Title: His Personal Nurse
Pairing: Puck/Quinn
Disclaimer: I don't own anything at all…
Author's Note: Hello again! I just want to thank everyone who's been reading this story, and I would also like to thank everyone who has reviewed. This is the last chapter of this particular story, but I might make a sequel, so thank you all for bearing with me.
Before you read, there are a few things that I just made up along the way, and you should know a few things to understand them.
-Puck and Quinn only started officially dating after high school, so they're both twenty-two years old in this fic, and they got married at the young age of twenty-one. I'm really sorry, but I forgot to add that part to the first two chapters.
Okay, that's it.
Chapter 3:
Quinn yawned as she stretched her arms over her head, eyes still closed in total bliss. She was a bit sore from the previous night's events, but it was a delicious kind of soreness. The kind that she gets every time she and Puck have these little "activities".
She rolled onto her side, and blindly reached out an arm to her husband's warm chest, only to find cold sheets. Quinn's eyes snapped open as she looked around the room for any signs of her husband, but he was nowhere in sight. She tried listening for the shower; or the bathroom to flush, but it was completely silent.
Quinn slowly got up out of bed and went into the bathroom to clean up a bit. She figured Puck's probably downstairs in the living room, watching television or something, so she took her time.
The blonde grinned as the smell of bacon wafted up to their bedroom. Her husband was just full of surprises. She quickly pulled on a pair of sweatpants and one of Pucks smaller shirts that went just above her knees, and quickly made her way downstairs to the kitchen, where she found a shirtless Puck flipping bacon on the frying pan. She quickly closed the distance between them and placed a kiss against his back as she wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. She smiled happily against his skin, which was a whole lot cooler than it had been last night.
Puck turned his head and grinned at his wife who lifted her head so he could place a quick kiss against her lips. "Good morning." He greets sweetly and turns back to flipping the bacon.
Quinn detached herself from him to get herself a mug. "Good morning." She smiles, and wonders if he remembers what day it is today. "How are you feeling?" she asks him.
He nods, "A whole lot better now baby… thank you."
She puts a hand to his forehead, just to make sure, and sure enough, he was a lot cooler than before. Still warmer than usual, but totally cooler than last night.
"How'd you sleep?" Puck asks as she withdraws her hand and turns to pour herself a cup of coffee.
"Like a baby." She winks at him and sipped her coffee, while smiling at just how perfect it is.
Puck always knew how she likes her coffee. As a matter of fact, Puck knows exactly how she likes everything. Just like how she knows how he likes everything as well.
-PQ-PQ-PQ
After breakfast, Quinn volunteers to do the dishes since Puck had made their delicious breakfast of all her favorite breakfast foods. Bacon, eggs, waffles, toast, and more bacon.
She's almost done loading the dishes into the dishwasher, when she hears Puck coming back down from their room. "Babe, I'm gonna be out with Finn for a while." He calls as he puts on his shoes.
"Where?" Quinn asks incredulously. Is he seriously going to hang out with Finn on the day of their first wedding anniversary?
"Uhh—just for a ride. Stretch my legs for a bit, ya know?"
Quinn wanted to protest, but he really has been holed up for the past three days, so she only nods.
He hurries over to her and places a quick kiss against her lips and running outside before she can say anything else.
Quinn huffed in annoyance and put the last dish away in the dishwasher.
I guess he didn't remember what day it is today.
She didn't want to think too much about it, and decided to let it slide that he forgot because he had been really sick, but she still felt a tad bit disappointed… To be honest, she was really disappointed. Almost angry, because this was their first wedding anniversary and the firsts are always important.
PQ-
Quinn spent the next hour, sulking alone in the living room. She resorted to killing zombies on Puck's X-Box, and she may have killed the keys on the controller as well. Quinn sighed as her character died for the fourth time in the past ten minutes. She chucked the controller onto the other side of the couch and leaned back with her eyes closed. She was just beginning to doze off, when the phone rang.
She answered groggily, and smiled when she heard Santana's equally groggy voice. "Hey tootie."
"Hey fruity." Quinn greeted as she flopped back down on the couch.
