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The Way I Am || Quick

Tagging → Quinn Fabray and Noah Puckerman Time Frame → July 19th, 2013 Location → Puck's bedroom General Notes → Quinn shares something she's been preparing for Puck despite some issues along the way. Puck ends up sharing just how much he enjoyed what she provided.

Puck banged his head against his desk as he attempted to understand the diagram in front of him. Hearing a knock on the door, Puck lightly jogged to the foyer. He swung the front door open and automatically smiled at the sight of his girlfriend. "Hey, baby. I didn't know you were coming over today." Puck leaned forward and placed a kiss on her lips before stepping aside to let her in.

Quinn couldn't help to smile at the grinning Puck who answered the door. She smiled into the soft kiss and stepped inside the home. "I figured I'd come visit you to make sure that you hadn't exploded your brain from all this studying. Plus Artie told me that you needed some help." The thought of she had been rehearsing something for him crossed her mind but she figured that would wait. His work was a bit more important.

Puck closed the door behind her and took her hand. "Well that was sweet of you." Puck led her up to his room and quickly collapsed face first on his bed. "I don't even want to look at the book right now." He patted the spot next to him, motioning for her to join him on the bed.

Quinn followed Puck up to his room and snorted when he fell on to his bed. "How long have you been studying? Maybe you should take a break," Quinn paused for a moment and laughed softly. "I never thought that you'd ever need a break from studying. This is different." She took a seat beside him and ruffled his mohawk playfully. "I have an idea what we could do on your study break."

Puck glanced at his watch and shrugged. "Like an hour and a half. It's just so fucking boring and confusing." Puck let out a frustrated groan and shook his head. He rolled over and looked at her. Smirking, he raised an eyebrow. "Oh yea? What's this idea of yours, Fabray?"

Quinn looked to the open book on his desk, "I could always look through them and find the important points in them for you. Half the textbook you probably won't even need." She watched him roll over immediately at her comment and Quinn laughed softly. "Not what I know you're thinking. I've actually being preparing something for you.."

Puck smiled. "That would help a lot. Thanks, Q." Furrowing his eyebrows, he glanced up at the blonde. "Wait. Preparing?" Puck sat up and looked at Quinn, confused. "What have you been preparing?"

Quinn got up from the bed to grab his guitar and sit back down cross-legged on the bed. Adjusting the guitar in her lap, she ran through what she had been practising on a guitar at Grease rehearsals. "You've sang to me a couple times so I wanted to do the same." She took the pick out from in between the strings and prepared herself to start.

Puck watched her walk over and grab his guitar. He couldn't help but stare as she took a seat in front of him. A girl with a guitar was definitely a turn on for Puck. "You're gonna sing for me? Can't wait to hear it, babe." Puck sat up straight and motioned for her to begin.

Quinn exhaled slowly and double checked to make sure her fingers were in the right spot. "Okay..." she spoke looking at the guitar. She felt nervous suddenly. Her guitar skills weren't that great. She made it through the first chord progression and her confidence began to grow a bit. "If you were falling, then I would catch you. You need a light, I'd find a match," she finally began to sing, forcing on the guitar and not Puck.

Puck smiled softly as Quinn began to strum the guitar. He watched her proudly as she nailed the chords. Listening to Quinn sing was one of Puck's favorite things and it was all he could focus on at the moment. Puck listened to the lyrics and they put a smile on his face.

Quinn was doing better than she expected she would especially since she had taught herself and struggled with it drastically before. "Cause I love the way you say good morning and you take me the way I am. If you are chilly, here take my sweater. Your head is aching, I'll make it better." Feeling far more confident, she glanced up to a smiling Puck and then regretted the decision as she felt her fingers falter on a chord.

Puck smiled at the blonde and listened silently, just taking in the moment. His smile grew when she made eye contact with him. Puck grimaced slightly as she missed a chord and watched Quinn become increasingly frustrated. Crawling behind her, Puck placed his hand over hers and guided her fingers into the right position. "Right there, just keep going. It's fine," he whispered into her ear.

Quinn looked up from the guitar to one: prevent from wanting to smash the guitar and two: because she felt the bed move as Puck came closer to her. She smiled at him shyly for his help. Taking a test strum, Quinn began again and made a note to focus on the guitar. "Cause I love the way you call me baby and you take me the way I am. I'd buy you Rogaine when you start losing all your hair. Sew on patches to all you tear," she sang and kept her head down this time, laughing at the last line of the song.

