hanging with the unloved kids, [ seth + puck ]

[seth hall]

[ I'M WIDE AWAKE AFTER THE RIOT , THIS DEMONSTRATION OF OUR ANGUISH ]
this empty laughter has no - - reason like a bottle of your
( favorite poison )

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So, alright. Lima wasn’t the closest places to Akron. Actually, it was pretty out of the way, so I didn’t think I’d be able to use the excuse ‘I just wanted a soda’ if anyone asked. Because, really, there were plenty of places in Akron that I could have gotten one, where I’d only have to drive for five minutes and BAM. There it would be. I also didn’t think anyone would believe me if I said that I was out there for the sake of seeing the town, because there wasn’t anything in Lima. Some cows, I guess. Maybe a couple of decent people. Rachel Berry. Yeah, Rachel was certainly in Lima, Ohio, and I’d long since decided that anywhere Rachel was, that was where I wanted to be.

Corny, perhaps, but still.

I didn’t think anyone would take to the truth, though. The truth was that I didn’t know where Rachel lived, but I was sort of hoping that by roaming around that town, I’d see her someplace and talk to her and then we’d cuddle while discussing our future wedding. Or something. Maybe the whole wedding talk would be a bit out there, but I was alright with talking and cuddling. I was hoping that, the more I saw her, the better chance I had at winning her heart. I really wanted to. I actually felt sort of… Dangerous, I guess you could say, treading on enemy territory for the sake of a girl. I was, after all, a Carmel High School guy and I knew no one would like the idea of me fancying Rachel Berry after the Jesse St. James incident, but come on. I was nothing like that douche bag.

Hopefully, no one would recognize me while I was out (except Rachel). Hopefully I’d be able to do my “hopeful accidental run in” in peace without being confronted by anyone who wanted to kill me. I don’t know why they’d want to, I was really pretty harmless. I didn’t have the heart to break another and I didn’t have the strength to punch, so anyone who wanted to hurt me would have a pretty decent shot.

Except that Jacob kid. I heard he was a little shit.

Already, I had searched the mall, and while there were no issues I had to deal with (except for persistent salespeople), there was also no Rachel and that was proving to be annoying. Really, she didn’t seem like the kind of person who’d want to sit in the house all day, and Lima was a ridiculously small town. Why hadn’t I run into her yet? Maybe she saw me and was just avoiding me. Oh God, what if she hated me? What if she was just being nice before by talking to me? Aw crap.

Filled with a sense of irrational dread, I spotted the local 7-Eleven and decided I’d grab something for the ride home. I mean, maybe Rachel would be there, I didn’t know. I hoped, but if she hated me… Well, really, I didn’t know much of anything. After parking my car in the lot, I headed inside, doing a quick sweep of the store. There was no Rachel in sight, so I relaxed and moved back to the cooler area, fixating my gaze on the wide array of choices.

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5 7 9 | words |
florence + the machine. (: | music |
puck~ | tagged |
hope this works, bah. | notes |
t-shirt and jeans, nbd | outfit |
murder city - green day | lyrics |
holly @ caution 2.o | credit |

[noah puckerman]

I hadn't planned on leaving the house today. In fact, I never did plan on leaving the house. The only reason I was today was.. because..well.. I didn't even know. It just seemed like today would be a good day to get away from my mother and Eva. She was being incredibly irritating lately. She'd made sure that I didn't get up on time for school the other morning. She'd made sure that when I finally did get up, that I wouldn't be able to find my clothes. And then she'd gone and hidden my car keys. Under her pillow. Which she was still sleeping on. She was off school because she was ill. It was a load of old rubbish if you asked me. She'd been ill at the weekend. Heck, so had I. It was just a small tummy bug. It didn't stop her getting dressed or walking. I was half tempted to drag her out of bed and then make her scream at me so our mother could realize she was faking. But then again, with the luck I'd had recently, she probably was actually ill. And I'd just put my foot in things. My mother wasn't the happiest person in the world right now, anyway. She'd been shunning me for quite a while now and I didn't understand why. It might have been because I hadn't listened to her when she'd asked me to clean my bedroom. Speaking of, I still hadn't done it. I couldn't be bothered. It was my room and if I wanted to have a floordrobe, I would.

