Microfic: Headache Interrupted
Brittany and Puck have a moment.
“Hey, Puck?” an all-too familiar voice roused him from his math class nap, and he yawned and sat up.
“What’s up, Britts?” he asked, rubbing his head. “What’re you doing here?”
“Oh, I fell,” she sighed, holding up a bandaged wrist. “Scraped it.”
“Sucks,” he said, and she just nodded.
“Something’s wrong with me and Santana,” Brittany blurted, and Puck groaned.
This was so not how he’d envisioned spending third period. “You’re dating Wheels, Britt,” he said, hoping that would be explanation enough.
But then again, this was Brittany.
“I know,” Brittany said slowly. “I’m talking about me and Santana.”
Puck sighed. “You went after him, right, because you wanted to make San jealous?” he asked.
At first, Brittany shook her head, but after a moment, she nodded reluctantly. Puck laughed and gently punched her shoulder. “Did it work?”
Brittany shrugged. “She never apologized or anything, but… It’s hard to be mad at her.”
“Dude, I know,” he sighed, and Brittany laughed.
“She came over the night Artie broke up with me, but she didn’t… I mean. And then…” Brittany shook her head, and Puck was horrified to see tears in her eyes.
“Hey, listen; Santana’s a bitch, but if there’s one thing I know about her, it’s that she loves you, okay?” he said quickly, hoping to stem the tears, but apparently he’d made it worse, because the next thing he knew, Brittany was attached to his neck, and her tears were falling onto his t-shirt.
“God, Britt, don’t cry,” he begged, awkwardly rubbing her back. He and Brittany had never exactly been close, but they’d commiserated over Santana-related frustrations before. Neither of them had ever been this upset, though.
“Sorry,” she mumbled, pulling away. “I don’t know what to do about her.”
“All right, forget about her for a second. Do you like Wheels, or are you trying to make her jealous again?” Puck asked carefully.
“I… I just want her to want me,” she admitted. “Artie wants me, at least.”
Puck shrugged, feeling helpless. “I can beat her up for you,” he offered, and Brittany finally smiled.
“No you can’t,” she argued, and he laughed, hanging his head.
“No. I can’t,” he agreed, and he put his arm around her waist.
“Hey, Puck?” an all-too familiar voice roused him from his math class nap, and he yawned and sat up.
“What’s up, Britts?” he asked, rubbing his head. “What’re you doing here?”
“Oh, I fell,” she sighed, holding up a bandaged wrist. “Scraped it.”
“Sucks,” he said, and she just nodded.
“Something’s wrong with me and Santana,” Brittany blurted, and Puck groaned.
This was so not how he’d envisioned spending third period. “You’re dating Wheels, Britt,” he said, hoping that would be explanation enough.
But then again, this was Brittany.
“I know,” Brittany said slowly. “I’m talking about me and Santana.”
Puck sighed. “You went after him, right, because you wanted to make San jealous?” he asked.
At first, Brittany shook her head, but after a moment, she nodded reluctantly. Puck laughed and gently punched her shoulder. “Did it work?”
Brittany shrugged. “She never apologized or anything, but… It’s hard to be mad at her.”
“Dude, I know,” he sighed, and Brittany laughed.
“She came over the night Artie broke up with me, but she didn’t… I mean. And then…” Brittany shook her head, and Puck was horrified to see tears in her eyes.
“Hey, listen; Santana’s a bitch, but if there’s one thing I know about her, it’s that she loves you, okay?” he said quickly, hoping to stem the tears, but apparently he’d made it worse, because the next thing he knew, Brittany was attached to his neck, and her tears were falling onto his t-shirt.
“God, Britt, don’t cry,” he begged, awkwardly rubbing her back. He and Brittany had never exactly been close, but they’d commiserated over Santana-related frustrations before. Neither of them had ever been this upset, though.
“Sorry,” she mumbled, pulling away. “I don’t know what to do about her.”
“All right, forget about her for a second. Do you like Wheels, or are you trying to make her jealous again?” Puck asked carefully.
“I… I just want her to want me,” she admitted. “Artie wants me, at least.”
Puck shrugged, feeling helpless. “I can beat her up for you,” he offered, and Brittany finally smiled.
“No you can’t,” she argued, and he laughed, hanging his head.
“No. I can’t,” he agreed, and he put his arm around her waist.