i can't keep up, quinn <3

[noah puckerman]

I was looking forward to seeing Quinn again today. I hadn't seen her for quite a while and I missed her. The time at the ice cream place seemed.. years ago. And then there was the little run in we'd had with Emily. I hoped she was feeling better now than she had on that night. I had tried to phone her a few times but hadn't had much luck with getting through to her. Maybe it was because my phone was deciding to go incredibly dodgy and kept breaking. It's signal was terrible, to be honest. It never actually sent text messages anymore and rarely allowed me to phone anyone. I tried to use the home phone as much as I could so that I was able to actually hold a conversation before my cell phone blacked out and then started to bleep at me like it was having a spaz attack. At this thought, I took my phone from my pocket and looked to see if I'd had any luck with actually getting a reply. I'd managed to send a text to Quinn saying 'I love you Quinn and I'm not going to be able to see you for a while.. I had to drop out of school. I love you. I'm sorry' I wasn't dropping out of school but I thought it might've been funny. Besides, I was going to find her today and then surprise her. I wasn't going to rest with not being able to see her today. It'd been way too long for me. I rolled my eyes at the black screen and then frowned when the start up screen flashed. I put it back into my pocket, giving up with checking my texts. It'd probably take about a year to load up, anyway.

I felt strangely weird, now, though. I think it was something Rachel had said to me. About me not being much of a badass anymore. I didn't like that. I wanted to be a bad boy, I always had been and I always wanted to be. Even if I was nice to 'geeks' and everyone who I wouldn't have even thought to speak to before Glee, it didn't mean I wasn't a bad boy. Just because I was officially with Quinn didn't mean it would work. We may have loves each other but love didn't always conquer all, did it? No, of course it didn't. Otherwise everyone would still be together forever. I wanted to be with her for as long as possible. I wanted to have a family with her but at the end of the day, I was still Noah Puckerman. I wasn't born to be caged up, metaphorically speaking, and held down. I wasn't known for having a girlfriend and definitely not known for loving anything that wasn't myself. I was Puck, not Noah. The only person who was actually allowed to call me Noah was Rachel. I was bad boy Puck Puckerman. That was that.

But I guess I could make an exception for Quinn Fabray. Afterall, she had had my child. I didn't really ask her to but there must have been something about me that made her want to have a baby that was fathered by me. I smiled to myself as I walked down the halls, looking for her hair or her clothes. I sort of knew that she'd be looking beautiful today. She always did. Woah. Cheesy thoughts. It was a good thing I didn't actually say much to anyone. Unless somebody needed a friend or some advice. I'd found that, even though it wasn't the best, I could still offer some ideas and sometimes they even worked. I looked down at what I was wearing. A simple black shirt with the buttons undone at the top, faded jeans and some trainers. I still hadn't got my mowhawk back yet but my hair was starting to grow so soon enough, I may have it back. It all depended on what Quinn thought. If she wanted me to look like a bad boy again as well as act like one, I'd get it back. If not, I'd leave it. I didn't really miss it much but I knew it made me, me. I shrugged it off. I was Quinn's boyfriend and I felt like I needed to run things by her. That was normal, though, wasn't it? I stopped when I saw Quinn, grinning to myself and then walking over to her. I hoped she'd got the text message from earlier otherwise the thing I was about to do wouldn't work. I walked behind her, put my hands on her waist and then rested my head on her shoulder, still grinning. "Hmm. I couldn't stand being away from you so I didn't drop out." I chuckled and then kissed her cheek softly. "And if you didn't get my text earlier, then ignore what I just said, turn around and kiss me, please?" I whispered.


i'm not even bothering to count the words. this sucks so bad but i had a sudden burst of quick muse. i hope it's okay. i love you, lauren. <3

[quinnfabray]

“I love you Quinn and I'm not going to be able to see you for a while.. I had to drop out of school. I love you. I'm sorry”

I was getting ready for school when my phone lit up, alerting me I had received a text message. Staring at the tiny screen my mouth dropped open in shock. He’d better be kidding was the only thing going through my mind. Puck was a joker, and also an extreme idiot, so this would be the type of thing to seem funny to him. I knew him well enough by now that this was a huge possibility. His text sounded serious though. I typed back a reply:

You’d better be joking or I will kick your ass. I refuse to have a drop out as my boyfriend.