So yeah, that was the reason why I was at the 7-Eleven. Or so I'd just decided. I hummed to myself as I walked down the aisles, picking up random things, reading the label and then putting them back. I'd been around at least three times now and hadn't picked anything up. Soon, someone would notice and think I was a thief or something. I sighed to myself deeply, continuing to walk around with my hands in my pockets. I'd been thinking too much lately. I'd met up with Quinn a while ago and it'd just all been let out. The fact we no longer had Beth was killing her just as much as it was killing me. I missed her. I'd not even seen her or held her for very long at all but I still felt some connection with her. Something that made me wonder if I could actually be a father. I'd do a better job than my own father, I knew that much. And who better to have a family with than Quinn Fabray? I was kind of falling for her. I had to admit it now. My mother noticed a difference to the way I was acting now that I'd been getting closer to her. My sister had decided that I was love struck and would gush everytime she said Quinn's name. I didn't. Not everytime..

I shook the thoughts from my head and then turned to look at the shelf. I smiled slightly and then took a drink from it. I bit my lip before deciding that I would actually buy this. That was I wouldn't look dodgy like some thug. I began to walk back around the corner, not seeing the boy in front of me and walking straight into him. I grunted slightly before putting a hand out to make sure he didn't stumble backwards. It wasn't that bad, but I was pretty strong. everyone knew that. I shook my head. "Sorry, didn't see you." I sighed and then blinked at the boy. I knew this kid. Not to talk to. But he'd been at the stuck up Carmel High party. I scowled slightly and then shook it off my face. He'd helped Rachel. He was a good guy, right? I didn't care. I still didn't like the fact a Carmel High kid was making himself comfy with a fellow glee member and friend. I raised my eyebrows. The last Carmel High kid who'd got close to Rachel ended up breaking her heart. I didn't trust them, anyway. But that just took the cake. "Oh. It's you." I said, sighing. "From that bitch's party, right? Rachel's friend?" I forced a smile. I was friendly Puck. Right?



seven two one words. seth. DONE. finally. sorry for keeping you waiting! <3

[seth hall]

[ I'M WIDE AWAKE AFTER THE RIOT , THIS DEMONSTRATION OF OUR ANGUISH ]
this empty laughter has no - - reason like a bottle of your
( favorite poison )

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I’d pretty much given up on any hope that I would get to run into Rachel. Unfortunately. I didn’t know where else to find her, because I didn’t know where anything was in this town, including her house; otherwise, I’d go visit her. But, you know, she was probably out with friends or something. I was sure she had a lot of them, no matter what she said. She was a delightful girl and certainly captured my attention, so there was no doubt in my mind that she would have captured everyone else’s. Not that I really knew much of anything at all about Rachel or William McKinley, since I was a Carmel High kid, but that didn’t matter. I hated Carmel.

I bit my lip, still searching the coolers for something to drink. Right when my gaze settled on something that looked at all appealing, I felt a blow to my left and, being the scrawny weak kid I was, I stumbled slightly with an “oof”. I felt the guy steady me with his hand and I smiled politely, turning to see who it was. It excited me to know that I recognized him -- I guess Lima really was a small town. I didn’t remember his name, really, but he had been with Rachel and the rest of the McKinley kids back at the party where I stood up to Emily. I didn’t expect this guy to like me. On the contrary, after what happened with Jesse St. Douche, I was sure that he wouldn’t be my biggest fan. Carmel High had a bad reputation and I couldn’t expect that I would be an exception to that, even if I had stood up for Rachel. Jesse had lied, and there was no telling what I could do. I mean, I knew I wasn’t a bad guy. I hated Carmel and liked Rachel and I thought of myself as a pretty decent guy, but looks could be deceiving so I figured that was the case here.