"How ya doin'?"
Quinn shrugged even though Santana couldn't see her. "Okay."
Santana was silent for a moment, but Quinn could hear someone whispering in the background.
"You wanna come out with us?" the Latina asks.
"Can't… I'm waiting for my husband, who's out with his best friend on our first anniversary day."
Santana chuckled at the hint of annoyance in Quinn's voice.
"How is he?"
"Fine… His fever just miraculously disappeared overnight."
Quinn could hear Santana tell someone on her end, to shut up. "Sorry we couldn't come over to see him… been busy."
Quinn shrugs, "S'okay."
"So if your man-child is out, then why aren't you out too?"
Quinn sighed, "Because unlike him, I've actually been planning to surprise him on our first anniversary."
"Well then fuck him."
"Did that last night actually."
Santana laughed. "Oooh… and I thought I was the bad one."
"Yeah, I blame you for it."
"Blame away, hun." Santana sniggered on the other end of the line.
Quinn sighed as she stared at the T.V.
"Come out with us." Santana says again.
"Can't."
"Oh horse shit."
"San, I'm gonna just wait for Puck to come home, and then I'll remind him what today is, and we'll go out and have a nice little dinner tonight, and then we'll just come back home and…" Quinn trailed off, not wanting to share her entire private life with Santana because the Latina will just end up telling the whole world.
"And what?"
Quinn knew Santana was smirking on the other end, but stayed silent.
"And sleep."
"And by sleep you mean a sex marathon?"
"No."
"A fuck fest then?"
"Santana," Quinn said warningly.
"Okay, fine—Remind him, dinner, and…" Santana faked a cough "… sleep." Santana sniggered.
"Yes, sleep." Quinn nodded.
"Well then we can go right now… you'll have plenty of time to eat and sleep tonight... I'll even pick you up." Santana suggests.
Quinn sighed. Santana was always the insistent one. She was the one who had dragged Quinn to that party all those years ago back in high school, where she had lost her virginity to Puck.
Can't say Santana's schemes are terrible because one of those schemes happened to start the best times of my life with Puck. Quinn muses.
"One hour." She finally says.
"Perfect!" Santana laughs.
"I mean it, San…" Quinn says warningly. "One hour, and then you have to bring me back home."
"Deal." Santana agrees readily.
"See you in a few then?"
"See you then, tootie."
"In half an hour, fruity."
Quinn hung up and sighed. She just knows that Santana was already planning something.
PQPQPQ
Quinn knew something was up the moment she hopped into Santana's car, to see that the Latina wasn't dressed up as usual. Santana was in black shorts and a white tank top, no make-up, and her hair was pulled into a messy bun.
Quinn didn't even have time to buckle up before Santana sped down the streets.
Quinn stared skeptically at her friend. "San, what's going on?"
Santana glance once at her and smiled before looking back on the road. "Didn't I tell you on the phone?"
"Yes. You said we're going out."
Santana nodded.
Quinn waited for the Latina to say something, but Santana stayed silent as she nodded along to Amy Winehouse playing on the radio.
"San, I know for a fact that you don't ever go out with no make-up, frizzy hair, and in shorts and a tank top." Quinn leaned over to look at Santana's feet. "And flip-flops." She added with a raised eyebrow.
Santana huffed. "Can't you just shut up and wait until we get there?"
Quinn rolled her eyes and looked ahead. "I would if I knew where we're going."
"I'm going to stop the car on the highway, drag you out of my car, staple you to the road and run you over." Santana snapped.
"God, why did you even invite me to go with you if you're going to be such a bitch?"
"Tootie, if I didn't love you so much, I'd leave your ass at home, and your dumb husband would have to pick you up himse—," Santana cut herself off and slapped a hand over her own mouth.
Quinn sat up and stared at Santana. Her excitement evident on her own face, as she grinned at the Latina who was cursing under her breath. "Is Puck planning something?" Quinn asks excitedly.
Santana groaned. "Umm—No. He's not… he's out with Finn, remember?"
Quinn rolled her eyes, "San, I think you just gave yourself away. Now tell me what Puck is planning."
