Lights Go Down

Hi, I'm Marley Rose and if you're reading this - I guess you've found my blog. I'm originally from Hudson and am now a student a Boston University. I've read The Hunger Games series more times than I like to admit and I adore any movie staring Julie Andrews. Anything else you would like to know, feel free to ask :)

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IF YOU'RE WONDERING IF I WANT YOU TO→ Puckerose.

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The movies made saying all someone felt seem so easy. When it seemed hard, it was easy in comparison to the real deal. Why? Because once the words were out, things couldn’t get paused. There wasn’t a way to distract from the conversation like there was with movies. What was happening, what did happen, wasn’t able to be turned off and forgotten about. They were words now hanging in the air, all of which he had said to her, and that was what reality was. Of course, the movies never could fully explain how it felt for the one opening their heart up. They never put in to detail how empty someone felt when all they had to say was out there now. What made it worthy to explain was that it wasn’t a bad feeling of emptiness, it was satisfying. It was relieving. It felt right. Whatever Marley Rose said to him after this moment, Puck would always be able to carry along the knowledge he had been honest with her. Whether that would be something he loved, or hated, was going to be completely determined by whatever she said next.

An apology was hardly the first thing expected to come. Then again, he didn’t have much of an expectation for anything beyond finding Marley in the first place. Anything she said could have caused him to react in such a way. Puck wasn’t aware of that, however. He tried to hold out and wait for it, wanting her to say all she had. He wanted her to have that same empty feeling he had, as strange as it sounded. With her, he wanted to know all she had to say. Even the bad, and especially the good. Whatever she had to say should be heard, she was important to the world in that way. At least in his world. Puck’s gaze did not dwindle away from her, his emotions did not falter— he kept it together until the end of her words. Perhaps it wasn’t so much that he knew she was done speaking when she said she missed him, but rather he needed the pause. He was still stuck on all she had confessed that he was a few words behind. To her, she was only going to see his smile breaking out slowly but surely, and not the gears that were turning in his mind. More importantly, his heart. He’d have to think about what was listed later, for now, his focus was that Marley was still there and wanting to be there, “I missed you, too, Little Foot.” Puck was blissfully unaware of how unconventional of a nickname it was to be used as a term of endearment. He didn’t have a lot of experience giving them to anyone, babe and baby aside. As unusual as it was, it matched the girl that went to it because both of them were different. 

As soon as he had replied to her, someone yelled Kiss her and move on! from behind them. The sentence had clearly gotten to Puck as his smile changed to annoyance. He had already yelled and it did nothing, which made his mind think of the next possible tactic to get the crowd to shut up. The boy was certainly going to need to work on getting his mind to speed up in most situations on the account of his lips were pressed on Marley’s before he knew it. The first time that happened, it made sense due to her kissing him. Now he didn’t have that excuse, yet he didn’t enjoy it any less. If possible, now he could enjoy it more. It was an action they could both share with the knowledge the other wouldn’t pull away out of confusion or disgust. There was a mutual… something between them that allowed them this pleasure life had to offer.

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Marley had to chuckle softly at Pucks nickname for her, once that seemed to stick and felt oddly appropriate considering the moment they were in. Marley didn't even have time to react to the random person heckling them from the crowd before Puck's lips were on hers -  this time him initiating it and her simply melting against him instead of pulling away. There was no time to think or over analyze, but she was sure if she did - if she did have the the power to slow things down and over think every single milli-second, she wouldn't change a single thing. She wouldn't hide or run or change her mind. Because this moment, this heart racing, breathless, exhilarating moment couldn't be turned into something negative. It was just too sweet, the kind of moment Marley fawned over in all of her favorite movies - except it was her in the main role. 

What probably should have been a simple kiss didn't take long to escalate when Marley moved in closer to wrap her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss and forgetting all about the crowd of strangers - and probably faculty that were watching. In the future she'd probably blush just thinking about her brashness but right now it didn't matter - because it was her and Puck, standing in the cold, finally showing each other how much they cared. How they weren't friends. How friends wasn't even in their vocabulary right now. It was so much more. 

It was only when Marley felt a hand jerking her back that she realized where she was. Opening her eyes, she turned just in time to see the last person she wanted to see right now. Jake, "What the hell is this?" he asked, and her stomach churned. It was bad enough he just ruined what was hands down the best moments she had in weeks - but now he was making a scene, in front of an audience. She honestly couldn't blame Puck if he already wanted to get off the drama train he had clearly just boarded. She turned and looked at Puck apologetically before addressing Jake, "This is none of your business." she stated firmly, shrugging him off of her shoulder.

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IF YOU'RE WONDERING IF I WANT YOU TO→ Puckerose.