When he spoke, I sensed a bit of distaste in his voice, but didn’t let that phase me. Perhaps I could earn their respect with a bit of work. Grinning, I nodded to him. “Yeah, that’s me. And she is a pretty big bitch, isn’t she? We’ve never gotten along, but then again, I rarely get along with anyone at Carmel. They’re all pretty stupid, in my opinion, but she’s one of the ones who really, really hates me. She’s got quite the slap, though, I’ll tell ya.” With a light chuckle, I held up a hand to rub my chin, where I could still feel the impact of her hand if I tried hard enough. Emily was pretty strong, I had to give her that. “And yeah, I guess I’m sorta friends with Rachel, now. We’ve only talked a couple of times, but she’s a pretty cool girl.”

Well, I couldn’t just blurt out the fact that I liked her. That would definitely have this kid write me off as another Jesse St. Douche. I mean, I don’t know why any of them would think that Carmel would repeat their actions, because that wasn’t up to their standards -- they’d think of something new to do. But hey, whatever floated their boat, right? I could work for the respect, yeah. No problem. Rachel was worth it. Extending my hand, I smiled and offered yet another nod. “I’m Seth. Seth Hall. Nice to meet you.”

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6 0 7 | words |
she & him | music |
puck~ | tagged |
don't worry about it! i'm patient. <3 | notes |
t-shirt and jeans, nbd | outfit |
murder city - green day | lyrics |
holly @ caution 2.o | credit |

[noah puckerman]

I couldn't help but try and think why Seth would have been in Lima. Sure, there was the whole 'thing' with Rachel but I still didn't understand what could have possibly made him come all the way here when he wasn't even with her. Maybe he was. Maybe Rachel was hiding behind the corner, trying to hide the fact that yet again she was with someone from Carmel High. It made me laugh, really. She went on about how Carmel kids were the enemy yet she befriended anyone who helped her. I knew that maybe not all of them were like Jesse but why wasn't she at least weary? Wasn't she afraid that this would all be a plan to bring her down. Again. To throw eggs at her. Again. Maybe this time it would be worse. Maybe they'd physically hurt her. Not that nobody would help her. I for one wouldn't stand around letting Miss Berry be abused by filthy Carmel High kids. I realized that maybe because Seth wasn't actually in the Glee Club, it made Rachel feel more friendly towards him. After all, he had taken a slap from the bitch at that party. Maybe he was different. Maybe.. ah who cares? The point was, I didn't really like him. I was protective of Rachel. I didn't want some loser bringing her down. Nobody did that except me.

I raised my eyebrows at the boy, staring at him until he spoke back to me. To be fair to him, he didn't look like a slimy Carmel High student. He simply looked lost, like he'd taken a wrong turn and ended up here. I sighed. Great. Now it would be harder to actually confront him about Rachel. Pft, what was I saying? I was Noah Puckerman. I was amazing. Clearly. I had Quinn. I could sing and play guitar. I was a father. I'd been through everything and I'd still come out strong, right? I'd been rejected and taken back. Chewed up and spit back out again. I'd taken life at an ultimate high. Head on. So why was I still feeling bad about confronting this Seth kid? I tried to push the thoughts out, reminding myself that this was just another Carmel High student and that if I didn't stand up for Rachel fast, it would be Jesse St. Jockstrap all over again. I composed myself, trying to make sure it didn't look like I'd just been arguing with myself in my head.

