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Puck rolled over and checked his phone that was on the bedside table. He had a missed call from Tony. Deciding it was too early to deal with his crap, he sat up in his bed and rubbed a hefty hand over his face. He finally stood and adjusted his sweatpants so it was sitting straight. Making his way to the bathroom he heard his phone ring again. He walked over to check who it was and it was Tony.
"Yeah?" He answered.
"Um, I'm sorry. For being such a loser." Tony said on the other line, getting straight to the point.
"Is that all?"
"Um, yeah. I guess."
Click.
Puck really didn't have time for anyone's crap right now. He needed to not associate himself with them anymore. Admittedly, the thought broke his heart, but his mom won't change. His brother is a sad excuse for… well, anything, and he just wanted to move on. After he hung up on Tony, he walked back to the bathroom to get ready for the day. Puck ate breakfast, and kissed his grandmother on the forehead before walking over to Mercedes' house. His heart was pounding, as it had been since the day he realized he was in love with her. He walked up to the screen door and peeped inside. It was quiet so he let himself in, and thats when he heard singing coming from upstairs. Mercedes' singing.
He leaned against her door frame once he reached her room, with a slight amused smiled gracing his lips. She was in booty shorts, her hair in a messy bun, and she was singing into her hairbrush. Puck chuckled softly as he crossed his arms and brought in his lips. Her back was facing him, and he enjoyed the view, licking his lips every now and again thinking how much he wanted Mercedes, and naming all the things he would do to finally have that honor of showing her his love. His list included, but not limited to: doing never ending suicide drills, crying in front of Megan Fox, being her slave-the type of slave, would be her choice. His thoughts were interrupted as she belted the last note of "Titanium" accompanied by a cute little shimmy that made Puck swallow hard. When she was done with that note, he clapped and she jumped.
"Brava." He said, walking into her room. She turned to face him with her hand over her heart.
"Puckerman! How long have you been standing there?" He walked up to her with a cocky smirk.
"Long enough to see that sexy little body roll." He said, circling her with his arms. She looked down and feigned annoyance. "Oh don't be like that." He said, kissing her forehead.
"Don't you knock?" She scowled at him, and he chuckled. She was embarrassed, and he could see the faint red in her cheeks.
"Nope." He said, unashamed.
"So rude." She said, her arms were resting on her sides, and Puck gently grabbed her face to kiss her on the lips. Her mouth tasted like pancakes, and he widened his eyes pulling away from the kiss. He was pleased when he saw the frustrated look that was on her face from his actions.
"You holding out on me, hot mama?" He asked and she quirked her eyebrow.
"What are you talking about?" She asked, and he shook his head.
"You taste like pancakes." He pointed out, and she shrugged.
"My mom made some before she left this morning."
"And you didn't save me any?" He pouted, and she cupped his cheek.
"Aw, my poor baby." She teased, and he felt his heart warm. He wouldn't give her up for the world.
"Now you know you gotta make me more." He said matter-of-factly as he smiled goofily at her.
"Actually, we have some in the micro-" Before she could even finish her sentence, Puck picked her up so that her legs were straddling him and he ran with her downstairs to get said pancakes. She was giggling like a crazy person, and he put her down on the counter. He was smiling at her as he turned to retrieve his pancakes. His back was facing her as he was putting his food on a separate plate so he could heat them up when he felt something, or rather someone, pinch his ass. He looked behind him to see a shy Mercedes with her hands behind her back, looking at him innocently.
"What are you doing?" He asked with a smile on his lips, and she shrugged.
"Dunno what you're talking about." He rose an eyebrow at her, tending back to his food. When he started the microwave, he felt her run her fingers up his back under his shirt, and it was turning him on a bit, a lot of bit actually. The light scratching she was doing on his back was completely addicting. He felt her press her front against his back as her hands made its soft journey to his front. Her fingers running over his abs.
"Me-Mercedes." He said. Her touch was driving him wild, and he was now bracing himself over the counter. No other girl has ever made him weak like that, and here she was with her light touches making him cave to her.