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.tgipuck:

Puck was more than relieved to of been able to find the girl. The place wasn’t that small, and more so, there were shifts which meant it could have been easier than he even knew for them to miss each other. But there was luck or something in Noah Puckerman’s corner for this moment. He wasn’t going to let that go to waste. He had always been an all or nothing kind of guy, and he wasn’t so keen on the nothing part of things right now. He wanted all with her, and he had to hope giving his all would have Marley want the same. Once he was log enough, he slowed up until he was right there in front of her, breath slightly labored since he had run from home to here. Not that he regretted it even slightly, “I came here to talk to you.” He started off, the frosty air showing how much breath he needed to catch as he was exhaling, but he wasn’t going to stop because of needing air. This was far more important.

"Look, Marley, I get you want to just keep things simple and be friends, but you can’t tell me we’re being friends right now," he tried to get his mind and heart to catch up with each other and it wasn’t the easiest of tasks. Mainly as they had never agreed with each other in most cases— there was a first for everything though, "and maybe we weren’t friends to start with. I don’t mean it like we didn’t have something, I mean it’s more than people have than they do with their friends. We’ve got more than that, and it’s a good thing. It’ll stay a good thing, I swear that-" Just then someone yelled hurry up behind Puck and he turned around, "I’m pouring my heart out here, if you wanna get a kiss go ask your mom," He yelled back, not even sure who yelled it but it couldn’t help to warn everyone else to shut up. Hopefully it worked, but now he lost his place, and as he turned around he had to start back from somewhere else, "I get your scared, Rose. Believe me, I am, too. But I’d rather be scared outta my freaking mind with you, than be going on living life feeling like crap without you. I’m not asking you to save me or something like that, but I know we can be good for each other. Don’t ask me how I know, I just do."

Marley stood, frozen in her spot on the platform, watching Pucks chest heave up and down. The air was icy and she could see his breath barely escape his lips before his lungs craved more. This was the closest they had stood to each other since the day in the fitness rec and she had missed it. Seeing him. His voice, The way she watched his eyes search for the words he wanted to say. So she stood there in silence and let him speak - she let him get everything off his chest. It was a surprise to say the least, never in a million years she would have Noah Puckerman of all people, standing in front of an audience, professing his feelings for her. If she could do it ever so subtly pinch herself so that no one would notice - she would have.

Puck definitely had a point, Marley had made a point to befriend who she could on campus, but ever since their kiss - she had avoided Puck like the plague and she knew the reason. Friends wasn't an option. Not when he put her stomach in knots. Not when he set her skin on fire with a look. Not when he was in the position to piece her together or tear her apart. Not when he excited her and terrified her at the same time. As if reading her mind, he mentioned fear and she was genuinely taking aback when he admitted he was scared to. How could she of all people intimidate him? Before she knew it, he was finished and it was her turn to speak - problem was she had no idea what to say -  what to do. She just had to speak her mind, and follow her instincts and hope they don't lead her astray once again.

"I'm sorry for running out on you." she began, knowing in the scheme of thing it seemed a little late but she had to say it. "I should have stayed and talked through things with you. I kind of panicked, I guess." she shrugged a little, not blowing off the action but to express her confusion in her own actions. "I am scared. I'm scared of you, of how you make me feel. Last time I felt this way, I lost track of who I was. I wasn't me. I've spent the past few months getting back to that, finding myself again. The girl who didn't hold onto the past, who doesn't hold on to the hurt. The girl who laughs and sings and loves things wholeheartedly. The girl with passion in her life." swallowing hard, she looked down at her hands for a moment to gather her thoughts. Huge mistake. It was easier the forget the audience when she had Puck's searching eyes gazing into hers. "What I realized after I spend weeks without you around was... you helped me do those things again. And I've really missed that. I've really missed you, Puck."

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IF YOU'RE WONDERING IF I WANT YOU TO→ Puckerose.

It had a couple weeks since the last time Noah Puckerman got to talk to Marley Rose. Since then, it would have been hard to tell that they even knew each other. It wasn’t from a lack of trying, if anything, it was all from trying. Puck had to keep trying to not force her to talk to him, and he had somewhat convinced himself that she was also doing the same. They had agreed to remain friends, but it had become more and more clear to him that they weren’t even being that. It didn’t seem right when before they had both been so keen to be in each other’s lives. At least, he had been. Yet there he was, letting days go by where he would pretend he was in to whatever work was bestowed on him by the professor, or taking notes (in both cases Puck tended to be doodling in reality). The semester was now coming to an end, there was a little less than a month and, as tradition brought, the winter carnival came about. It was something the alumni would fork money out for, and all students looked forward to it. Some for fun, others for community service (rumor had it some people got paid still), and others for… other reasons, he assumed.

