UNDERCLASS HERO.

Birth certificate says to call me Noah, but I say call me Puck.

[puckador]

TONIGHT'S THE KIND OF NIGHT→ Puckerose.

[justmarley-rose]

Marley waited for him to enter the dining hall before she walked in herself, taking her place beside him as they walked the the dessert area. She listened intently as he recalled his own experiences with living on campus. “Oh, you were a hockey player?” She asked. She had never really been all that into sports, so it would make sense that she wouldn’t have really known that. Her ex was a law major, and was way too busy for sports so she’d never really met anyone on the team. She smiled down at the cup when Puck motioned it towards her, “Thanks.” she replied, taking the cup in her hand. “So, do you miss it, now that it’s all over?” She asked, referring to the college experience in general. She put a small amount of vanilla ice cream in her cup, and just for spite - added two cherries on top. “What can I say, I’m boring.” she shrugged, making a joke of the fact that her ice cream was plain and simple.

Truth be told, Marley wasn’t exactly one to over indulge anyways. Usually he’d be the last one at the dessert cart or generally in the dining hall at all. Growing up seeing your mom belittled because of her weight didn’t exactly do well on the self esteem. Once she was sure he was ready, she motioned over to the nearest table and sat down once again. 

[puckador]

"Yep, it's how I ended up going here." It wasn't a well known story really, he didn't tell almost anyone about the fact he was offered to play college hockey because it never seemed like an option for him to go to college, "A scout came to a game in high school, he said he'd give me a scholarship to go here, I got my head outta my ass and the rest is history." He tried to sound casual about what he said, as if it wasn't important, but it had impressed him even know he managed what he did, "Some times I miss it, most of the time I don't. It's probably better I got outta playing before I lost any of my teeth." Though he didn't get out completely unscathed, but that was a story for another time. He looked down at her vanilla and two cherry bowl and it didn't look like that much to him. Which was why her comment made sense. He shook his head and chuckled a little,

"You are one cheap date." He commented without thinking about it, meaning the words as a joke rather than anything even remotely serious, "You can get more, y'know. I meant it when I said I was buying. I caused you a night of being sexiled and away from your bed."

[puckador]

TONIGHT'S THE KIND OF NIGHT→ Puckerose.

[justmarley-rose]

She watched as he laughed at her and she was sure she was making  a complete fool of herself, She couldn’t help mirror his laugh though, to be fair she was sure if she was him she’d be laughing at herself too. “Okay, sure. That works too.” she responded, with a grin. “Ha- ha” she joked, sarcastically and nudged his shoulder when he mentioned he didn’t have any pictures on him.

"Wait - am I little-foot in the reference?" she asked, laughing a little and hoping she wasn’t totally off base, and that he made that reference on purpose. "I don’t know, it’s cheaper to live on campus for now. If I got a roommate, I might be able to afford an apartment, but most of my friends are happy where they are and aren’t looking to move." she explained. It wasn’t long before they reached the building where the dining hall was. As she made her way to the doorway, she opened the large glass door to the building. "After you, sir" she said as she motioned towards the doorway. "Did you used to live on Campus?" she asked, curiously as they descended the hallway.

[puckador]

More often than not, when Puck made a reference to something like Land Before Time, it went over the heads of people. Of course, he hardly ever made those references in the first place so it wasn't as if he had a lot of instances as a point of reference. Still, the fact Marley understood it made him be impressed, mainly because he didn't realize he made the reference in the first place yet it was still caught, "Yeah, guess you are." He replied, and some part of him was deciding that was going to be a nickname for her. He nodded as she explained her rooming struggle, the whole where to live part of college was hardly ever explained in depth when anyone was applying. He bowed his head as he was motioned to walk inside before Marley, "Don't mind if I do." He replied while walking in, but he stopped right beside the doorway to wait for her to come in so they be side by side one more.

"Yeah, I lived on campus till a couple years back." He answered as they walked in to the dining hall toward the middle island that had the dessert they were there for, "I moved out with some guys on the hockey team here, but after I graduated I went to my own place since either the guys got signed to go to the NHL or moved back to their hometowns." Puck was developing a habit of explaining more than he needed to to Marley, but she hadn't ever told him to stop talking so he didn't catch himself to stop the words. If she did, then maybe he'd learn his lesson. Some times he wasn't too self aware, just in a few cases. He grabbed one of the cups and handed it over to Marley with the opening up toward her, "You can get as much of the stuff as you want. Long as you don't start filling a third cup." He joked while grabbing one for himself. He had come to get her the dairy treat, but he realized he was all for having some himself, too.

