#apuckcalypse

Santana arrived at Undique as she said she would. All prepared for the most important battle of this month. Beating the others was cool, but the idea of humilliating Puck was priceless. She really hoped she success on this, of course. Backpack ready, cookies ready. She entered to see if the slayer was already there.

Puck walked into the stadium at the stated hour, a can of soda in one hand, his Grimoire on the other. He smirked as he saw the trickster and walked up to her. Puck wasn't nervous at all; this was supposed to be a piece of cake for him. Still, he knew if he let the trickster win over him, his rep would definitely suffer a big blow. Yet, that only made him want to win this even more. His stance oozed confidence as he towered in front of her; "Santana," he greeted. "Always a pleasure to see you..." he said, irony dripping from his tone

Santana was surprised he called her by her name, but she wasn't going to show it. "Noah" she returned. His name was Noah rigth? She should had called him by the wrong name god damn it. Wasted opportunity. She smiled though inside she was thinking ​Well that's it I already showed him I know his name this is basically a lost battle​ . Thank God she was good at pretending to be in control. She cracked her knuckles. "Always a pleasure to see me. I agree." She just answered looking directly to his eyes. She won every battle, this one was just one more for the list. "Are you ready to be a complete and crushing dissapointed to everyone when you lose?"

Puck glared at her. "It's Puck," he corrected with a stern voice. He didn't know where she found out ​that name​, but he didn't like it. However, he snorted sarcastically with her words. "That's funny, 'cause I was about to ask you the same thing." He put his soda can in the ground and put his grimoire on his pocket, then cracked his knuckles and his neck. "Let's get it over with. I don't have much time, I got homework to get back to."

Santana smiled, this time for real. ​ Ok chill Santana, he was bothered by it, in the end it was a good move, you got this. Success​. She was about to reply 'jokes on you I can't dissapoint anyone because they have 0 expectations on me' but she wasn't that big of an idiot and just keep her mouth shout and smiled more. "Then let's begin"

Santana rolled a die. The die showed: 1

Puck rolled a die with 7 sides. The die showed: 1

Santana started with a simple blue fire illusion around Puck. ​ God Damn it stupid trickster you are ALREADY FUCKING IT UP WHY DIDN'T YOU THINK SOMETHING BETTER​. Outside she was smiling like she was in control, but she was screaming inside, and she would be like that the whole battle probably.

Puck positioned himself in the arena, feet set on the ground and rubbed his hands, his magic circle glowing. He would start with something simple, just a few fire bullets that aimed at the trickster and make her move a little; he didn't want her to think this was gonna be easy on her. "​Bullet shower!​" he said in Hebrew, and the bullets were fired towards the trickster.

Santana dodged the bullets. Guns and fire weapons was somehow slightly familiar. She keep her illusion going.

Santana rolled a die. The die showed: 5

Puck was reached by Santana's blue fire in the shoulder, making him wince and curl his hands into fists. She had already done all the damage he was gonna let her do. "Aw, dammit, you ruined my shirt," he growled. "You're gonna pay for that."

Puck rolled a die with 7 sides. The die showed: 4

Santana smiled. ​OHMYFUCKINGGODICANTBELIEVEITWORKED. She keep moving just in case and was kind of annoyed at Puck probably making fun of her fake fire illusion not being able to burn shirts for real. But it as ok she always coult burn shirts with a lighter. She added to her fire illusion fire spears coming from the ground to go against Puck.

Puck the spears got his leg, making him even more mad than before. His fire bullets had not worked, so he decided to go a bit bigger. "​Circle of fire​" he shouted out as he tried to trap Santana in a ring of his element

Santana rolled a die. The die showed: 2

Puck rolled a die with 7 sides. The die showed: 3

Santana make a quick smoke illusion in front of Puck eyes to make him harder to look where she was and quickly run away from the REAL FIRE.

Santana rolled a die. The die showed: 1

Puck rolled a die with 7 sides. The die showed: 2

Puck was hit in the face by Santana's illusion and had to move. His vision got blurry with his own tears. He tried his enchantment again as he saw her through the smoke moving away

Santana rolled a die. The die showed: 5

Puck rolled a die with 7 sides. The die showed: 7

Santana vanished her current illusions to make it look like the ground around Puck was cracking and about to break.