Puck had not planned to go, he wasn’t even really a student-student after all. Not that that stopped anyone else since it was a more so community event. Still, for the time leading up to the winter carnival, he didn’t think anything of it. When he caught wind of Marley going to be working it, sure maybe the thought crossed his mind to go, but he shot it down well before the day came along. However, fate decided to have other plans. He was in his apartment, going through the few things he had as he pretending he was trying to figure out if he was going to do the music program or not. That had become part of his daily routine lately. While not watching where he was going, he stumbled over his gym bag that (unfortunately) had not been touched since his and Marley’s meet up in the gym. At first he didn’t realize it, brow furrowing as he looked to find what he tripped over. Once he realized what it was, he rolled his eyes and scoffed like it had personally offended him. He even muttered, “Damn bag,” while walking away. As he tried to go about his time, his eyes kept glancing at the bag on the floor, lingering for a moment before he would pretend he hadn’t been at all. It was just some inanimate object, but it kept bringing back the time he and the blue eyed girl kissed. He had thought about that moment tenfold before, but currently it was on an endless loop.

After some time, he sat on the sofa and was just staring at it, as if it held some sort of answer within its beaten, zipped up self. For the first time, he was really thinking about everything when it came to Marley. From the start, to where it left off, and that’s when it hit him that that’s where they were. He had been in his belief they were finished when they had only really started. It was one thing for them to say they were friends, but they weren’t even that right now, and if he didn’t act soon then they wouldn’t be anything at all. To say he was stricken with sudden motivation and clarity was an understatement. While he could have just called or texted her, Puck found himself grabbing his jacket and going out the door instead. He knew where she was, and he knew she was going to be there for a little while at least. If that wasn’t an opportunity presenting itself, then nothing was. Soon enough, he was at the very lively winter carnival and it hit him then that he had actually no idea what part of it all she was working. Considering the size, he was going to have to search, and rather than be discouraged, that’s what he did. He looked at the booths, the rides, the games, and so on before he saw finally saw her and he didn’t take the time to notice just where she was before he started to jog up toward the booth she was at and call out, “Marley!” to her.

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Marley had spent the entire morning helping the other volunteers set up for the winter carnival. There was so much to get done; booths to be set up and tickets to be arranged, and all of it was a very welcome distraction. Lately she had barely lifted her head in class, or hesitated being the first one to leave once they were dismissed. She just couldn’t risk the conversation coming up. Her and Puck hasn’t spoken since the day they kissed in the fitness centre and that wasn’t exactly the best note to start their new found “friendship” on. So instead, she’d give him a quick smile in passing, but no much more. She hadn’t expect to miss him so much, in reality they only just started to get to know each other. But it felt like so much more than that. There was a connection, a spark. One that had burnt out before fire could even begin to catch. But Marley had to protect herself, and her heart - and a fire like that could leave her burned all over again. So, here she was, focused on things like hot chocolate stands and kissing booths. 

Sure, she wasn’t exactly thrilled about being posted on the kissing booth. She would have much rather painted little kids faces or handing out prizes at “Wack-A-Mole”. But it was for charity, so she wasn’t exactly in the position to argue. Luckily the girls and guys had shift, and only had to do it for a short amount of time before switching shifts with another volunteer. 

Dressed in her warmest jacket, mitts and hat combination, Marley’s hair hung loose around her shoulders as she waited to start her shift at the kissing booth. She looked around absent mindedly, in denial about who exactly she was looking for through the crowds of people. “He’s not here, boobless.” Kitty slipped in, walking past her with a knowing smirk on her face. Marley pursed her lips, both and annoyed with Kitty’s ability to read her like a book. With that she stepped up onto the platform and greeted the girl who was working there. The girls idly chatted before Marley heard a familiar voice call out her name and she turned, surprised to see a very determined-looking Noah walking her way. “Puck?” Marley asked as if she didn’t recognize the man in front of her.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, more so asking why he was approaching her now of all times, in the middle of the kissing booth. It wasn't long after he moved to the platform that others in line began muttering about not cutting in line.

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HAVE A LITTLE FAITH IN ME ⇄ PUCKEROSE

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Puck didn’t understand what was happening right off the bat. His lips had felt been feeling something, something warm, welcoming, tender, kind, sweet, and a lot of other words that he didn’t know or would be used to describe a kiss for him. Then suddenly, as well as unfortunately, they were feeling nothing. Not on the surface. By the time his eyes opened, he could see her face and he could see that everything about her had changed. Hell, the entire world had just changed. It shifted right under his feet and he didn’t have the first clue about it until it was moving on without him. Puck’s head shook, baffled beyond belief, as she went from a sorry, to an I shouldn’t have, to a I’m leaving in the course of a minute. He was used to being what others considered a mistake to make, but this might have been the first time that he wanted to disprove that not to just boost his ego.

