Fic: Made It Out of Clay
Sometimes I like it when Puck and Santana are friends. Even friends with benefits. A little Hanukkah fic because I love Jews.
“Gabo, come on. No more crying,” Santana begged, walking her brother up and down the hallway.
“What’s wrong with him?” Puck asked, peering out the doorway of Santana’s bedroom.
“I don’t know,” she sighed, and she carried him downstairs.
“Man, it figures, the one night you’re not busy with Brittany, Gabo decides to be a whiny little brat. Huh, buddy?” Puck said, but without malice, as he followed them into the kitchen.
“Puck. Shut up,” Santana sighed. She sat down at the kitchen table, Gabriel in her lap, still crying.
Puck sat down beside them. “Here, give him to me,” he offered, and Santana rolled her eyes.
“Come on. Gabo’s my man! Fork him over.” He held his arms out expectantly, so Santana plunked her brother in his lap.
Bewildered, Gabriel stopped crying for a minute, but then he just rested his head against Puck’s chest and kept whimpering. Santana smirked, but Puck just fished something out of his pocket and put it on the table in front of him. “Gabo, do you know what this is?” he asked, and Gabriel just shook his head. “It’s a dreidel,” he said, giving the small top a spin.
Distracted, Gabriel watched the dreidel spin across the table. “Dreidel,” he repeated, reaching for it, but Puck snatched it up first.
“See, now, there’s a game we can play with this-and we usually play it around Hannukah. I think the rules might be too much for you, but you can give it a spin,” he said, handing the toy over.
Gabriel inspected it, then set it on the table and flipped it over. “Noah, spin,” he instructed, and Puck laughed as he obliged.
Santana watched, half-amused, half-touched. Puck rarely came over anymore, and when he did, Gabriel was usually already asleep. But her youngest brother clearly remembered Puck and was obviously fond of him. “Now, since you’re too young for gambling, I’m going to teach you a song, okay?”
“Okay,” Gabriel agreed, nodding. “Spin it again,” he ordered.
Santana grabbed the top this time and set it spinning, and her brother grinned at her.
“Okay, it goes like this, Gabo,” Puck said and began to sing softly, “I have a little dreidel. I made it out of clay,” and Gabriel looked up at him, entranced. “Can you sing that, buddy?”
“Have a little dreidel, made it out of clay,” Gabriel sang cheerfully, turning his attention back to the top as Santana set it spinning again.
“When it’s dry and ready, then dreidel I shall play,” Puck continued.
“Dry and ready, dreidel I shall play,” Gabriel sang, unprompted, and Santana smiled and reached over to smooth his hair.
Puck taught him the rest of the verse, and then he looked over and winked at Santana.
“Now, can you sing it all together with me?” he asked, and Gabriel nodded.
After Puck started and Gabriel joined in, Santana sang softly as well, “Oh dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, I made it out of clay/Oh dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, then dreidel I shall play.”
“Again!” the little boy insisted, grinning up at Puck and then nodded eagerly at his sister.
“One more time, and then bed, okay?” Santana said, spinning the top again.
“Okay! Have a little dreidel,” Gabriel began, and Puck and Santana chimed in, smiling at each other over the little boy’s head.
When the top stopped spinning, Puck got up, shifting Gabriel in his arms, and continued singing as he carried him back upstairs. “It has a lovely body, with legs so short and thin. When it gets all tired, it drops and then I win! Dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, with leg so short and thin. Oh dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, it drops and then I win!”
“I win!” Gabriel repeated sleepily, and Santana laughed, taking him from Puck’s arms at the top of the stairs.
“Noah will teach you the rest of the song tomorrow, okay?” she said.
“Okay,” Gabriel agreed, settling in his bed.
“Buenas noches, Gabo,” Santana murmured, tucking him in.
“Buenas noches, San. Buenas noches, Noah,” Gabriel yawned.
“Goodnight, buddy,” Puck said, smoothing his hair.
Santana turned out the light, then pulled Puck back into her room. “That was…sweet. I didn’t know you were still sweet,” she said.
“I like Gabo, okay?”
“He really liked that dreidel song.”
“It’s a good song,” Puck laughed, and Santana stepped closer and ran her hand over his mohawk.
“Thank you,” she said, and he just smiled.
“Here. Give this to him,” he said, putting the dreidel in her hand.
Santana nodded and set it on her desk. “Hey, does your mom still light the candles and all that for Hanukkah?”
“Yeah, we started last night, why?”
“I think Gabriel would really like to see that.”
“Yeah?” Puck said, and his smile could have split his face in half. Santana nodded. “Maybe you can bring him over tomorrow.”
“That would be nice.”
“Cool. So. You still wanna do it?”
“Ugh. Puck,” Santana muttered, but she pushed him toward the bed, and he just grinned.
“Chicks love that sensitive shit,” he said triumphantly.