Okay so now he was just sucking up. I knew sucking up when I saw it. Kids from all around school had sucked up to me when they thought I was going to decide to give someone a Slushee facial. I blinked at him. Okay, maybe there wasn't something terrible about him. I sighed, shrugging. She was a big bitch. I'd like to watch eggs be thrown at her. Maybe I could slash her father's tires. I'd heard that he was about as snobby as Emily Jordan. I couldn't help my next question. "Why does she hate you?" I sighed, watching him rub his chin and then shaking my head. I didn't care. Why was I talking to him? I laughed lightly, though. Just to keep the mood friendly. The last thing I wanted was to punch him in a 7-Eleven and then be escorted home by security. Not that they'd honestly care. I didn't really think they paid much attention to thieves or fights. They just sat around like the stereotypical security guard and ate donuts. Weird.

I nodded at the last bit. "Yeah." I told him. "She is a pretty cool girl. One that I'm pretty sure doesn't wish to have her heart broken again. So yeah, any funny business you wanna share with me, do it now. I might not be so kind if I find out in future you've hurt her." I said slowly. Okay, threatening part over. I sighed. "Just.. look out for her." I added, my tone lighter than before. I looked around the shop for a moment before turning my head back to Seth. I smiled slightly when he said his name, looking down at his hand and then sighing. I shook it gently for about a millisecond before dropping my hand and then clearing my throat. "Yeah.. I'm Puck. Noah Puckerman but Puck to anyone who isn't Rachel." That was mainly because, no matter how hard I tried, she would always insist on calling me Noah. It pissed me off, if I was being honest.


seven five nine words. c: <3

[seth hall]

[ I'M WIDE AWAKE AFTER THE RIOT , THIS DEMONSTRATION OF OUR ANGUISH ]
this empty laughter has no - - reason like a bottle of your
( favorite poison )

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I was pretty sure this Puck guy wasn’t about to be my best friend. I mean, I couldn’t blame him, I went to the enemy school -- but I didn’t like it. No, the only reason we lived in Akron in the first place was so we’d be close to a good hospital for Sam. We were all pretty overly paranoid about what might happen if we lived anywhere where we couldn’t be near her doctor, so we stayed put where we were. I had a pretty worry-wart family. Ironically, Sam was the most calm and collected despite the fact that it was her life on the line. Anyways, he prompted me to say why Emily Jordan and I weren’t the best of friends and I shrugged, awkwardly rubbing the back of my neck. “Well, I mean,” I began, searching for the words on how to put it. “I have a few friends in Vocal Adrenaline, but they aren’t any who happen to be at the forefront of the group. None of them ever made the trip to McKinley High to be complete jackasses. So, naturally, I’ve been invited to a few parties and I’ve met the Vocal Adrenaline bunch and we never really saw eye to eye. But Jordan’s sort of just been one of the bitchiest, I guess, never liked me. I don’t really advocate what they do so that sort of makes me one of the enemies. Plus, I called her a bitch and a whore, and she slapped me. I think that was the least friendly thing we could do, especially because I’m very rarely outright mean to a woman. Only when they deserve it, really.” With a slight shrug, I concluded the explanation and pocketed my hands.

His next words confirmed my earlier suspicion. He threatened that if I ever hurt Rachel, I’d be hearing from him, and I rose an eyebrow. “Well, first off, I’m not Jesse St. Douche,” I stated firmly, nodding my head once, “I have no plans to break her heart because, really, I have nothing to gain from it. I hate Vocal Adrenaline. I like Rachel. It’s as simple as that.” I shook my head, then, and held up a hand. “But you’ve got nothing to worry about. Even if you don’t believe me, it’s not like I’m dating Rachel. I’m not going to date Rachel. Would I like to? Sure, I’d love to. She’s beautiful and funny and nice and I’m corny as hell so we’d make a good couple. But she doesn’t like me back. Nope, she still has feelings for Jesse St. Douche, so if there’s anyone you need to go threaten that to, it’s him, in case they get back together.” With a bit of a bitter snort, I shuffled my foot against the ground. I was pretty obviously upset about this whole situation. I’d actually made my way out to Lima, Ohio, for a girl who was still hung up on a guy who smashed eggs on her after ripping her heart mercilessly out of her chest. This wasn’t exactly one of the high points in my life.