"I didn’t think it was your main concern." He blurted out, his confusion keeping him from saying the important things, "It was just an idea and you were doing fine at it." Then the fact she was preparing to leave was setting in. Before he could stop himself from doing it, like he had done before, he felt like he had to go after her. Later on he would kick himself in the teeth for doing that because that was what her ex kept doing to her and the reason they were there in the first place. But he didn’t want her to go, and it was such a strange feeling that he didn’t know how to control. At least he didn’t move from where he stood, though his feet seemed to feel the urge to change that, "Why are you leaving now? Nothing bad even happened." She was still going, and then he took the steps that he had not wanted to take, and then his hand grabbed her wrist exactly how he didn’t want it to. The touch was gentle, loose, easy to break free of, it was merely meant to get her attention back. A way to gently pull her back so she wouldn’t leave the room. Or him, "You don’t gotta go bolting out of here like that, Rose."

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Marley felt a pang of guilty strike her at his confused tone. He had set all this up and now she was acting, well, confusing. After all, she was the one who kissed him. She shook her head, grabbing her things and preparing to leave when she felt him gently grab her wrist. Her first instinct was to pull back a little bit, used to a bit of a rougher grip. But her shoulders instantly relaxed the moment she remembered who she was with.  "Yes, I do." she said simply pursing her lips and folding her arms across her chest, avoiding eye contact. 

She sighed, if an explanation was what he wanted an explanation was what she'd give him. "I remember you a lot better than you think, okay? I remember pep rally's with cheerleaders hanging off of you, and a rumor that you went to jail, or juvie for a while... " she started, "But I barely know you, and i'm not exactly one to believe rumors, so after we actually met I thought, hey - he seems really nice, actually he's a pretty great guy apart from some stupid fraternity rituals." she continued. She knew it probably seemed crazy now, that she was going off on this rant when she had just kissed him, but she hoped by the end he'd get it. "But that's the problem, I always do that. I see the good in people and I hope for the best - and sometimes I ignore the bad parts because everyone has flaws, right? But when you assume the best in people like that.... you miss things. Like signs" she looked at him now, searching his eyes to see if he understood what she was saying. "Like when someone's about to hurt you." she shrugged, tucking her hair behind her ear. "That's why we should just stay friends - And why I need to get going. I'll see you in class"

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HAVE A LITTLE FAITH IN ME ⇄ PUCKEROSE

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Life wasn’t much of a slow motion sort of thing for Noah Puckerman. Things happened fast, and things kept on happening fast. Slowing down was hardly ever a luxury he had all on his own. But right now he was getting it, and it was at the best time that it could have possibly happened. He had seen Marley coming up to him, he saw her eyes closed and knew what was happening next. He had this slow paced time to memorize this moment, because even if it was just a dream, he was going to keep it in his mind. Why? Because he could feel it was making his heart beat. Really beat. His lips were connected with hers, feeling the sensation of the kiss and realizing that it wasn’t like any other one he had felt. Puck pressed his head forward slightly, sure to let her know he was kissing her back, his head tilting so that he could kiss her just a bit more. As far as he was concerned, this didn’t have to end. Even more so, he didn’t want it to. Not with Marley Rose.

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When Puck kissed her back, all Marley wanted to do was wrap her arms around his neck and continue this. The two of them, alone, lips pressed tight together affectionately. But the her knee's felt weak and reality set in, the fog dispersed and Marley pulled away, breaking the kiss, Her lips felt cold without his pressed close, but she ignored it and instead swiftly apologized, "Sorry." she said, as if she had just somehow accidentally tripped and fell onto his lips. Truth was, as much as she enjoyed kissing him - that was one line Marley had crossed before with guys like him. Guys who who were used to girls begin all over them. 'Bad boys' who she believed she could change or tame. She didn't think the worst in Puck, as a matter of fact she thought he was a pretty special guy. Complicated, maybe a little wounded, but definitely special.

But she also knew that she'd been proven to be naive and she wouldn't let it happen anymore. Jake had hurt her, he had made her feel and she swore she would take some time before she opened herself up to get hurt again. "I shouldn't have...." she began once again but cut herself off, deciding to go in another direction. "I really appreciate what you're trying to do here, I do, but I don't defending myself physically isn't exactly my main concern right now." she said, turning around to grab her sweater off the floor so that she could leave.

