#fabraysheart

the longer he sat there and waited for her to arrive, the longer he began to feel like this whole thing was ridiculous. he was puckzilla, since when did he need help getting a date? since never, that was when. he’d been pulling baddies since he was still in pampers. but... santana’s friends were like, notoriously hot, and, well... just because it was easy for him to get someone into bed, that didn’t mean his skills transferred over when it came to looking for something a little more serious. and lately, though he was pretty sure it went against some sort of puckerman code, he’d been finding himself wanting more. he was a man now, with a successful pool-cleaning business, a relatively nice home - for ohio, anyway - and a sweet foosball table. the only thing missing was someone special to share it with. 

unfortunately, lucky-in-love had never been a phrase that was applicable to him. it was karma, probably, considering all the relationships he’d destroyed in the past. but, really, how was he the bad guy there? all he’d been doing was providing a service, if anything, bringing some entertainment to the lives of hot, bored housewives, giving them the attention that they’d been lacking from their husbands. or, at least... that was how he’d always tried to justify it. but now? he wanted more than that. more than some little game, more than just a way to pass the time. he wanted connection. he wanted love, like the kind he’d felt only once before - only this time, he wanted it reciprocated. 

it didn’t seem likely that a blind date would end up with him finding that happy ever after he’d been searching for - especially when he wasn’t sure whether or not the whole thing was just some big prank, considering who’d organized it - but he had to at least put himself out there, and give it a shot. if nothing else, well... a guy’s gotta eat, right? there were worse ways to spend an evening than fooling around with one of santana’s hot friends. 

the last thing he was expecting, however, was for quinn fucking fabray of all people to walk through the door. for a second, puck wondered if there was a chance the special brownie he’d consumed two nights prior was stronger than he’d thought, and she was nothing more than a hallucination. but the closer she got to his table, the more clear it became; she was here, right in front of him, beautiful as ever. what a weird coincidence. he hadn’t even known she was in town - though he supposed that wasn’t too unusual. it’s not like they really kept in touch, beyond a happy birthday text or the occasional like on instagram. but that didn’t mean he couldn’t say hi, though, right? they’d had a kid together, they should at least be able to share a few words of small talk. so... why was he hiding his face behind a menu? good question. one that, well, honestly, he didn’t have an answer for - and sadly, this wasn’t the kind of pop quiz that could be solved by cheating off the person next to him. 

valentine’s inbox memes   ♡ [ romantic song ]  to serenade my muse with a romantic song

for puck, valentine's day had always been more of a headache than a joyous occasion. in years prior the holiday had been spent dealing with an angry santana, annoyed at him for being unable to cough up the cash for the overpriced gifts she'd purchased for herself, or waiting outside bars he wasn't old enough to get into, hoping a lonely milf would wander his way, on the hunt for a last-minute valentine.

this year, though... things were different. the new directions had reunited once again, this time at mr. schue's wedding - or, what was supposed to be his wedding. ms. pillsbury had wound up playing runaway bride, but evidently, the party was still going on. the whole thing was kind of a downer, but once the bar had opened up for the night, it seemed like no one really cared too much anymore. least of all, him, really, especially when he noticed quinn taking center stage.

usfw locations meme [  driver  ]:  while parked safely, one of the muses climbs into the other muses lap, leading to an immediately intimate situation in the driver’s seat of the car.

a lengthy road trip back to ohio wasn't exactly how puck wanted to spend the long weekend off of work, but he knew it was important to his friends, and besides, he missed them. plus... at least this time he had a hot passenger seated beside him. even if, at the moment, she didn't seem to be as happy about joining him as he was. upon her suggestion - well, more like demand, really - he pulled the car over from the empty stretch of road they'd been driving down for the past few hours, forehead wrinkling in concern at the sudden change of plans.

"what? ...did i say something?" was this it? had his luck finally run out, and she was going to dump him? here? now? he must have really fucked up, if she couldn't wait until they reached their hometown. the rest of the trip was going to be awkward as- oh. his train of thought was completely disbanded by a warm weight climbing into his lap, paired with those eyes staring back into his own. quinn always had been a go-getter, but this kind of initiative certainly wasn't expected, even now, months into their relationship. "...hey."