Santana huffed. "Can't sweetie, Puck will kill me if I tell you."
"Santana, I will kill you if you don't tell me."
"Then kill me… I'd rather be killed by you then be killed by Puck." She says flatly.
Quinn sighed and stared out the window. "You're really not going to tell me?"
"Nope. Just wait. It's no fun when you already know what's going on before it even happens."
Quinn nodded, "True." Quinn couldn't help the fluttering of her heart and the huge smile etched on her face. She never should've doubted her husband.
The rest of the ride was silent as both girls just nodded to the songs on the radio.
PQPQ-
When the car finally stopped, Quinn was confused beyond belief. They were literally in the middle of nowhere. Well, it was more like they were in the middle of a forest. Everywhere Quinn looked, there were trees. Big ones and little ones and medium ones. Even dead, dried ones. Though she doesn't know why, the place looked oddly familiar. Like she's been here before, but she couldn't quite remember why.
Quinn glanced at the Latina who was dialing someone on her phone.
"San, where the hell are we?" she asks worriedly.
Santana put a hand up to shush Quinn, who rolled her eyes and waited.
"We're here." Santana murmurs into the phone. She nods a few times, "Hurry the fuck up. It's 7:20 and my ass is freezing in these shorts."
Santana rolls her eyes, "Just shut up and come get her." she says and snaps her phone shut.
"Get out, tootie." She says to Quinn.
"What?" Quinn asks incredulously.
"Get out of my car." Santana repeats as she runs her hands over her own arms to warm them.
"You're just going to leave me out here in the middle of nowhere?" Quinn asks in disbelief.
Santana sighed loudly and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Just get out so I can go home and put on some warm clothe."
When Quinn didn't give any signs of getting out of the car, Santana added, "Your surprise is through the forbidden forest, Hermione." Santana points to the edge of the trees and Quinn looks over to see a little bright spot shining through the dark trees.
"What is that?" Quinn asks skeptically.
"It is the light that you should be walking into right about now… instead, you're wasting time sitting here talking to me, when you could be humping Harry Potter through there. Now scram, tootie."
Quinn raised an amused eyebrow, "What's with the Harry Potter references?"
Santana shrugged, "Britt made me sit through her all nigh Harry Potter movie marathon last night."
Quinn laughed and cocked her head to the side, "Aww, so did you play Quidditch last night too?"
Santana smirked, "No, we played Quidditch this morning, and if you'd get out of my freaking car, I could go home to my baby, who might've already burned the house down trying to light the Goblet of Fire for our Biwizard tournament."
Quinn snorted before Santana glared at her. She knows Santana won't actually leave her here alone without making sure she's safe, so she opens the door and climbs out. "If I die tonight, I'll come for your soul." She says warningly.
Santana laughs "I'll be waiting for you then." the Latina winks before speeding off into the empty road.
Quinn turned and nervously stared at the little light shining through the trees. She doesn't know what she was expecting from Puck for their first anniversary, but something out in the middle of nowhere in a forest, was far from it.
She walks towards the light shining through the trees, and the first thing she notices, is that there's soft music playing from somewhere in the trees. She keeps moving until she hears someone coming from her left. She whirls around to see the leaves on a little bushes rustling a bit, before Puck emerges from between the bushes.
Quinn sighs in relief, and looks up and down at him, certainly surprised to see him wearing a new looking black suit, black pants, black shiny shoes, a green plaid shirt, and a black tie. His face was cleanly shaven, and his hair was trimmed nicely.
He smiled when he saw her and Quinn immediately giggled as she ran towards him to hug him.
"You remembered." She breathes as the tears of joy threatened to ruin her mascara.
"Of course I did…" he murmurs against her hair before pulling away. "No matter how sick I am, I could never forget something as important as the day you finally became my wife," he pauses to wipe the few tears that escaped her eyes with the pads of his thumbs. "Especially when I have the best and sexiest nurse to ever walk the face of this earth." He grins when he sees the blush rise on her cheeks.
"Thank you." She smiles as she leans back to look at him. She blushes again when Puck's eyes roam over her body with a wide grin plastered onto his face.