[puckador]

TONIGHT'S THE KIND OF NIGHT→ Puckerose.

[justmarley-rose]

Marley smiled at his ‘two cherries’ comment. When he asked if she wanted to leave now, Marley looked down at the books he motioned towards. She had almost forgot they were there - much less whatever idle work she was using to cover up the song book. “No, I think I’ve had enough school work for the night.” she told him, noting the tone of his voice when he said it was school work, his tone suggested he didn’t really believe it was school work. Was she that bad of a liar? She put her books in her bag and slung the slightly heavy bag over her shoulder as she stood. “Let’s go.”  she suggested with a smirk. She began walking beside Puck, facing straight ahead as she did so. Puck didn’t seem like the type to enjoy randomly going out for ice cream with sophomore college students, and she couldn’t help but read into it a little, though she bit her lip. She didn’t want to make things weird. So, she just kept her guard up slightly. She quickly tried to make conversation. “So, is your apartment close to campus or do you have to commute?”  She furrowed her brows for a second, “I mean…”

"not that I need to know where you live." she clarified, "or how far away it is" she said, digging herself deeper. Nice conversation topic, why don’t you ask him what size his bed is? she thought to herself, 

[puckador]

Puck was fine with them getting the ice cream now, mostly because they weren't suppose to be talking in the library and he knew that. Now. He didn't know what a library was when he first got to campus but things had changed since then. Maybe not in every respect but in a lot of others. Although that wasn't the biggest of deals, he had had a run in with the librarian once before while he was getting it on with some chick that had been studying on the forth floor. After that, he had been better about not causing a disruption in the building and it wasn't like they were loud but it was better to go. And he was a big fan of ice cream so it was a good thing in his opinon. They didn't talk right off the bat but it didn't feel awkward so at least they had moved passed that. Or maybe he was being too hopeful. When Marley asked her question he automatically raised a brow as he looked at her and then laughed to himself while she backtracked her words. She had a knack for making him laugh and it wasn't a bad thing in the slightest. Though she didn't seem to mean for it to happen all the time, "Maybe you don't needa know but I can tell you anyway " He replied, "I don't live that far, five minute drive, fifteen minute drive. My lease is up in May though so I dunno if I'm gonna be keeping the place or moving somewhere else. I don't got any pictures of it on me though so if you're gonna ask about what it looks like you're out of luck." He teased, truly not meaning anything by it other than jokingly, "Since you're looking for a single that mean youre sticking on campus long as possible insteada venturing in to the Great Beyond sooner?" He questioned, genuinely curious on her plan even if his Land Before Time reference made it sound like a random question.

[puckador]

TONIGHT'S THE KIND OF NIGHT→ Puckerose.

[justmarley-rose]

Marley had come to the library to avoid her room for a while, so the company was definitely welcome. Besides, Puck made her laugh, so she couldn’t help but enjoy his presence. “I can’t believe you actually tried it.” she told him, finding it oddly daring. Truth was, Marley wasn’t exactly the most experimental or daring person in the world. She could be a complete dork when she wanted to be, but when it came to risk taking or trying out there things, she was pretty reserved that way. When Puck made it obvious that he had, in fact, ‘sexiled’ her at one point, Marley wasn’t even sure how to react. She wondered if that was the kind of girl he was interested in, not that there was anything wrong with acting that way. But Marley knew she didn’t fall anywhere in that category, so part of her wanted to be clear if that was what he was looking for - he was wasting his time. Still, she didn’t want to come off too defensive, and Puck had seemed to be nice enough despite his old reputation, so she decided to just go with it until he proved otherwise. She figured, people changed as they got older - and he deserved the benefit of the doubt just as much as the next person. “Mine better have sprinkles and a cherry on top to pay me back for the sleep deprivation you’ve possibly caused me.” she teased. 

[puckador]

Puck was trying to remain casual about the fact he had definitely done what he only semi-joked about doing. In all honesty, he only partly recognized her roommate. It wasn't like she stuck out in his mind completely, but if she went around having "company" a lot, and she looked hot, as well as looked a little familiar, then he probably had been with her. He didn't want to tell Marley that though, she went to high school with him so it wasn't unknown he had been the resident manwhore of sorts. She didn't need to know that he didn't always remember who he got with, that wouldn't help anything and it did lead to an excuse to getting ice cream, He laughed a little at her request, "You can have two cherries even." He promised, "Did you wanna go get it now or do you gotta focus on your uh," His fist knocked against the textbook she had used to cover over her notebook that contained something in it, "school work?"

