Ficlet: All We Are, We Are.
Title: All We Are, We Are. (Ficlet)
Author:dangercw
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Warnings: This is a ficlet set to three songs randomly picked on iTunes.
Summary: An iTunes Meme Ficlet for Quick.
Author's Note: My wonderful Beta an_an0maly kicked ass and helped me with it. Mucho love to her.
6 Months- Hey Monday
All her life, Quinn Fabray feared standing on Charter Oak Drive. She hasn't been on the street in months, years really, but she's here now. Her feet are carrying her to where her heart fears, but wants to go. It makes no sense for the young woman to just come back. There would be no parade or celebration because she should not of come home. Yet, something in the back of her mind, or maybe even her heart, pulled her home back to them. Dusk was setting, porch lights acting as beacons toward the house. All those months ago, Quinn honestly believed it was what she wanted, that leaving them was what she wanted. And he had let her go. Freed her with a sad smile, pressed lips against her forehead and told her to come home soon.
And then she was there, standing at the door of the Puckerman household, her white knuckles wrapping against the door.
When it opens, Quinn stops breathing for a moment. He's the same Noah Puckerman he's always been; tall, muscular, tan. His eyes are cold for a moment but when they soften, it only takes Quinn a second to realize why she had missed him so much. It’s then she appears. There is a whipping of blonde hair as two tiny arms wrap themselves around Puck's denim covered calves. Quinn's eyes can only stare down at the girl. She remembers pictures of herself as a toddler and this girl, Beth, is the spitting image. Suddenly an ache fills her chest, a pain and a longing as her mistake comes to light. She left her family and said goodbye to them.
Quinn's hand is clutching at her chest as Puck reaches for it, pulling it towards his own chest. One simple touch and she was shaking, her body weakening into his. Puck's other hand cups her cheek and her head leans into his palm as the rough pad of his thumb strokes her cheek. Tears welled in both sets of eyes and instinct came over her. Quinn pressed up, her lips landing softly on Puck's. The stubble on his face scratches against her cheek as his lips moisten hers and every nerve in her body shoots off. The numbness she had been carrying was gone, replaced with love, lust, want and desire. Thoughts of past mistakes were forgotten at the feel of Puck’s lips against hers.
"Yuck," Beth sounded, swinging on Puck's leg, her little hazel orbs gazing up at her parents. The chuckle they both shared broke them apart, Puck's hand still on her cheek. Quinn sighed, relieved for the first time since her plane had landed. The little blonde girl reached up again, grasping for Quinn's hand and her mother eagerly offered it. She was being dragged inside, tugged and rushed by Beth and that was all she needed. Months of missing, of doubting her choice, all to come home to a family who still wanted her. A family that never said goodbye.
She- Parachute
He hated being her dirty secret more than anything. Secrets. That’s what he hated just as much. He had been her secret before; the secret father of her daughter, the secret that could never come to light. He was Noah Puckerman though, and secrets weren’t his thing. Maybe it was wrong of him to plot and plan ways to out her, out the truth of the baby, but he could never act on his desires. The little devil that sat on his shoulder, complete with Mohawk, egged him on. Told him to do it, but never once did the words cross his lips.
And then the baby was gone, they were juniors and he was still her secret. Puck didn’t understand it. Quinn would never go public with him, never hold his hand or kiss him the way Rachel and Finn did, and she was slowly breaking him apart. The anger boiled up day in and day out but still the young football stud remained quiet as to the truth.
He had the perfect reason for not being able to speak. It wasn’t as if everyone had the chance to kiss Quinn Fabray. Puck couldn’t explain to anyone what kissing Quinn was like. Puck really couldn’t explain Quinn to anyone. She infuriated him. She pleased him. She captivated him. She made him feel like a frigging chick at times but then again, she didn’t make anyone else feel that way. So Puck opted to not find the words to try and tell her.
The game carried on for weeks. Quinn would be bitter and harsh to him in public, and sweet and vulnerable in the safety of her home. It drove Puck mental, the hot and cold of the blonde. But he wouldn’t give up what he had for anything. He had no reason to. Until he got in the way. Finn’s little protégé. Sam Freaking Evans. Puck’s chance at setting sail on the U.S.S. Quinn was running out of time and Sammy Boy was getting closer to docking.
Noah Puckerman was a desperate man. They were never going to win state. Even with Sam at the gun they sucked, but the big sparkly eyes Quinn had once flashed him on stolen afternoons, were now aimed at Sam. And more than Puck wanted beer, or tobacco, or even his daughter back, he wanted big sparkly eyes aimed at him. So the fact that he demanded the ball on the last play surprised few. His ridiculous victory dance surprised no one. His sprint over to the Head Cheerio surprised the hell out of everyone.
