Comments | mckinleyvdalton: I can't tell you what it really is. I can only tell you what it feels like.

jewhawk in mckinleyvdalton

I can't tell you what it really is. I can only tell you what it feels like.

Jul 22, 2011 02:09

Who? Puck and Quinn
Where? The Lima Bean
When? The day after the accident
What? In which Puck finds comfort in an unlikely place
Rating: PG-13 ( Read more... )

[character] noah puckerman, [episodes] between seasons, [character] quinn fabray, [where] mckinley high

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lucyqfabray July 23 2011, 06:31:20 UTC

Since the accident, Quinn had been praying. For the well being of those injured and even those who hadn't been. Like Kurt. She couldn't imagine what he must be going through. Before they'd found out who was involved, Quinn had panicked, scared of who it might have been. She'd found herself scared that one certain person had been hurt. The one person she would never admit to having been freaked over. Puck ( ... )

jewhawk July 24 2011, 04:25:57 UTC

Spotting Quinn across the room, there were still certain feelings that arose when he saw her, ranging from everything from hurt to deep regret to friendship to a level of protective unlike anything else, to love. Despite everything, Quinn would always be the first girl he'd ever truly loved.

He ordered his coffee quickly, and walked over to join her, taking a seat at her table. "Sup?" he asked simply, looking her over. "You okay?"

lucyqfabray August 15 2011, 02:16:31 UTC

Seeing him arrive, Quinn sucked in a breath, watching him over her cup as he ordered his own beverage and made his way over to her. When he sat down, she let out the breath she'd been holding, forcing a smile to her face. The way he could still disarm her was unsettling, but she wasn't about to let him know he had that, or any, power over her.

"I am." She answered quietly, taking another sip of her beverage before setting the cup gently back down on the table. Quinn lifted her hazel eyes to his, concern in them. "Are you?"

jewhawk August 15 2011, 02:39:23 UTC

Puck's dark eyes traced the familiar face, and a rush of memories came flooding back. It wasn't as if he didn't see her pretty regularly, even now. But there was still a part of him that dealt with things when he saw her... Things that he'd convinced himself time and again were old news, nothing to think about, no big deal.

And yet the tone of her voice had him sinking down into the chair across from her, shaking his head. "No... I mean... Yeah, physically, I feel fine... I... I'm worried about Mike, Q... And Blaine. I should've... I..." he shook his head, taking a large gulp of his coffee. "I couldn't stop Mike from getting in the car. He wouldn't fucking listen."

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