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HAVE A LITTLE FAITH IN ME ⇄ PUCKEROSE

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Either doing this was the best idea Puck had ever had in his entire life, or it was the worst one. It might have been somewhere in between but he wouldn’t of been able to decide at this moment. It was the worst idea since he didn’t think about the fact they’d be as close as they were, which also made it his best idea. He wasn’t here to hit on her though, or to make a move. He was there to give some pointers on self defense. In his opinion everyone should have at least one lesson in that category. Puck wasn’t used to her being close to him like this though, with her right in front of him. He forgot he was going to get kneed. At least was suppose to be, until it was clear Marley had forgotten that step, too. The corner of his lip twitched slightly, this girl was way too damn adorable for anyone’s good.

"I’d say that was a hell of a start." He told her, his voice genuine. What he did next was not out of habit, for he never did it before, but it was a fluid motion of his hand going up toward the blue eyed girl’s face that almost made it seem like it was. His body did it due to his brain thinking they were obstructing his view of her face, and that needed to change. He didn’t have much say in his fingers tucking the strands behind her ear as best as he could with the little training he had on it.

Puck’s eyes flickered from the ear he placed her hair behind back to Marley’s face, “You can’t go defend yourself on beginner’s luck after all, Rose.”

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"Thanks." Marley replied when Puck encouraged her. She rubbed her lips together out of habit, and couldn't help her gaze flickering down to his lips when his hand reached to tuck her hair behind her ear. Marley was a hesitant person, she always was, she always has been. But there was no time to hesitate, because he smelled intoxicating, and he teased her and made her laugh, and he knew when to apologize and he seemed so genuine but at the same time definitely had more to him than he led on.  Thanks to all that, her intuition was telling her to do one thing, and for once she was following it. Stretching up a little, she leaned in slowly - breath slightly shaky, and it wasn't from the little amount of exercise they had started. Finally her lips pressed softly against his.

[justmarley-rose]

HAVE A LITTLE FAITH IN ME ⇄ PUCKEROSE

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Puck went a lot by instinct when it came to life choices. He had good instinct, it was what had gotten him to manage where he was now. He went with them normally, especially because 10/10 (in his opinion) times it ended up in getting him laid. Right now, however, he was having to fight his instinct because it was telling him to place his hand over hers, “Takes more than that to knock Puckzilla down.” He explained, but it seemed to be, surprisingly, a slight mutter. His eyes had looked down to double check her touch was, in fact, where he felt it to be. But then she pulled it off and he broadened his shoulders and relaxed his posture again. It had to look like he was casual and not like he had been thinking about her freaking hand without it being sexual. His expression changed to amused instantly as Marley gave her suggestion. She had balls. He’d never of guessed it, but she did, “All right, but you better go easy on me.” Another joke, but they did seem to work with her. He could live with that.

He walked towards Marley, though slowly, “If some tool’s trying to come at you,” He had a visual in mind as he painted the scene for his sparring partner, “He’s gonna be looking at your hands mainly. Take hands away, they get power. Just happens that way. That can work out for you though.” He tried to make his visual remain a little fuzzy and vauge in order to keep his focus, though he was going to mimic the figure’s actions, “When I’m close to you, you’re gonna put one hand to the side in a fist like you’re gonna punch me. Everyone idiot is gonna think you’re about to do it so they’ll go for grabbing your wrist. That’s when you wanna use your other hand’s palm and go right for the nose, all right?”

He was getting himself ready to actually go forward in playing his role as he neared the end of his example, “Even if he gets that other hand before you and do it, you gotta be lifting you leg to just kick em right in the knee. Hit it anywhere, it’ll make whoever it is fall right down. If you can, could just knee em in the face, too.” He smirked and shrugged at the last part before looking at her with a more serious face, “For this training, you can just go like half as hard as you would. So hope you got that, ‘cause it’s time to put the pedal to the metal.” And just as he finished his sentence, Puck was closer to her and, albeit not too fast, had his hands up about mid height to start going for her wrists.

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Marley laughed softly as Puck told her to go easy, clearly teasing her. "I'll try." she retorted, standing up straight as Puck moved a little closer to her ready to move on. She listened intently as he painted a visual for her, explaining the motive behind each move. She was still curious as to how he knew this stuff, the hockey thing had made sense until he started describing it all in detail. Hockey players were generally in caged helmets, right? Still,she tried to focus on Puck's direction and she nodded as he continued. She couldn't imagine actually kneeing someone in the face, but she supposed that desperate times would call for desperate measures.

"Half as hard? Are you sure, that still sounds pretty painful." Either he overestimated his pain tolerance or didn't think she'd have very much force in her hits, but she still didn't want to risk hurting him. Before she knew it though, he was coming towards her and she tried to repeat the steps in her head.