"Hmm?" She responded. And that was it, he couldn't take it anymore, he turned around and kissed her, ignoring the beeping of the microwave. She was lightly scratching his back again as he lifted her up to bring her onto the counter again so he didn't have to bend so low. Once there she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in closer. He broke the kiss to make his journey down her neck and shoulder, then making its way back up. His hands were roaming her sides, thighs, and back. He wanted to feel her beasts, but he didn't want to push his luck. Her hands were leaving soft touches everywhere, and when one finally rested on the back of his neck to tug at the slightly growing hairs of his mohawk, he knew he'd do anything it would take to have more. He grabbed the back of her head with one strong hand, her falling bun scrunched in his palm and fingers while the other one moved under her shirt to touch her over the bra. He'd take it one step at a time. Something alerted him to stop. He didn't want to, but he had to, this was Mercedes and she deserved more. Reluctantly he pulled away, and the little follow she did with her face was hot as hell.
"Mercedes, what are you doing?" He said, bringing his lucky hand out from under her shirt, as she did hers.
"Kissing you." She said so innocently, and he knew it wasn't an act.
"I'm sorry baby, but you were doing more than that. You were driving me insane over here. If we don't stop, I'd have to take you back upstairs." He said, resting his forehead on hers, as realization hit her face.
"Oh sorry." She said, and he laughed.
"Don't be." He answered, moving the hair from her face and kissing her lips as lightly as he could muster without losing it again. He pulled away and tended to his pancakes again. He grabbed the syrup from the refrigerator and walked over to the table with Mercedes following him.
"So what were you gonna do today?" She asked and he looked at her. She was so hot right now. Her lips were kiss swollen, and her hair was disheveled. Honestly, it look like she just had sex, and the fact that she was oblivious to any of this, with the innocent look on her face, and the lightness of her tone, it turned him on even more. He chuckled and reached out a hand to fix her hair, so it was less distracting.
"Well, I don't know. I don't have anything to do, and its kind of ugly weather to be cleaning pools, so I'm not booked." He shrugged as he continued to fix her hair.
"Oh, wanna go shopping?" She asked and he grimaced. Both at the question, and the fact that her hair still had that post sex look. He dropped his arm and went to eating his food.
"Um, honestly? Not really, but if we get to hang out, I guess thats fine." He answered honestly, and she chuckled.
"Wow, you really do like me." She teased and he gave her a fat smile.
"'Tis is true." He said triumphantly before going back to his pancakes. He looked back at her smiling face, and he felt complete.
Puck held Mercedes' hand as they made it from one dreadful store to another. She didn't buy much, and that was the worse part! Spending longer-than-necessary time in the shops and she ended up only buying a thing or two, sometimes, she walked out empty handed. But every time she looked back at him with a smile, or asked his opinion on something, it made it all worth the while. He was turning into something similar to soft, then a thought occurred to him.
"You know I'm not Kurt." He rose an eyebrow at his girlfriend when she held up a dress that had some kind of ruffly end that he personally didn't like, but she said was cute.
"I know, I'm sorry." She said putting it back, and to his relief they walked out of the store. He was holding her bags in one hand and her hand in his other one.
"Want to go out to dinner tonight?" He blurted, "Plus I know we have kind of a lot to talk about." He said, making patterns with his thumb on the back of her hand.
"I'd love that." She said looking up at him.
"Good." He smirked at her, and when he looked forward, his smirk disappeared. Artie was wheeling toward them. He guessed Mercedes saw him, too, because her felt her stiffen.
Great." She muttered. Artie was looking at them with his arms crossed. If looks could kill, Puck would've been dead. The only reason he refrained from doing anything to this kid was because Mercedes loved him for some reason, but if he continued to act like a punk, Puck couldn't guarantee that Mercedes' love for him would save him.
They continued walking toward his direction, and when they were close enough, he wheeled himself in front of Mercedes, forcing them to stop.
"Mercedes." He nodded at her, and Puck squeezed her hand. He didn't like four eyes, not one bit. "Punk." He nodded at Puck, and Puck was taken aback at the name.
"What do you want, Artie?" Mercedes said, squeezing Puck's hand to hold him back.
"Nothing, so you guys are a thing now? Awesome." He said sarcastically. Puck really wanted to punch him in the face. All that crap he was telling Mercedes about needing to talk to Artie and make things right left his brain.
"Yeah, actually, we are. You got a problem, Abrams?" Puck watched as Artie's eyes widened, and Puck realized that was the first time he actually spoke to the kid.