Puck smiled and ghosted his hand over hers as she continued to play. He didn't even have to adjust her anymore, but he enjoyed being this close to Quinn. Puck chuckled at the lyrics. "I hope I don't go bald," he mumbled as she continued to play. He pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder.

Quinn shook her head at Puck and giggled softly. She exhaled slowly, simply playing until she reached the final part of the song. "Cause I love you more than I could ever promise," she sang softly and smiled to herself. Feeling the kiss on her shoulder, she messed up even though she was looking at the guitar. Trying to find her place again, she looked up to pout at him. "I was almost done..."

Puck smirked at Quinn and shook his head. "Sorry. I had to." He quickly fixed the placement of her fingers and nudged her softly. "Go ahead, babe. You got this." He offered her a reassuring smile and moved away from her so he could fully watch her as she finished the last part of the song.

Quinn made a face at him and was slightly jealous at how quickly Puck had learned the song and was able to replace her fingers. "And you take me the way I am. You take me the way I am. You take me the way I am," her voice faded softer as she repeated the line and she immediately dropped her hands for the guitar and rested it on top of her knees. "That wasn't that bad right?"

Puck clapped softly once she finished the song. Smiling, he leaned forward and connected their lips. He pulled away and ran his thumb over her cheek. "That was amazing, Quinn. Thank you for that. I really liked it." He kissed her cheek and sat back.

Quinn laughed gently at his clapping. She kissed him back softly and the relief of having the song finished rushed pasted her. "Well I knew you'd like it. I'm pretty sure I could do anything and you'd like it." She smiled at the kiss upon her cheek and got up to replace the guitar in its holder. Taking her seat back on the bed, she exhaled dramatically and glanced over to Puck. "But I'm glad you liked it."

Puck smiled and scooted closer to her once she sat down once more. He wrapped is arm around her waist and laughed. "True. I'm a big fan of anything that Quinn Fabray does. But Quinn Fabray holding a guitar and singing to me? That was pretty fucking amazing." He winked at her and pressed his lips to her cheek. "And I enjoyed the song choice."

Quinn laughed at his antics and smiled at him, wrinkling her nose. "I'm happy then. I heard the song and thought about you. Especially the Rogaine part. I've been thinking you just have the mohawk to cover up the fact that your hair sucks," she teased him and nudged him. "So you like anything Quinn Fabray does?"

Puck frowned and ran his fingers through his hair. "Hey! I have awesome hair." Pouting, he crossed his arms over his chest. "Well I used to like anything Quinn Fabray does. But now I just think she's mean."

Quinn ruffled his hair once his hand left it just to mess with him. "I don't know. Quinn Fabray is always amazing and always right," she grinned at him and pressed a kiss to his lips. "Did that make Pucky Wuck feel better?"

Puck smiled against her lips and rolled his eyes. "Don't call me Pucky Wuck or I'll start calling you....sugartits." He chuckled and pushed Quinn back against the bed. Hovering over her, he smirked down at the blonde. "So what's it gonna be, sugartits?"

Quinn squeaked being pushed down onto the bed and glared at the new possible nickname. "That nickname makes no sense though. I'm just making a rhyme with your name that's super adorable and cute...much like you."

Puck laughed and shook his head. "Well your boobs are sweet. Sooooo.....sugartits." He smirked and the blonde before collapsing onto the bed next to her. "I'm just kidding. I'd never actually call you that. No matter how sweet your tits are."

Quinn crinkled her nose at him and felt her eyes were saying what she was thinking right now: 'You're a moron, Noah Puckerman.' Rolling onto her side, Quinn smiled at him. "I don't think I'd ever want a nickname that was about my breasts....my Pucky Wuck."

Puck rolled his eyes at the nickname. "Fine. Then you're just my Quinn. And that's how it's always going to be."

Quinn's whole face brightened at the sound of being called his. She took her own turn to roll on top of him and smirking down at him. "So how much longer of a break do you need?"

Puck glanced at his watch and then back up at his girlfriend. "I think I can extend the break for some...extracurricular activities." Smirking, he pulled Quinn down and hungrily connected their lips. Studying could wait until later.

#the way i am #np #para

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The Mohawk, Trout and Lady || Spuick

Tagging → Quinn Fabray, Noah Puckerman and Sam Evans Time Frame → July 12th, 2013 Location → Quinn's bedroom General Notes → Camping trip plans, third wheels, cross-dressing and cookies. Typical night, obviously.

Quinn sat on her bed and vigorously searched on her laptop for this mysterious perfect campsite Puck had found. She was pretty sure it had to be an actual campsite but she was having no luck finding it. "So if you were just on your bike and came randomly across it, how are we suppose to get there again?"