[puckador]

TONIGHT'S THE KIND OF NIGHT→ Puckerose.

[justmarley-rose]

Marley was relieved when Puck laughed instead of looking at her like she was absolutely insane. When he mentioned the Ketchup and Waffle, Marley broke into laughed, “Puck, That’s disgusting”  

She was sure her explanation of why she wasn’t in her room was as awkwardly sounding as it was to say, but he seemed to get the point anyways. “I guess you could say that.” She chuckled. That was a clever term, and she wasn’t sure if he’d just made it up on he spot of if it was a common term she’d just never heard before.  When he asked that question, Marley quirked a brow. For all she knew, he could have very well been with her roommate. “I don’t know,” she mentioned, pulling out her phone to find a picture of the two girls together. They had been closer in their freshman year, until they actually got roomed together. “Does she look familiar?” She asked, holding up the phone so he could she the picture of Marley with the pretty blonde. 

[puckador]

In all truth, Puck had forgotten why he came to the library by this point. The things he had planned to do were really only for his own benefit in the way to keep himself busy. He didn't really need to do the tasks, and since he was sitting with Marley, it was likely that he wouldn't. She draw him in in that way, once they got started, "Hey, I was like eight...teen." He chuckled, in part as his joke and also in part at himself in general, "When you run outta syrup, you get a little desperate, but it was pretty nasty."

It wouldn't of been correct to say Puck was sweating or was nervous about the fact that he might have slept with Marley's roommate. It wasn't really the biggest of deals in that way, he just wanted to know out of sheer curiosity how many times their paths had crossed and how he still managed to not meet her before the day he walked her to her dorm after class. He waited for the picture and once it was up he knew the answer almost instantly. True, Puck didn't party as much as he use to, but he still had good times now and then. He was simply a little more cautious about it, "So what do you want?" He asked, letting that question be his answer to the picture she showed, "We could get some ice cream from the dining hall if you're feeling that.

[puckador]

TONIGHT'S THE KIND OF NIGHT→ Puckerose.

[justmarley-rose]

Even as her laugh faded, Marley remained smiling - seeing Puck laugh along with her way nice. She liked seeing people happy and he seemed to have a much too serious, almost jaded expression sometimes. Then again, she was sure that could be her over active, novel reading mind at play, but that’s the way she saw it at least. “I don’t know about that. Mr. Darcy and…” she was not going to have a conversation about bondage now. Now way. She would turn way too red and feel like a childish idiot. “…50 shades stuff..” - Yes, Marley, because that doesn’t make you sound anymore credulous, she scolded herself internally. “Aren’t exactly two things that collaborate well together.” she mentioned, “It’s like… putting mustard on your pancakes. Sure, some people like mustard, and that’s great for them - but pancakes are just to sweet and classic to ruin with something like that.” she said, before realizing she was rambling. “I swear that sounded like a better explanation in my head.”

Marley was caught off guard for a second. For a moment she thought he was going to ask her to go party on campus, which - although it wouldn’t be a huge surprise, would definitely be a no due to the fact that it really wasn’t her thing. “Going to class hungover doesn’t sound like a fun way to spend my morning.” she mentioned, “Er, it’s not exactly a party” she laughed slightly. “Well, you could call it a party for two. My roommate has some really…. close.. friends.” she explained. “I’ve been trying to get a single but no one’s really gotten back to me. I stay in my friends dorm sometimes, but I hate intruding just because of my roommates.. extra curricular activities.” 

[puckador]

If Puck hadn't laughed already, he certainly would have been by then as Marley finished up her explanation of mustard on pancakes. He didn't chuckle before she finished, he was far too interested in how she was going to finish her example. Afterwards, that was when the laugh occurred. Had Puck known that his simple comment about combining the two book genres together would lead to Marley talking about mustard on pancakes, he would have said it sooner. Even though if he did that, it would make little to no sense at all, "I dunno if I lost my mind or something, but that kinda made sense. Maybe it's just 'cause once I put ketchup on waffles and it didn't go down well."

