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Being divorced at 25 was not one of his lifetime goals. Now that he thought about it, being married at 21 wasn’t one of his life goals either. But it happened. Papers. Yelling. He signed them. And he left Lima, like any self-respecting guy that got dumped by papers and a ring returned to them, unaware that anything was wrong with his life.
He wasn’t even sure why it happened, but that was four months ago and he was attempting to move on. Which he was failing miserably at, so he packed his four boxes of stuff and moved in with Finn and Rachel.
Rachel,the over-bearing, nosy, mother-type that she was, hugged him every five seconds since they picked him up from the airport. Finn was being cas about it, only hugged him once.
“Um don’t you guys live on the third floor?” Puck finally spoke, motioning to the door that was obviously marked “201”.
Rachel bit her lip anxiously and glanced at Finn, “We kinda, um…”
“We do things that aren’t appropriate for an ex-boyfriend to be privy to. And no one else lives in the building, so Rufus said we could have you stay here if you help him with his gigs.” Rachel explained. “But Finn and I are here for you and your recuperation process, Noah.”
Puck smiled at Rachel and accepted the key she handed him. He unpacked his four boxes and the three boxes of stuff Rachel bought him for the apartment and watched TV on the flat screen in the kitchen.
The beer he liked was in the fridge, kosher sandwich meat, and juice boxes. Maybe he should have tried harder to keep Rachel as his girlfriend. He went to bed with the expensive sheets and a heavy heart.
And woke up to a semi-naked Quinn Fabray in his bed and a tiny blonde girl tucked into his side.
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Blinking the sleep out his eyes, Puck glanced at the clock and groaned. It was 9, he should probably get up and do something. Grocery shopping, going out see the statue of liberty or something. And then kiss Rufus Humphrey’s ass for a few hours.
Moving to get up, the sheets were twisted around his ankles, and the comforter was pressed against his back. Or at least he thought it was the comforter until it moved and grabbed his side.
“What the fu-” Puck groaned turning over to see the top part of Quinn Fabray’s breasts and a tiny blonde girl latched onto his t-shirt. The girl blinked at him sleepily and held her arms out to him. He looked at her oddly for a moment before picking her up and holding her against his chest. The warmth felt comfortable, and putting a hand on her back seemed like the right thing to do.
He must have died because there was no amount of drugs that would have him hallucinate this.
“Can we have pancakes for breakfast Daddy?”
“I don’t think we have-” Puck started saying, before he saw the living room. That was definitely not here yesterday. Toys littered the floor, a Piano was shoved in the corner and someone had painted the walls and bought actual furniture. The TV was still in the kitchen, thankfully.
“Mommy bought Milk yesterday.” She assured him, laying her head on his chest.
Puck sat the girl on the counter and she stood up to grab a bowl from above the island and he grabbed the milk from the fridge. She assembled the ingredients, got the spoon and handed him a skillet- all without leaving the counter once.
She slopped some of the mix onto the counter, but handed him the bowl and he made pancakes. Quinn walked up behind him and pressed against his back before quickly letting go as if she was burned.
“Real Mature, Puck.” Quinn smirked, pulling the top of her nightgown back up dramatically. “Penny get off the counter please.”
“Penny” nodded before jumping off the counter and moving the plate of pancakes to the table. And then they ate breakfast. Like any other day. It was so Brady Bunch it was almost disgusting.
“Rachel’s taking Penny to Dance Class today and you and I are meeting Rufus at the printers at 1 to approve the flyer for your CD Launch Party at Angels and Kings. Serena’s taking care of the details, and then at three we pick Penny up from her cooking class, and then we’re picking up Artie and Tina from the airport, dropping them back here and then Serena scheduled an appointment with some stylist to talk about your “look”.”
“YAY AUNT TINA AND UNCLE ARTIE!” Penny clapped, her face covered in syrup. Quinn leaned over and wiped her face before pointing towards the bathroom.
“Yes, Mommy.” Penny stuck her tongue out at her and Quinn returned the expression. Quinn slid out of her chair and straddled his lap.
“The second Rachel gets here we’re having our anniversary sex.” She blew into his ear and he had to curl his toes in response.
“Sounds good,” He choked out.
Something very strange had just happened. Quinn for one, was in Detroit with her new boyfriend Stan. He met that arrogant asshole at Artie's christmas party. He was a lawyer and rich and didn't make her laugh once the entire weekend. And their daughter was- in parts unknown because Quinn sealed the adoption papers. And his ex-wife never seemed this excited about Anniversary Sex. Or Sex at all.
And who the hell was Serena?
Anniversary Sex apparently equated into two hours of- probably the best sex of his life. Which led to the Anniversary Shower, and the Anniversary Gifts (which was slutty as hell underwear) and he found a gift underneath the mattress which was a bracelet and a CD with a song he recorded for her.
Which lead to a Thank You Quickie against the door.
So far, his day was going great.
They took a taxi across town and met Serena (a hot blonde with a great rack) who apparently was his manager/agent. And a good one at that.
“This one looks more professional, but this one I think is a better shot.” Quinn commented, pulling two from the pile of 30. He didn’t really care which one they used- it was his hot bod with a guitar. What else did you need?
Serena nodded before whipping out her cellphone and taking a picture of the two.
“My Mom likes this one.” She pointed to the “better shot” one. “I’ll send these to Jenny and she can start working on the wardrobe for the tour. This is okay with you, right Puck?”
“I think you two got it. Just tell me when to show up to the Party.”
“Sound check’s at 5 on Friday, but the band wants to practice all day Thursday. Just do it at the loft, that way we don’t need to worry about noise complaints.”
Day 16 → A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
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Yeah it's a tape despenser. I love the design.
I have the paperclip holder but I lost the little nunchuck that holds the paperclips
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