Sam snorted at Quinn's words, his peridot gaze roaming at the surroundings with a small smile. "I think he was actually really, really, really drunk, and he actually only imagined it."

Puck laid on her bed with his head hanging off of the edge. Snorting, he shook his head. "I followed a path behind the supermarket for a good 15 mins. The path was wide enough for my truck. So it has to exist."

Quinn rolled her eyes and glanced from Puck to Sam, "It's probably someone's property. I don't want some weird Lima person shooting at us for being on their property." She nudged Puck's leg with her foot. "Plus Sam can't even run. He's still gimpy."

Sam "I am not gimpy," he let out with a small gasp, shifting his eyes from her desk towards her face. "I'm just.... Not that easily transportable for a few more days. That's all."

Puck nudged her back and looked over at Sam upside down. "It's ok, Sir Limpsalot. I'll carry you." Chuckling, he returned to tossing his ball into the air. "I mean I was out there for hours and no one came and yelled at me."

Quinn giggled at the nickname Puck gave Sam and looked over at Sam with a grin. "Aw. That's sweet. My cuddle muffin will carry you like the gentleman he is," she teased Puck shamelessly, enjoying giving him horrible pet names just to see his reaction. Her eyebrows furrowed at Puck's confidence in the spot and she attempted to find another reason not to go camping. "Well does everyone even have tents? Mine only holds four people."

Sam crunched up his nose, lifting a brow at the awful nickname. "Cuddle muffin? Cuddle muffin?" He scoffed, leaning back against the computer chair once more, his eyes searching for any patterns on the ceiling. "You really think I'd sleep in a tent with the both of you? No, thanks."

Puck frowned and threw the rubber ball at Sam's head. "Shut up, dude." He sat up, steadying himself slightly. "Woah. Head rush. Anyways. I have 2 tents, and I plan on sleeping on a sleeping bag in the bed of my truck anyways so people can use my tents."

Quinn smirked at the exchange between the two boys but refrained from using another pet name. "So I can fit three people in my tent then," she glanced to Puck quickly and calculated the rest in her head, "That should be enough right?"

Sam frowned, looking over at the couple as he caught the ball in his left hand. "Because you seriously think somebody would sleep in a tent with y'all?"

Puck crawled up the bed and sat against the headboard next to Quinn. "What part of 'I'm sleeping in the bed of my truck' did you not understand, Evans." He clapped his hands together, asking Sam to throw him the ball.

Sam sent the ball once more, lifting a brow. "Well, Quinn will sleep with you in there. And now eeeeeeeeverybody will hear you both nasty asses getting it on under the stars." Immediately stopping his spinning movements, Sam shifted his gaze from Puck to Quinn. To Puck. To Quinn. "I don't think this trip is such a good idea after all."

Quinn made a face at Sam. "I'm far more classier than that, Sam. How dare you!" She chucked one of her many decorative pillows at him. "I will be sleeping in a tent, not exposed to nature. Nature and I do not mix at all."

Puck rolled his eyes as he caught the ball. "I'm not really down for doing it in front of y'all. I like SOME privacy." He shook his head and leaned into Quinn. "We should definitely go camping."

Sam lifted an eyebrow, his lips finding their way inside of his mouth, keeping silent the memory of one Noah Puckerman getting a blowjob during a party at some random dude's house, in one of the closet nearby. "Yeah, I'm up for it. I kinda want to do some fishing while we're camping. Is there a lake, or something?"

Quinn leaned back against Puck and rested her head on his shoulder. "What am I allowed to bring on this camping trip? Do I really have to rough it because I don't think I can do that? I am bringing my generator so I can blow dry my hair."

Puck rolled the ball between his hands and smirked at Sam. "Yea man. There's a lake. I'll bring my fishing gear." Chuckling, he shifted his gaze to his girlfriend and smiled. "Just don't bring like your entire bookshelf. Try to pack light."

Sam 's jaw dropped. "Are you serious, Q?" He shook his head, frowning at Puck's words. "No, that's not a camping trip if she brings her shit! It's one man, one kit. Like, we're gonna be in the woooooods. No make-up, no showers."

Quinn glared at Sam and stole the ball from Puck's hands to proceed to throw it hard at Sam. "Hey! An unhappy Quinn is an unhappy everyone. I'll bring my camping supplies I had from my girl scout days. I still have a ton somewhere."

Puck chuckled and watched Quinn hurl the ball at Sam's head. "I wouldn't mess with her, dude. She hits hard."