Santana rolled a die. The die showed: 4

Puck rolled a die with 7 sides. The die showed: 4

Puck watched the blue fire disappear and felt like the earth benath him was shaking, but knew he was not in danger yet. With glossy eyes still, he aimed at her general direction. "​Fire canon ball!"​ he called out as it formed before his hand, his magic circle glowing and turning around his wrist

Santana tried to dodge the next fire ball but it hit her shoulder. WELL THAT'S IT I'M GOING TO DIE NOW . She though while keeping running circling Puck and making some illusory explosions around him.

Santana rolled a die. The die showed: 2

Puck rolled a die with 7 sides. The die showed: 5

Puck lost his balance due to the earth shaking, falling to the side. However, he rolled on the ground and, in the motion, took out his shoe, transforming it into a bow in his hand and aimed at her leg as he used his magic to create an arrow, "​Fire arrow, aim to hurt!​"

Puck rolled a die. The die showed: 1

Santana rolled a die. The die showed: 1

Santana fucKING HATED ARROWS SO MUCH. SPECIALLY IF THEY WERE MADE OF FIRE. It hit her leg and fucking shit it this sucked so much. She made anothe smoke illusion around Puck because if she couldn't dodge faster is what best to make him aim worse.

Puck was hit by that damn smoke in the face again, blurring his vision and making him cough. "​Fire arrow!​" he tried again, but couldn't see anything as he fired.

Puck rolled a die with 7 sides. The die showed: 3

Santana rolled a die. The die showed: 1

Santana rolled a die. The die showed: 4

Puck rolled a die with 7 sides. The die showed: 1

Santana didn't get hit by the arrow, but the fire did almost burn part of her t-shirt. God damn it she loved fire but not when it was burning ​her​. She made the smoke around Puck bigger and created a little illusory thunder storm, with annoying flashy lights and noise. If it worked on Madison it could work on Puck

Puck was unable to see anything as everything around him went black, except for the effect of the thunderstorm Santana added with so much precision it took him back to that FS when they were on the clouds. Puck couldn't do nothing but fire aimlessly. "​Fire of the great, protect me!​" he said as he pressed his hand to the ground, some threads of fire spreading in every direction.

Puck rolled a die with 7 sides. The die showed: 3

Santana rolled a die. The die showed: 2

Santana rolled a die. The die showed: 3

Puck rolled a die with 7 sides. The die showed: 6

Santana didn't had to dodge much because Puck was aiming at random. She started to laugh until a fireball hitted her. "Fuck" she whispered.

Santana rolled a die. The die showed: 1

Puck rolled a die with 7 sides. The die showed: 3

Quinn is certainly not in the stands somewhere silently rooting for Puck,

Puck could hear Santana laughing through the storm, which only made him more mad that he already was. He could break all of her illusions with something he had bought in the black market, but dind't want to blow up the Undique Stadium and have to pay for it. Instead, he turned to the all watching eye that was always following him and had become more amicable with time. "I need a location," he told it, and the eye pointed to the trickster with discretion. "Thanks," he said with a simple smirk as he sent another fireball Santana's way. "​Fire, stop her!​"

Santana rolled a die. The die showed: 2

Puck rolled a die with 7 sides. The die showed: 1

Santana got hit again and just made her thunder illusion around Puck way louder and flashy and more and more annoying.

Puck was unable to hear anything from the thunder Santana had created. One of the lightnings hit him on the back and made him fall on all fours. (OOC MENTION OF SNAKES?? IDK) "​Snakes of fire, find my enemy!​" he called out as he created fire reptiles to go after Santana for him.

Santana rolled a die. The die showed: 4

Puck rolled a die with 7 sides. The die showed: 1

Santana freaked out a little about the fire snakes coming to her. HOW DID PUCK EVEN KNOW SHE WAS AFRAID OF THEM? She run as fast as she could to dodge them and just made more chaos and more noise around Puck in the heat of the moment.

Spencer was working out nearby, but decided to sit down and catch the duel between Santana and Puck. So far it proved to be interesting....He would make sure to congratulate the winner, and poke fun at the loser. He watched, while munching on some granola.

Puck shrinked as the storm grew, unable to see even his feet. Another lighting hit him, making him fall. "Alright!" He called out as he coughed from the ground. "Alright, I'm done!" he screamed in rage. "I can't fight like this, trickster! You win this time!"

