Scrawled On Paper And Straight From The Heart
Title: Scrawled On Paper And Straight From The Heart
Character(s)/Pairing: Quinn, Puck, Puck/Quinn
Rating: PG-13 (just because of Puck's mouth)
Word Count: 445
Status: Complete
Notes/Warnings: So this episode sucked. Writing fic to try and make it suck less? Even though the fic itself probably sucks. Whatever. Spoilers for I Wanna Dance With Somebody (3x17)
Summary: She found the note in her locker, wrapped around a rose, and pinned to the door with her little question-mark magnet.
She found the note in her locker, wrapped around a rose, and pinned to the door with her little question-mark magnet. Looked around the hallway for Joe, because who else would leave this for her? Who else could possibly want her when she was stuck in this chair?
It wasn’t Joe.
She knew the second she unfolded the paper that it wasn’t Joe. There was no mistaking it. The slanted writing. The little squiggle sticking out of the ‘Q’.
Puck.
Quinn,
You’re beautiful, okay? I heard what you were saying when you girls were in the bathroom (I really should tell the janitor to patch that hole up). Chair or no chair, you’re the hottest girl I’ve ever met. Don’t think you aren’t.
I know you’re pissed at me because I didn’t visit when you were in the hospital. I did. Every day. I just never got out of my car. I didn’t have the balls to go in there and see you like that. I’m sorry. I should have been there.
But you’re gonna get out of here and you’re gonna walk across that damn stage to get your diploma, Q. You’re gonna dance at Nationals. It’s YOU. You can fucking do anything.
Maybe one of those things is going to prom with me?
--Puck
She bit her lip as she stared at the paper, eyes glued to the last sentence as her free hand stroked the rose lying in her lap. The paper shook in her hand, full of nerves and some emotion bubbling in her stomach that she couldn’t define.
Even with the crack she made at him on her first day back, she’d still been so hurt because he’d been the only one that didn’t visit her. But he’d gone to the hospital. He’d been there. He’d really…
For a second, she thought of Joe and the almost-romance that never happened, because it hadn’t been real. He wasn’t the one that made her believe in the butterflies-in-your-stomach cliché. He wasn’t the one that knew she loved reading aloud and listened to her read the entire Harry Potter series.
He wasn’t…
Puck was standing at the end of the lockers when she looked up, hands shoved deep in his pockets and shoulders hunched forward.
His face split into a smile when she mouthed yes.
She did it again as he walked over. Once more and felt herself smile wider than she had in a long time.
“Hey, Quinn-”
“I’ve got it, Dreads,” Puck said as he took the handles of her wheelchair and started pushing her down the hall.
“Puck, my class is in the other direction.”
“I know.”
The End
Character(s)/Pairing: Quinn, Puck, Puck/Quinn
Rating: PG-13 (just because of Puck's mouth)
Word Count: 445
Status: Complete
Notes/Warnings: So this episode sucked. Writing fic to try and make it suck less? Even though the fic itself probably sucks. Whatever. Spoilers for I Wanna Dance With Somebody (3x17)
Summary: She found the note in her locker, wrapped around a rose, and pinned to the door with her little question-mark magnet.
She found the note in her locker, wrapped around a rose, and pinned to the door with her little question-mark magnet. Looked around the hallway for Joe, because who else would leave this for her? Who else could possibly want her when she was stuck in this chair?
It wasn’t Joe.
She knew the second she unfolded the paper that it wasn’t Joe. There was no mistaking it. The slanted writing. The little squiggle sticking out of the ‘Q’.
Puck.
Quinn,
You’re beautiful, okay? I heard what you were saying when you girls were in the bathroom (I really should tell the janitor to patch that hole up). Chair or no chair, you’re the hottest girl I’ve ever met. Don’t think you aren’t.
I know you’re pissed at me because I didn’t visit when you were in the hospital. I did. Every day. I just never got out of my car. I didn’t have the balls to go in there and see you like that. I’m sorry. I should have been there.
But you’re gonna get out of here and you’re gonna walk across that damn stage to get your diploma, Q. You’re gonna dance at Nationals. It’s YOU. You can fucking do anything.
Maybe one of those things is going to prom with me?
--Puck
She bit her lip as she stared at the paper, eyes glued to the last sentence as her free hand stroked the rose lying in her lap. The paper shook in her hand, full of nerves and some emotion bubbling in her stomach that she couldn’t define.
Even with the crack she made at him on her first day back, she’d still been so hurt because he’d been the only one that didn’t visit her. But he’d gone to the hospital. He’d been there. He’d really…
For a second, she thought of Joe and the almost-romance that never happened, because it hadn’t been real. He wasn’t the one that made her believe in the butterflies-in-your-stomach cliché. He wasn’t the one that knew she loved reading aloud and listened to her read the entire Harry Potter series.
He wasn’t…
Puck was standing at the end of the lockers when she looked up, hands shoved deep in his pockets and shoulders hunched forward.
His face split into a smile when she mouthed yes.
She did it again as he walked over. Once more and felt herself smile wider than she had in a long time.
“Hey, Quinn-”
“I’ve got it, Dreads,” Puck said as he took the handles of her wheelchair and started pushing her down the hall.
“Puck, my class is in the other direction.”
“I know.”
The End