Sam yelped a little, catching the ball that fell on the ground after a marvelous rebound on the side of his skull. "You're awful, Fabray."

Quinn bite her lip and shrugged. "I'm amazing, Evans. I'll try to actually camp but I can't promise I'll have fun." Glancing at her alarm clock on the nightstand, her eyes widen and she was on her feet immediately. "Okay. I'll be right back." She scurried off to the kitchen to ensure she hadn't horribly burnt her cookies she had been baking.

Puck stared at Quinn's butt as she ran out the door before looking at Sam with a smug face. "My girl has an amazing ass." Chuckling, he stretched his arms over his head and looked around her room. "Quinn has so much crap."

Sam "Amazing is a strong word." He chuckled a little when Puck let out his comment, but he shook his head. "Real talk? I feel you. But not Quinn's. I mean, yeah. On the other hand, Mercedes' ass is just... Damn." Another small laugh slipped from his mouth as he threw the ball once more. "Dude, I know. Like... How much money did she spent on all of those weird thingys everywhere?"

Puck chuckled and caught the ball. "I dunno, man. I'm pretty sure she doesn't even use or wear half of this crap." Puck tossed the ball at Sam and got off the bed, heading to her dresser. He picked up a straw hat and looked it over before placing it on his head. "What do you think, Samuel? Do I pull it off?"

Sam could barely hold the ugly laughter that got out of him, also standing up from his spot to join the mohawked teen. "You look absolutely gorgeous." Grabbing a yellow beanie, he pushed it on his blonde locks, his ears getting caught underneath the fabric, using a higher tone with an exaggerated bat of his lashes. "Am I a pretty princess, now?"

Puck shoved Same and laughed. "Oh Em Gee. That color is like perfect for you." Puck could barely keep a straight face as he grabbed a scarf and threw it onto his neck. "Let's go shopping, Sam." Puck strutted over and swung open her closet door, his jaw dropping at the amount of clothes it contained.

Sam 's laughs echoed around them as they stepped into the large closet, only to be muted by the overwhelming things his eyes gazed upon. "HOLY SHIT."

Puck stared at all of the colors in the room. "I didn't know the world had this many dresses. Or shoes. Or purses." Puck reached out and grabbed a lime green cardigan. "I'm about 98% sure Quinn has never worn this."

Sam nodded to Puck's words, his calloused fingers reaching for a bright red loose shirt. "I've never seen Quinn wearing this. And I've known her my whole life."

Puck laughed and threw the cardigan at Sam's face. "I'm pretty sure I own about 8 shirts...tops. I don't know what I'd do with this about of clothes." He smirked and pulled out a short black dress. Whistling softly, he nudged Sam. "She definitely needs to wear this more."

Sam threw his head back, his laughter somehow muffled by the various clothes scattered around them. "Yeah, it's a nice dress." His chuckles died down when he turned his head, a wicked grin painted on his traits. "I dare you to put it on."

Puck raised an eyebrow and looked down at the dress. "Bro, I don't think I can even get that over my thighs. But I'll try." Puck laughed and unzipped the back of the dress and stepped into the dress. He started laughing harder as he tried to pull it up his body.

Quinn held the neatly assembled plate of fresh chocolate chip cookies and wandered why she even tried to make it look nice when she knew the two boys in her room would destroy it anyway. Shrugging, she walked up the stairs and entered her room to find the two not there. She set the plate down and her eyebrows raised when she saw her closet door open. Quinn walked slowly over, not sure what she was going to see. What met her eyes was not even close to what she had envisioned. "What the hell?"

Sam was tempted to grab his phone to snap a few pictures, but his laughter got the best out of him, holding his stomach as he watched his friend struggling with the garment. "Oh my God, I fucking can't. Wait!" With a chuckle, the blonde took the lime piece of clothing, putting it on. "Look at us! It's like-" Suddenly, his words died down at Quinn's voice, almost forgetting that he had the beanie over his head and the cardigan in one of his arms. "It's not what it looks like."

Puck bent over laughing as he continued to struggle with the dress. "There is no way this is going to..." Seeing the look on Sam's face, Puck stood up straight and turned around. "Hi Quinn."

Quinn wasn't sure whether to laugh or to scold them for messing around in her closet. "What does it look like exactly?" She took her phone out of the pocket in her dress and quickly snapped a photo of the cross dressing flabbergasted boys. "You're both morons, you know? Just take everything off and put it back where you found it so I don't have to murder both of you."