"You act like I wasn't bound to talk to you sometimes soon. Talk to me the way you want, look at me the way you want, but I am sick of you talking to Mercedes like this, and I'm sick of you talking about me like I'm not here." Puck said, stepping closer to Artie, but Mercedes was held him back.
"C'mon Mercedes, we don't have time for this." He said, gently pulling Mercedes toward him so he could put his arm around her shoulders as they walked away from Artie.
Once they made it to the car, Mercedes started to cry. He looked over at her when he heard her sniffling. He reached out to touch her cheek.
"I'm sorry." He said, and she shook her head, leaning into his touch.
"No, I just, I don't know where I went wrong as a friend." She said, looking into his eyes, and he nearly broke.
"You didn't go wrong, Artie is just being an asshole right now. Maybe he thinks this is the way he can protect you. Maybe he thinks if he's a big enough asshole at the idea of us, that you'll open your eyes and you'll see what he does." He said sadly.
"Hey." Mercedes said, catching up on his mood. "You're a great boyfriend. This isn't your fault. This is his! He's so narrow-minded." Puck nodded at bit, not believing her, and she sighed.
"When are you gonna see yourself through my eyes?" She asked, caressing his cheek, he looked at her and smiled.
"As soon as I truly believe that you're completely mine." He answered honestly. He couldn't believe how much he's lucked out with her. He watched as she looked down with a shy smile, and he gently caressed her soft cheek once with the back of his hand before he drove back to her house.
Puck was nervous. This was actually happening right now. He was going to take Mercedes out for dinner. He just hoped it would go alright. They had a lot to talk about. Sure they were together now, but they still had so much years of "asshole" build up, that it was about time he sat down with her and really apologized. He threw on a tight long sleeved charcoal gray shirt and jeans. His mohawk was cut close to his head and he was looking pretty slick. He slapped on some cologne and made his way to Mercedes' house. He knocked on the door and was pleased to see Momma Jones standing there.
"Hello, momma Jones." He said charmingly as she invited him in, and she kissed him on the cheek.
"Don't you look handsome?" She asked as she held him away at arm's length, admiring the young man he'd become. "Mercedes should be down soon!" She said as she grabbed her camera. Just then he heard her coming down the stairs. He looked up and saw her. She was in a cute dress. It was a deep purple color that looked great against her skin, with gold flats that matched the purple perfectly. Her hair was curled and pinned up on one side. He had a flash back to her on Valentine's day last year when she went with Artie. If he was slack jawed then, it didn't have anything on the face he had on now. Not even during her prom did he experience the same leap in his chest like it did now. Puck looked at her face and he literally felt like his breath had evaporated in his lungs: She literally took his breath away.
He walked over to the last step and grabbed her hand. After she kissed her mother goodbye, and of course some pictures, they set off to their date.
He had to constantly wipe his hands on his jeans as he drove. He was about to wipe them again when she grabbed his hand.
"Whats the matter, babe?" She asked and he grabbed her hand back, lacing their fingers together.
"I'm just nervous." He admitted then slammed his mouth shut. What a girl he thought about himself. He looked at her when she chuckled.
"Me, too." She answered, as she brought the back of his hand up to her lips to kiss it. He couldn't help but look at her like she was the only girl in the world, because honestly? She was. He literally only saw her. When she was done, he rose their joined hands again to rub her cheek with the back of his hand. She looked so relaxed.
"I feel like you're lying." He teased and she gave him a playful side eye.
"Well, I'm not." She said to him and he chuckled as he parked the car and helped her out.
"Nice." She said as she got out. It was a nice little restaurant with dim lighting. At least it wasn't Breadstix. Puck smirked at her comment.
"Glad you like it." He said, looping her arm through his.
They went to the hostess stand and was seated right away, once they were settled and ordered their drinks, Puck couldn't help but stare at Mercedes. He always did, but this was their first official date, and nothing was going to stop him from taking in this moment. She was reading her menu intently, and the way her lips slightly parted had Puck thinking of their make out session earlier that day. He was watching the way her hair fell and the way her hand pushed back her hair on one side. He was so mesmerized in the way she moved that he was a bit startled when she spoke up.
