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@puckthehalls
text 📲 pinn
FINN: Thanks man.
FINN: You always come through when I need you to.
FINN: How's the whole army thing going? Where are you in the whole process? I realize we haven't talked much about it since, which I feel bad about.
FINN: But we should. I don't want it to be weird. I wanna hear about it.
PUCK: Don't tell anyone else that. They might start expecting shit.
PUCK: Don't feel bad, dude. No one's really asking about it. It's fine.
PUCK: I got a test in a couple weeks.
Text 📲 Open
Tina: What are you doing Wednesday night?
PUCK: No plans yet. Why? Something going on?
iMESSAGE 📲 SEBPUCK
PUCK: This weekend is when I'm supposed to be watching Hannah cuz my mom's got a bunch of shit going on with work, but I'll see if I can convince her to go to my aunt's or sleep over with one of her friends.
PUCK: So like, a tentative in for this party if that's allowed.
text 📲 pinn
FINN: I'm not. I'm buying ME a book.
FINN: I know Quinn's really into reading and I haven't read anything I wasn't assigned in school since like the fifth grade.
FINN: I dunno, it's something she's into and I wanna be able to talk to her about it, you know?
PUCK: Oh cool, man. She'll like that.
PUCK: Try like, the classics. Oscar Wilde is her guy. The dude Kurt dressed up as for that party.
PUCK: Whatever she reads is like, way above my head all the time.
LOCATION: Denny’s.
TIME: Close to midnight on Friday.
OPEN TO: Anyone.
Spending time alone was totally underrated. Seriously. Everyone was always talking about how they wanted someone with them at all times or whatever, but Puck liked nights like this when he got to recharge and think through shit alone. Not that he didn’t like spending time with his friends and his girlfriend, but like, there was a calmness about a quiet night.
Also, a plate of greasy ass fries at midnight was never a bad thing.
Puck was mid way through downing a glass of water when the bell above the Denny’s door chimed and he looked up, making eye contact with a familiar face.
iMESSAGE 📲 OPEN
PUCK: So, I heard you had some big plans this weekend.
iMESSAGE 📲 Pucktina
TINA: At least she cares enough to lay it on a little thick? My dad says the saddest thing is when people just stop caring. I think that's what he saw happen to his parents; they just stopped caring about even the littlest things when it came to each other. Or that's how it seems to me by what he said.
TINA: She mentioned you guys had fought but were good now so that's good.
PUCK: Yeah, good point. That's a good way to look at things.
PUCK: Yeah, all talked out.
text 📲 pinn
FINN: Dude.
FINN: Do you know what Quinn's favorite book is? Or literally any book she likes?
FINN: I was gonna get the bible, but apparently religion is a weird area for her right now idk.
PUCK: Yeah. I know most things she likes.
PUCK: Why are you buying Quinn a book, man?
mckennaro:
“McKenna, yeah, or Kenna. Sometimes Mck. I’ll answer to whatever,” she said with a smile, walking further into the room and setting her cello case down. “I started teaching myself guitar, I’m not that great at it, really. It turns out that my cello skills haven’t translated to that,” she joked.
“t I’ve been good on violin and cello for a long time, piano too,” she told him, and at the prodigy comment, she covered her mouth and giggled, “Oh my, I don’t know about that, I think the term band geek is a little more appropriate…” she trailed off. “If you need to practice somethin’ for New Directions, I can certainly help you out and play whatever you need?”
“Right, then nice to officially meet you, McKenna, Kenna and sometimes Mck,” Puck smiled. He stood up and shoved his hands in his pockets, then wandered around the front of the piano to lean against it, legs crossed at the ankles. He didn’t know a lot of people that enjoyed playing classical instruments. It was pretty cool to see someone passionate about that shit.
“I’m not really an overachiever when it comes to Glee,” Puck shrugged. “I think this week’s mashup with Kitty is the first time I’ve actually tried in a while.” Honestly, Puck wasn’t sure what even kept him in New Directions. There was some fucked up sense of loyalty at first that got knocked on it’s head when half the group deflected to the Warblers. He wasn’t going to college so it wasn’t like he needed the extra curriculars. “But that sounds good. If I need a hand, I’ll keep you on speed dial. Or just wait around the music rooms for a minute. I’m sure you’ll show up sooner rather than later.”
iMESSAGE 📲 Pucktina
TINA: Right. If nothing else the next episode will air and people will move onto the next bit of "news".
TINA: How was your date? Marley was telling me a little about it.
PUCK: It was good. The Rockets won. She was laying it on a little thick for yelling at me last week, though. Told her I didn't need anything fancy.
iMESSAGE 📲 Pucktina
TINA: Sure I know he's a good guy. That's kind of how we got here. I just didn't want to talk about it. I wanted to just get over it or something and no one needed to know. Now things are weird with people and it's just... why I never wanted to talk about it in the first place.
TINA: I loved the movie. A good rom com was exactly the good feeling I needed to end this week.
PUCK: So don't let it be weird. You're kinda in control of that. People'll forget about it in a day or two.
PUCK: Cool. Glad you had fun.
iMESSAGE 📲 Pucktina
TINA: This week has been rough. I know I need to be more open and not so guarded, but it's not easy when people are in your business and you don't want them to be. Or the parts you don't want them to be, is more like it.
