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San: I loved the mohawk when I was sixteen. I like men with actual hair now.
Puck: Well it's a good thing my mohawk is in retirement...passed down to the next gen.
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Text || Pucktana
San: I loved the mohawk when I was sixteen. I like men with actual hair now.
Puck: Well it's a good thing my mohawk is in retirement...passed down to the next gen.
Text || Pucktana
San: I'm judging you
Puck: Tell me something I don't know.
Puck: I don't hear you denying it.
Text || Pucktana
San: I can't believe you convinced him it's cool
Puck: Uh...because it is? I remember you diggin' the 'hawk once upon a time.
Sunday funday || Pucktana
Who: Santana and Puck (and some Mateo and Francine) Where: Francine’s house, Santana’s house Summary: Puck and Santana awkwardly meet up for Sunday Dinner, leading to them discussing the tension between them. Then oops, they sleep together. All night. Smut ahead!
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Text || Pucktana
San: Because I liked a Mohawk when I was 16. I don't want my son having one, looking insane
Puck: But he doesn't look insane. He looks like a little badass.
Puck: At least give it a couple days. If you really fuckin hate it then do whatever you want. You'll be the one dealing with his temper then.
Text || Pucktana
San: I'm shaving it off.
Puck: What?! No! Why??
Text || Pucktana
San: I swear to god if you correct me when I'm angry I'm gonna murder you
San: you should've given him a NORMAL haircut! What the fuck!!
Puck: You'd have been part of Orange is the New Black a long time ago if that was the case, babe.
Puck: Normal shnormal. Besides, I rocked 'hawk when I was around his age. Call it a family tradition...
Text || Pucktana
San: YOU GAVE MY CHILD A MOHAWK?!
Puck: Our child...
Puck: And he looks badass! He loves it. After the 6th person told me I have a beautiful daughter, I knew it was time.
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Bubba lookin fresh without that mop on his head. #likefatherlikeson #Bubba #parentingskillzonpoint
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Passin on the Puckerman skillz. Photo cred to @santanasnaps #thepuckermanmen #Bubba #timeforahaircut
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Batman’s biggest fan. #bubba #Sundaysleepover
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It’s never too cold for ice cream! #cookiesncream #thepuckermanmen #bubba #fizzywhips
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Feast for two. #leftoversftw #paperlantern
Text || Pucktana
Santana: Okay.
Puck: Okay.
Puck: Goodnight, Santana.
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Text || Pucktana
Santana: I'm not trying to cut you out of MY life. I just don't want it to be like this between us. Constantly fighting, accusing each other of stuff. I'd rather we just breathe and make our son the priority.
Puck: I know. Which is what I'm trying to do...make Mateo my priority. I don't want to fight with you anymore and I sure as hell don't want Mateo to see us fighting like this. So I'll try to keep myself in check.
Text || Pucktana
Santana: God, I just was so stupid.
Santana: Finn is my best friend and I know he's just looking out for me. He also knows that nothing he says to me is going to change my mind. He knew how badly I wanted you there with me, he held me through a lot. He wants you to be sure because when we thought you were a sure thing, you left. He's just scared for me. He knows I'm in love with you and he doesn't want me hurt again when my judgement is clouded by you being Mateo's dad.
Santana: I was***
Santana: so Sunday's for Sunday dinner, and Tuesday's for my other evening appointment. Then any shoot I have to do.
Puck: I'm sure, Santana. But I guess that means dick to you given our history, so the best I can do is stay and be here for Mateo. And I'll try to stay out of your life as much as possible when it doesn't pertain to our son.
Puck: Sundays and Tuesdays. Got it. Don't worry about coming by tonight then. Tell Mateo I'll see him tomorrow.