"I don't know what I want." She said, looking up at him. He quickly tried to brush off his moment of bewilderment at her sudden statement, but it was too late, she already saw him.
"What were you doing?" She asked with a mischievous grin. "Were you staring at me?" She teased and it took everything in him not to kiss her now.
"And if I was?" He said once he recovered, and he watched as she ducked her head.
"Was there something on my face?" She asked and he chuckled.
"You mean besides beauty?" He blurted.
"Oh, stop." She said, reaching over the table to grab his hand, which he moved closer to her. Once their hands made contact, he laced their fingers together. He so wanted to blurt out the three little words thats been on his mind a lot lately, but he didn't want to scare her off. It didn't seem so soon though, they knew each other for almost their whole lives, it would be acceptable to say, right?
"Mm, nah." He said as he smiled at her. Without unhooking their fingers he opened the menu. A few minutes later the waitress came with their drinks and asked them what they wanted. While they ordered, they let go of each other's hand. After she was gone, he looked at Mercedes who was already smiling at him.
"What?" He asked, a bit thrown off by the look on her face.
"Nothing." She said, but she looked thoughtful. He gave her a look that said 'Stop trippin' and she sighed thn tried again.
"I'm just thinking about how far we've come." She said, and he nodded. Thats partly why he wanted to take her out tonight.
"I know what you mean. Mercedes," He said, reaching for her hand again, "I'm so sorry for the way I acted a lot of the time. I was an asshole to you and we always did this tango that I'm not proud of." He said, slightly hanging his head.
"I already forgave you, but I have to know…. why?" She looked at him with earnest eyes, and he sighed.
"I was trying to deny my feelings for you. Over time, it turned into something unbearable. I started thinking about you more than I would about anything else. I would hear you sing and completely evaporate. I was trying to stay away, because honestly, you deserve more than me." He answered honestly. He felt her squeeze his hand and he looked up at her slightly watered eyes.
"I knew you had some issues, Puckerman, but so did I. The way I acted a lot of the time didn't help anything. And I can't deny the man you are today. You are so kind, and mature, and I can't find another man suitable for me, than you." She said, and his heart soared. It meant so much to him for her to say that.
"Really?" He needed this to be true. If she thought he was of worth, then he must be.
"Yes I do." She said. The food arrived a few moments later and they started eating. It was an italian restaurant and the food tasted amazing.
"Mmm." He heard Mercedes say after she took a bite of her food and he looked at her.
"I want to try." He said as he widened his mouth so she could feed him. She giggled at his actions and gave him a piece of her chicken parmesan. "Wow." He said.
"I know!" She replied, grabbing another fork full of pasta.
"I was also concerned about you. I didn't want you to get involved with me because I always manage to screw things up. And, I wasn't sure if you were attracted to me." He admitted as he looked down at his own food. Thinking back to all those times he'd try to swoon her and it didn't work. He felt her touch his hand again and he gripped it.
"Noah, I am extremely attracted to you." She said with a smile, "And if you keep looking to screw things up, then that might just happen. But I have more faith in you than that, in us." She said. There were a lot of insecurities between the both of them. He was secure in the fact that he loves her, but honestly, everything else was up in the air. They still had a long way to go.
"Thanks Mercedes. We have a long way to go, though. The two of us." He watched as her face fell a bit.
"I know." She muttered, and he reached over to caress her face. "But I'm willing to work through it because I have faith in us, too." He admitted and smiled when she lightly kissed his palm.
"Okay." She said with a smile. Puck felt better after their talk. This was the first time they talked about their feelings without it resulting in a fight. Honestly, for a while there, fighting and arguing with her was all he knew. He'd see her and he'd automatically become defensive. Or he'd try to talk to her and her guard would be up, causing the both of them to have swifts mouths. He was glad it wasn't like that anymore, but he's not stupid, he knew things never changed overnight. For now though, he was enjoying this new relationship with Mercedes.