Santana didn't hear what happened for a moment, and then she vanished the illusion just to see Puck. If this was a fake surrender trick she had totally fall for it. But she just looked at him. Surrendering. "Joder..." she keep looking at him, not really believing what happened. "Oh my, my" she started laughing THOUGH SHE STILL DIDN'T BELIEVE IT. "I hope you can send me a recorder of you surrendering from your little camera!" She just couldn't stop smiling SHE BEAT PUCK.

Puck stood up from the ground as soon as the illusion washed off, glaring at Santana as he walked up to her. "You can ask for it in the security office," he said. Then, he put a hand on the air for her to shake. "Good fight, Santana", he said through gritted teeth.

Santana looked at his hand, trying to be civil. For a little second she though of actually shaking it, but then she remembered she passed 4 hell days in her animal form for his fault so fuck him. She put her hands in her hips and just nodded and smiled at him. "I don't know if I call it good, honestly, Madison did it better" She just let him hanging and keep smiling at him

Puck let his hand fall and smirked. "You're lucky we're not in the real world, I wasn't really trying that hard," he shrugged. "Still, this isn't over." Puck looked back at her, his smile growing. "I want a rematch."

Santana giggled "Is that what you say everytime you lose?" Something inside her was saying 'Please stop don't mock him or he will get us again' but she didn't listen. "My my, and you expected to be the next leader of the Slayers for your 'skills'" She did the quotation marks and make it sound like a really ridiculous word. ​ Santana pLEASE STOP YOU ARE GOING TO GET MURDERED SOMEDAY FOR DOIGN STUPID SHIT LIKE THIS​. "If you really want to lost so miserably again, of course!" But first she had to go and heal herself cause she was really pretending nothing hurt but also NOTHING HURT SHE BEAT PUCK. "But now I must do more important things" She said with a smile while going away.She took a time for making a selfie of her and Puck in the background while she was at it.

Quinn exited her dorm in a rush, pushing her books into her bag quickly. She spared a glare at the sticker on the frame of her door, pristine and completely untouched by the scorch marks surrounding it. No matter how hard she had tried, the sticker had remained firmly in place, spreading exactly the opposite of holiday cheer. Her trip home and away couldn’t come soon enough. She wasn’t looking up as she walked down the hallway, trying to get her John Dee text to fit into her bag, relying on her familiarity with the hallway to navigate her. She was dead set on escaping, and praying that the cursed sticker would be gone by the time she returned.

Puck had been trying to take that damn sticker off his door for hours now. At first, he tried just scrubbing it off, but that did nothing. After that, he chose to transmute it into something more adequate for his room: a menorah, but no matter how much he tried, it never stayed in the form of a menorah for long, and it went back to being that damn Christmas decoration. After several attempts, and having it enough of it, Puck had ended up turning the sticker in a bomb. If you ask him now, not a very bright idea. While a big chunk of the door did blew up, the circle that surrounded the sticker stayed there unharmed. After turning off the fire and performing a little illusion spell so no one could see part of the door had been blown off and run downstairs to see if he could get wood in the JIH market to fix it before someone gave him in. Since he had kind of befriended the eye, it would look away from trouble if Puck asked nice enough, which would help a lot today. Sadly, he didn't watch as he turned down the stairs as fast as he could go, and even if he shouted a firm, "Watch out!", he wasn't able to stop. The girl collided against his chest just as he stopped, and stumbled. Puck caught her by the waist, just in case, so she wouldn't fall. "Shit, sorry!" he apologized before looking down. But then, he did. "Ms. Fabray, ​shit​! I'm so sorry!" he said as he let go of her waist and took a step back.

Quinn ​really​ should have been watching where she was going. The loud shout was enough to get her to look up, and somehow run full force into a broad, firm chest. The Earth tilted, and she just knew that she was going to hit the floor. Whoever she’d collided with had been moving much faster than her, and his forward motion took over. Her eyes clenched shut, and her hands braced for an impact that never came. Strong arms wrapped around her waist, and she instinctively grabbed at them to steady herself. All movement stopped, Quinn finally looked up to see who she’d run into, finding herself looking right into Noah Puckerman’s eyes. Her stomach flopped. “Aether, Puck.” She breathed, willing her heart to slow after the extreme shot of adrenaline she’d given it. “You’re like a brick wall.”