He should have understood what Marley was talking about before then, but he hadn't. Honestly, it didn't dawn on him what she really meant until she started getting a little unsure on what to say. He didn't tell her to stop explaining though because as earlier showed, the way she explained things were a little fun to hear, "So you got sexiled?" He asked, the words coming out of his mouth easily, "That's rough." Puck's tone was light because he was joking with her a little about the whole thing. It was one of his specialties to joke. But then he got curious about something, since after meeting her last time he discovered they weren't as much of strangers as he thought, "I wasn't ever one of her 'close friends' before, was I? 'cause if I got you sexiled before, I think I owe you something for that."

[puckador]

TONIGHT'S THE KIND OF NIGHT→ Puckerose.

[justmarley-rose]

Marley figured she’d covered the book before he’d seen anything. Either way, she chalked it up to her just being paranoid, it’s not like he’d want to see them anyways. No one she’d ever talked to had really given them any interested, even her best friend kind of brushed them off until she actually heard one. Marley smiled nonchalantly when he mentioned his place being ‘too’ unoccupied. “I wish I had that problem” she confessed. She loved being around people, but she really valued her alone time too. She was glad when he sat down to continue the conversation, she wasn’t sure how much time had passed in the musty library but a break seemed like a good idea. She sat back in her chair, becoming more comfortable. “Oh my god.” she laughed at his novel reference.

“That’s me, Marley Rose. Music Major by day, Erotic novelist by night.” she joked, turning slightly pink at the thought, the way she normally did being her meek self. “I’m more of a Jane Austin than a EJ smith, I think.” she commented, although she wasn’t sure he’d understand the reference. Sappy romantic novels didn’t exactly seem like his thing. “Nothing, just.. you know. School stuff,” she shrugged. It’s not that she was ashamed of her songs, actually, she was really proud of them. It was one of the few things she was 100% confident about. But if he knew what she was writing, he’d probably want to read it. And reading the songs just wasn’t the same has hearing them out loud. 

[puckador]

The fact Puck got a little bit of a laugh from her was nice, it was kind of like he expected to get nothing from his words but then got something. After the past she knew about him, there was this strange fear that she was going to expect the absolute worst of him though she hadn't. Things had been a little awkward now and then, but she hadn't just written him off and that meant a whole lot to him considering he spent years believing anyone from his past would do so the moment they got the chance. Friend or not. But instead, he was having a laugh of his own as she declared herself an erotic novelist by night. Marley definitely had some surprises, that was apparent, "My mom reads both of them so I dunno, maybe you could be the first combo act."

At the mention of her working on school stuff he raised his brow slightly. He was fairly certain it wasn't school stuff, but he had already pressed a hell of a lot more than he normally did. And Marley didn't fess up to what it really was. So perhaps it was best that he stopped there before things took a turn for the South, "So partying on the weekdays ain't you thing?" He questioned, realizing how that probably didn't make complete sense to just burst out and ask. He really had to quit doing that around her, "since you decided to come do school stuff at the library insteada join in on the party in your dorm." True, she hadn't said it was a party but he use to live on campus so he simply assumed.

[puckador]

TONIGHT'S THE KIND OF NIGHT→ Puckerose.

[justmarley-rose]

Marley’s evening hadn’t exactly gone as planned. She was supposed to meet one of her friends at a local cafe for a relaxing night to just unwind but typically - after Marley was finally ready - her friend needed to meet up with her ex to ‘talk’. Marley couldn’t keep track of how many times they had broken up and gotten back together and at this point she really didn’t feel the need to. It was the same thing all the time, they’d fight, break up - he’d apologize and they would reconcile. Marley promised herself she would never be that way, she could forgive. She was generally extremely forgiving - but she didn’t want to be a door mat. That was partially the reason she refused to talk to her ex, despite the few times he would intercept her on her way to class or on her way home. So, instead of going out, Marley decided to head back to her dorm to relax. One she walked in, there were the oh so familiar sounds of her roommate and… her company. Marley tried her best to get that scarring sound out of her head, but it was easier said than done. She really needed to find a way to switch rooms, or get a single. So, alas - she grabbed her books and decided to head to the library. 

After finding an empty seat and placing her books down on the table, Marley started with an English paper that wasn’t due for another week. After a few minutes, however, Marley became bored. It wasn’t long before she pulled out the green notebook, the one with almost all the songs she had ever written. It was super thick, and a lot of them she’d never let anyone hear, but she cherished every single one of them. She began to write random lyrics that came to mind, After scratching out multiple verses and re writing in neatly on a clean sheet of paper, Marley was almost finished when she felt hands on her chair behind her. The sudden unexpected visitor caused her to jump in her chair slightly. Whene she turned around and saw Puck, though, She smiled. “Hey” she greeted him, “Yeah, my room’s kind of.. occupied at the moment.” she confessed, turning slightly pink as she did so. “What about you, what are you doing yet?” she asked, curiously, as if it wasn’t already obvious. She quickly turned to her books, sliding one of her irrelevant text books over the notebook full of songs.