Once she felt his hand on her wrist, she remembered the other hand. Hand to nose. Hand to nose. But her reflexes weren't exactly cat-like and the half second she took to jerk her other arm up wouldn't help her case. Now that both hands were on her wrists...she pulled forward, bringing their bodies close together, so she was close though to knee him. Shoot, this was where she was supposed to knee him, not think about how nice his hazel eyes were. "I, um.."

"I think I need more practice.... I was too slow"

[justmarley-rose]

HAVE A LITTLE FAITH IN ME ⇄ PUCKEROSE

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Although Puck didn’t fully pride himself on a lot of things in terms of his past, he did feel a small bit of exactly that when Marley mentioned his penalties record. It was one of the few things he had gotten recognition for, even if he had acted along with the team as if it was a joke, “Damn right I did. I should’ve gotten a trophy for that, I worked hard to get that record.” He shrugged with a head shake to emphasize the shame of not getting physical recognition for it. He knew asking that much would be ridiculous anyway, so it wasn’t as if his features showed true disappointment there. He did take away the note that Marley at least knew about that. That somehow helped there being no disappointment to not having an actual award. Their meet up wasn’t about his past hockey playing though, and he was fully prepared to get things started when he felt a force hit his chest. He was so taken aback that he actually lost his balance for a moment and had to shift his weight to his back foot to keep himself from going back more. His eyes looked at her, his mouth open a little in his very slow processing of what just happened. As soon as Marley realized what she did, he did as well, though he wasn’t as unsure as her. A smile broke out and he laughed fixing his stance, “Y’know, if you don’t like me just say so.”  

Even if his hand was gloved and padded, his touched over the part she hit and was rubbing it lightly. Her puch wasn’t going to knock someone out but it at least would give them a good sting. That was a good start, “Gotta say, you’re stronger than you look. Kinda figured, but didn’t think I’d find out like that.” 

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Though embarrassed, Marley couldn't help but laugh at herself when he teased her. She still felt a little ridiculous, but the fact that Puck didn't seem to think she was a total loser and instead could laugh along with her was a relief.  "I'm sorry!" she exclaimed, a small giggle falling from her lips. "It wasn't on purpose. I mean, it was but I just misunderstood you." she explained, "Are you okay?" she said, sincerely, though her giggles hadn't subsided yet. She placed her hand gently over the area that she had hit. He chest felt hot under her palm, and she found feel his heartbeat beneath her touch. It took her a couple seconds before she realized she was probably way into his personal space. She looked up at him and felt her cheeks flush with warmth as she took a step back and cleared her throat a little. She stood a little taller when he told her she was stronger than she looked. It felt good, to be told that she was strong - and despite the rocky start, she felt determined to keep going. "How about we move on to the defense part.  Like, you can come at me and teach me how to fight you off." she suggested.

[justmarley-rose]

HAVE A LITTLE FAITH IN ME ⇄ PUCKEROSE

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"No, you’re gonna fight. I’m just gonna tell you how till you get the hang of it.” So, technically that was fighting in a way, he’d argue it wasn’t forever. The fact Marley did not go turning on her heel right out the door almost immediately was a good enough sign for Puck, too. Maybe the girl wasn’t fully convinced, but there was interested in knowing what to do. That was a start, and he could work with that. Her question bewildered him for a moment, somehow she still managed to find all the ones he never thought up answers to. He looked the part of a guy who would know how to fight, that had always been enough to answer any questions. Talking about the time his dad’s brother lived with him and his mom wasn’t in the game plan. Not today. But it didn’t seem that far off from happening, either. Still, he had to give an answer but have it not be a lie, “I played hockey back in the day, remember? Sorta gotta know how to take a punch and give a punch if you wanna not die on the ice.” That was a good answer, and still not untruthful.

He had both his hands slipped inside the padded gloves and as soon as the blue eyed babe of a girl was giving the okay to go forward, he prepared. Puck shifted his positioning so he’d have better balance, his head looking down to make sure they were at a good place on the mat and not on a crease while saying, “First off, go on and hit me as hard as you can. Don’t think twice. Just take a quick jab.”

