking at her curiously. "So you really wouldn't shed a tear if I suddenly died?"
Quinn groaned softly. She wanted to punch him and kiss him at the same time for being so annoyingly cute, so she answers honestly. "If you must know, I don't think I can live without you, so no… I wouldn't be able to cry when I'm dying along with you."
Puck frowns, suddenly realizing why Quinn hated hearing him talking about dying. He felt nauseous at the thought of his beautiful wife dying.
"Now you're going to stop talking, drink your water," she says thrusting the cup of water that she had set on the bedside earlier into his hand, "and go back to sleep, because Dr. Welch told me to make sure that you get lots of water and rest."
"I'm not tired anymore." He complained after draining the whole cup of water.
"Well, Dr. Welch said that you need to get as much rest as you can get, and you've only slept for two hours today."
Puck turned away and kicked his feet like a petulant child. "Well maybe Doctor grape juice doesn't know shit about Dengue fever, because I don't want to sleep."
Quinn got up off the bed and stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at her husband.
Puck looked over his shoulder and rolled his eyes, "Babe, I can't sleep anymore. I could die in my sleep! Freddy Kreuger could be waiting for me on the other side of dreamland! Cant I just go watch TV downstairs?"
Quinn sighed and sat back down on the bed. "Puck—"
"Pleeeeeease!"
"Fine!" she said getting up off the bed. "…but don't expect me to carry you up to bed when you fall asleep down there."
Quinn walked to the door, not believing her husband's stubbornness. Quinn was almost at the door when she stopped and turned back to look at her husband, who was still lying in bed, staring at her with sad eyes.
Quinn knows he's giving her that infuriatingly adorable look to guilt trip her into letting him stay downstairs, but she couldn't help it. He only uses that look when he's been too long without sex, but it always, and she means always works.
Quinn sighed and walked back to her husband kissing him on the forehead. "I'm sorry, baby," she apologizes sadly. "I just want you to get better as soon as possible. I don't like it when you're sick, because then I won't be allowed to kiss you, and hold you like I could when you're not sick."
Puck gives her a smile, "I know, babe. I'm just… I'm bored as hell up here. I don't like lying in bed all day, while you do everything else. It's supposed to be my job to take care of you and not the other way around."
Quinn shook her head, and gently pulled on his hand so he could sit up. "Fine… You get one hour of T.V, but after that, you have to get some rest, okay?"
Puck nodded like a giddy four year old and slowly got up off the bed to follow her downstairs.
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Quinn sighed as she sat watching her husband doze off on the couch. He had barely watched the television for ten minutes before he suddenly fell asleep. She sat by his side and ran a hand through his short hair, wincing when she felt that his temperature was still very high. She had already googled the symptoms and signs of Dengue fever, and some of the stuff she found out, scared her. It was rare for people to get dengue fever in this part of the country, and it was just pure bad luck that the stupid-ass mosquito who decided to fly into Lima, Ohio, bit Puck and gave him the Dengue virus. And on a day so close to their first wedding anniversary! Quinn found herself wanting to kill the blood-sucking parasite that got her husband sick.
She worriedly ran her fingers over Puck's scorching forehead. He was already having terrible bouts of headaches, muscle and joint pains, and he kept complaining about his skin itching like he had bugs crawling all over him. There were little red spots on his back that was starting to look like a rash, and he barely manages to keep any of his food down. He had already up-chucked three times earlier today, and Quinn was not looking forward to the next time he vomits.
Quinn was pulled out of her thoughts by a loud knock on the door. Quinn gently stood up and trudged over to the door. She smiled when she swung it open to see Rachel and Finn with a takeout cup of soup from breadstix, a gallon of water, and a bouquet of lilies.
The couple silently made their way inside when Quinn whispered that Puck was sleeping.
"How is he?" Rachel asked while Finn set the bouquet down on the coffee table.
"I'm not entirely sure if he's getting any better." Quinn murmured worriedly as all three of them stood by the couch and watched Puck sleeping.
Quinn sighed and shook her head. "The doctor had given him some antibiotics and told me to just get him hydrated and let him rest, and that if it gets worse, I should call in for an appointment. I've already called in and told them of Puck's symptoms which I think are getting worse."
Rachel and Finn stared worriedly at their sick friend who shifted slightly and started scratching his arms profusely. Quinn moved forward and gently pulled his hands away, before rubbing his arms gently. Puck seemed satisfied with that, and went back to sleeping peacefully.
The three of them sat down across from Puck and silently talked, Rachel and Finn both offering to help Quinn take care of Puck, to which she politely declined. She wanted to be the one to take care of her husband, no matter what happens. That is until Quinn gets a phone call from work, and her boss Mrs. Lindsay insisting that she come to work because she needs to do the presentation on her newest painting, so she could get into the new Galleria in town. Quinn sighed and looked at her husband who was starting to scratch again.