I seemed to lose my footing a bit, the smile on my face much more faint after finally admitting the truth out loud. He still didn’t seem too fond of me but he shook my hand anyways, briefly, and I returned it before running a hand through my hair. It was already pretty messy, but I just made it that much worse. Whatever, it wasn’t like this guy cared. “Puck it is, then,” I nodded, “Nice to meet you.”

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6 3 3 | words |
murder city - green day | lyrics |
holly @ caution 2.o | credit |

[noah puckerman]

I didn't know why whenever I came to the 7-Eleven, I ended up meeting someone and talking to them. I suppose this Seth kid wasn't too bad.. he just seemed to be after Rachel and I had a territory with her. Not as in.. we were dating or anything. But I liked to keep an eye on her and I didn't trust Carmel High kids. Unless they transferred for decent reasons. I mean, I'd made friends with the Aidan kid and he'd been an ex-Carmel High student and he seemed pretty okay. Maybe if this kid decided to switch schools and be loyal to her, I'd reconsider my opinions about him. Maybe he could keep her mind off Jesse St. Jockstrap for a while, just long enough for me to beat some sense into him and show him what he got for playing Berry around. He wouldn't do that in a hurry after I'd dealt with him. Why would he? I could be very scary when I wanted to be. I shrugged at his words and then frowned. "Well.. I guess I don't know you enough to judge you." I mumbled. "I just have a thing about Carmel." I mumbled. "Yeah, I heard that." I smirked lightly. "So, she's really a whore? I've never heard of her." That was because she didn't have a mother so I wouldn't have slept with her. Therefore, I wouldn't know her daughter. A few of the daughters got a surprise when they recognized me from school, though. I'd just laugh. I didn't really care, honestly. "So she seems to have a troubled life, from what I saw. I mean, she seems like she's liable to snap at any small thing.." I went on. "Know anything about her life?"

Well.. if I was going to talk to him nicely, I might as well figure out some weaknesses. "Anything you know that will help New Directions take them down with just help you get on my good side more." I told him, shrugging. It was true. The more information he gave me, the less likely I was to hit him and be done with it. If he wasn't really like Jesse, then he'd help me, right? Helping me would help Rachel just as much and I knew she was the reason her was here. "Have you been to see Rachel, by any chance?" I asked him quietly. I raised my eyebrows as he started defending himself and saying he wasn't like Jesse. Jesse St. Douche. "Nice one." I laughed at his nickname for Jesse and then let him carry on. I smiled as he went on, my sour emotions fading slightly. He wasn't a Jesse. He was a Seth... well.. a Seth who happened to want to get into Rachel's pants. Clearly. I was a guy who'd once wanted to get into her pants. Why not? She was a hot Jew. And so was I. Us hot Jews had a sort of telepathy. Well.. I imagined we did. It would be quite cool. All the hot Jews just sending mind messages to each other. A whole new internet dating.

I cleared my head again, nodding. "Oh, don't you worry, I'm going to give Jesse St. Jockstrap a special talking to." I promised. "You can count on that." I told him. I put my hand on Seth's shoulder in a friendly fashion. "Fancy being my guy on the inside?" I smirked, moving my hand back to my side and then sighing. I could see he was upset and I felt bad for accusing him. "No hard feelings, eh?" I asked, smiling lightly. Oh.. that was another thing I didn't want. If he went and told Rachel about my 'confrontation'. The last thing I wanted was an angry Berry in my ear. "You too." I nodded and then raised my eyebrows, tilting my head slightly. "So.. you like Rachel a lot, then?" I asked him. Confrontation over. It was time to be nice Puck. I'd try.