[puckador]

Puck wasn't really a nosy kind of guy, he was pretty godd about keeping to himself and staying out of people's way. That was kind of what happened when a person grew up where when they were in the way, it ended up in a screaming match or something worse while at home. Some times he came off as brash or self assertive in some cases, but still. He wasn't the kind of person to normally go looking at what someone was working on and maybe even catch the smallest glimpse of it. It didn't look like a paper with how it was formatted. It could have been a poem or something, surely, but the whole notebook whatever it was was written in was thick as hell. She was either using one notebook for every subject she was taking, or it was something not so school related. He tried to look away from it as she spoke, yet his eyes were not following orders.

But then it was covered up and textbooks had always been something of a Puckerman kryptonite, "It's a little too unoccupied at my place." He said, his eyes on her now rather than the thing he had been trying to figure out what it was. Was it strange that he felt like it was okay to take the seat next to her? Oh definitely. That wasn't what he normally ever did, though without even giving a second thought about it (much like when he walked over to her in the first place) he did do exactly that. He didn't sit facing forward, instead, he had his legs over the side of it so he body was facing her. Before he could stop himself, the protruding question in his mind slipped out despite the fact he had seen Marley take the time to cover it up, "Whatcha working on? You writing the next fifty shades?" He joked, another uncommon thing for him to do with someone he barely knew the first thing about. Or much at all.

[thatguythatlookslikejesus]

[puckador]

TONIGHT'S THE KIND OF NIGHT→ Puckerose.

Thursday night had never been known for being the most lively of nights. At least for normal people. For Noah Puckerman, it wasn't until the last few years of his life that Thursdays became normal days rather than days of insanity. Even now as he was a graduate he wasn't out and about all over since he still had important life decisions to make. Ones that were feeling like they were approaching far too quickly for his liking. The semester still had a ways to go, but it wasn't going to feel like enough. Somehow he knew that. Even if it seemed like he knew the answer to his own predicament, there were still a few doubts in his mind that swirled around here and there. He was doing his usual course debrief and some extra studying at his apartment, and now decided that he wanted a change of scenery. The campus library would probably be best, it had proved to be a value place to know. Once he found out it existed, of course. So that was exactly where he went. Upon entering the place he scanned the area for no specific reason, it was like he was surveying it. His random observation of the room ended up with him catching a glimpse of someone he didn't expect to see there so late. Without thinking, he walked over to them.

It was definitely Marley, even if before their walk to her dorm together he didn't remember her, he did now. He had even given a few smiles in her direction when she would enter the class room since he was often there before class started. They hadn't talked since then, but there wasn't a reason to. Then again, there wasn't a reason to now and yet there he was going up to the girl. He put his hands on top of the chair pushed in to the table in front of her, "Didn't expect to see you here so late." He commented, glancing down at what she was working on.

[puckador]

HOMETOWN GLORY → Puckerose [Tuesday after class]

[justmarley-rose]

Marley laughed, “Maybe i’ll even give you a discount - since we have all this history together.” she now teased a little at the fact that he didn’t remember her. Marley looked up at the large building, hoping that her room mate was asleep and hadn’t had ‘company’ like most other nights. She nodded, “Yeah, this is it…. Thanks, for walking me home.” she said, again. It just seemed like the appropriate thing to say at the time. She remembered him saying he’d walk her to the hall, but just in case her roommate was doing her typical weeknight ‘routine’, Marley had to make sure that didn’t happen. The last thing she wanted to do was have to wait outside of her door for the company to leave or leave and go to a friends room - with Puck standing there. So, the front door of the building seemed like the best option to end the walk. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow?” she asked, though she the answer. “Goodnight, Puck.” With that, she turned and headed towards the door.  She didn’t know if her opinion had completely changed about the man, but so far he had proven to be nicer than she expected. 

