she was covered in blood. a large gash on her cheek from something’s claws. she had torn off the skirt of her expensive dress to her knees so she could run easier in her stilettos. bruises on her ribcage, on her arms. she was weak from using too much magic, even with so many other witches fighting along side her. still -- one thought kept her running through the night. seth. she had to find seth. was he alive? was he injured? was he dying right now? she hated herself for letting him out of her sight. daphne knew she wasn’t cut out for this. she wasn’t a hero, she wasn’t like her brother. practically having to drag her tired body, she considers going home. she wasn’t going to find him. maybe he was among the taken, or even dead. she starts to head out of the outskirts of town, maybe home, maybe not. staggering steps finally led into town, where she spotted a head of red hair. “seth!” daphne cries out in a rough, choked tone. running now, she practically crashes into the tall human. “where the fuck have you been?! are you hurt?”
What: Pierceman make a porno. Brittany asks Puck for help. Sex happens. No really. They bang in his classroom.
Brittany really wasn’t thrilled about chaperoning the upcoming dance, but there were worse things, she guessed. She would at least hopefully be able to prevent any egregious sexual mistakes. She was already planning to stuff her pockets (or purse, depending on what she decided to wear) with condoms to distribute. However, she knew she might get in trouble for that. She needed an ally. She knew Mr. Puckerman had said he was going to chaperone, so she thought she may be able to count on him to help her out.
After school let out, she walked up to his classroom and knocked on the door, leaning against the frame until he acknowledged her.
Puck had been reading over a few in-class essays about Hindu practices. These little assignments were some of his favorites because they were like little glimpses into his students' minds about how well they grasped what he was teaching. Some got it better than others, but he could tell most of them were at least thinking about things in a new way. The knock at the door brought him out of his thoughts and he looked up to find the new school nurse standing in his doorframe. Outside of a brief introduction, Puck hadn't interacted with her much, but she was definitely hot. So he couldn't figure out why. With a grin, his whole demeanor changed, and he turned on the charm. "Hey, come in." He waved her over and then moved to the front of his desk to lean on it and cross his arms, waiting for her to approach.
Brittany stepped into the classroom, a polite smile on her face. “Hi,” she greeted. She took in the teacher’s appearance. She didn’t remember having a teacher like him when she was in school. Sure, she had teachers that students had crushes on. But she felt like most of the really hot ones had been women. She didn’t remember a guy looking remotely like him. She wondered if the kids were fazed by it or if it was just Brittany thought he was attractive now. “I wanted to run something by you about the dance next week,” she said.
That was a surprise, but he had left the invitation to be his date open-ended. He definitely wouldn't mind having her as a date and then later on her back on his bed, or bent over, he wasn't too picky about it. He licked his lips at the thought. "Yeah? What's that?"
“I wanted to know if I could have your support,” she began, stepping farther inside and taking it upon herself to take a seat in front of him at a desk. “Your support in sort of… advocating being smart about engaging in sexual activity. Basically, I’d like to hand out condoms on the down-low. I really, really don’t want any of these kids to do what can’t really be undone and ruin their lives, you know?” She didn’t have a problem talking about sex, obviously. But sometimes she realized she needed to try to be less casual about it, especially around people she didn’t know well and didn’t know their thoughts on casual sex. So, she tried to sound a little more clinical than she normally would.
Puck's eyebrows lifted in surprise. He definitely hadn't been expecting her to say that. "Are you trying to lose your job or what?" He countered in an amused tone. He widened his stance a little, causing his pants to stretch across his unstiffened member.
“Uh, no,” said Brittany, her eyes momentarily drifting to the bulge in his pants. Damn it. Oldest trick in the book and she fell for it. At least it was only for a second. “That’s why I need some help. I know I’m not supposed to promote anything except abstinence,” she explained. “But that’s just stupid, as far as I’m concerned.”
"No, I totally agree with you. I mean, when I was in high school I was with most of the girls in school." And some of their mothers, but he left that out. "I would've benefited more from someone giving me a condom, but these parents here aren't fucking around. They would sue the school." He smirked when he saw her eyes drifting to his crotch. God, he could totally get in there, and he totally wanted to be. "So what's your plan?
“Yeah, I know they would be really pissed,” Brittany shrugged. “It’s not like I want this to be my line in the sand or anything. Like, I don’t want it to cost me my job here or anything. I like it a lot. But I also don’t want the kids to be irresponsible. At the very least because then I’m going to have to deal with some of the aftermath.” She noticed his smirk and cursed herself again for falling for his trick. Oh well. It wasn’t like she was sorry she looked. “I don’t know what my plan is. I mean, I don’t want to start monitoring the kids who look like they’re about to fuck on the dance floor and just appear with condoms like some kind of Sex Fairy,” she explained. “I just thought it would be easier to manage if I could get someone else on staff on board.”