"You look beautiful." He whispers.
Quinn smiled down at her green dress then back at his attire, "You don't look so bad yourself."
He grins before leaning down to plant a kiss against her lips. After pulling away, he sticks out his arm, "Shall we?" She nods and immediately takes it happily.
Quinn is beyond surprised as Puck leads her through a bunch of trees, and into a clearing with candles and lamps set up around it. It was truly the most romantically amazing thing she's ever seen in her entire life, and she has to stop herself from crying when she see's that Puck has indeed planned everything out for their first anniversary.
The whole place was surrounded by candles, and there were even instruments, complete with a little band, that Quinn immediately recognized as the guys from Puck's workplace at the police station. There was a table for two, covered in a light green table cloth, silverware, and plates. Quinn momentarily wondered where the food would come from, until she glanced behind the band to see caterers, and even a chef, working away on the food.
Quinn glanced up at her husband, who had been so sick in the past few days, yet still managed to plan something so… perfect.
"How did you—," she begins, but Puck cuts her off with a chaste kiss.
"Eat first, talk later." He grins softly as he leads her to the table.
Quinn is absolutely amazed when the menu is laid out in front of her, and she sees that she could practically order anything on there, because they were all her favorite foods. She glances up at Puck with beaming smile, and he beams back when she voices how absolutely amazing he is.
After they've eaten and washed down the food with a bottle of white wine, Puck gets up and bows a little, before asking in a cheesy accent, "May I have this dance, ma'am?" Quinn giggled like a school girl and nodded as he gently pulled her out of her seat and led her to the middle of the clearing. Puck nods once to the band, and a moment later, Quinn smiles as she recognizes the song that the band is playing.
As they continue to sway to the song playing, Quinn can't take the wait any longer and she asks, "How did you do it?" she asks and pauses as she looks around at everything. "And why here?" she adds curiously.
Puck smiles sheepishly and raises a hand to signal the band to stop playing. Quinn is even more curious as Puck pulls her towards the edge of the trees. They continue walking deeper into the trees for another minute or so until they come to a stop at another little clearing. There were more candles there, and a single bench in front of a pond.
Puck pulls her towards the bench and sat down, pulling her down to sit next to him. He grins sheepishly at her as she waits for him to speak. Puck points to the pond where a single candle was floating in it. She cocks her head to the side and stares at it, wondering why this place looked so familiar.
Finally, Puck speaks, "Do you remember when we first met?" he asks, and Quinn's thoughts flip back sixteen years ago, when she was six. Puck was a new student in their school, and he had been the first boy to actually talk to her like she was a human being and not a glass doll. All the other boys treated her like she was royalty, but not Puck. The first thing he had said to her was, "Your hair looks fake." She had went home crying that day, and when her mom had asked her why she was crying, she had told her mom that the new boy with the Mohawk had called her hair fake. She had hated his guts for that.
"In pre-school?" Quinn asks, and Puck laughs remembering that first day in pre-school.
"Well, yes that was the first time we saw each other… but I mean the first time we really met. When we actually talked."
Quinn thinks back, remembering the day perfectly like it was yesterday.
It's been nearly two weeks since the day Puck had told her that her hair looked fake. It was recess, and everyone was outside playing on the little playground. Their teachers had specifically told everyone to stay on the playground and to not go wandering around out in the trees, but Puck being Puck, had totally ignored the teachers' warning and went ahead through the trees, pretending he was a Pirate looking for buried treasures in the woods.
Quinn didn't mean to follow the rude Mohawked boy out into the woods, but she was always concerned about everyone, and she wanted to make sure that he didn't get lost since he was fairly new in school. She followed him until they were so deep into the woods, and she was beginning to fear that she doesn't even know the way back. Puck was a good three yards ahead of her, and she sees him stop abruptly in front of a little pond.
She hears a rustling in the bushes nearby, and she screams before running towards Puck. Puck whirled around, startled by her scream, and she tackles him to the ground. When Puck pulls away, he stares at her like she was crazy.