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"Okay," Marley answered simply when Puck corrected her. As she stood before him, she listened to him explain where he had learned to fight in the first place and a nodded, although for some reason - maybe the expression that played on his features when she had first asked about it. It was just another note to add to the mystery that was Noah Puckerman. Either way, she took the answer for what it was. a smiled softly - "Yeah, I remember. Didn't someone hold a record for most penalties in a season?" she teased. Marley was never a big sports fan but she found herself spending her Friday nights at school events, whether it was hockey game or pep rallies. Freshman year was a lonely one but Mckinley had a lot of opportunities other schools didn't and she decided, friends or not, she would make the most of her four years there. Things got better too, when she joined Choir and even accounting club. Still, Puck's jersey number stood out in her mind when she reminisced about the past games she'd attended. Marley stood up straight, shoulders back - hit him as hard as she could? She would normally be skeptical but Puck had told her not to think twice, and she listened - doing exactly as told. She balled her hand into a fist and hit him as hard as she could, directly in the chest. Watching his reaction, she immediately looked down at his hands at the padded gloves and realized  she had completely misinterpreted what he meant. "Oh my god." she paused, unsure if she wanted to laugh or walk out of the room since she was sure she was just making a fool of herself. "I'm sorry... that's not what you meant, was it?"

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HAVE A LITTLE FAITH IN ME ⇄ PUCKEROSE

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It couldn’t be all that weird for his eyes to be fixated on Marley at the moment, she was the girl he has been waiting for. Or more realistically in Puck-expectations, waiting-for-to-do-this-whole-self-defense-thing-with-since-there-was-no-way-in-all-hell-she-would-want-to-be-more-than-friends-with-a-guy-that-had-bullied-her-friends. Which was a shame given he had seen Marley in every day clothes, party clothes, and now work out clothes and all of them were nothing bad on the eyes. It was just pure luck that he got to find out her personality somehow topped her looks, “I know chicks, you are all about keeping your stuff bra-tained.” He retorted, squatting again to get the glove. The room was set up with a combination of a ballet practice room and a gymnastics training room. The blue pads on the ground weren’t far off from where Puck was already and he stepped on to it, using his head to beckon her over. It was high time he told her why he had told her to come here in the first place, “C’mover here so we can get started on your self defense training, Rose.”

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Marley rolled her eyes playfully when Puck commented that most girls keep their things in their bra, but she had to admit there were times when she didn't have pockets on her dress or didn't want to carry around a handbag that she resorted to the same thing. When he mentioned self defense training, Marley's expression turned to one of both intrigue and confusion. Was he worried about her well being simply from that party the other night? "So, we are going to fight?" this was where the intrigue set in, Marley had never done anything like this before but the idea of being strong - being powerful and being able to protect herself... a lot of things people didn't expect from her - it felt good. It felt even better knowing that Puck wasn't trying to be her protector but instead, teach her how to protect herself. Because, maybe he believed she could actually do it. She moved forward onto the blue mats to stand in front of him and face him. She tried to ignore how her thighs probably jiggled in her shorts or how her stomach was probably bloated from all the water she had to suppress her appetite and stay hydrated. "Where did you learn this stuff?" she asked, curiously - she knew very well there were many times in high school where she would cower back into the crowd as Noah Puckerman had altercation with one of the hockey players in the hallway until an even more terrifying Sue Sylvester came and split it up. Violence was never Marley's thing, but she wouldn't judge Puck. Not when she didn't know his who story. It wasn't her place to make judgements. She just wondered if fighting - offensively or defensively was something he had chosen to learn or required to for his own protection. "Okay, where do we start?"

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HAVE A LITTLE FAITH IN ME ⇄ PUCKEROSE

[gothcorp1x1s-blog]

It certainly wasn’t Puck’s place to tell Marley how to live her life or what to do, and he didn’t intend for her to think so either. What his intention was, in a way, was to help the girl with someone she clearly was having issues with. It just so happened to be an ex boyfriend and Puck just so happened to think he was a royal douchebag. He wasn’t going to take matters in to his own hands but grabbing the guy and roughing him up, for some reason, he didn’t feel that to be right. It a simple plan, all he was going to do was teach the girl how to fight back. Literally. He had seen how he handled her at the party and though he didn’t know the guy, Marley had been pretty assuring he didn’t do that sort of thing when in a better state of mind. That didn’t matter too much to Puck, what did was he had seen him slightly manhandle Marley and since he was likely not going to always be around to intervene, showing the girl how to throw a punch was a good second option. Nothing she said to him had told him she never threw a punch before, but he had gotten the impression with knowing the girl that she hadn’t. It was a semi-risky move on the account of she clearly didn’t like violence, but he hoped he’d be able to make an argument to show her it wasn’t violence, it was self defense, and it was important. He was ruffling through his bag for the other gloved hitting pad of his when he heard the girl’s voice, “Hey.” He said, standing from his squatting position.

His loose basketball shorts fell back in to their place and his white wifebeater was a little crinkled up until he pulled it back down. With the distance he got a full body shot of the girl without having to check her out exclusively, and even in work out clothes, she looked damn good, “I’m just trying to find the other glove so we can get started.” He explained, without really explaining anything.