Puck nodded. It seriously wasn't a bad idea, but these parents around here were the waspiest of all the WASPs. They would never go for it. "Yeah no, I get that. I'm just not sure how you'd get away with it. I think it would have to be off campus somehow. Then you're more untouchable." He scratched at the scruff on his chin. He was pretty stumped by this.
Brittany crossed her legs under the desk and looked up at the man in front of her. “I just know it can be a spur of the moment thing. I don’t know how many of them are planning on having sex as of now. Like, they probably wouldn’t take me up on the offer. To provide condoms, I mean.”
Puck moved until he was standing directly in front of her, his crotch nearly at eye level. "Yeah, I'm really familiar with those spur of the moment kinds of situations. I mean, I'm prepared even now, just in case a hot nurse walks into my classroom, and can't stop looking at my bulge. I know I could go and close the door right now and make the most of my two free periods." He let the proposition hang in the air between them. "So maybe you can do something the day before the dance someplace just off campus so that they'll be prepared."
Brittany crossed her arms and sat back in her chair, eyeing him. She could tell he was serious and she didn't know what to do about that. She almost rolled her eyes and told him the way to get her into bed, or whatever, wasn't to sound like a cheesy porn actor. But then she remembered that she was at one time a cheesy porn actor and she didn't really have a leg to stand on. "And why would this hot nurse want to spend the next two free periods doing whatever you're thinking of?" She didn't think that setting up a condom stand off campus was a terrible idea. But she also didn't know if it was the solution she was looking for.
Puck could be cocky at times, probably too cocky for his own damn good, but he also knew he could deliver on his prowess. He shrugged and looked directly into her eyes. "Well because it's a great way to spend a few hours. I mean I can think of like way worse shit to do for a few hours than sharing a half a dozen orgasms. I think you're hot. The idea of just closing and locking my door but knowing we could maybe get caught is really sexy. I'd love to see what you look like bent over my desk with my cock sliding in and out of you. You won't have to worry about anyone else knowing. I wouldn't do shit like that. I just really want you right now, and I think you want me too. Oh, and I have condoms on me. So...I'm totally prepared."
“You are… very forward, Mr. Puckerman,” Brittany finally settled on, though not declining his offer. Not yet, anyway. He wasn’t the kind of guy she would usually go for. Or rather, his attitude wasn’t. He was undeniably attractive, though. She didn’t know if this was the best idea though. She worked with him. Couldn’t that get messy? Granted, she didn’t really have a firm grasp on reasonable office politics, given that this was her first job that didn’t actively involve fucking her coworkers.
With a chuckle, Puck shrugged again. "I'm not really one for beating around the bush. I know what I like and I state it directly. I don't like complications." He wanted that to be clear. He wasn't looking for a girlfriend. At least not directly he wasn't, but the sex could just be a one time thing, a little fun for a few hours or a few days or whatever and that would be okay too.
“Me either,” Brittany agreed. She thought about it for another moment. He was a good looking man and if it was bad, then at least she could walk away with a fun story. She figured they wouldn’t get caught, and she didn’t think anyone would wander into her office during the downtime. After another minute she said, “Maybe you should lock the door.”
Grinning, Puck crossed the room quickly to closing and locked the door. He knew they wouldn't get caught probably, but this wasn't the time to linger and take his time. It was a shame too because he really wanted to find out what she tasted like, but it would have to wait until some other time. He moved back to where she sat and reached for her hand, pulling her to her feet. He walked backwards until he could lean against his desk. His hands came up to her hips and he pulled her closer.
“I don’t know why I let you talk me into this,” she said, a smile on her lips as her hands rested on his biceps. She felt his muscles under his shirt and she had to admit it felt like he had a really nice body under there. She thought that maybe this wasn’t the worst decision she could have made. Maybe it would be just as fun as she had hoped.
"Because this is an amazing idea, babe," he said just before he leaned in and kissed her softly. His hand settled at the small of her back and he guided her closer until their bodies were flesh together.
Brittany returned the kiss with equal pressure. Kissing him didn't seem like something she was longing to do, but it was nice. His body felt strong against her and his touch was rough but considerate. This clearly was not the first time he had done this. "How many other girls have you fucked in here?" She asked.
"There haven't been any in here," Puck answered honestly. He and Santana had had sex exactly one time at school, but that was in an old storage room where they knew they couldn't get caught. "You're the only one," he mumbled as he started kissing along her jaw. His hands slipped down to her ass and he bunched the material of her skirt.
Brittany wasn’t sure if he was telling the truth, but she was okay with that. She knew that he didn’t owe her any truths or anything. And to be honest, Brittany hadn’t done anything like this for real since she was in school herself. She’d pretended to a bunch of times, but it’s not like she wasn’t in a room full of people holding cameras. Her hands went to the button on his shirt and started undoing them from the top. Her hands explored the new skin that was available to her. She was starting to get more excited about the prospect of this happening, and if the feeling against her thigh was any indication, so was he.
