#tgopuck

[hickeybyjake-blog]

Text ✉ Puckerbros

Jake: Are you out of your freaking mind?!

Jake: You wanna tell me what the hell you're doing?

[breeaser]

Text Message || Broah

Bree: Hey, babe, is anybody at the Stop tonight? Or can I get a private session in?

[breeaser]

6 - finn, puck, elliott

Seduce: Puck ( @puckthenorthside​ )

Not that it’d take much, but he’d definitely be worth the effort.

Steal From: Elliott. ( @greaser-gilbert​ )

Misses Steal Your Girl.

Serenade: Finn ( @greasehud​ )

Something tells me he’d be into that. He could play the drums and everything. 

[greaserhud-blog]

Text || Pinn

Finn: What the fuck is Smythe planning.

[greasetanalopez]

KISSES AND CONFESSIONS

TAGGING → Santana Lopez and Noah Puckerman.

TIME → Thursday Night, December 8th.

LOCATION → Puckerman Residence.

NOTES → Santana and Puck meet up for a steamy night in but things don’t go exactly as planned.

SANTANA

It was easy, as it always was, to agree to a night of fun with Puckerman without any strings or reservations. So there was no hesitation in the way she slipped out of her back door, leaving behind her mother and fussy brother. Santana needed this, a distraction that would prevent her from thinking about the way that the last few days have gone. And if Puck was good at one thing, it was getting her to stop thinking and simply feel. God, did she want that and as soon as possible.

The walk from the Lopez’s to the Puckerman’s was quick and familiar. The lack of a car in the driveway told Santana all she needed to know. There would be no interruptions and she found herself grateful for that as she walked up to the door and knocked. The Latina didn’t even waste a moment, as soon as the door was open, she was sliding in and grabbing hold of the front of Puck’s shirt. She pulled him along with her while she made her way towards his room, only releasing her grip on him when she crossed the threshold. 

It was funny how much his room comforted her. Simply being here made her feel like she could shed the masks and bullshit like she could be herself without any complaint or judgment. But now was not the time for a heart to heart. They had some business to attend to. Slipping her jacket off, she tossed it aside before settling herself down on Puck’s bed, leaning back until she was propped up on her elbows.  Her brown hues swept up along the length of him, tongue peeking out to moisten her plump lower lip, “Your move, Puckerman,” she playfully challenged, a mischievous smile curling onto her lips.

[greasetanalopez]

justpuckyou replied to your photo: “†³ INSTAGRAM: @snixtana uploaded a new photo #mood ↳ 61 LIKES, 27...”:

You know there's enough room on my bed for you, babe.

When can I come over?

[greaseknuckledani-blog]

text ✉ duck

Dani: I need to get fucked up tonight. You in?

[greasergilbert-blog]

TEXT MESSAGE ✉ ELLUCK.

ELLIOTT: I tried my best to ignore this; to avoid you.

ELLIOTT: But, why, Noah Puckerman? Why? We were close friends and you knew what Kurt meant to me. You know what Greasers are -- family.