Sam chuckled and started to dance a little, singing the famous Monsters Inc line with a wide grin. "PUT THAT THING BACK WHERE IT CAME FROM OR SO HELP MEEEE!"

Puck rolled his eyes at Sam and stepped out of the dress before hanging it up. He walked over to Quinn and placed a soft kiss on her cheek before placing the hat back on the dresser. Leaning down, Puck whispered in her ear. "You're wearing that black dress for me one day." He lightly tapped her ass and collapsed onto her bed.

Sam grumbled when Puck left him on his own into the vast walk-in, taking off the cardigan. "It was hilarious and completely on point..."

Quinn contained a laugh and threatened Sam, "Just put it back before I have to slap you." She pressed her lips into a fine line watching Puck place the dress back on the hanger. Raising her eyebrow at him, she bite her lip as he whispered in her ear and smack her butt. Clearing her throat, she brought attention back to Sam. "Just get out, Sam."

Puck laughed and pointed at Sam. "Yea Sam. Just come out of the closet already."

Sam "Fine!" Rolling his eyes, the blond hung the cardigan, walking back to the computer chair. With the beanie still on, Puck pushed his plump lips in the air, making a few kissing sounds. "If I remember correctly, you're the one who kissed me at that party a couple of months ago, baby."

Quinn snatched the beanie off Sam's head and tossed it onto her dresser. "You're both idiots. Does that make you two happy?" Falling onto the bed beside Puck, she wondered which of the two would discover the new addition of the cookies first. "I can't leave you two alone for five minutes."

Puck rolled over and draped his arm over Quinn's waist. "I love when you call me an idiot. Such a turn on." He chuckled and kissed her softly, ignoring the fact that Sam was in the room.

Sam lifted a brow, eyeing the two lovebirds with disdain on his traits. "Could you... like, not?"

Quinn wrinkled her nose at Puck with a small giggle before her lips were captured by his. She kissed him back enough to hold him for awhile before pushing him away. "I blame Puck. He has no sense of control. He did that in front of his mom when I was at his house. We were just sitting on the couch and his mom was on a chair. Then he just kissed me."

Puck groaned when she shoved him away and dropped his head on the bed. "Sue me for wanting to kiss my girlfriend. Jeez. You know I only have 10 more months of kissing her. Gotta make it count."

Sam "Yeah, but that's your choice to go. I had no say whatsoever into this making-out thingy."

Quinn felt any bit of happiness drop from her at Puck's words. Taking a breath, she leaned against the headboard and looked around the room. She picked up the plate of cookies and held them out to the boys. "Cookie?"

Sam nodded at Quinn's offer, feeling the uneasiness creeping around the room. "Yeah, sure. What's the flavour?"

Puck waved her off and patted his stomach. "Watching my figure, Q."

Quinn rolled her eyes at Puck and held them closer to Sam. "Just chocolate chip." Taking one for herself, she nibbled on it slowly. "So camping...that's happening."

Puck nodded and placed his hands behind his head. "Definitely happening. Are we gonna wait for Cedes to come back?"

Sam grabbed a cookie with a small smile, shrugging a shoulder. "Yeah, I think we should. I mean, that'd be better. That way, I'll have her to cuddle with and impress with my fishing prowesses and whatnot. No third-wheel shits."

Quinn smiled softly at Sam and placed the plate back down. "If you call it fishing prowesses, you're not going to impress anyone." She glanced down at Puck and poked his nose just because she felt like it. "I'm sure you, Puck and all the other guys are going to have who is the manliest man competition happening."

Puck sat up slightly and flexed his arm. "Psh. we all know I'm the manliest man. Isn't that right?" Smirking, he pulled Quinn's face towards his and captured her lips once more. He waved to Sam and gestured for him to get out of the room, continuing to kiss Quinn.

Sam mumbled, shaking his head as he stood up from the computer chair. "Really, though?" Grabbing the plate of cookies, he took two of them, placing them on Quinn's night stand. "I'll take the rest. I hope y'all don't mind." Seeing that his words had no effect, he sighed and headed towards the door. "Yeah, peace out, you horny fuckers."

Quinn knew that Sam was in the room but the feeling of Puck's lips against hers and the looming thought of their time together had taken over her. Intoxicating by her boyfriend, she didn't move away from him and instead found herself deepening the kiss. It took her a few moments to gather herself and finally pull away. Glancing to where Sam sat, her eyebrows knitted together. "Where did Sam go?" she mumbled out, not hearing him leave though she should have figure he would. The blonde shrugged and went back to kissing Puck. At least Sam got cookies out of all this.

#mohawk trout lady #para #np #se

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