Smirk firmly in place, Puck watched her unbutton his shirt and her hands move over his chest. His own hands started pulling her skirt up her long, toned legs. "I'm a little sad I won't get to see these gorgeous legs around my waist. At least not this time..."
“We could probably work something out,” she said, her mouth dropping to his neck and chest, tongue darting out to taste his skin.
Puck's fingers teased at her though the fabric of her panties, letting her kiss his skin. He could hardly believe this was happening. He hadn't thought she'd go for it. At least not the first time around. He was pretty sure that stuff like this only happened in porn. In fact, girls only looked like her in porn. It was hard to believe that she was just a nurse.
Brittany shivered slightly, his touch strong against her. She honestly couldn’t believe it either. She had not been expecting this in the slightest when she came down here to talk to him about safe sex, but she supposed there were way worse things. Her fingers drifted down to the waistband of his slacks, and she toyed with the button she felt.
Slipping his fingers into the side of her panties, Puck started to pull them down. She was toying with the fly on his pants, making him harden further. "How can I have you? How do you want it?" He asked thickly as his hand slipped between her legs. He teased at her slit, watching her face as he touched her.
For some reason, she hadn’t expected to be asked that. She didn’t think that’s how this was supposed to go. She realized she didn’t have any actual precedent for this so she didn’t know why she was so sure she knew how things were supposed to go. Still, she hadn’t thought that far. She tugged his zipper down, slipping her hand inside and rubbing him over his underwear. She pulled her head back just enough to look at him, her breathing shallow from the feeling of his fingers. “Why don’t you tell me?” She asked.
Puck hissed out a breath as she touched him. He was really fucking hard. "I want to bend you over my desk first," he said with a groan when her finger moved over the sensitive tip of his cock. "Think you can handle that?" He asked, pulling her hand from his pants. He needed to go get a condom from his bag.
“I think I can handle that,” Brittany smirked, and resisted rolling her eyes. This wasn’t her first time at the rodeo, so to speak. She walked around to the other side of Puck’s desk and waited for him to get the condom. She wanted to feel him again, and she wanted to see what he was working with. It felt awesome and now she kind of couldn’t wait to have him inside her.
Quickly retrieving the condom, Puck moved behind where she was standing. He really hated that neither of them could get naked for this, but he’d take what he could get, he thought as he unbuttoned his pant and let them fall to his ankles followed by his boxer briefs. He reached for her skirt again, pushing it up over her hips before he pulled the scrap of her barely there panties down enough to expose her hot, wet slit to his gaze. It was gorgeous, he thought as he took himself into his hand and started stroking it.
Brittany bent over the desk, exposing herself to him. She was finding this much more exciting than she imagined she would, and she was kind of stopping herself from basically begging him to be inside her. Sometimes she wasn’t sure what was, like, normal person talk during sex and what was too porny. So she tended to remain a little on the quiet side. Her legs spread a little bit, as much as her pulled-down panties would allow. “What are you waiting for?” she finally asked.
“Impatient?” Puck asked as he guided himself to her entrance. He thought she was wet enough to take him, so he just pushed forward, sliding his hard, thick member deep inside of her, filling her completely in one strong thrust. She stretched around him perfectly, he thought as he moved in and out of her, setting a steady pace.
Brittany gasped as she felt him push into her, and it turned into a moan as she felt his whole length. Every moment he was pushing into her, she thought it had to be the last bit, but she was surprised until she felt him flush against her. She was stretched around him, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Her hands rested on the desk, and she stayed still as she got used to the feeling of him inside her, until she started pushing back against him.
He pressed himself into her his, making sure he hit all of the right spots inside of her. He kind of wished that there was a mirror somewhere because he really wanted to see what they looked like together. He had no doubt that they were hot, but it was clear this felt just as good to her as it did to him. And he really wanted to see the expression on her face as she took him.
This position let him get very deep inside her, and she liked the sort of anonymity that came along with it. Obviously she knew what he looked like, but she wasn’t super familiar with his features, so it was exciting to imagine what he must look like behind her. He controlled his hips well, and she whimpered as he pounded into her.
As his pleasure grew and his thrusts went a little wilder, Puck’s hands moved to her hips. A warm feeling was starting to spread through him, starting in the pit of his stomach. His pleasure was growing quickly inside of him with every stroke. The thrill of getting strange in a place where he might get caught was amping up his arousal, and he knew it wouldn’t take long.
One of Brittany’s hands snaked down between her body and the table. She found her own clit and pressed down on it, the action urging her to press her hips more erratically against Puck’s. She was pretty close and she knew it wouldn’t be much longer before he made her come.
Puck’s large hand came to surround hers as she rubbed her clit. Normally, he’d just move it out of the way and replaced it with his own, but this was just hotter in this moment. He could feel himself starting to pulse and his sack was heavy against his thigh. He grunted a little with force of his thrusts, causing her to move against the desk.