[puckador]

At first, Puck wasn't all that sure what she meant by having all the history together, but then he caught on to her teasing which made a chortle escape past his lips. He had to admit, even if he did feel like crap for not knowing her, at least Marley was having a sense of humor about it. However, right then and there Puck seemed to of made a personal goal. He wasn't going to forget her any time soon now that he got to really meet the old school mate of his, "'Course. Any excuse to put off having to do a class debrief is good for me." He joked, trying to make light of it all since it wasn't like he had offered it on his own. Still, he didn't mind that it happened. He smiled slightly as she asked about seeing him in class tomorrow, letting that be the answer since she surely knew the answer already, "Night, Marley." Puck replied as she started to turn to leave, sure to use her name. Not to impress her, but more so for himself to keep to his goal. He waited until she entered in to the building just for good measure, and once she was, he went to go walk to get to his car.

[puckador]

HOMETOWN GLORY → Puckerose [Tuesday after class]

[justmarley-rose]

Puck was different than most people she’d been around. Most guys definitely put on an act around her, picking up the ‘type of girl’ she was and trying to play off that - if they were interested enough to keep up the charade though. Puck seemed to just be himself which Marley appreciated, although part of her wondered how much of his -not so honorable side- was still relevant now. She smiled at his comment, although she was sure, since he’d never actually seen or heard one of her songs that he was just saying it to be nice, she still appreciated the thought.

"Who knows, maybe i’ll write the music for the artists your represent." she mentioned, "Then we can both rub it in their faces" she joked, although she was sure the thought of the two of them teaming up on anything would be an extreme shock to any of their previous teachers. It was only a moment after she spoke that she looked up and realized they had made it to the large female dorm building. 

[puckador]

Puck didn't know where that idea of his came from. It had simply been said out of nowhere but at least the words weren't anything bad. If anything, they were meant to be helpful or to show her he remembered how the teachers at their high school were. And he knew that if he got as far as he did despite their lack of helping him get there, then perhaps the girl next to him had an even bigger shot, "You know what? I'll take up on that offer. When I get my first client, I'll be calling you up for a song and remindin you of this." He joked, deciding to keep up the humor. It was something he was very good at doing.

Puck noticed that the steps were no longer being taken which meant they had finally gotten to the place she had stated she could see earlier. Thee was an odd sensation of surprise still, as if he expected them to not arrive when they had and in a way, it was because he hadn't expected it. They were talking that much and able to recover the conversation that it didn't feel all that much of a chat, "Take it this is the place?" He asked despite knowing the answering. 

[puckador]

HOMETOWN GLORY → Puckerose [Tuesday after class]

[justmarley-rose]

Marley smiled slightly at his answer. It wasn’t exactly telling, but it made sense that he wasn’t sure. There weren’t many people in college who had everything figured out just yet. Hence, the learning experience. “You still have time to figure it out” she suggested. “Maybe you’ll hear that one band or performer and you’ll just know.” Marley had an idealistic view in that way. She was generally optimistic. She noticed he seemed kind of flustered, talking about himself. This seemed strange to her, considering he didn’t seem like the type to ever be nervous, and that she was usually the one who was always flustered and tongue tied. “Me?” she asked, as if there was someone else there to answer Puck’s question. “I want to write and compose music.” she told him, conveniently leaving out the part about her wanting to preform them as well. Marley had always loved singing, but she still had nerves when it came to going on stage. She generally spent most of her time alone in the school’s auditorium at the piano, preforming and writing for no one but herself.   “Most of my teachers in high school..” she paused for a second, “I guess you’d know them too” she remembered, “Noticed my grades, and highly suggested I go into something more ‘secure’. I don’t know how many time’s I was told to become a nurse or something along those lines.” she explained, “But I don’t know, I’ve always loved music. I can’t really see myself doing something else.” she shrugged, feeling as if she’d just spouted her life story, which Puck probably didn’t want to hear. 

[puckador]

Puck listened on as Marley spoke about what she wanted to do and the fact she knew right away what she wanted to do impressed him. It honestly did. When he was a sophomore in college he was barely figuring out how to balance partying and classes, which was a balance he failed pretty damn miserably at. This girl though, it was like she had known the answer her entire life. He wasn't envious, just continually impressed. He could recall the teachers at Hudson high school though, the ones that they shared. They probably didn't have all the same ones but they were all similar in their attitudes. They hardly believed in their students. Some did, but most did not, "The teachers at Hudson were all a bunch of wet blankets anyhow." He answered. Some times his slang seemed so wrong for his time, he'd say things that would be heard in like a 50s movie or the 80s or any time that wasn't the decade of 2010. But he did. It was one of his unique qualities that he didn't know was unique nor did he tend to do around people he barely knew, "When you're writing songs for artists and junk, you oughta have one of em do a show at the teacher's lounge just to stick it to em. Maybe then they'd lay off everyone else."