Pressing send I turned my attention back to my reflection in the bedroom mirror. I had decided on a tank dress, the top a dark blue with a floral pattern on the skirt. I picked out a pair of black flats with rhinestone bows on the tips for footwear, and held my hair back with a thin black headband donning a small bow on the side. Glancing at my phone I realized Puck still hadn’t replied, so I sent him another text:

I’m serious. Answer me right now. Joke’s over.

By the time I’d grabbed my books and purse without a single message, I began to get worried. Maybe he was serious. After all, his family wasn’t that well off. Mrs. Puckerman was always working just to get by and Puck’s little sister Eva could be a handful. Maybe they needed money and he was getting a full time job to support them.

Oh god, he couldn’t do this! He had to finish school and get his diploma so he could go to college! What kind of example would he be setting for Eva? And I’d never see him again!

I raced down the stairs and grabbed an apple for breakfast, eating it quickly and following with a thing of yogurt before bidding Mrs. Jones goodbye and shouting out to Mercedes that I’d see her at school. She always rode with Kurt anyway, and left a lot later than I did because she took so long to get ready. I was pretty simple- dress, flats, sometimes I’d fix my hair, put on a light bit of makeup and go. Mercedes had a full routine involving exact measure and precision that could not be interrupted, so it was a lot easier to just leave her alone and let her do her thing than sit around waiting.

On the drive to school I busied myself with possible solutions for the Puckerman’s financial problems. I could get a part time job after school to help out so Puck wouldn’t have to work full time, and maybe the Glee club could help out with a fundraiser or something. We’d had a bake sale for a bus and ramps for Artie, so why not Puck? We were all a team and there was no way we could let this happen. If it came down to it and desperate measures had to be taken, I knew I could talk to my mother. She’d come off very well in the divorce and even though we didn’t speak much I had no doubt I could talk her in to it. Even if it meant making some sort of deal with her and moving back home, I’d do whatever it took for Puck and his family. I loved him, and I would do everything in my power to prevent this from happening.

I was still in deep thought as I made my way up to my locker and began organizing my books for the first few classes when I felt a pair of hands on my waist. Before I even had time to panic a familiar head rested itself on my shoulder.

“Hmm. I couldn't stand being away from you so I didn't drop out. And if you didn't get my text earlier, then ignore what I just said, turn around and kiss me, please?"

My eyes went wide at the sound of his voice. I could hear the amusement and humor clear as a bell, and immediately felt a huge sense of relief wash over my body. Puck wasn’t dropping out. His family wasn’t going bankrupt, and he didn’t have to quit school. The feeling lasted all of about five seconds before it hit me: IT WAS ALL A JOKE.

Turning around I slapped him across the face, the palm of my hand making a satisfying noise against his cheek.

“You bastard! What the hell is wrong with you? That wasn’t funny!”

I glared at him, hoping he realized how pissed off I was about this. Still, I was really happy that he wasn’t dropping out, and it had been a while since I’d seen him. As much as I hated to admit it, I missed him. So after I quit yelling I pulled his head towards me and kissed him hard against the lips.

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[noah puckerman]

I was starting to think that maybe it wasn't the best idea to text her that. I knew that, right now, Quinn wasn't really one to take jokes. Or at least, not ones about me dropping out of school. Well, then again, it would let me see whether she would be ashamed of me. I didn't want her to be, though. It wasn't like I'd ever do that to her reputation. Then again, if the tables were turned, I don't think I'd really be ashamed of her being a drop out. It would be more upset that I wouldn't see her around school or be able to sing with her. I really hoped that Mr Schuester would actually let me and her do a duet. I'd have to ask him about that. Of course, that was down to whether she wanted to do a duet with me.. and if she wasn't about to kill me for my lame joke. I'd seen angry Quinn and I didn't really want to go through that again. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and wondered whether it would be safe to pull away and check who the messages were from. Though, if they were from Quinn, there was no point in reading them. Obviously, whatever the texts were about - if from Quinn - she'd be about to express them in different ways. Maybe she'd be happy I wasn't actually dropping out, turn around and kiss me like I'd asked her to. Or maybe she'd turn around, push me away and kick my ass. I was pretty sure it would be the latter.