Puck chuckled not knowing if he should take that as a compliment or not. "I gotta burn all that pizza I eat somehow..." he shrugged. His eyes fell on he bag and he quirked an eyebrow. "Going home for the holidays?" he asked tilting his head. "Exciting," he joked with a big smile. It was okay if they just... talked in the hallways, right? That wasn't going over the unspoken rules of their... not-relationship. Whatever those or that could be.

Quinn nodded, “You definitely burn them off.” Her near-fall was enough of a testament to that. She adjusted the book bag on her shoulder, feeling the now-familiar ‘must tell the truth’ feeling was over her. Thankfully, the question was easy enough, and she wouldn’t have to deal with it again for the rest of her vacation. “Yes, I’m going home for the holidays.” She smiled, even if it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Are you headed home for the holidays? You’re in quite the hurry.”

Puck tried not to laugh with her response and nodded. He watched her readjust her book bag and leaned on the wall as she spoke. "Nah, we don't really do that. Samhain and sometimes Passover, but that's all the 'family time' we can handle," he said using his fingers to air-quote. "Yeah, sorry, was going to the JIH Market," he apologized again.

Quinn brushed the creases from her skirt, and looked back up. “It’s fine. You just caught me by surprise. I hadn’t been paying attention, anyway.” Quinn thought back on the NYADA activities, recalling that JIH was overrun with holiday activities. “If the holidays aren’t big, what’s so important at JIH?”

Puck freezed for a moment, "Uhmm," he mumbled, but as he looked back at Quinn to try and make an excuse, his head went blank. "I broke my door," he confessed almost surprising himself. "I kinda need to fix it 'fore someone finds out..." he shrugged

Quinn watched the expression on Puck’s face change, brow furrowing. She wasn’t sure what exactly she’d been expecting, but it certainly wasn’t a broken door. “Oh.” She started. “Why did you break your door?” She wondered if it was the same reason that she’d burned hers.

Puck frowned as he tried to reply, his head blank once more, and he looked back at Quinn almost surprised as he spoke. "I tried to get rid of that mistletoe sticker," he said. "I don't even do Christmas, it pissed me off," he shrugged.

Quinn ’s eyes widened for a moment, before she laughed lightly. “Oh, I understand the sentiment.” She glanced down the hallway at her own door, evidence of her failed attempts to remove the offending sticker burned into the frame. “How bad is the damage? Not too awful, I hope. I scorched my door frame trying to get the cursed thing off. Nothing works.”

Puck glanced back at Quinn's door and snorted. "Crap, you too? What's about that thing?" he asked as he looked back at her. "Oh, it's pretty bad," Puck said simply, with a nod. "I kinda blew a chunk of my door off," he said with a shrug. "Got an illusion on it but Adam's gonna realize a piece of the door is missing when he tries to touch it."

Quinn shook her head, almost wishing that she could see it. Of course Puck would try to blow up the dorms in attempt to get rid of a Christmas sticker. “Naturally. If no one saw, perhaps you can get away with saying you don’t know who did it.” She glanced at the eye. “Or not. Hopefully it’ll be gone before break is over. It’s been…unfortunate, to say the least. At least it only seems to work on the first question…”

Puck offered a smile as an apology, but his eyebrows raised at Quinn's idea. "That's such a good idea," he said, "You just saved my life, probably. Besides, no one was around..." Puck followed Quinn's eyes to find the eye, and bit his bottom lip. "Oh, right," he said. "I don't know if I can convince it to do ​that​." Puck's eyebrow quirked in curiosity with Quinn's words. "The first question?" he repeated, as if the mere fact would make the phrase make sense.

Quinn ’s brow furrowed once more, and she arched an eyebrow. “Right, the first question.” She studied his expression for a moment, thinking back on their conversation. “I haven’t had to tell ​everyone everything​. Madison and I have actually come up with a system. We ask each other something simple, an established question. After we’ve answered, we’re fine. Had you not noticed?”

Puck was more and more confused by the second, with each word Quinn said. "Noticed what, exactly?"Puck asked again after a moment, his eyebrows knitting.

Quinn fell silent for a moment. “Do you not know?” Her hands worked in her skirt idly, wondering just how much Puck knew about the stickers. “The sticker makes you answer the first question you’re asked honestly, no matter the question…"

Puck shook his head, and was about to say something when Quinn finished explaining, "Wait, for real?" Puck chuckled. "That's kinda genius. Evil, but genius indeed. It must work only in the room 'cause Adam and I don't really talk much, and it's not like I bring people over or anything." Puck shrugged. "Is that all they do? Do you know who made it, or how it works? Also, is that why you tried to burn off yours?" Puck asked curiously.