"What are you doing here?" he asks with narrowed eyes as they both jump up to their feet again.
Quinn fidgets with the ribbon on her little pink dress. "I—I was just—," she cuts herself off and stares with wide eyes at the bushes which were rustling again.
Puck's eyes follow the direction of hers and he watches curiously as the bushes continue to move and rustle. Quinn is about to scream again, and before she could open her mouth, Pucks hand clamps down over her mouth, shushing her. She twists away, but he only leans into her more, before she watches in amazement as a little puppy emerges from the bushes. Puck pulls his hand away from her mouth and starts laughing. Quinn blushes as Puck continues to laugh. He goes to pick up the puppy, carefully putting it over his chest.
Quinn smiled and slowly approached him. "Aww, it's so adorable." She says softly.
He smiles over at her and watches as Quinn slowly runs her fingers in the puppy's fur. "I think it likes you." Puck whispers and continued to watch in amazement as Quinn's fingers ran over the puppy's fur repeatedly. She giggles when the puppy licks her fingers, and Puck can't seem to understand why her face is so… pretty. He thinks he must be really tired because he doesn't think anything in this world is pretty. Except her.
He puts the puppy back down on the ground, and Quinn's brows furrow in concern. "Do you think it's going to be okay by itself?" She asks.
Puck doesn't say anything. He just stares at her as she continues to pet the little puppy.
"Maybe you can take it home with you if you want." Puck says, and Quinn immediately shakes her head. "No… Daddy will never allow it." She sees the confused look on Pucks face and elaborates.
"Daddy doesn't like having pets around the house."
Puck frowns, "Well, we can't leave it here… It'll starve and die alone in the dark."
Quinn's eyes widen in horror. "We can't let that happen." She says immediately. She feels terrible that she can't take it home with her, but it would probably be better off here than at her home when her dad finds it.
Puck looks deep in thought for a few moments before he finally picks up the puppy again. "I'll take it home with me then." He says, and Quinn beams.
"Really?" she asks joyfully.
Puck nods and looks down at the puppy. "What should we name it?" he asks curiously.
Quinn cocks her head to the side and stared at the little golden brown puppy. "Well, you should be the one to name it since you're the one who's taking it home with you."
Puck nods, "I'll call it Booger then." He says with a grin.
Quinn gasps and stares at him in horror. "You can't call such a beautiful animal, Booger." She says with wide eyes.
Puck looks at curiously, "Why not?"
"Because it doesn't look like a booger." She says flatly.
"Well… What do I call it then?" he asks.
Quinn thinks for a moment, as she continues to run her fingers through its dark brown fur. "Copper."
"Copper?" he asks confused.
Quinn nods, "Like its fur."
Puck looks at the puppy's fur and a tiny smile make its way up to his face. "Copper… I like it." He says, and Quinn beams happily.
Puck begins to walk away with the puppy still in his arms, but Quinn stops him. "Noah?"
Puck stops and looks back at her questioningly.
"Our secret?" she asks softly, hoping he'll let her see it again someday.
Puck looks down at the puppy in his arms. "Our secret." He smiles.
Quinn grins as she skips past him. "Quinn." He calls softly.
Quinn stops to look at him again as he shifts the little dog in his arms. "My friends call me Puck." He says shyly.
She can't control the huge smile that lights up her face at the mention of the word 'friends'.
"Well, we should go back, Puck."
Puck nods and follows her back to the school, a shy smile on his lips.
Quinn stared sadly at the pond as realization dawned on her. This was the exact same place where they had found Copper.
The little puppy had lived for a good two months before it suddenly died. Puck had said something about a skateboard, and a speeding car. He had showed up at school one day with a shoe box, and red-rimmed eyes. They waited for recess before sneaking away to bury the box under the bushes where they had found the puppy two months prior. Quinn had shed a few tears, and said a few words, while Puck only stared sadly at the ground, before they headed back to the school.
Quinn looked up at her husband, "You remembered that day?" she asks as tears sprung in her eyes.
Puck chuckles, "Of course… it was the first time you actually looked at me after my first day there." He says with a smirk.
