just let me stay by your side, that would be enough PUCK | 18 | SINGLE; Noah Puckerman, senior at St. Nudes school for sausages. Good thing I'm kosher, am I right? If you're looking for me, you can find me in the janitor's closet outside of the 2nd floor bathroom third period. Otherwise, you'll probably find me with the hubby, Finn Hudson. Any and all complaints about me or something I've done can go straight to him. If you're a loser or ugly, don't talk to me, but if you're a hot chick, go ahead and hit us up. "Yeah, I tried to do the right thing, but I ended up fucking your sister." - The To Do List (var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5177656"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "http://freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write(""); out of var fhsh = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id_h = "3067025"; fhsh.src = "http://freehostedscripts.net/ocount.php?site="+fhs_id_h+"&name=&a=1"; document.head.appendChild(fhsh);document.write(""); .)
This is beyond terrible. It’s a Friday night and this socialite is so bored, I’ve taken to counting the tiles on the kitchen ceiling. I may even pay someone if they give me something -almost anything- to do, that isn’t drinking. A girl has to watch her figure, and God knows how many calories are in fruity drinks.
Shoulda hit me up, Blondie. I woulda made your night...interesting. I guess it’s still not too late. Could have some drinks then “work off” them calories, if you catch my drift.
I found my old ass flip-phone and guess what still works on the damn thing -- Tetris. Now, I’ve got to beat my high score from when I was like 11 and kickin’ ass in detention, which is a lot harder than I thought it was gonna be. Apparently, I was some kind of Tetris God, and now I’m like, decent at best. I think we should have a tournament and see who sucks less.
In the UES, everyone is out to get everyone else; it’s all part of it. But, just for curiosities sake, if I for some reason did decide to go on one date with you… Describe it for me. I’d like to know what I would be getting myself into.
I’ll lay it all out on the table right now for you, Q: I don’t got anything up my sleeve other than takin’ a hot chick out for a good time.
Nothin’ too serious, I guess. Dress up, go to dinner somewhere that you’ll bitch and moan about the food bein’ lower than you but you know it tastes good, take you out on the town and show you off to everybody if it’s nice out, maybe stop and get some ice cream, shoot the shit for a while, and if it gets too late, I’ll walk you home and call it a night. That sound like absolute torture to you?
Just let things run their course? I’m in love with her, dude. I can’t not have her in my life, you know? That’s the difference with her and Quinn. If Quinn goes off to Yale and I never speak to her again… Sure. I’ll be bummed, but if Kitty left, man… That would break me. She asked about me? Really? Wait. You’re talking to her? That’s nice of you. I didn’t think y’all were besties that checked up on each other after breakups.
I guess people aren’t used to seeing me sad around here. Maybe she misses my smile. Or, like I said, she’s trying to poison me. Either way… Free ice cream. I’m glad you’ve got a job, man. I should find one too. Or I don’t know. Figure out what I want to do with my life that doesn’t require college. Maybe I’ll enlist. Like my Dad. Hey, man. We’ll fix this graduation thing. We’ve tackled big stuff before. I’ve been burning the letters, man. I told her about the first couple, but I’m tired of letting people down.
Does she realize that you feel that way, man? She thinks you’re tryin’ to get your hands in Q’s pants instead of Kitten’s shirt, or whatever. She ain’t feelin’ good enough. Uh...Kitty leaving is a possibility, dude, so you better get on that shit. Show her that...that shit is worth working for, because she’s been considering what it woulda been like if she’d left. Of course she asked about you, bro. She’s...she’s crazy for you. We’re friends. Friends check up on each other.
Maybe I should act sad more often so I can get some frozen-y goodness. Yeah, I figured I couldn’t pass up the money, and I ain’t above takin’ money from the rich because I’m poor, you feel me? You wanna enlist? ...Maybe that ain’t such a bad idea to look into. I don’t know, dude. It’s...it’s probably too late by now, and it ain’t like I’m great at gettin’ work done or paying attention in class. It’s like my brain just shuts down or somethin’. Yer not lettin’ her down, bro. She’d probably try and help you, if she knew. But I do get why you’d hide ‘em. I’d hide ‘em too. Better to look lazy than look like a fuckin’ failure after trying. I hate that feeling.
KITTY: No. I'm not exactly Saintly when it comes to my own records.
KITTY: That's just it. I don't want to give him a chance to make mistakes. I don't want him to make mistakes because they hurt me. Him flirting with her hurts me. Him not understanding why I was upset about it hurts me. And those won't even compare if he actually does something with her.
KITTY: I've never had to trust someone like this.
KITTY: Probably another motive. She and Q. run in the same top tier social circles, after all.
KITTY: Why not just get ice cream before tonight?
[TIME SKIP TO RIGHT NOW]
PUCK: [PEACH EMOJI]
PUCK: Fair enough. You ever wish it was smaller?
PUCK: You can't cage him, Kat. He's a human being, not a dog. You just gotta hope none of that shit happens and he realizes he's being a moron for flirting with Q when he's got a catch like you waiting for him at home.
PUCK: It sucks, don't it? An awful feelin
PUCK: I guess it was her latina paternal instincts kickin' in, tryin to take care of a baby face like Hudson
PUCK: Last night didn't go that bad other than that shit tho. I ended up downing a few red bulls instead of getting any ice cream though :(
KITTY: Your little black book is the phonebook, isn't it?
KITTY: I will. I'll text you. I'll be running around tonight, so I'll probably pass you once or twice.