“Fuck,” Brittany gasped out, feeling herself tighten around Puck. She could feel that her release was right around the corner, and she knew he was close too. She wouldn’t be able to wait much longer, but she figured that wouldn’t be an issue. She was right on the edge.
“Come for me, babe. I want to feel you come,” he breathed out. He was trying really hard not to just bust a nut, but it wasn’t easy, not with the noises she was making. He pressed her fingers harder against her clit as he ground himself inside of her.
With another whimper, Brittany tightened around Puck as she came. She stopped moving and her free hand gripped whatever she could on the desk, which happened to be some piece of paper that she hoped wasn’t important. Whatever, she was feeling too good to care as she squeezed Puck inside of her.
Puck was right with her, his cock spasming inside of her as his load flowed against the barrier separating them. He worked his hips until they were both spent. "Oh fuck...mmm, babe...fuck. "
Brittany flattened herself against the table, catching her breath. The weight of Puck behind her was comforting, but she knew they would need to move soon. She couldn’t believe this is how the afternoon turned out. She thought she should feel dirty or something. But she didn’t. Not yet, anyway.
It took him a few moments to catch his breath. This was all kind of surreal, but he liked it. He slipped free from her, pulling off his condom and tying it off to drop into the trashcan beside his desk. Then he pulled his boxers and pants back up, tucking himself back inside. “That was...” He swallowed to help keep the husk out of his voice. “That was really fucking hot,” he managed, grinning as he stepped aside to allow her time to fix her clothing.
Brittany had to laugh a little bit as she pulled her panties up and her skirt down. “It was definitely hot,” she agreed. “Not what I expected to do today, but I can’t say I’m sorry about it.” Her hands went to her hair to check it. It wasn’t all that messed up, but she was a tiny bit sweaty so she pulled it back into a bun, securing it with a hair tie from her wrist.
“Yeah, me neither...I want to pretend like this happens all of the time, but I can’t because it’s never happened before.” He scratched at the back of his neck, giving her a little shrug. “I’m not sorry about it either. In fact, I wouldn’t say no to doing it again.” He buttoned up his shirt and made sure his clothing looked okay. “Not in my classroom probably, but...somewhere else.”
“I don’t think I would say no either,” Brittany admitted. “But I think I’d like to be somewhere we could take off some more clothes, next time.” She looked down at the desk and the papers she had crumpled up. “I’m so sorry,” she said. “I hope these weren’t super important.”
Puck looked down at it. It was just his lesson plan for the day, but he didn’t even care. “Nah, don’t worry about it.” He still had a little time left before his next class, but he didn’t think they’d be able to get another round in even if he wanted to. “Well, if you want to come over to my place to discuss this condom thing in more detail, I think we would have all the privacy we want...”
Brittany smirked, wiping some of her smeared lip gloss from her own lips. “I think that would be a good idea. You know, to plan.” She moved to the door. “Thanks for your support,” she giggled. “I knew I could count on you.”
Quinn didn’t often have guests in her apartment. She made some fresh bread before Puck was arriving, so the apartment smelled good, and she had something warm to offer him to eat. She was accustomed to serving guests food and drink when they visited, though her sister insisted that she didn’t need to work so hard to impress, and that chips or pre-made cheese and cracker platters were acceptable foods for guests. But Quinn had to make bread anyway, so she went ahead with a baking a small loaf with cinnamon in it.
She picked up around her small, one bedroom apartment. The walls of the living room were lined with bookcases filled with books listed by genre and alphabetically by author. In the middle of the living room was a coffee table, a big comfy sofa behind it, and armchairs flanked on either side. The room was prepared for visitors that never came. There was no television in the room, but a desk was against the wall with a laptop, iPad, and Quinn’s other school supplies stacked neatly on top.
Quinn had the table in the kitchen set up for Puck’s arrival. The small loaf of bread was cooling on the counter, and Quinn had made herself some tea. She had put the school’s handbook and a list of the rules and regulations involving clubs on the table. She felt a little uneasy as she waited. She really wasn’t used to guests. She had changed from her school attire to another dress. It was pink with tiny white polka dots on it. She sipped at her tea and it calmed her slightly. She glanced at the time as she waited.
Puck was practically giddy as he made his way over to Quinn’s apartment. It was the first time he’d ever been there, and he’d admittedly been a little curious about it. Quinn started working at Cheltenham the year after him, and Puck had been into her instantly. She was just really hot, but as he came to realize soon after, she was also very weird. She seemed almost from another time period altogether. She dressed conservatively, and she always brought in these homemade lunches that sometimes smelled a little funny. She didn’t go to movies or keep up with pop culture of any sort. Puck kind of wondered if she was formerly Amish. He’d spent some time in an Amish village two summers ago, just after the kids had come back from Rumspringa, and they’d kind of acted a little like how she did. That would be interesting. It kind of just added to her overall hotness. She was almost untainted.