668. sorry for the waittt and the rubbish post :c

[seth hall]

[ I'M WIDE AWAKE AFTER THE RIOT , THIS DEMONSTRATION OF OUR ANGUISH ]
this empty laughter has no - - reason like a bottle of your
( favorite poison )

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I was pretty sure that I was winning him over. I mean, not completely. I couldn’t see the two of us becoming best friends who hung out every weekend, partially because of our different schools and partially because of our obvious difference in social statuses. But he seemed like a pretty decent guy, as far as I could tell. I mean, it wasn’t like we’d been talking for hours but once you got past that intimidation, he didn’t seem all that bad. I didn’t think he was going to kill me anymore, which was something. Perhaps it would take me quite awhile to reach “friendship” status, but I figured we’d at least leave this place as acquaintances. It seemed pretty plausible, if I played my cards right. There wasn’t any reason for this guy to hate me unless it was just my personality he disliked. It wasn’t like I enjoyed Carmel, or supported the actions of Vocal Adrenaline, and I wasn’t out to sabotage their Glee Club or hurt Rachel Berry. So as soon as this guy believed it, I would be golden. No reason to hate me, right? “Yeah, I understand the thing about Carmel, really. But don’t worry. The only reason I go there is because the school is in the area, and my parents want to stay close to my sister’s oncologist and the hospital and everything. Lima’s not that far away, of course, but it’s far enough to where if there was some sort of emergency, it might be too large of a distance.” I sort of never really hid the fact that Sam had cancer. She certainly didn’t care, always running around without a hat on and openly answering people when they asked why she was bald. It was just the truth of the matter. No reason to be ashamed; it wasn’t her fault. When he moved on to talk about that Jordan girl, I shrugged. “I guess I don’t really know if she’s a whore or not. Most of the girls from Vocal Adrenaline are, and I was sort of referring to them as a whole, but… I wouldn’t necessarily be surprised. As for the troubled life, I suppose she does. I don’t know much about her. That sounds bad, I’m sure, but I know I deserved that slap. No big deal.” I shoved my hands in my pockets and shrugged a shoulder casually.

I grinned as he asked if I knew any ways that New Directions could help beat Vocal Adrenaline. That was a tough one; I never really paid any attention. I guess that was because I didn’t give a flying shit about the school’s jerky Glee Club, but right now, I was sort of wishing I had. I tried to think of things that might irritate the group a bit. “Well… I guess, if you refuse to even look intimidated by them, they’ll lose some of their ground,” I reflected finally, thinking hard, “I remember a lot of the time they’d just gloat about how they’d rattled you guys up. Don’t let that happen again. If they do something, just have a ‘whatever’ attitude and I guess they’ll realize they can’t mess with you guys. They just do it because they know you can beat them and they also know that they can shake you guys up. So don’t let that, and they’ll get a bit freaked, maybe.” I shrugged -- that was the best I could do, for now. I’d have to keep a look out later for other things like that. My nose wrinkled when he asked if I came by to see Rachel, and I awkwardly rubbed the back of my neck, looking around. “Well… I got bored and just kinda ended up here. Guess I wanted to see her, hang out a bit, but that’s not gonna happen. That’s alright, though. I don’t really have any business surprise visiting her. I’m sure she wouldn’t like it.” Ah, yes, back to reality.

I beamed as he confirmed that he’d be talking to Jesse St. Douche. “Good,” I said firmly, “Because I’ve always hated that son of a bitch but I’m too much of a wuss to give him a talking to myself.” Well… At least I openly admitted it. No point in acting tough when I wasn’t even that great of an actor. Couldn’t lie to save my life. “And of course. I can be a man on the inside. I’m spectacular at being places where I’m not noticed, even if I am really tall.” I nodded when he cleared the air in agreement -- no hard feelings. See? This guy wasn’t bad at all. I didn’t know what the hell everyone else was on about. I frowned, though, as he brought Rachel back up. “Yeah. But it doesn’t really matter, it’s not gonna go any further than this. Don’t think I’m her type. Ah well. Wishful thinking, I suppose. I do, but it doesn’t matter.” I had to get that through my damn mind eventually.

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886 | words |
murder city - green day | lyrics |
holly @ caution 2.o | credit |

[noah puckerman]

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