Quinn really didn't want to leave him, but if she doesn't present her painting, she won't be submitted into the art gallery, and all of last month's effort, gets shot to hell. She finally agreed to go when Finn and Rachel insisted that she goes, and that they'll be glad to stay over and take care of Puck while she's gone.
"I'll only be gone for at least two hours max, so I should be back by 3p.m."
Rachel and Finn nodded while Quinn shrugged on her coat.
"Please make sure that he keeps drinking his water."
"We will." Finn assures her.
Quinn walked over to the couch and kissed Puck on the forehead, flinching when her lips felt just how hot his skin felt.
"Shit." She mutters.
"What?"
"He's still burning up," Quinn bit her lip and looked over at Rachel and Finn hesitantly. "Guys, maybe I should just stay."
"Quinn, you've been wanting to get your paintings into that art gallery. Go. We'll be fine." Rachel assures.
"But what if he—,"
"Go." Finn cuts in.
"But—,"
"No buts. Go." Rachel says nodding at the door as Finn moves over to sit by Puck's feet.
"What if he—,"
"GO!" the couple practically yell at Quinn who finally agreed, thanking them for the help and hurried to the door.
The couple sighed and turned their heads back to watch Puck, when the door suddenly opened again, and Quinn's head popped in. "Make sure he eats something and please call me if something happ—,"
"GO!" Rachel and Finn called together, both pointing outside.
"Alright! Jeez, I'm going!"
A few minutes later, they heard Quinn's car pull out of the driveway.
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When Puck finally woke up an hour after Quinn left, Rachel busied herself with preparing his soup while Finn poured him a tall glass of water.
Puck raised his eyebrows at his friends as Finn handed him his cup of water while Rachel sat beside him, blowing on his soup to try to cool it down.
"Look guys, I'm fine… just a bit feverish and achy. But other than that, I'm perfectly fine."
"Noah, I don't give a damn if you can outrun a horse right now, because you are not going to try to talk us into leaving you alone. We promised your wife to take care of you and that's what we'll do."
Puck sighed as Rachel scooped up some soup onto the spoon and tried to feed it to him. "Okay, I get that, but I'm a grown man, who has two arms and two legs. I'm pretty sure I can feed myself, Rach."
Rachel glared at Puck, "Noah, please just humor us. We wouldn't mind letting you do it, but your wife practically baby's you, and that is exactly what we're going to do, otherwise she'll sneak into our house tonight and murder us in our sleep."
Puck opened his mouth again to protest, but was cut off when Rachel thrusts the spoonful of soup into his mouth. Puck coughed lightly and swallowed down the chicken soup. It was good, but he really didn't like being spoon-fed by anyone other than his wife. Rachel however, was rather insistent, and kept thrusting the spoon in his face, so he was forced to eat it. It was either that, or she'll actually start singing about her headbands until he eats his soup, and right now, he doesn't think he can sit through one of those terrible songs of hers. She's talented and has a beautiful voice, but she was terrible at songwriting.
Half an hour later, Puck was ready to pull out what's left of his hair, while he smashes his skull against the floor. All the babying wasn't making his headaches any better. If anything, Rachel and Finn's constant hovering and worried looks was making his head hurt even more.
"Guys!" Puck bellowed angrily. "Will you please stop looking at me like I'm going to drop dead?" Rachel and Finn glanced at each other, and looked back at Puck apologetically. "Look, I appreciate the help, but you guys are treating me like a 300 year old lady who's awaiting her final breath."
Finn sighed and sat down next to his best friend. "Look man, I know that you don't like to feel useless, and Rachel means well, but I'm the one who wants to play C.O.D instead of tea parties."
Rachel glared at her husband, who ignored her and smiled when Puck grinned back.
"C.O.D?" Puck asks, finally feeling a whole lot better.
"You up for it?" Finn asked.
"You bet."
Rachel wanted to protest and demand that they both shut up and let Puck rest, but Puck had just cracked the first smile he had since they arrived, so she stays silent while Finn gets up to turn on Puck's X-box 360.
Before Finn could give Puck his controller, Rachel stood in front of Puck and held up the thermometer in front of his face. Puck groaned, but opened up his mouth. He didn't protest because he knew exactly what kind of chaos the consequences would be. Rachel would be singing until he either opens up, or when his ears start to bleed.
Rachel was glad to see that his temperature was at least a bit better than before. Satisfied with that, she stepped away and let the two guys continue their game.
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Puck sat laughing his head off when Finn's character gets killed.
"I leave you guys to take care of him, and you guys let him waste away his energy! He's weak, you know?" Quinn scolds as she walks into the living room to see her sick husband laughing at Finn.