Quinn glares playfully at him, "Can you blame me? You said my hair looked fake!"
Puck bursts out laughing and Quinn smacks his arm lightly.
"I'm—I'm sorry." He says between his laughs.
"No you're not." Quinn pouts.
Puck smiles as he pulled her tighter to his side, "I said it to get your attention." He whispers into her hair.
Quinn looks up into his eyes and smiled. "Well it worked." She whispers back.
Puck grinned, "Then I take my sorry back."
Quinn smiled and sighs as she stared at the single candle floating in the pond. "That day was one of my favorite days." She says.
Puck grinned and looked over at the bushes, where they had found Copper sixteen years ago, and buried him beneath two months later. "Me too." He gets up and pulls Quinn up with him, before leading her over towards the bushes. He stops a few feet away and points to it. Quinn wonders what he's doing until he speaks, "Look in the bushes."
Quinn stares at him, wondering why he would tell her to look in a bush, but staying silent as she curiously walks over to the bushes. She gets closer, and she sees a white box behind the bush. She looked back at her husband who nods at her to continue. When she gets closer, the box starts to move, and she nearly screams, but Puck's reassuring voice calms her. She carefully placed her hands over the box and gently removed the lid, before gasping.
Inside the box, sat a little brown puppy, with a red ribbon around its head.
Tears spring to Quinn's eyes as she leaned down and picked it up in her arms.
When she looks back at Puck, he's grinning widely at her, and she immediately runs to him, squealing in delight as she jumps into his waiting arms. "You got a puppy!" she squeals excitedly.
"A present for the best wife and best nurse in the world." He grins, and lets it widen when Quinn leans up on her toes to kiss him.
"What should we name it?" she asks as she runs her fingers through its fur.
Puck smirks and takes it from her, and putting it over his chest. "Booger."
Quinn laughed and smacked him playfully. "That is such a terrible name." she states matter-of-factly.
Puck smiled down at the little puppy licking his fingers. "Copper." He says softly, and Quinn feels the tears well up in her eyes. She had really liked that little puppy that they had found all those years ago.
"Copper," she whispers as she smiled down at the cute little furry puppy.
"Now you can take it home," Puck says and Quinn can't help but smile wider.
"We can take it home." She corrects.
The couple walks back to the bench, with little Copper. Quinn grins giddily as she takes it from Puck, and places the little puppy in her lap. She's so busy admiring the fluffy little dog that she doesn't notice Puck leaning back to look under the bench. He sits back up and nudges Quinn's elbow.
When she glanced back at him, he's grinning at her, and holding a little black box in his hands.
Quinn blinks at it. "What is it?" she asks.
"Well, you'd have to open it to find out." Puck chuckles.
Quinn looked up at him with a shy smile, "Babe, you didn't have to get me anything else. This night is so perfect, and I don't want anything else." She says softly, but Puck was already shaking his head.
"Nonsense baby, you are my wife, and this is our first anniversary, and it's in the job description of a husband, to make sure that his wife gets all the perfect things in the world."
"So now it's a job to be married to me?" she asks with a raised eyebrow.
Puck snorts, "Well, it just so happens that this is the best job in the entire world… and I'd never resign or quit it… as long as I live."
Quinn can't help but giggle at Puck's romantic lines. "Well, for the record," she murmurs as she leans forward towards his ear. "You don't ever have to worry about getting fired."
Puck laughs and turns his head to place a quick kiss against Quinn's cheek before whispering into her ear, "Employee of the year?"
Quinn practically purred from the heat of his lips against her cheek. "Permanent employee." She says huskily.
Puck chuckles and pulled away before holding up the little box in his hand. "Employer's gift." He winks saucily.
Quinn grinned and gently handed Copper to Puck, before taking the little black box in her hands. She has trouble opening the little box, but when she manages, she can't help gasping softly, and the tears that overflow in her eyes at the sight. "It's beautiful." She breathes as she stares at the little pendant hanging from the gold chain. A cute heart-shaped pendant, with P&Q engraved beautifully in the middle.
