But fate has been making me a liar.

She shot him a glare when he suggested they see the bedroom first, because it was an incredibly crude comment that she hadn’t been expecting from him. Quinn pouted when he said he was joking, feeling a little foolish for believing him in the first place. Clapping her hands together, she grinned and thought for a second about where she’d show him first. “Wonderful!” She exclaimed, watching as he locked the door. She understood that it was just to be certain he was safe, but she still hoped that he felt at least a little safer being at her home than he did being in the city. “Follow me.” She instructed, motioning with her head to the kitchen. The tour went on like that for a few minutes, Quinn excitedly showing him every inch of the large house and giggling when he feigned excitement.

Puck smiled over at Quinn when he caught her glare before he started shaking his head only to straighten himself out when she started the 'tour' around the house. It really was kind of interesting, he was able to see pictures of her and her family - not that he mentioned it to her, he didn't want to make her upset - and was even able to see some of the furnishings straight out of what was probably some old novel or something. He noted the dust on some of the tables and stuff, but he could totally clean that off for her or something. It'd probably make her smile and Puck was pretty much all about that because her smile could light up a room. He was glad that being in her old house made her as happy as she was in itself though.

Lately, Quinn had been spending the majority of her time with Puck. It wasn’t often that she went a day without talking to him, and when she did, she always got irrationally worried that something terrible had happened. Which was ultimately why when she got a bad feeling about him not being around, she made her way to his apartment, frowning at what she saw. While she wanted to tell him that he should’ve listened to her all along, she couldn’t bring herself to do that. She knew he was probably going through some kind of inner turmoil because of the situation, and she didn’t want to make it any worse. Instead, she just vowed to be there for him, and make sure he stayed safe with her.

Puck continued to stare up at the house before turning his face to look at her, his grin fading to a soft smile when he noticed that she wore one similar to his. He shifted the bag he had on his shoulder before nodding his head slowly at her. Why not get a tour from someone who knew the house super well? "That'd be great," he said with a small nod before stepping back and motioning for her to step in front of him, even though he wouldn't really need to do that - she could just walk right through him if she really needed to. It wasn't like she was completely tangible at that moment and time, or so he thought. He didn't ask questions, just so long as he got to touch her every once in awhile.

You’re being mean.

How am I being mean?

I mean.. I just figure that if Puck doesn’t do it for you.. no one will. You know?

Uhuh.

Quinn shook her head ‘no,’ her bottom lip securely between her teeth as she watched him intently. “I hope so.” She said, shrugging her shoulder. “I’ve been able to feel more and more the longer time we spend together.” She told him, hoping he was at least a little flattered that by some stroke of luck made by the universe, they were supposed to meet like this. “At first it was little things.. like butterflies in my stomach. And then it was literal, like when you touched my hand.” She realized that what she was saying might not have been making sense to him, given the fact that his eyebrows were furrowed in confusion, but it might have just been the fact that the entire thing wasn’t normal. “I think it’ll continue that way until I can feel everything. Every inch of my body, you know?” She asked.

Puck couldn't help but grin at the fact that he alone was the one to make Quinn feel things again, that he made her more human. Not that she'd lost any aspect of that other than the not being able to feel things thing. You'd think that a ghost wouldn't care for humanity, that they wouldn't bother to even try to interact with someone who was down on their luck like Puck had been. But Quinn was different. And Puck really liked that about her. "Butterflies...?" He asked before reaching up to scratch his head. That meant she definitely liked him. He bit back another grin before nodding his head at her. "I'm hoping it gets to that point, too. You deserve to have that life, y'know, the one that you missed out on."