Fifth Prompt Post
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He got hugs from all the girls, fist bumps from Mike and Artie, Kurt gave him this tight watery smile and Puck pretty much threw Blaine at Kurt because blubbering girls were bad enough. Schue looked just as bad, like he was about to break down any minute and Puck just wanted to edge away. Miss P even hugged him -although that was super awkward because he was pretty sure she wanted to run for the disinfectant the second she could.
"You okay?" Fifty minutes later and he's practically dead on his feet. And he's not even standing. Quinn sits on the sofa with him, running her hand over his buzzed head and smiling slightly.
"I'm okay," but he has no energy at all. "Tired." He can't figure it. He's done nothing but sleep for a week, and he's still tired. But Quinn wraps her arms around his shoulders, tugging him towards her, so that his head rests on her shoulder and she's leaning back. And party or no party -and the party was never going to be good with three adults in the room and a pre-teen- Puck is perfectly happy to drift between wake and sleep, nestled up against Quinn.
He still needs to figure out what this is, what they are. But he's pretty sure that'll come later.
Like when he can remember what day of the week it is.
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LOVED IT! =D Beautiful fic! Puts me in even more of a PQ mood. Which reminds me that I have a verse for them to finish posting and then another PQ fic to start posting and a PQ fic to finish writing. Jebus. Puckurt muses, I apologize. The Quickers have taken over my brain.
And it's when I start talking to my muses and giving them names that I should follow Puck's example and get some sleep...
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