“No more games Quinn,” He told her, sweat rolling down his temples as he pushed the celebrations away. “I want you to be mine. So, this is it okay? Either give me a shot, or let me get the hell out of this before you kill me.”
Quinn never even had a chance to respond beyond a few stuttered ‘uh’s’ before Puck had his hand on her back, tugging her body into his and his full lips covered her small ones. And then she was kissing him back, in front of the Cheerios, the football team and most of McKinley High. She was finally kissing him for all to see.
Leave Me Alone (I’m Lonely)- P!nk
Suffocation was a terrible way to die. A lack of oxygen, gasping for air that wouldn’t come, that would never come. Most days Quinn Puckerman felt like she was suffocating under the grasp of her husband. The naive girl who thought that marriage straight out of high school, had long been gone and instead, a resentful, moody woman took her place. Some days she hated Puck more than anything in the world, and others she couldn’t help but smile at the thought of her husband. The journey from a wide-eyed girl ready to marry the love of her life, to a woman who regretted every choice since ‘I do’, wasn’t complicated. Puck clung to Quinn as if she was his last hope for survival.
She kicked him out of the house. A worn down, beat up, old place that maybe once they could of been proud of. Except she’d make him come right back just hours later. Quinn would scream, swear and throw things at him. Puck’d take it because he loved her. She hated him for loving her. She loved him for never hating her. Their domestic abuse cycle just never broke. The blonde just wanted to be alone, away from him but the second he’d concede and leave, she’d be crying on the phone for his return.
Quinn had chances, as she often reminded her berated husband. She could easily walk out their door and have handfuls of men bowing at her feet. Both she and Puck knew the truth though. Quinn would never want to wake up with a man who wasn’t her husband. She just didn’t want to wake up with him either. It was their constant battle for what she wanted and what she got. Puck, for some reason that Quinn couldn’t understand, didn’t give up. He didn’t just leave like he could have (should have).
“Give me some time, Puck!” She would scream at him, picking up the nearest object just to throw at him. Like always, Puck would hang his head, grab the keys and step outside. Six hours later, Quinn would push their front door open and he would come back. He always came back.
That was the problem really. Puck always came back. Quinn could be violent, brutal and evil to him, but he’d always come back. She’d stopped fearing she’d miss him and come to just not miss him. She wanted to have the cake and eat it too. She wanted to have two lives but she didn’t want to give anything up to get those lives. It was selfish. It was childish. And yet, Puck always came back.
Author:dangercw
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Warnings: This is a ficlet set to three songs randomly picked on iTunes.
Summary: An iTunes Meme Ficlet for Quick.
Author's Note: My wonderful Beta an_an0maly kicked ass and helped me with it. Mucho love to her.
6 Months- Hey Monday
All her life, Quinn Fabray feared standing on Charter Oak Drive. She hasn't been on the street in months, years really, but she's here now. Her feet are carrying her to where her heart fears, but wants to go. It makes no sense for the young woman to just come back. There would be no parade or celebration because she should not of come home. Yet, something in the back of her mind, or maybe even her heart, pulled her home back to them. Dusk was setting, porch lights acting as beacons toward the house. All those months ago, Quinn honestly believed it was what she wanted, that leaving them was what she wanted. And he had let her go. Freed her with a sad smile, pressed lips against her forehead and told her to come home soon.
And then she was there, standing at the door of the Puckerman household, her white knuckles wrapping against the door.
When it opens, Quinn stops breathing for a moment. He's the same Noah Puckerman he's always been; tall, muscular, tan. His eyes are cold for a moment but when they soften, it only takes Quinn a second to realize why she had missed him so much. It’s then she appears. There is a whipping of blonde hair as two tiny arms wrap themselves around Puck's denim covered calves. Quinn's eyes can only stare down at the girl. She remembers pictures of herself as a toddler and this girl, Beth, is the spitting image. Suddenly an ache fills her chest, a pain and a longing as her mistake comes to light. She left her family and said goodbye to them.
Quinn's hand is clutching at her chest as Puck reaches for it, pulling it towards his own chest. One simple touch and she was shaking, her body weakening into his. Puck's other hand cups her cheek and her head leans into his palm as the rough pad of his thumb strokes her cheek. Tears welled in both sets of eyes and instinct came over her. Quinn pressed up, her lips landing softly on Puck's. The stubble on his face scratches against her cheek as his lips moisten hers and every nerve in her body shoots off. The numbness she had been carrying was gone, replaced with love, lust, want and desire. Thoughts of past mistakes were forgotten at the feel of Puck’s lips against hers.
