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[puck-thejew-blog]

Vacation||Puckleberry

Puck dropped the bags on the floor near the door and crash landed on the bed, his hands behind his head as he laid there. He was too tired to care about how nice the room looked. He really didn’t notice stuff like that anyway, that was more Rachel’s thing. Or at least he guessed it was since she was a girl. All he cared about was that he was off a plane, which he hated since flying sucked, and that the bed was comfortable. At least at the moment. There were the kids too, wanting to know that they were doing okay back home, but he figured that call could wait until they’d unpacked stuff and relaxed for a little while. He opened one eye long enough to catch a glimpse of Rachel coming into the room, half a smirk crossing his face as she did. 

[profandrewbarrett]

[PM] Hello, you. I saw you arrive with the Headmaster to direct the winter storm disaster in the right direction. I hope you were both warm, too?

[PM] We’re perfectly fine. I think he and I enjoyed the pseudo sleepover the most of all. Perhaps we’ll have to harm the generator sometime, to go again.

@missladyberry

[profandrewbarrett]

[PM] May I see you when you are free, after classes Monday?

[PM] Of course you can, my dear.

@missladyberry

[profandrewbarrett]

[PM] Professor. I arrived back in Seabrook last night and have spent the day unpacking and trying to readjust to the time change once again. How are you? How've you been?

[PM] When do I get to see you?

@missladyberry

[growinup-puck-blog]

Hotel Rendezvous|Puckleberry

Puck leaned back into the sofa, his feet kicked up on the rolling ottoman that had been stashed under the small coffee table in the room. It was kind of sad that the hotel room was almost as big as his studio apparent that was no infested, but he tried not to think about it since he liked his place. He’d definitely take it over this room, as nice as it was, because it was his. The only upside to this room right now that it’d given him an excuse to get Rachel to come over. 

Not that he really needed one. Just by the way she’d looked at him the last time he’d seen her told Puck that he could’ve called her from a dingy bus stop in Brooklyn for no reason and she’d have found a way to get to him. He didn’t feel great about it since she was still Finn’s wife, and likely would stay that way, but he also didn’t feel bad enough to tell her to stay away.

He was right in the middle of this thought when there was a quiet knock on the door. Normally, he wouldn’t jump for anyone but he didn’t like the idea of her being anywhere by herself, in the hotel’s hallway. Pulling the handle down, he met her eyes as she stood in the frame of his door. “Hey.” 

[profandrewbarrett]

[PM] I apologize for not being back yet to wish you this in person, the right way. But Happy New Year, Professor. May this year bring you even more happiness.

[PM] Maybe I’ll get hitched finally.

@missladyberry

[profandrewbarrett]

[PM] Hey you. How was your holiday?

[PM] It was good. And yours? Not many get a tan for Christmas.

@missladyberry​

[profandrewbarrett]

[PM] Professor. Santana has asked me to go with her to LA for the holiday since my fathers don't celebrate Christmas, but I have something that I thought you might enjoy and I was hoping I could give it to you before I left.

[PM] Oh.. you’re leaving? That’s.. well, I hope you have a wonderful Christmas and enjoy your New Year celebrations, too. If you stop by my suite later, I.. have something to give you, too. I’d like you to take it with you.

@missladyberry