As he climbed the stairs to her apartment, in a small building with about three other apartments in it, he could smell warm cinnamon bread. He knocked at her door, and juggled the fast food he’d picked up to eat for them both, a couple of burgers and some fries, gripping it in one hand as he waited. Tonight, he’d finally make a move. She didn’t hang out with other teachers much. So he’d have to work it in tonight before he lost his chance.
Quinn got up quickly when she heard the knock on the door. Olive, her cat, ran behind the couch, peeking out from it curiously to know who was at the door. Quinn went to the door and bit her a lip a moment before pulling it open. “Hi,” she said and stepped back to allow Puck to enter. “Come on inside.” Her nervous feelings started to leave and was replaced with excitement. She had a friend over.
“Hey, did you bake something with cinnamon?” He asked as he walked inside. Her apartment was smaller than his place, but it felt warm and cozy. “Like bread?” He looked back at her before glancing around. There were bookshelves everywhere, but he didn’t see a television anywhere. “Your place is cute. I mean, it reminds me of you. Lots of books everywhere,” he commented, as he turned to her. “I brought some food, but it smells like you cooked something.” And it made his stomach grumble.
Quinn smiled and nodded at him. “I did. I did make bread.” She was impressed he recognized the scent considering it seemed most people did not bake their own bread anymore. She blushed slightly at the compliment about her apartment. She was very proud of it. It was something she owned, that was just hers, and she made sure it looked nice. “Thank you.” She glanced at the takeout bag in his hand. She probably wasn’t going to like what was inside. She had an aversion to quite a bit of different kinds of food. “Uh… I did cook something, cinnamon bread, for you. Would you like some? It’s still warm. And I can toast it for you, if you’d prefer it toasted.” She moved toward the kitchen counter where the bread was resting, ready to cut Puck a piece.
Puck watched her move to the kitchen and wanted to protest, but she was already gone a back before he could. “This smells good. I haven’t had homemade bread since my last trip to Israel.” And it hadn’t tasted like this. “You can go ahead and start eating.”
"Do you visit Israel often?" She cut two slices of bread each for them and brought the plates to the kitchen table. She set them down then got the butter, setting it down as well. "Did you want anything to drink? Before we sit. I have hot tea..."
He noted that she didn’t take the bags of food, but he decided not to comment for now. “Um, I’ll take some water.” He reached for the plate of homemade bread, grabbing a slice and biting in. It tasted pretty amazing. “Yeah, I go to Israel every few years. My mom used to always say how much she wished she could afford to take me and my sister before she died. I kind of like to go for her.” He wasn’t going to dwell on his mother or her death much, but he also knew girls totally dug that story.
Quinn poured Puck some water and set the glass down at the table for him before she sat as well and took a bite from a piece of the bread before sipping on her tea. "I'm so sorry to hear your mother passed away, but it's wonderful you were able to go to Israel to honor her. Do you go with your sister?"
"It's ok. It was almost thirteen years ago." Puck watched her for a moment then took another bite of the delicious bread. "She had, but she's a college kid who'd rather spend her breaks with her friends than her big brother."
Quinn frowned slightly. "So you were still so young. And your sister too. Were you raised by your dad then or...?" She sipped on her tea again.
Puck tried not to tense when she asked about his father. To say the two didn't have the best relationship was a severe understatement. He hadn't spoken to his father in years which made it awkward because he'd started teaching his younger brother two years ago which was also a sore subject for him. "Uh yeah, he took me and my sister in when our mother died."
Quinn understood from the way he said it that they hadn’t been with their dad before, so she didn’t say anything else on the matter. If it was a sensitive subject, she wasn’t going to ask. “That was nice of him,” she commented and then quickly changed the subject. “So, what help did you need with your clubs? I brought the handbook and list of clubs and rules.” She slid the small book and the pamphlet of rules closer to him.
Grateful that Quinn hadn’t asked further, Puck decided to focus on the clubs. “Well, I just need to actually get some stuff organized. The Greenwich JCC wants to partner with the Israel Club. They called last week. We’ve done some things in the past, but they have some sort of initiative going to bring more awareness about the situation in Israel. I think it could actually be a decent thing for the club to do.”
Listening intently, Quinn nodded at him. “That sounds like a very good idea, I think you should definitely partner with them. I try to think of the college applications for the kids, too, when considering club activities, and I think that will look good, as well as be very good for the students to learn about. World matters are very important.”
"I guess that's true too. I just mostly try to think of fun stuff that'll make them want to get involved. The kind of shit I wish my teachers had cared about." He was less focused on making the kids obsessed with their futures. They got enough of that in school.
“No, that’s a good way to do it,” Quinn agreed with him. “Books are the only thing I really use to get the students to join. We also do a book drive and read to kids once a month, as some volunteer work, but really, we focus mainly on reading.” She smiled at him and then looked away as she sipped her tea.