[puckador]

HOMETOWN GLORY → Puckerose [Tuesday after class]

[justmarley-rose]

Marley - being her somewhat naive self - automatically assumed he, or anyone else that would ever walk her home, would automatically assume they would be walking her to her hall, and not actually expect to enter her dorm. But them again, maybe the girls Puck was used to being around expected the opposite from him. So his ‘letting her know’ was a little humorous. Marley looked down at her feet for a moment as they continued to walk, before his voice caused her to look up once more. It took her a split second to connect his answer to her previous question, but when it set in she waited for him to elaborate. “Really?”

There was a mutual interest she could work with. “So, what kinds of artists would you want to represent?” she asked. Her interest in music was obvious, but for all she knew he could be a TA in Music Theory  simply because Professor Walsh was the only one who needed or offered the help, but now that he’d confirmed his interest, she was intrigued enough to want to know more. 

[puckador]

Puck was fairly certain the post college plans being discussed now had only really been spoken about to his adviser and Professor Walsh. Then again, Puck wasn't exactly the kind of person people went around asking questions about degrees and classes with. He had never come off as the kind of person to talk about school with, the mohawk tended to defer people from thinking it was. After the topics he and Marley covered, he had assumed she would be even less inclined to speak to him. But, again, she was proving to be a much nicer person than anyone he had met before. It was strange, but it wasn't unwelcomed. At least she wasn't telling him how terrible of a person he was. Or, well, had been, "I dunno yet. I mean, I kinda do, but I kinda don't."

He laughed a little at his vague answer, he suddenly felt a little unsure. Again, he had never divulged in to himself like this and it made him nervous in a way. As if everything he was about to say would sound very, very stupid. Even if his answer wasn't detailed, it was an answer, and it did let him have a prime slot to change over to the girl. She knew more about him than he knew about her, and something in him wanted to change that, "What about you? Going for something music-y or has Walsh made you decide you want outta the game?"

[puckador]

HOMETOWN GLORY → Puckerose [Tuesday after class]

[justmarley-rose]

Too be honest, Marley had given Puck the perfect opportunity to make a break for it, to not have to walk some random sophomore back to her dorm and to avoid the whole awkward blast from the past. If anything, she’d expected him to jump at the opportunity before the entire sentence had left her lips, but inside he offered - or more like asked, to stay and continue - which surprised her to say the least. “If you’re sure.” she mentioned. It’s not that she wanted him to leave, it was just clear that they weren’t the same kind of people and she didn’t want to waste his night reminiscing about the past. The fact that he claimed he wanted to make sure he got there seemed nice, but Marley didn’t read to much into it. His finally sentence however, made her laugh a little. despite her efforts not to. “I didn’t think you were, but I appreciate the disclaimer” she teased slightly.

Sure, she didn’t totally trust him or know what he was about, but she wasn’t going to treat him like crap when he was taking time out of his night just to walk her home and make sure she was okay. So, she hoped her attempted to lighten the mood was maybe helping.

[puckador]

Puck had never gone and hoped for around ten different things in such a short amount of time. He went from hoping that she didn't actually go to his high school, to hoping he had not bullied her, to hoping her mom wasn't the lunch lady, to hoping that Marley wasn't going to say he should leave her alone. He wouldn't of blamed her if she did, but he still hoped she wouldn't. So when she said, or well, didn't oppose to him staying he was glad at least one thing he was hoping for was happening. Again, he knew it didn't really make anything better, but it made him feel less crappy simply because she wasn't telling him to go after knowing not so great things about him. She even laughed at his joke. It wasn't so much that he wanted to feel less guilty about things, but more along the lines of he felt more separated from his past self when people didn't judge him. She was the first person, however, who knew the past him and the current him, and still was not judging, "Figured you'd wanna know I was just walking you to your dorm hall, not your room."

Silence fell again, it wasn't as awkward as before but it was still just a little bit. There weren't many more steps to take though at least. Puck then remembered something he failed to answer before that would at least fill the space between then and now, "I don't think I wanna be a professor." He said, the abrupt manner similar to like when Marley mentioned she lived in a dorm after so much time past between when she should have answered and when she did, "For my degree stuff, when I finish with college. I kinda wanna be a 'music consultant'." He put his fingers up to do air quotes before dropping them down to his side again, "It's just a fancy ass name for a music agent." 

