Noah Puckerman and responsibility didn’t often go hand in hand in most people’s heads, but most people didn’t really dwell on the life he lead. There was a fine line he liked to think he walked between of being a total bad ass and not managing to completely fuck up everything he did. Sure it wasn’t a high standard, but it wasn’t like anyone went around holding him to those besides his mom. And even she had given up in some departments. But still, the fact was, one thing he did do was stock up on protection for his endeavors. He had learned one too many times that either the pill wasn’t reliable or he didn’t ask girls if they were on it as much as he thought. Either way, it was important to remain stocked up.
Grabbing his usual Trojan Magnum Thin, Puck was about to be on his way before his eyes caught onto another brand. Given he had started to dip his toes into fucking around with dudes, he was mulling over the idea of needing to buy some variety pack too. What even was the average dick size? Wouldn’t he only need other condom sizes if he was going to get fucked? Was he even into that after juvie left its own impression? Quickly turning into a guy spending way too much time in the “sexual health” section of the drug store, Puck grabbed another pack of condoms without looking at it deciding it was good enough. For now, he was just going to go to the Pharmacy counter and pay for the purchases. He didn’t have shame or anything about what he was buying, he just wanted to see if the hot Pharmacist was there.
As he neared the counter he noticed someone else waiting– a line of one wasn’t bad. And then Puck realized the frame of who it was was a familiar one. Next came in the blonde hair that only recently made its appearance, and then came in the way the woman was carrying herself. As if she didn’t want to be seen but didn’t quite realize how hard to miss she actually was, “Well well well, if it ain’t Ginsburg’s newest blonde,” Puck called out, walking over to Marley Rose as if he didn’t have two boxes of condoms in hand. He nodded at her in greeting as well as soon as Puck was sure he had Marley’s attention, “Fancy seeing you here, Rose. You on a condom run too?” He teased, turning on his heel to rest his arms up and lean against the counter top beside Marley, giving her no choice in having to acknowledge him. That was kind of his thing.
It wasn’t like she was prepared for spending much time in public, her blonde hair had been up in a ponytail since last night and she was wearing her biggest sweater. What was meant to be a quick in-and-out was turning into the better part of the hour, going at the slowest pace imaginable to add insult to injury. So, after twenty-five minutes of waiting and wandering the store, Marley found herself still waiting in line with her wallet in hand. Not even any of the mascara or nail polish caught her interest, her laser focus could only rest on watching the pharmacist as he fixed her order.
Considering how few people she actually knew on campus, seeing the familiar face out of the corner of her eye was as unexpected as the rest of the errand. She tried to match his cool and easy tone, but there was something about him that always caught her a little off guard. She was still trying to figure out if that was a good thing. “Would you be surprised if I said that pharmacies have more than just condoms?” Marley’s voice hushed on the last word, and her nose involuntarily scrunched at the bridge when saying condom. Puck may have been the kind of person to be able to talk about things like that without thought, but even talking about it between the two of them made her head hurt. “Maaaybe I’m here to get some candles, or cough drops.”
She offered him a small smile, trying not to seem as off guard as she actually was. She had no clue how he could be so comfortable going up to her and asking about birth control, especially considering the two of them had never found much in common before. He was always on one side of the spectrum, she was on the other -- it wasn’t like condoms were going to change that. “I’m actually waiting for something and I wouldn’t want to keep you from your, uh, lucky lady. I think --” She was interrupted by a third voice coming from a few feet away, instinctively looking over to a shocked pharmacist. It was a few moments before the words fully sunk in -- “Have you ever been on prozac before?”. It was a soft punch to her gut, but she tried not to show any of it on her face. If she was lucky, he wasn’t listening and didn’t hear it. If she was unlucky, she’d need to explain. There was only one way to find out, but she didn’t intend on facing it in that moment. “I think I ought to go.” She grabbed the white prescription bag and tucked it under her arm, prepared to turn on her heel to leave the store as quickly as possible.