"Yuck," Beth sounded, swinging on Puck's leg, her little hazel orbs gazing up at her parents. The chuckle they both shared broke them apart, Puck's hand still on her cheek. Quinn sighed, relieved for the first time since her plane had landed. The little blonde girl reached up again, grasping for Quinn's hand and her mother eagerly offered it. She was being dragged inside, tugged and rushed by Beth and that was all she needed. Months of missing, of doubting her choice, all to come home to a family who still wanted her. A family that never said goodbye.
She- Parachute
He hated being her dirty secret more than anything. Secrets. That’s what he hated just as much. He had been her secret before; the secret father of her daughter, the secret that could never come to light. He was Noah Puckerman though, and secrets weren’t his thing. Maybe it was wrong of him to plot and plan ways to out her, out the truth of the baby, but he could never act on his desires. The little devil that sat on his shoulder, complete with Mohawk, egged him on. Told him to do it, but never once did the words cross his lips.
And then the baby was gone, they were juniors and he was still her secret. Puck didn’t understand it. Quinn would never go public with him, never hold his hand or kiss him the way Rachel and Finn did, and she was slowly breaking him apart. The anger boiled up day in and day out but still the young football stud remained quiet as to the truth.
He had the perfect reason for not being able to speak. It wasn’t as if everyone had the chance to kiss Quinn Fabray. Puck couldn’t explain to anyone what kissing Quinn was like. Puck really couldn’t explain Quinn to anyone. She infuriated him. She pleased him. She captivated him. She made him feel like a frigging chick at times but then again, she didn’t make anyone else feel that way. So Puck opted to not find the words to try and tell her.
The game carried on for weeks. Quinn would be bitter and harsh to him in public, and sweet and vulnerable in the safety of her home. It drove Puck mental, the hot and cold of the blonde. But he wouldn’t give up what he had for anything. He had no reason to. Until he got in the way. Finn’s little protégé. Sam Freaking Evans. Puck’s chance at setting sail on the U.S.S. Quinn was running out of time and Sammy Boy was getting closer to docking.
Noah Puckerman was a desperate man. They were never going to win state. Even with Sam at the gun they sucked, but the big sparkly eyes Quinn had once flashed him on stolen afternoons, were now aimed at Sam. And more than Puck wanted beer, or tobacco, or even his daughter back, he wanted big sparkly eyes aimed at him. So the fact that he demanded the ball on the last play surprised few. His ridiculous victory dance surprised no one. His sprint over to the Head Cheerio surprised the hell out of everyone.
“No more games Quinn,” He told her, sweat rolling down his temples as he pushed the celebrations away. “I want you to be mine. So, this is it okay? Either give me a shot, or let me get the hell out of this before you kill me.”
Quinn never even had a chance to respond beyond a few stuttered ‘uh’s’ before Puck had his hand on her back, tugging her body into his and his full lips covered her small ones. And then she was kissing him back, in front of the Cheerios, the football team and most of McKinley High. She was finally kissing him for all to see.
Leave Me Alone (I’m Lonely)- P!nk
Suffocation was a terrible way to die. A lack of oxygen, gasping for air that wouldn’t come, that would never come. Most days Quinn Puckerman felt like she was suffocating under the grasp of her husband. The naive girl who thought that marriage straight out of high school, had long been gone and instead, a resentful, moody woman took her place. Some days she hated Puck more than anything in the world, and others she couldn’t help but smile at the thought of her husband. The journey from a wide-eyed girl ready to marry the love of her life, to a woman who regretted every choice since ‘I do’, wasn’t complicated. Puck clung to Quinn as if she was his last hope for survival.
She kicked him out of the house. A worn down, beat up, old place that maybe once they could of been proud of. Except she’d make him come right back just hours later. Quinn would scream, swear and throw things at him. Puck’d take it because he loved her. She hated him for loving her. She loved him for never hating her. Their domestic abuse cycle just never broke. The blonde just wanted to be alone, away from him but the second he’d concede and leave, she’d be crying on the phone for his return.
Quinn had chances, as she often reminded her berated husband. She could easily walk out their door and have handfuls of men bowing at her feet. Both she and Puck knew the truth though. Quinn would never want to wake up with a man who wasn’t her husband. She just didn’t want to wake up with him either. It was their constant battle for what she wanted and what she got. Puck, for some reason that Quinn couldn’t understand, didn’t give up. He didn’t just leave like he could have (should have).
“Give me some time, Puck!” She would scream at him, picking up the nearest object just to throw at him. Like always, Puck would hang his head, grab the keys and step outside. Six hours later, Quinn would push their front door open and he would come back. He always came back.
That was the problem really. Puck always came back. Quinn could be violent, brutal and evil to him, but he’d always come back. She’d stopped fearing she’d miss him and come to just not miss him. She wanted to have the cake and eat it too. She wanted to have two lives but she didn’t want to give anything up to get those lives. It was selfish. It was childish. And yet, Puck always came back.