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Marley smiled a little as she stepped in further, looking around the large room before turning to the man in front of her. Dressed clad in baggy athletic shorts and a wife-beater, Marley's eyes stayed focused on his broad chest for a moment before her eyes met his. "Hi." she said, despite having already greeted him once. A wide smile spread as she approached him, looking down at his hands. "Get what started, exactly?" she asked curiously, unzipping her sweater and moved to hang it up in the corner. The only explanation she could come up with was that they would be boxing or wrestling or something, but really? Marley hasn't ever really fight before - and she was almost sure she was going to look like a complete fool. "If you're planning to fight me and steal all my money, the jokes on you - I have no pockets." she teased.

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HAVE A LITTLE FAITH IN ME ⇄ PUCKEROSE

Marley looked herself over in the full length mirror that hung on the wall in her and Kitty's small dorm room. Dressed in blue shorts and a tank top, she ran her hands through her hair and tied her long brown locks into a ponytail. She wasn't sure why she cared what she looked like so much, apparently they were just working out - or something along those lines. Did he think she needed to work out? No, this had something to do with keeping Jake away. She wondered why he was so concerned with Jake's involvement in her life, still. But she dismissed it as nothing more than Puck being a good friend. Throwing on a light sweater, since it was still Spring and slightly cool outside, she headed out of her room and made her way to the FitRec; Boston University's gym building. It was huge and there were many activities to do there, anything from swimming, to yoga, to rock-climbing and more. Once she arrived, she entered the building and headed to the room where Puck had mentioned he would be. Once she arrived in the room, the very one that was typically used for the weekend kickboxing classes - she knocked on the door before slowly entering, scanning over the room and seeing mats on the floor as well as a punching bag in the corner. "Hello?" she asked curiously as she stepped in further.

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TEXTS ✉ MARLEY ROSE [NOV 9TH].

PUCK: You're kind of a movie nerd, you know that? But I'll give it a shot, only if you watch at least one of the movies you're trying to get me to see with me. I believe it, the you being passionate bit, that was just the first time you actually showed it upfront like that.

PUCK: C'mon. Have a little faith in the Puckster. It'll be good.

Marley: I know, but it's worth it if I can convince to you see how awesome The Hunger Games are :D I'm sure my passionate side will peak it's head out again.

Marley: I have faith, I'll be there :)

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TEXTS ✉ MARLEY ROSE [NOV 9TH].

PUCK: IT'S NOT MY FAULT!

PUCK: You can't fool me, you woulda done that whole hitting my arm thing if said that while we were hanging. I don't think I've seen you get that passionate about something since we met.

PUCK: Smart ass. Funny, but still, smart ass. I'll tell you on Monday, you gotta wait and see.

MARLEY: Maybe... but it's a big deal! It's so good and it's not a chick flick! I think you would like it :) I'm passionate about a lot of things, it's just a really good movie :P

MARLEY: .... okay.

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TEXTS ✉ MARLEY ROSE [NOV 9TH].

PUCK: You were totally gonna let me watch it without even knowing. I just looked her up, and gotta say, she looks good for being past cougar age. I could give it a shot. Never saw the movies, or read the books. I ain't all that big on reading, but I saw it. I saw that American Hustle movie she was in.

PUCK: Good, and even though I said we're not gonna be exactly working out, you should wear some work out clothes. Just fyi.

MARLEY: Wait.

MARLEY: YOU'VE NEVER SEEN THE HUNGER GAMES?!

MARLEY: I mean.... Oh. Really? You should watch them. They're really good movies.

MARLEY: I thought you said I have to wear jeans next time we hang out? Kidding, sure.... I'm kind of intrigued. If we're not working out, why do I have to wear workout clothes?

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TEXTS ✉ MARLEY ROSE [NOV 9TH].

PUCK: I shoulda called that it was a musical, all the crazy words you were saying before shoulda gave that away. Is it your favorite movie or do you just kinda like having people get songs stuck in their heads?

PUCK: Does 2 work for you? Figure it gives you some good post-class time to unwind.

Marley: Oh, yeah :P I forgot to mention that part. It's not my favorite but I am a big Julie Andrews fan. ....You might have noticed the giant hunger games poster about my head the other night. I've read those books more times than I'd like to admit.

Marley: 2 sounds great :)

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TEXTS ✉ MARLEY ROSE [NOV 9TH].

PUCK: Am I gonna get it without you there explaining anything?

PUCK: Something like that. You in?

MARLEY: I think so! I mean, the only confusing part with when they jump into the sidewalk chalk drawing. You might have the songs stuck in your head for weeks afterwards, though.

MARLEY: Yeah! I'll be there.