“Yes, we all know you’re the expert on what chicks love,” she retorted, but he smiled sweetly at her, so she kissed him.
“Gabo, come on. No more crying,” Santana begged, walking her brother up and down the hallway.
“What’s wrong with him?” Puck asked, peering out the doorway of Santana’s bedroom.
“I don’t know,” she sighed, and she carried him downstairs.
“Man, it figures, the one night you’re not busy with Brittany, Gabo decides to be a whiny little brat. Huh, buddy?” Puck said, but without malice, as he followed them into the kitchen.
“Puck. Shut up,” Santana sighed. She sat down at the kitchen table, Gabriel in her lap, still crying.
Puck sat down beside them. “Here, give him to me,” he offered, and Santana rolled her eyes.
“Come on. Gabo’s my man! Fork him over.” He held his arms out expectantly, so Santana plunked her brother in his lap.
Bewildered, Gabriel stopped crying for a minute, but then he just rested his head against Puck’s chest and kept whimpering. Santana smirked, but Puck just fished something out of his pocket and put it on the table in front of him. “Gabo, do you know what this is?” he asked, and Gabriel just shook his head. “It’s a dreidel,” he said, giving the small top a spin.
Distracted, Gabriel watched the dreidel spin across the table. “Dreidel,” he repeated, reaching for it, but Puck snatched it up first.
“See, now, there’s a game we can play with this-and we usually play it around Hannukah. I think the rules might be too much for you, but you can give it a spin,” he said, handing the toy over.
Gabriel inspected it, then set it on the table and flipped it over. “Noah, spin,” he instructed, and Puck laughed as he obliged.
Santana watched, half-amused, half-touched. Puck rarely came over anymore, and when he did, Gabriel was usually already asleep. But her youngest brother clearly remembered Puck and was obviously fond of him. “Now, since you’re too young for gambling, I’m going to teach you a song, okay?”
“Okay,” Gabriel agreed, nodding. “Spin it again,” he ordered.
Santana grabbed the top this time and set it spinning, and her brother grinned at her.
“Okay, it goes like this, Gabo,” Puck said and began to sing softly, “I have a little dreidel. I made it out of clay,” and Gabriel looked up at him, entranced. “Can you sing that, buddy?”
“Have a little dreidel, made it out of clay,” Gabriel sang cheerfully, turning his attention back to the top as Santana set it spinning again.
“When it’s dry and ready, then dreidel I shall play,” Puck continued.
“Dry and ready, dreidel I shall play,” Gabriel sang, unprompted, and Santana smiled and reached over to smooth his hair.
Puck taught him the rest of the verse, and then he looked over and winked at Santana.
“Now, can you sing it all together with me?” he asked, and Gabriel nodded.
After Puck started and Gabriel joined in, Santana sang softly as well, “Oh dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, I made it out of clay/Oh dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, then dreidel I shall play.”
“Again!” the little boy insisted, grinning up at Puck and then nodded eagerly at his sister.
“One more time, and then bed, okay?” Santana said, spinning the top again.
“Okay! Have a little dreidel,” Gabriel began, and Puck and Santana chimed in, smiling at each other over the little boy’s head.
When the top stopped spinning, Puck got up, shifting Gabriel in his arms, and continued singing as he carried him back upstairs. “It has a lovely body, with legs so short and thin. When it gets all tired, it drops and then I win! Dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, with leg so short and thin. Oh dreidel, dreidel, dreidel, it drops and then I win!”
“I win!” Gabriel repeated sleepily, and Santana laughed, taking him from Puck’s arms at the top of the stairs.
“Noah will teach you the rest of the song tomorrow, okay?” she said.
“Okay,” Gabriel agreed, settling in his bed.
“Buenas noches, Gabo,” Santana murmured, tucking him in.
“Buenas noches, San. Buenas noches, Noah,” Gabriel yawned.
“Goodnight, buddy,” Puck said, smoothing his hair.
Santana turned out the light, then pulled Puck back into her room. “That was…sweet. I didn’t know you were still sweet,” she said.
“I like Gabo, okay?”
“He really liked that dreidel song.”
“It’s a good song,” Puck laughed, and Santana stepped closer and ran her hand over his mohawk.
“Thank you,” she said, and he just smiled.
“Here. Give this to him,” he said, putting the dreidel in her hand.
Santana nodded and set it on her desk. “Hey, does your mom still light the candles and all that for Hanukkah?”
“Yeah, we started last night, why?”
“I think Gabriel would really like to see that.”
“Yeah?” Puck said, and his smile could have split his face in half. Santana nodded. “Maybe you can bring him over tomorrow.”
“That would be nice.”
“Cool. So. You still wanna do it?”
“Ugh. Puck,” Santana muttered, but she pushed him toward the bed, and he just grinned.
“Chicks love that sensitive shit,” he said triumphantly.
“Yes, we all know you’re the expert on what chicks love,” she retorted, but he smiled sweetly at her, so she kissed him.