Puck smiles over at his wife and slouched down a bit, trying to look weak again. Finn rolls his eyes at Puck, as Rachel walks out of the kitchen with a tray of sandwiches, and orange juice.
"Oh thank God! I was beginning to wonder if I was going to be babysitting two kids." Rachel said throwing a dirty look at her husband.
Quinn laughed as she took off her coat and threw it on the back of the couch, before sitting down next to her husband and kissing him on the cheek. "Hey, you." she smiles.
"Hey you too." Puck grins and leans over to plant a kiss against Quinn's neck, making her purr from the heat of his lips on her skin.
"Hey, Finn! Thanks for taking care of Puck." Finn says sarcastically.
Quinn laughed as Puck stuck his tongue out at his best friend.
"Real mature, dude."
"Pshh, like you would know what mature was if it hit you in the face." Puck laughed.
"I would." Finn said, to which Puck rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, thank Rachel for that."
"How are you feeling?" Quinn asks as she puts a hand to Puck's forehead, and grinned when she noticed that it was a bit cooler than when she left.
"I'm feeling…" Puck fakes a cough, "better,"
Finn rolled his eyes at Puck's attempt to look weaker than he actually felt.
"His temperature dropped a few degrees, so that's good." Rachel chimes in as she plopped down next to her husband.
Quinn nodded gratefully to Rachel.
"No thanks to Finn." Rachel added.
"What? I poured him his water!" Finn complained like a petulant child.
"Yes, thank you Finnderella." Puck laughed.
Finn glared at both his wife and his best friend. Quinn only laughing as the three complained about each other.
The group sat around eating their sandwiches and talking about Quinn's presentation to which Puck had grinned and muttered how proud he was that she got into the Galleria.
Finn and Rachel decided to leave half an hour later when Puck yawned and complained about the room being too stuffy. Quinn smiled at her husband and kissed his forehead as Finn and Rachel said their goodbyes. She walked their friends to the door, waving at them as they walked to their car.
As soon as she closed the door, she heard Puck calling her from the living room.
"You ready for bed?" she asked as she walked into the living room, only to stop in her tracks when she saw Puck smiling at her. It wasn't just a normal smile. It was that mischievous one that got her in trouble back in high school. The same one that he would use when he wants to… Quinn blushed when Puck's eyes began to roam over her body. She was in her jeans and a light green top, but when he looks at her like that, she might as well have been naked.
"I'm not tired anymore." Puck said as he slowly got up off the couch.
Quinn narrowed her eyes at her husband, "Did you lie to get Finn and Rachel out of the house?"
Puck smiled unapologetically, "Maybe."
Quinn huffed, "Puck, they've been a big help today... why would you want to get rid of them when they want to help us out a bit?"
"Is it so wrong for me to want to spend the rest of the evening with my wife?"
"No, but Rachel and Finn are our friends, and they wanted to keep us company, and they really helped out a lot!"
Puck knew she was right, but he couldn't keep the anger out of his voice as he threw his hands up angrily. "Fine! If I'm such a big problem, then just leave me here to die, and you can go out with Rachel and Finn." he turned towards the stairs and walked towards it, but before he could take another step, Quinn ran forward and grabbed his hand, pulling him back, grabbing his face and turning it towards her own.
"Babe, you know I want to spend time with you," she says, but Puck wouldn't even look at her. "I'm sorry, I just thought that it was nice of them to want to hang out with us today."
Puck sighed and looked back into his wife's eyes. "I know. I just wanted to spend some time with you… just you." he smiled sadly at her, and leaned forward, pressing his lips to her forehead before pulling away and turning to go up the stairs to their room. "I'm gonna go to sleep now." He mutters softly, not even bothering to look back as he slowly walked up the stairs.
Tears collected in Quinn's eyes as she watched her husband walk sadly up to their room. She didn't mean to make it seem like she would rather hang out with Rachel and Finn than with Puck, because she really wouldn't prefer that. She would actually love to spend time alone with her husband, and tend to his needs.
A thought struck Quinn at that moment. She had promised Puck yesterday that she would be his personal sexy nurse, and here she was, sounding like a bitch and seeming like she didn't want to spend time with her husband. On the contrary, she would really just love to be alone with him, so she could straddle him, and just… Quinn's line of thought broke right there as another thought struck her.
Quinn ran into her study room, and booted up her laptop. She quickly went online, and googled the dangers, and safety part of Dengue fever. What she found, was more than enough to excite her, as she shut down her laptop, and made a run for her closet.
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Puck shifted again in bed, trying desperately to fall asleep, but truth be told, he really wasn't tired. His bones were still a bit achy and everything, but he wasn't tired enough to fall asleep at 6 0'clock p.m. on a Thursday evening.
He sighed as he turned again, this time lying on his back and facing the ceiling. A few seconds later, he heard the soft thuds of his wife's footsteps coming up the stairs, and he quickly closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.