After they were done eating, they went walking along the lake. The water was so nice and calm, and the way the moon was reflecting off the water made the mood even more romantic. He felt her making patterns on the back of his hand with her thumb and he pulled her in so that his arm was over her shoulders. They didn't say much aside from a few memories seeping through their minds. One memory came up when they went almost skinny dipping at the beach in New York all those years ago. Puck looked forward as he remembered that. The night they went swimming was a pretty bright night actually. The moon was almost full but he convinced Mercedes he couldn't see anything, even though he could a little bit. He still remembers the matching pink undies that she swam in. That was probably one of the most carefree nights he'd ever had. He remembered the blush that graced his face as she was taking off her shirt, and he, his. They didn't do anything but swim, obviously, and he remembers those curves. He loved what he saw then, and now that she was grown, he was pretty excited to see them now.
"You do know I was checking you out, right?" He asked as he peeked down at her. She hit him on the stomach and he grabbed it in pain. He huffed out a laugh, but he wasn't mad because he doesn't blame her for hitting him.
"You told me you couldn't see anything!" She exclaimed as she shelved her face in his chest. He didn't know if he could love her more in that moment. Her bashfulness was really adorable.
"What? I tried not to look, but I couldn't help it!" He said as he rubbed her side. "So hot." He reminisced, and she giggled nervously.
"I was checking you out, too." She said as she looked up at him through her lashes. He smirked proudly as they walked along the water. He'd been wanting to tell her he loved her, that she meant more to him than anything in the world, but the words were stuck in his throat. She rested her head against his shoulder and he just didn't want to let her go.
After giving her a kiss on her temple, they made their way to the car where they made out like the teenagers they were. They were in the back seat with Puck half laying on Mercedes. Her leg was hitched around his waist, and his fingers were in her hair. He couldn't get enough of Mercedes' lips and shoulders. She was an amazing girl. He wanted to take it further and when she adjusted her hips to get more comfortable, Puck couldn't help but noticed he was lined up with her opening. Seriously he could feel the heat through the thin leggings so wore and he moaned as he sucked her neck. Her hands were lightly raking his back and he couldn't help the involuntary thrust he did. When he did he heard her moan and pull him in closer. It shocked him and made him even more horny all at once.
"Mercedes.." He mumbled against her skin, and she responded with a hum. He pulled his face away from her as he looked from her kissed-swollen lips then back to her eyes. "I have to tell you something." He said. He couldn't keep it in anymore.
"Yes?" She said, her eyes half glazed over, and the rhythm of her hips were starting to pick up, making it hard for him to concentrate.
"Baby, hold on." He said, gripping her shoulders. He realized that wouldn't do anything, but he needed to grab onto something.
"Okay." She said, slowly stopping.
"Mercedes, I love you." He said looking in her eyes. He watched as they widened then went back to their normal size, a small, content smile formed on the lips he loved so much. She pulled him in for another breathtaking kiss, and she started moving under him again. After a few moments of moans, grunts, and grinding, he somehow had a coherent thought and knew if they didn't stop, he'd take her virginity because Puck was becoming hard to the point where he was throbbing and shaking, but stopped anyway. He had more respect for her than taking her away on the back seat of his car in the middle of a parking lot.
"Mercedes, you feel amazing, and if we don't stop, I'm going to take you right here, right now." He said looking at her seriously. She nodded as she stilled her hips. He had a moment of relief when she did because he wouldn't be the one to really stop. If she continued, he probably would've, too. After his heart stilled, and one more kiss to her lips he reluctantly pulled himself off of her. He got out of the car and adjusted his pants so his member wasn't showing too much. Thats when he noticed the windows were fogged. If anyone told him he'd be making out with Mercedes Jones in the back seat of his car while the windows fogged three months ago, he probably wouldn't have believed them, he'd hope, but he wouldn't believe them. But he was there with her and the chill of the night proved this was all real. He helped her up and walked her to her car door.
"My lady." He said, opening the door for her. She looked at him lovingly before she ducked into his car. Puck quickly shut the door and ran on his side. They were quiet for a few moments as he drove before she grabbed his hand in both of hers.
"I love you, too." Mercedes said, and Puck quickly looked over at her. She laughed at his expression.
"You act like thats such a shock." She giggled and he chuckled.
"I am. I'm trying to figure out how I got so lucky." He said bringing up her hands to kiss. If this was a dream, he never want to wake up again.
A/N FLUFF FOR YOU, AND YOU AND YOU! AND YOU, TOO. Thanks guys for still reading this even if I've been seriously slacking on the updates