Puck reached for the fries he’d brought and popped a couple into his mouth as he listened. “I’m doing one more club this year which makes three. Though Peer-Mentoring meets two times a month during the day, I now got stuck with Film Club because Miss Holiday is on some sort of sabbatical.” He’d been informed of that the day before and he still wasn’t all that happy about it.
“Oh, you do Peer-Mentoring? I think that’s a great program.” She really did think that students helping each other and finding their own ways to solve problems was very good for learning future coping mechanisms. “Are you not happy about Film Club? Are you supposed to show certain types of films, er, movies?”
"Not a certain type, but I'm not really into movies like Holly was. She would dress up and all that. That's just not me." Puck sat back on his seat a little. "What about you? What kind of movies do you like?" He figured this was as good a place as any to try to slip in there.
“She’d dress up?” Quinn repeated, eyebrows drawing together in confusion. “Dress up how?” Her tongue slid over her lips and she glanced away again as she tried to figure out how she wanted to answer, if she wanted to lie or not. “Actually… I don’t watch a lot of movies,” she admitted, looking up at him. “How about you?”
Puck’s lips quirked. Quinn really did keep to herself if she never noticed when Holly would dress up. “She’d like dress like a character from the movie. One day she came as Mary Poppins. How did you miss that?” He questioned, shaking his head. “I like movies okay, but I wouldn’t say I’m crazy into them.” He glanced around again before his eyes settled and lingered on her face. “So, what else do you do besides read books and bake kickass bread?”
Quinn smiled a little, because she tended to smile when she didn’t understand a reference. “I’m not sure…” She honestly didn’t know what Mary Poppins looked like, or who she was. She knew she heard the name once before. “You know… I probably just thought that she dressed strange… She was a history professor right? With blonde hair? I didn’t talk to her much.” Color began rising to her cheeks when Puck complimented her baking skills. “Thank you,” she said softly. “Well… I talk to my sister every other day or so, and I like to take walks around town, window shop, and play with my cat, Olive.” She looked around. “But I’m not sure where she is… And other than that, I pretty much just read. And play Sudoku. What about you?”
There, he was in. He noted the faint rise of color to her cheeks. "Oh, I'm usually just chillin at home. I'm in a band. We tend to practice later in the week. You should come check us out sometime." He gave her a charming grin, leaning forward a little.
“Really? I think I would enjoy that,” Quinn commented. Her sister was always telling her she finally needed to make friends and get out of the apartment and socialize. “Do you sing in the band? What instrument do you play? What’s the band name?”
"Yeah, I sing in the band. You can sit right up front, and I'll dedicate a song to you." Girls really loved shit like that. "My band is called Insanulous because insanely talented and ridiculously awesome." He smirked, fixing her with a look. "I play the guitar. Most girls say they can tell because I'm so good with my fingers."
Quinn smirked at his cockiness. She didn’t usually talk to too many people who were so confident in themselves. “I suppose I would appreciate the gesture. Do you play your own songs then? I think I would like to sit right in the front so I could see how good you are with your fingers when you play your guitar.”
He was relieved to see her weirdness didn't extend to her love life. She was flirting right back. He thought he'd have to work a little more for it. "I've written a song or two. I've never written a song for a chick that wasn't my sister, but maybe I just never had the right muse." He winked at the blonde, letting her words fuel him. "Maybe after their show, we can come back here, and I'll give you an up close and personal view of how good I am with my fingers."
“That’s sweet, that you have written songs for your sister. Maybe you can play them at your show?” she suggested. It was nice that Puck was a good older brother. Quinn had a great older sister who really cared for her, and she could tell Puck was the same with his little sister. She was a little surprised when he winked, and figured he must have been suggesting that she be his muse. She wasn’t sure how to feel about that. “If it’s not too late, perhaps you can. Or possibly the next day, during the day, you can maybe show me how to play guitar. That would be something fun to learn in my free time.”
“Well I mean without my guitar, but I guess I could show you after.” He wondered if he was being too subtle. He didn’t think he was, but maybe she was that naive. “Usually I don’t do sleepovers my first time with a girl, but I guess I could make an exception.” Puck bet she was the kind of girl that would get up and make breakfast for a guy, and he wasn’t going to turn that down. He was lucky if Santana let him have a Poptart.
Quinn’s eyebrows drew together in confusion. She didn’t understand why Puck would want to show up without his guitar. Wasn’t that the point of him being good with his fingers? Then it dawned on her, rather quickly, and her cheeks flushed because she felt embarrassed that she hadn’t realized that was what he was referring to sooner, and she was also embarrassed because she didn’t quite know how to respond now, and it didn’t help that the color of her cheeks were probably giving her away.
“Oh.” She thought a moment, trying to collect her thoughts as her mind raced. What was she supposed to say now? “I thought you meant…” She cleared her throat. “I didn’t realize you were into me. Like that. I mean. In that way. The sex way.” She cocked an eyebrow. “You are talking about sex now, aren’t you?” She had to ask because while she had read hundreds of books, clearly she couldn’t be trusted to read between any lines.