And I was right because at that moment, she turned around and slapped me across the face. A sudden stinging feeling came to my cheek and my head had turned from the force of her hand. I closed my eyes, my own hand shooting to my cheek and rubbing the sore part. I looked away from her to look around the other students, frowning because a few of them were looking in our direction. Not many, but a few. The few soon turned into a lot because Quinn then went on to shout at me. I stared at her as she threw the words at me, realising full well that the joke was probably the worst thing I could have possibly done right now. I looked at the other kids again, frowning and then shaking my head. My cheek was still burning and I was sure there was a nice red mark in the shape of Quinn's hand. I was about to say I was sorry and that I shouldn't have done it but her lips were on mine straight away. I frowned at first and then smiled, kissing her back and closing my eyes.

I knew that the kids watching were probably confused at what had just happened. All they'd seen was Quinn slap me, shout at me and then kiss me. I pulled away from her after a few seconds and then opened my eyes, sighing softly. I stroked her cheek gently, biting my lip. "I'm sorry." I whispered, shaking my head. "That was a bone head thing to do and I'll never do it again, I promise." I kissed her softly again and then smiled. "But promise me something, as well?" I added quietly, "Please don't slap me again. Because it fucking hurts." I bit my lip. It did. It honestly still stung.



blah. blah. blah. this sucks, again. sorry for taking so long <3

[quinnfabray]

It was never a good idea to piss me off. I had always been able to keep the good girl image up, my halo glowing as I acted the part of the golden child so annoyingly perfect you just had to hate from afar while also secretly worshiping. But if you knew me well, like really, really well you knew that my temper was not something to take lightly. The attitude I gained from the pregnancy was proof of that. I wouldn’t be joining fight club any time soon, but I could hold my own in a fight and I wasn’t afraid to get my hands dirty if you really made me mad. Since having Beth my good girl image was pretty much gone, so I’d abandoned the halo awhile back. And while I would not be replacing it with a pair of devil horns like the ones my boyfriend seemed to have, I was going for just being Quinn. Plain old Quinn Fabray, nothing special. Maybe the lack of spotlight would be good for me. I was happy to be out of the limelight for once. So I swore now, I wasn’t afraid to voice my opinion or say what I wanted. The perfect act was gone, I was tired of it.

So when Puck decided to try and be funny (which he’s rarely good at because his idea of a joke is always cruel) it ticked me off. Really, most of the time his jokes didn’t bother me much. Yes, were stupid but so was just about everything else he decided to do and since I’d known him for so long I’d gotten used to it. But when he pulled shit like this it was different. He scared me, made me think that his future was in jeopardy. I’d freaked out because even though he was a stupid bastard, I couldn’t help that I was in love with him. He made me furious all the time, got on my nerves constantly and half the time on purpose, and generally acted like an ass. I knew I was probably one of the dumbest people in the world to love him anyway, but the heart wants what it wants right? And I knew deep inside me that even with all of his constant bullshit Puck was the one I was supposed to be with. Life had a funny way of turning out sometimes but in the end there’s no point avoiding it. You either give in and accept it and embrace it or you fight it and stay miserable. And I’d been miserable for far too long.

I think maybe he started to get how serious I was though, once I smacked him. He seemed shocked that I’d done it, but I’m sure it was just because I’d caught him by surprise. Back when I was pregnant I got mean, so the bitchiness wasn’t new to him. I saw him rub his cheek where I’d slapped him, which made me kind of happy in a sick and twisted way. I liked knowing I had that much power over him.

“I'm sorry. That was a bone head thing to do and I'll never do it again, I promise.” He kissed me again after apologizing, which didn’t suck at all, and then asked for me not to hit him again.

“Yes it was. And if you are dumb enough to try it again you won’t need to quit school because I’ll kill you.” I replied sweetly. “If you don’t do anything stupid like that then I won’t have to.” I said, avoiding a flat out promise. We both knew he’d screw up again eventually and I’d have to smack him. But that’s love I guess. I grabbed my books and bag from my locker and slammed the door shut, clicking the lock back in place. Linking my arm through Puck’s I pressed a kiss on the injured cheek and looked up at him. “Sorry. Even if you are a bone head, you’re my bone head and I love you.”

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TAGGING PUCK<3 WORDS six seven sevenLYRICS CAN’T TAKE MY EYES OFF YOU. NOTES HIIII <3CREDIT R A W R IT’S E M M A ! OF CAUTION.

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