KITTY: Yeah. I'm just scared that he's going to "bounce back" after the damage is done. He was basically in love with her before. Who's to say that it won't happen again?
KITTY: Santana? Seriously? That's... I didn't know that Satan could hold ice cream without it turning into a mush-mess. Whatever. Probably because you'd rather have women when you're sad.
PUCK: [WINKY EMOJI]
PUCK: A small phone book, probably. Does that bother you?
PUCK: Good.
PUCK: People change, Shortcake. Don't let her get to you or she wins and that's that. He cares about you, but he's a dude and he makes mistakes. You just gotta give him a chance.
PUCK: You know he's in bad shape when she's pitying him. I'm surprised she crawled out of whatever hell hole she 'resides' in to come and be around us mortals
PUCK: True. Very true. I do like ice cream though. It could be a tie. Why not both?
Do you think she’ll ever take me back? I can’t see her ever getting over this, dude. And it’s driving me nuts. When I say I can’t lose her, man. I mean it.
What’s got you so down today? I’m actually getting ice cream with Santana. I lowkey think she’s gonna poison me, man. I don’t trust it. She’s being too nice. You’re not a loser. You’re the coolest guy I know. And you’ve got a job to do tonight at Mason’s club. I don’t wanna keep you from that… I’m really proud of you. You might not graduate? Dude? What? That can’t be right.
I don’t know, dude. Girls are complicated. Just...let things run their course, y’know? The more you force shit, the worse it gets. I just go with the flow and usually problems start to solve themselves with a little elbow grease when shit gets stuck. She...she asked how you were doin’.
Snixxybitch? What the hell-- why don’t I ever get any ice cream? I mean, she might dude. Just watch her hands at all times-- she’s like a goddamn viper. And you’re the coolest guy I know (’cept me and Steven Tyler) dude. I do got a job, which is good, ‘cos I’mma need some gas when the summer comes around if I gotta drive my bike everywhere. Thanks, bro. It...was actually kind of cool for Chicken Legs Twin to give me the gig. Yeah...got the letter and hid it from Gammy. I know she’d throw a goddamn fit if I showed her. How’s Carole takin’ the rejections for you?
KITTY: Okay, /mom/. On stage? ...I don't know about that.
KITTY: Oh, please. I would never do that. I just meant the...I don't know. I don't trust them together. And a part of me feels like she knows exactly what she's doing (I know my own kind) and Finn is clueless and that's what I'm worried about.
KITTY: ... Let me know how he is? Is he... I timed him out and we haven't spoken since. I want to make sure that there weren't anymore wall punches, or anything.
PUCK: Both sets ;)
PUCK: Pretty sure everyone in the Manhattan area has been notified.
PUCK: Alright, alright. At least text me and let me know how you're doing, or whatever. Or don't.
PUCK: Of course she knows what she's doing; she's a harpy, KitKat. She's got her pretty little manicured fingers wrapped around most of the people in St. Judes. But Finn's his own man, he'll bounce right back when he realizes that she's trying to get into his head (and I guess into his pants).
PUCK: I think he's just moping at this point. Lopez is gettin' him some ice cream, so you know he's sad when she's helpin' him out. Why doesn't she ever get me ice cream when I'm sad?
KITTY: I'm positive. I have to get ready for tonight, anyway. Carbs will just slow me down and if I want to make it through the night without breaking down then I need to just power through.
KITTY: That would be an amazing trick if I could. Finn is... I love him, Puck. I really do. I think it might be the real kind, too, and not just the dumb High School version. But I don't know how to come back for this. Not when I feel this way towards them.
KITTY: I do. I know.
PUCK: Crazy cute dimples.
PUCK: You sayin' I'm easy? 'Cos that's totally right.
PUCK: Promise me you'll eat somethin' at least? Don't want you to pass out on stage or nothin'.
PUCK: Give it some time. I know you think you ain't got much, but the last thing that you need is to like, snap and stab him or somethin
PUCK: Good. Is there...anything I /can/ do for you without, like, overstepping your boundaries or anything?
It’s fine… It isn’t fine, but I don’t wanna talk about it.
Thanks for believing me, dude. Today ain’t my day. Or whatever. I got rejected by three more schools. #8, #9, and #10. I don’t even have the energy to hate Gossip Girl anymore. I just want to sit in the dark for a while and not get up.
It ain’t mine either. You wanna like, come over and like, play video games or something? Or chill in the dark and listen to some 80′s rock and just chill. We can...be losers together or something. Jewsus knows I ain’t gettin’ into any colleges. I might not even graduate. Got that letter Wednesday, and I’ve just been sittin’ on it, you know?
KITTY: You're crazy. I wouldn't ask you to do that.
KITTY: But...you really think all of that about me?
KITTY: Fair points, but I'd probably be able to make friends in Poland. Maybe. Or at least have fancy dinners at long, elegant tables. ...Maybe. I haven't been there in a while. I don't know what it's like nowadays, to be honest.
KITTY: You are.
KITTY: That's not what I meant. Just not right now. Things exploded last night and I hate it and drama is stupid, especially when I'm in the middle of it. I just want things to go well for tonight and to move on.
PUCK: I would do it, you know. If you asked me to.
[SMALL PAUSE]
PUCK: Yeah, I do.
PUCK: You want to eat at a long ass table with a bunch of people you don't like? 'Cos that can be arranged.
PUCK: No I ain't. I said you were right, and you're right. There ain't a damn thing I can do about it, so if you want me gone, I'm gone.
[REALLY LONG PAUSE]
PUCK: But you know I wanna be here for you, right?