Well, there went that, Puck thought sourly. "Uh...yeah, I kind of am. I'm into you in the sex way," he explained, a little embarrassed that he had to explain himself. Things felt slightly awkward, but there wasn’t really anything he could do about it now. He’d already put it out there.
His entire mood seemed to change and Quinn felt a little bad because he was putting himself out there and she completely missed the boat. "I'm flattered, really, but I'd have to think about it? I mean... nothing is going to happen tonight."
It wasn’t a no, but it wasn’t a yes either. So Puck had no idea what to do with it. He just gave her a nod, and didn’t let it shake his confidence. “Okay, but at least you’ll be thinking about it,” he joked, smiling to let her know that he wasn’t mad or anything. “I didn’t expect anything to happen tonight. You don’t have to worry.” It wasn’t entirely true, but she didn’t need to know that.
She smiled, relieved she hadn't hurt his feelings or anything. "Yes, I'll think about it. I mean, we work together and all. It could make for a... difficult situation."
Puck shook his head. “Nah, I don’t really do drama. It’s another reason why I don’t sleepover or stuff like that. I like casual and fun.” He needed to make that clear. He wasn’t sure she seemed like the casual type, but she was kind of an enigma to him sometimes so he was going to give her the benefit of the doubt.
Quinn was relieved, again, to hear him say that. She didn’t like drama either. There didn’t seem to be a point to it. “I don’t like drama either. I don’t really understand it. I don’t think it’s necessary.” But she heard a lot of drama back in college. Sometimes, people forgot she was in the room when they were talking to each other. “I think casual and fun would be… casual and fun.” She smiled. “It sounds like something I would be into.”
Grinning, Puck felt really good now. He already had something casual with Santana, but he knew she preferred women. Plus she liked to bust his balls a lot. He didn’t think Quinn would do anything like that. “I promise it’ll be a lot of fun. No drama. Just fun.”
“Okay,” she said with a soft smile. “Like I said, let me think it over, all right?” She paused. “If we didn’t do it… would you still want to spend time together? I mean, hang out. I could still see your band play, those kinds of things.”
“Yeah of course, don’t feel like you gotta.” Puck was being sincere. He didn’t want her to feel pressured, and he didn’t mind just hanging with her. “We could definitely still hang, and you can come to see my band play.”
“Okay, good,” Quinn replied, smiling even more. “I don’t really have a lot of friends here, I could really use some. At least, that’s what my sister keeps telling me.” She laughed lightly. Anne really did get on her case about making friends sometimes. She took a sip of her tea.
Puck didn’t know what to make of that so he just nodded along and then grabbed the bag of food he brought with him and pulled out a burger. “Do you want one of these? I brought enough for us to share, you know?”
Quinn’s gaze fell to the wrapped burger and she nodded a little. “Um. Sure.” She reached out and took the burger from him. “Thank you.” She unwrapped it and debated a moment before taking the bun off of it. She really couldn’t eat the bun. She thought it was disgusting. She stood up to get a fork and a knife to cut into the rest of the burger. She grabbed a few napkins as well then returned to the table, cutting into her food.
Puck watched on for a few moments, wondering what she was doing. “Do you not eat burgers? I mean are you a vegetarian or something?” He hadn’t considered that she might be a vegetarian. He, himself, didn’t eat pork or shellfish so you’d think he’d be more aware.
“No, I really like burgers, actually, but the bun isn’t my favorite part,” Quinn told him. “My mother always made our bread, so we never had store bought, commercially made bread, so I never tried it until I lived with my sister, and I don’t care for it, so I don’t eat it. Sometimes I’ll toast up some homemade bread and eat the burger with that. It’s very good that way. You should try it sometime.”
“I can respect that. I guess I’ve just never met anyone that doesn’t care for ‘commercially made bread.’ When I was little, all we could afford was like the cheapo white bread.” He’d been pretty poor most of his life. He wasn’t ashamed of that. “I’ll know for next time. I’ve never had a cheeseburger before. That’s my weird thing. I do my best to keep kosher shy of getting to sets of dishes and two of everything else in my kitchen. I’m usually the weird one in the group. Glad I’m not alone,” he teased, winking again.
Quinn nodded, listening to him, and glad he was content to spend time with her and talk to her. “Yes, I think I’d enjoy commercial bread more if I ate it growing up.” She smiled even more. “I’m actually really glad to not see cheese on these because, like, everyone loves cheese on their burgers, but I prefer them without. So we have that in common. I mean, except that I have tried it before.” She grinned as she ate a little bit more. “I’m glad I’m not alone either.”
Puck shared a long look with her and grinned. Even though they weren’t having sex tonight, he was still really glad he came over because this felt like a beginning.