"Forever." Puck whispers softly, and Quinn completely forgets that he's holding the puppy as she launches herself into his arms and kisses him with all the love that she feels in her heart. Puck didn't even remember spending nearly the entire morning looking for a puppy that looks exactly like the one that he and Quinn had found all those years ago, as he drops it off his lap. Neither one of them even hearing the little puppy emit a tiny woof. Everything just disappeared around them, and the entire world consisted of only them.
When air became an issue, they broke apart, each flushed from the lack of air, and each sporting huge smiles on their faces. "Happy Anniversary, Quinn." Puck whispers as Quinn picks up the puppy tugging at the end of Puck's pants.
Quinn grinned at her husband of exactly one year, loving each and every moment that she gets to be his wife. "Happy Anniversary, Puck." She says and leans over to place another kiss on her husband's lips.
-PQ-
-The Morning After
Puck got out of bed and slowly made his way to the bathroom. His wife was still sleeping soundly, and he couldn't blame her if she's still tired. They had barely slept the night before, due to…Uhmm—activities and other things that they had to attend to. Activities which required his unique stamina, endurance, and pretty much everything that could be considered a piece of furniture in their bedroom. Puck was absolutely grateful that Copper hadn't bothered them at all last night, but that might've been because it's sleeping in the garage. When he comes back from taking a leak, just ready to go back to sleep for another hour or so, he stops in his tracks when he looks over at the bed to see his wife, scratching her arms profusely and turning from side to side, trying to get comfortable.
Puck doesn't want to jump to any conclusions, but when he crosses the bedroom and puts the back of his hand against Quinn's forehead, his heart nearly stops when he feels how hot it is. And not in that, 'Damn she fine!' kind of hot, even though his wife is surely the finest thing to ever walk the face of this earth. No. Her forehead was heating up like an open oven, and his heart falters slightly.
Quinn's eyes flutter open and she gives her husband a weak smile. She feels like her body is on fire, but she's also cold at the same time, and her skin was itching like crazy.
"Babe," Puck says worriedly.
Quinn looks at him curiously and turns to her side to face him properly.
"I think you're sick." He whispers like it's a big secret.
Quinn's eyebrows furrow in confusion. "No, I'm not."
Puck looks down at the little red spots on her arms. "I think you are." He whispers again.
"How do you know that?" Quinn says as she tries to sit up, but only manages to make her muscles ache.
Puck picks her hand up in his and kissed it gently before putting it up in front of her face for her to see it herself.
Quinn gasped in horror. "Impossible." She whispers.
Puck sat down by her hip and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
"It's okay, baby, I've had chickenpox before, and it's not all that bad… I'll take care of you, and you'll be fine in no time." He's not exactly lying because he did have chickenpox… he just left out the part about him having it when he was one year old, and he remembers absolutely nothing about it.
Quinn can't help but smile at her husband's sweetness, even if she feels like crap. A thought strikes her, and a mischievous grin makes its way up to her face. "You going to be my personal naughty nurse?" she asks flirtatiously.
Puck groans but nods obediently. "Of course, babe… anything for my beautiful wife."
Quinn giggled before groaning when she felt that familiar itch run along her arms.
Puck pulls her hands away before she can manage to start scratching. "You better get into those scrubs now, naughty nurse," Quinn states as she tries to ignore the itch. "Cause I might just need you to do something for me."
Puck grins but gets up to start being his wife's personal nurse. After all, it's in the job description of the best job in the world… What the boss wants, the boss shall get.
The End.
-PQ-
Author's Note: YAY! I'm finally done with this particular story! I know I tend to add a lot of parts that don't even make sense, but I just can't help the way these stories end up. It's like it has a mind of its own! But anyway, I might add a sequel to this story, where Puck is the nurse, and Quinn is the sick one. haha! That should be fun and hilarious. Puck in scrubs is quite an image. But that's only a maybe… so Thank you for reading, and please review if you have time. Also, big thanks to those who have already reviewed. I really really appreciate it. And also, if you want to see a sequel, let me know… I'll definitely consider your opinions. In the meantime, I'll be working on my other stories, so I really hope you all have a great week! Love you all for reading this.
-Sux2budude