Quinn raised both eyebrows, “I don’t know if I’d call it genius. It’s annoying.” She glanced down at her book bag. She had far too many secrets to be answering questions at random. Josh Coleman came to mind, along with many other things; things even Puck would disapprove of. She was suddenly thankful that his first question had been harmless. “It’s…not exactly convenient, when you’re answering questions with far too much information. Sometimes even simple questions can be really complicated. Or would you rather spout random truths?”

Puck chuckled, "Yeah, exactly. Just what you need around this time o' year," he laughed. "It was probably just some kid who wanted to know what their roommate wanted for Christmas and created a monster." Puck smirked with her words and nodded. "Well, that's true. I'll make sure to keep that in mind, thanks," he continued chuckling. He was actually really impressed by the sticker, but really wanted to find a way to tell its creator that he should consider some diversity. "Maybe. It depends who's asking the questions," Puck shrugged, honestly thinking about it.

Quinn pursed her lips, “If that’s the case, it was awfully nice of them to take the rest of us along.” Puck seemed largely unconcerned about the sticker, at the very least less concerned that she had been. She adjusted her book bag once more, one hand playing at the handle of her suitcase. “I think the question asked is far more important.” She glanced at the door, at the people filing by them. “I should be…I have to go.” She had to meet Ryder. “But, will you keep in touch over break?” The question was oddly similar to one that had been asked over summer.

Puck smirked. "Yeah, I guess," he shrugged for the umpthiest time. He thought about Quinn's words, and nodded. Well, people have to know enough about you to ask important questions, ms. Fabray," he offered. "That's why I always keep my personal business under the radar," he whispered leaning over so only she could hear him. As soon as he saw her gaze change its focus, he turned his face to watch, seeing the people gathering nearby and taking a step back, knowing how important it was to not be seen around a Fabray; or, more precisely, for a Fabray to be seen with him; he still met her gaze when she spoke again. "Yeah, I'd love to. I just never know what to say to you," Puck blurted out, feeling his cheeks warming up and thanking his skin color for not showing blush as easily as others. "Does this thing really only works with the first question?" He asked in a small voice as he looked down at the ground.

Quinn paused, watching Puck closely. “Oh.” It was understandable. She knew that she wasn’t exactly the easiest person to hold a conversation with, particularly when there was a broad social divide. They were two very different people from different situations. “That’s…fine. You know you don’t ​have​ to talk to me, right? I was just under the impression…” That he’d really wanted to? That he enjoyed their banter? Those weren’t even questions she should have. She shook her head, “Never mind. That’s perfectly fine, Puck. A-About the questions, I’m fairly certain it’s only the first one. Unless yours is different, you should be free until the next time you walk through your door.”

Puck quirked an eyebrow as Quinn spoke, not following her, but catch up onto it and jumped up, "Oh, no, no, that's not what I mean ​at all...​" he said trying to stop her train of thought putting a hand in the air and shaking his head. He took a step closer after glancing around to make sure no one was eavesdropping, then leaned over and lowered his voice. "I just never know if or when it's okay to do it, y'know? With the whole UMC elections thing, and me being... well, no one," Puck said looking back at her. "I don't wanna get you in any trouble or anything, and it's not like I ever have anything important to say," he smirked. "Most of our conversations revolve about pop punk, buildings and pizza, doesn't it?" he told her in all honesty with a teasing smirk. He took a step back after saying that, just before some students went down the stairs chatting with bags on their hands. Puck looked back at Quinn and sent her a little smile. "It was nice seeing you before you left, though," he said once the hallways were clear again. "And thanks for the heads up, about the sticker, I mean. Will definitely look into it."

Quinn arched an eyebrow, but accepted the explanation easily. “Okay.” She stated simply. The group of students passing by were sufficiently distracting, and she watched them until they disappeared. It only added weight to Puck’s words. Her thoughts caught on the words ‘no one.’ She watched him as the students bustled by, taking in his tall figure, the small smile on his face. Puck was far from no one. “Of course, the sticker should be…it’s worth warning you.” She grasped the handle of her suitcase, taking a step away. “It was good to see you, Mr. Puckerman. And…” As she backed away, “I keep my phone safe, you know. You ​can​ keep in touch.”