Dark eyes fluttered open as Santana awoke from a very strange dream. It wasn’t very long or at least she couldn’t remember anything other than holding a sonogram with her name on it, and her hand over her very round, pregnant belly. She probably shouldn’t eat hot fries right before bed. Only, as she looked at the clock, it was only 7:39pm. She wouldn’t be going to bed for another four hours. She had been a little tired lately, but she figured it was just general fatigue, but now she was falling asleep during catching up on this week’s Blackish? What was that? She blinked a few times, shaking her head as she tried to figure out why her dream seemed to be determined to stick around. She ran her hand over her hair and cleared her throat. Blinking to look over and realized the episode was still close almost at the same spot she’d remembered last seeing. She obviously wasn’t asleep long.
Quinn’s eyes opened and she was staring at her laptop. She had slumped over, on her desk, and on her sketches for a Holiday card with a scene of children building a snowman. She had been trying to go more old school, like the pictures on those calendars her grandmother used to have. And then she was… asleep? She had a crazy dream about Puck, which was weird, because she hadn’t dreamt about Puck in years. And then there was that girl, and Quinn knew it was supposed to be her daughter. She shook her head and tried to shake the thoughts of her dream. She didn’t want to be thinking about her daughter or Puck. She rubbed at the spot on her forehead that hurt. She must have laid on it funny. She focused back on her work for a little while longer and then noticed on her laptop that her Twitter feed was exploding. She pulled her laptop closer and started scrolling through her feed. Everyone was commenting about blacking out and having visions. She frowned. Is that what had happened? She had passed out? It would be why her head hurt. But everyone? That didn’t make any sense. She got up and opened her bedroom door, moving out into the living room.
“Hey…” Quinn started when she saw Santana sitting there on the couch, but then she realized she didn’t know what to say about what happened. “Did you… This is going to sound silly, but did you just… like, black out? Or pass out or something? Like… ten minutes ago?”
Santana had gotten up to grab some water and both her personal social media and her public social media had all but exploded with people saying that they’d blacked out minutes ago. She looked up at her roommate and nodded. “Yeah, I had...a really weird dream. I fell asleep.” Her phone buzzed again. “Yeah, or not...everyone blacked out? How?”
Quinn felt like her heart was hammering in her chest. This all felt too strange. She nodded a little. “Yeah… I did too. Or, I thought I fell asleep but… Everyone’s saying they blacked out and, like, had a dream or ‘vision’.” She cleared her throat and moved closer to the couch, sitting down beside Santana. She grabbed the remote and switched it to a news station. The anchor was talking about how he, and everyone in the studio, just experienced the phenomenon. Quinn looked back at Santana. “What the hell just happened, San?” She stood quickly and moved to the window. There were cars smashed into each other on the road. “There’s accidents. People are… I’m glad we were both home.” She was still trying to wrap her head around this. If people blacked out for that long, there had to be so many people that died. People that were swimming or driving or in surgery or in a plane, even. She didn’t know how long it lasted but was it long enough for a plane to crash. Was her family okay? She looked back over at Santana, a panicked expression on her face.
Now that she was listening to the news, it all suddenly became real. “This is like...something off of a movie? Like is this some sort of terrorist attack?” Shit! Was the country under siege? “How is this possible?” Quinn saying there were accidents made her eyes widen. Her mom! Finn! She needed to call them both and make sure they were okay. “Quinn, call your parents,” she said in a weird strained voice. “Make sure everyone’s okay.” She grabbed her phone with shaky hands and tried to call her mother but all of the circuits were busy. “Shit! I can’t get through.” She could feel a mild panic bubbling up inside of herself. What if something had happened to them?
Well, Quinn hadn’t thought of the possibility that this could be some sort of terrorist attack, but now she was concerned it might be. Did they put something in the air? But Santana’s command to call her parents had Quinn out of the room and to her bedroom to grab her phone. She tried to call as she came back into the living room, but she couldn’t get through. “I can’t either,” she said quickly and hung up. “What should we do? What do we do?” She felt scared.
Santana shook her head. She was really starting to freak out. “I don’t know. We just have to keep trying! Maybe try sending a text, email...anything.” She could hear sirens starting to go off everywhere and felt her blood run cold. “Fuck, what is happening?” She stood up and pulled Quinn into a tight hug. At least they’d both been home. “We’ll just watch the news, and wait for news and keep trying,” she mumbled for both of their sakes.
“Yeah… yeah...” Quinn said softly, lost in her own thoughts for a moment. She had to get in touch with her parents and her sister and her brother-in-law. Her sister was pregnant. What if something happened? Santana hugged her, and brought her back, and Quinn wrapped her arms around Santana, hugging her back tightly. She nodded. “Yeah… We’ll watch the news…” She felt very unlike herself. She felt shaken up, and still scared, but she was so glad that she was with Santana right now and they were both safe, at least. She sat on the couch, holding tight to Santana’s hand as she typed out texts on her phone with one hand, trying to send them.