TINA: I went to the mall and the new bistro that opened up down down on Monday, I went to the cafe near my place one night, and then I saw a movie Friday night.
TINA: Regular social butterfly-- lol. I liked it though.
PUCK: Right, with the show and shit. Finn's a good guy, though. I don't think you gotta be like... I dunno. If I say embarrassed or ashamed about how it happened you'll probably tell me that's the wrong thing, so... whatever rough feeling you got, you probably don't need to feel it.
PUCK: Oh, yeah. Marley told me y'all went to a movie. Sounds like a fun time.
smythesexual:
LOCATION: Local Post Office
TIME: Friday After School
OPEN TO: Anyone. (Preferably those not in his ‘core group’.)
Sebastian held the brown envelop in both hands, staring down at the address scrawled across the front in his messy handwriting and swallowed hard. This was new. This was scary, and honestly as he stood in front of the post office, out in the cold, his cheeks turning red and his breath visible he hesitated. Being so unsure of himself was new, and while Blaine had proofed and assured him this piece of work was something worth sharing - he knew his boyfriend came with a certain amount of bias. This was personal. Sure, not as personal as his manuscripts. Not as personal as his journal. But for Sebastian, writing had always been something he’d held very close to the chest. Ever since the passing of his mother at least. It had been years since he’d been published, and he wondered if the few times in France he’d had the opportunity to have others read his work had been a fluke, or if he really did possess a special talent. He hoped it was the latter, as writing had not only become cathartic for him, but a passion. One he hoped to pursue. A few more moments of contemplation before he nodded, this was something he had to do - no matter the outcome, and with a sharp intake of breath he was in the post office, paying his fee and sending the carefully worded piece off for submission.
Somehow, it was always Puck that got relegated to pick up all of his mom’s shit from the post office; that woman had an Amazon Prime subscription that paid for itself within a week, and she set up this complex system of like, recurring orders for shit that she forgot to buy at the grocery store or couldn’t because of her work hours. Regardless, Puck learned a long time ago not to question it and made stopping at the post office by the school a pretty routine part of his day.
As he stood in line with a claim ticket in hand, Puck didn’t expect to see Sebastian walk in with what could only be described as a look of nervousness on his face and clutching a brown envelope. Huh.
The two of them were... something kind of like friends. Maybe. Fuck, that seemed to be the words he would use to describe his relationship with 90% of the people he interacted with lately. Were friends, then weren’t friends, back to maybe kind of friends. Fuck. Whatever.
“Hey man,” Puck nodded, tucking the box containing his mom’s most recent purchase under his arm. “How’s it going?”
iMESSAGE 📲 Pucktina
TINA: I like school; which is why I said independent study.
TINA: Right. And crazy shit is exactly my wheel house anyway.
TINA: I just would like to actually have plans even one day a week that involve something more than my family. It doesn't have to be wild. Just /not/ alone. Shopping, a movie, getting ice cream... is that really asking so much?
TINA: I was lucky this week.... I had plans a couple of days. It was nice.
PUCK: I meant like, being at the school part of school.
PUCK: What'd you do?
iMESSAGE 📲 PUCKITTY
KITTY: And how's Marley taking that?
KITTY: I know that when it came to me and Tana I didn't wanna do the LDR thing like...at all.
PUCK: We had our fight about it and figured it out.
PUCK: I get that. But sometimes you gotta do what's best for you and hope shit works out.
mckennaro:
McKenna didn’t really know Noah Puckerman personally, but she’d seen him around, and his name was one of the more notable ones around the hallways that she was still so new to. She’d just left the band room to pick up her cello for the day and passed one of the other rehearsal rooms - she assumed it was one of the show choir’s rehearsal rooms, when music caught her ear and stopped her in her tracks as it tended to do.
She turned her head towards the room and saw Noah, and thought it was only polite to say hello - she was trying hard to make some sort of connection with someone in this school, but they all seemed so tight knit already that it ended up just making her miss home. However, it was her nature to remain optimistic no matter what, and she wasn’t going to stop trying just yet.
“Hey,” McKenna said as she walked in, “Oh, no. I just heard you playin’ and I was…well, my mama says that if someone were to play piano from miles away, I’d probably hear it and poke my head in,” she laughed, giving a shrug, “Do ya play, or are you just messin’ around?”
“Oh, no big,” Puck nodded. He turned his body toward his visitor and fiddled with his hands in his lap. He fidgeted a lot lately, and fucking hated that it got to the point where he could identify it but not do shit-all about it. “McKenna, right?” he answered.
She was fairly new - not like, last week or anything like that, but new enough - and Puck didn’t really know a lot about her. He wasn’t sure that there were a lot of people that did, actually. “I do a little bit,” Puck paused. “Play. Piano. And guitar, actually. My Ma wanted me to take lessons when I was little and I got fed up at about ten, so now I mostly just play by ear.”
Puck licked his lips and leaned forward to rest his palms on his thighs, pushing them forward and then pulling them back again to sit high on his legs. “What about you? I think I’ve seen you around with an instrument or two. Do we got another musical prodigy walking the halls of North Shore?”