[puckador]

HOMETOWN GLORY → Puckerose [Tuesday after class]

[justmarley-rose]

She heard the tone in his voice, and assumed the reason why. Practically everyone at that school made fun of her mom while she worked there, and figured Puck - being in that group - was no exception. Either way she just nodded, “Yeah, that’s her.” 

Marley had changed a significant bit since high school too. Sure, she was still kind and trusting. Soft spoken at times. But there was a time when she would surround herself with people who really didn’t care for her, just because they’d claim to be different than what they seemed. Now, she refused to be so blind. Teacher’s assistant or not - it neither proved nor disproved Puck’s seemingly ‘new and improved’ attitude. She didn’t want to judge him based on his status quo, but in saying that she had seen his actions live and heard things through friends, and assumed the only reason she never got a slushy to the face back then was because of he quiet, slightly invisible nature. “I can see the building from here. I’m sure I’ll be fine the rest of the way.” she commented, with an polite but slightly forced smile. 

[puckador]

Puck wasn't all that sure of what to say in response to Marley as she confirmed what he had hoped she wouldn't. It wasn't like she had told him he had thrown a slushie to her face or that he had done something to her. She didn't say she knew he had contributed to a lot of the bullying at their high school, or even say how it was obvious he had been the ring leader in it his senior year. The thing about it was that Marley didn't have to say any of that because Puck already knew it. He felt terrible about it but he had never faced those demons. He just moved past them which was much different. And he felt that heavy sense of guilt he often tried to ignore. As Marley spoke up again, obviously trying to dismiss him since she probably felt uncomfortable now, he looked up to see any building in their sight.

Naturally, Puck wanted to run away from Marley because that was how he tended to deal with things. Ignore or run away. But since he couldn't go around making up for what he did, or what she thought he did, something in him decided against going his typical route, "If it's cool with you, I kinda wanna make sure you get there." It wouldn't all that much longer of a walk, so they likely wouldn't talk again, but still. It seemed important, "I'm not gonna like follow you in or anything though." 

[puckador]

HOMETOWN GLORY → Puckerose [Tuesday after class]

[justmarley-rose]

Marley couldn’t help feeling a little ridiculous now. Maybe she should have kept her mouth shut and acted completely oblivious, so she didn’t look like some -in awe- student who fawned over the schools bad boy. Actually that could be considered the opposite of the truth. If she recalled correctly, Puck had a thing for throwing people in the dumpster with his jock friends, and those people were generally her friends. She generally remained under the radar as a freshman but when she got into her sophomore year was when the bullying started for her. It was only until she was in Professor Walsh’s class and saw a seemingly changed Puck as a TA that she decided she wasn’t going to hold him to old high school ways, still, despite being extremely trusting in typical Marley fashion, she wasn’t sure how reformed Puck was - or seemed to be. For all she knew it was his ‘mature act’ to get with students. Or maybe he had changed. Either way, she wasn’t going to judge or comment on it. Especially since she was positive this wasn’t going to become a regular thing, they’d probably go back to not talking to each other once she was safe back at her dorm.  ”Yeah, I did.”  she told him, “Actually, my mom worked there.” she told him, 

Though there’s no way he would have known that she was the lunch lady’s daughter when he attended anyways. 

[puckador]

The 90 degree turn around that had happened moments before was quickly going back to being at the place it originally was. He had fallen out of touch with the friends he made in high school because, as he always had known, they weren't really his friends. In his first few years of college he invited some of the guys up to join him in nights of insanity, but after almost losing his scholarship during the second semester of his sophomore year, he stopped doing that. He had made some genuine friends in college, and his now ex-team mates were like family to him in a way. But he had never ran in to someone that hadn't been apart of his crowd in high school before and the possibilities on what she knew about him were endless. Though none were good. He tried to think of the staff that worked at his school and that was why her name rang a not so loud bell. He didn't recall Marley, but he recalled the Rose part of it. Miss. Rose the lunchlady that the cheerleaders use to make fun of, "Was she the lunchlady at Hudson?" 

Part of him hoped the answer was no, but based off the energy of things, the answer was likely going to be yes. Puck didn't join in on that teasing when it came to the staff member, he was strictly pranks and physical harassment. However, he still knew what was said and it felt like his past might have been catching up to him in the form of this girl he was walking to her dorm. Though he was at least 90% sure he hadn't actually done anything to Marley directly. Or more like he hoped not.