He listened carefully to the soft thuds of Quinn's footsteps, and according to his hearing, she's walking straight towards him. A moment later, Puck felt the bed shift under her as she gently sat down beside him.
Puck's heart skipped a beat, or several, when he felt Quinn's hand against his chest. He wanted to open his eyes and see what she's up to, but he decided against it, so as to wait for whatever she's doing.
Quinn's hand roamed over his naked chest, running slowly over his abs. Puck knew it was only a matter of time before she figures out that he isn't really sleeping, if she hasn't already. He swore mentally when he felt his lower anatomy rouse in excitement.
He was disappointed when Quinn's hand left his torso, but the disappointment soon turned to surprise and absolute excitement when the bed shifted a bit more, and he sensed exactly what was going on.
Quinn smirked when she saw a certain part of Puck's body, bulging under his briefs. She knew he wasn't sleeping because his body was telling her exactly that. She slowly took her hand away from where it was admiring his beautiful body, and his sexy tight abs. Quinn glanced once more at her little costume and stood up off the bed before placing her knee on one side of Puck's hip, while slinging her other leg over to his other side, so that she was straddling his torso. She knew it was only a matter of time before Puck would give up pretending to sleep, and then he would see just exactly what she was wearing for him. She gently sat down on his lower stomach, and leaned forward to press an openmouthed kiss against his chest while keeping her eyes on his face, aaaand… BINGO!
Puck's eyes popped open and he nearly had an aneurysm when he saw what his wife was wearing. She was in a skimpy little nurse outfit that was about two sizes too small, and was short enough to be a lingerie that left very very little to the imagination. Puck swallowed with difficulty because his throat was suddenly dry. Perhaps he hadn't drunk enough water.
Quinn blushed as Puck's eyes roamed over her body. She loves that he still makes her blush like a school girl after four years of dating and almost a whole year of marriage. She admired the way his biceps bulged when he used his elbows to prop himself up. He quirked an eyebrow at her, to which she gave him a seductive grin.
"Is there anything I could do for you, Mr. Puckerman?"
Puck grinned back, "That depends."
"On what?" Quinn asks as she continued to caress his chest.
"On what you're willing to do for me."
"Well, I'll be your personal nurse for the remainder of the day, so whatever you want, I shall give."
Puck didn't even need to think about his answer, "I have everything I want right here." he murmurs as he smiles at his beautiful personal nurse, and gently placed his arms around her waist.
Quinn blushed at his words. He was never one for romance and cheesiness, but when he does feel up to it, it never ceases to amaze her at how naturally perfect he sounds. Quinn grinned mischievously as she gently grinded against him, earning a throaty groan from Puck.
"Perhaps I should start by taking care of your little problem?" she asks when she feels his not so little problem against her lower back.
"Well, I suppose it's the nurse's job to ensure that the patient is feeling better."
"Yes it is. Now if you'll just lie back while your naughty nurse tends to your…" Quinn trailed off as she scooted back and sat right above his erection. She moaned softly at the contact, sending little jolts of electricity up her body, and back down to the tips of her toes.
Puck grinned excitedly like a four year old waiting for his ice cream. His personal nurse was indeed a naughty one.
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Puck was as happy as happy gets. He was in heaven, and he's pretty sure he can die happy now. His personal naughty nurse had gone above and beyond his expectations, and he finds himself lying naked next to his equally naked naughty nurse. He smirked as he leaned towards her and placed a soft kiss against her shoulder. He was the sick one, and yet she was the first one to fall asleep. Puck glanced at their bedside clock and grinned. It was 4 in the morning, and he remembers exactly what day it is today.
He gently slipped out of bed, feeling a hundred times better than when he woke up yesterday, but maybe it had something to do with last night's events. Puck grinned as he threw on a pair of sweatpants and a shirt, grabbed his phone, and quietly made his way downstairs.
His personal nurse surprised him last night with her sudden enthusiasm to 'get down with it'. If you catch his drift.
But today, it was his turn to return the favor and do a bit of surprising as well. And he'll need to recruit a few people in order to pull this off. A sick man surely can't do all he's planning on his own. Puck snorted as he dialed Finn's number. He's actually sick, and he's not even flinching at the thought of it.
As a matter of fact, if last night was an indication of what would happen every time he's sick, Puck plans on getting sick a lot more in the near future.
Whatever it takes to be with his personal naughty nurse.
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Author's Note: I am very sorry for cutting this short. This isn't exactly how I pictured the story to be like, but it is what it is, and I'm sorry if it's boring. So I'm also really sorry for this cliffhanger. But, I do promise that I'll post the next chapter really really soon. But yeah, I know that this chapter is a bit boring if not a lot. I do hope you kind of liked it, so thanks again for reading, and please review, and let me know what you thought of it.