#pucktany

I talked about how I think they could have been friends just yesterday but yeah in canon, pretty much nada. They're both casual about sex though so it makes sense in that stereotypical jock and cheerleader type of way. I think they probably hooked up at a party and there was that. Santana seems like the only girl Puck was regularly on and off with which is... its own Thing and discussion.

So. Puck had it all planned out. Brittany had been at work yesterday and since both yesterday and today had been his days off of work, he had been napping appropriately throughout the day to try and make sure that he would wake up first. It proved to be immensely difficult when he had his gorgeous girl wrapped tightly in his arms and on any other day, they could’ve just stayed like that and it would have been perfect to him. But not today – today was Brittany’s birthday. Her first birthday with him, actually, and he wanted to make sure that she would remember it years down the line.

Thus, he tried his very best to slip quietly out of bed (which was just so very difficult) although he managed in the end, after a somewhat furious struggle with the covers. He crept quietly out of the door and upstairs to the kitchen. First off, he would make her breakfast in bed because he could cook a little; breakfast was something that he could at the very least handle. He made sure to not be as noisy as he usually would and load a ton of grapes onto the tray as well – since she had grown so incredibly fond of those, during her pregnancy.

Briefly, he wondered if she would get any more weird food cravings and since it was Brittany, he figured she probably would. He made a mental note to get more familiar with the shops in the area, before trudging up to the top floor – meeting Tubbs there and peering at him curiously, “I thought we had a deal, man. You didn’t touch him, right?” Tubbs merely looked at Puck lazily, as if he felt offended that Puck would dare to suggest he had broken their deal.

He snuck into the small cupboard and fed the little one, apologizing for the darkness and making promises that he would be out, soon. Then he grabbed the thing he had borrowed from Rachel and Blaine back in New York and slung it over his shoulder, closing the door to the cupboard again. He made his way downstairs again, very, very carefully, balancing the tray in his hands while making sure the guitar didn’t scrape against the floor and woke her up.

Before they had moved out to Michigan, Puck had been planning the first part of her birthday and he’d been training with both Rachel and Blaine quite a bit, to make sure he kind of had it down. He hadn’t had a guitar to practice with until he had been back in New York though, but he felt confident enough that he wouldn’t screw it up entirely. He snuck into the bedroom, setting down the tray carefully and putting away the guitar for the time being as he crawled back into bed, crawling underneath the covers.

Making his way underneath the covers to her stomach, he pressed his lips against the small bump that would one day be their baby, mumbling softly, “Morning baby,” before he started to place small kisses on her stomach, letting his mouth lead the way upwards, chest, collarbone, neck, chin, jaw, before finally placing a soft kiss on her lips, “Happy birthday, baby.”

He lay with her for a bit, cuddling her awake – which didn’t take too long as she seemed to realize it was her birthday – and he grinned, kissing her again before he scrambled out of bed, “I got you breakfast and a kind of gift,” he admitted as he walked over, retrieving the tray before setting it on the bed, “The real gifts come later,” he assured her, walking back to the guitar and picking it up.

“I heard this song on the radio a couple of months ago and I was just like… You know how I sometimes find it hard to say things?” he halfway asked, halfway stated, “This is like… Uh… Yeah, you’ll hear.” Puck swallowed a lump, feeling his ears burn rather hotly with what he was about to do, then cleared his throat as he started to play the first few chords of the song – Foreigner’s ‘I’ve been waiting for a girl like you’ had struck a chord with Puck as soon as he had heard it.

Puck was feeling incredibly nervous – he was a little happy that Brittany was at work so she wouldn’t see him halfway bouncing around their home like this. He had the day off from the garage, pleasantly surprised at how well that job was turning out – the co-workers seemed really cool and down to earth and the boss was all kinds of awesome.

It had hit him when he had gone to bed that night – that life, his life, was changing and that was fast. He had gotten his girlfriend back, they had gotten a house and now they both had jobs again and… Well. He was growing up – fast. Which also meant that there was something else he needed to do, something that he had wanted to do for an incredibly long time but obviously other things had gotten in the way.

Somewhere back in his apartment in New York lay a perfect little ring that he had gone out to buy, way before the whole thing with Santana had happened – his stomach clenched painfully at the memory but no, it wasn’t time for that right now. Shaking his head he let out a small breath of air – Puck had gotten the ring because he fully intended on asking Brittany to marry him, back then. All he had needed at that point was her parents’ approval, which he had never gotten around to getting and… well. But this time, he could do it.

Sure, it was a little fast but it wasn’t like he was going to propose to her tomorrow or anything – his head spun a little at the thought – but it would be a good thing to get her parents’ permission, he figured, especially in light of the whole ‘murderer who didn’t go to jail’ thing and maybe it would be a way to show them that he was, in fact, growing up and becoming a real adult. Something along those lines, anyway.

Puck had made the choice that it would be today, today to walk over there and ask – but he was still incredibly nervous, his throat felt dry and like it could close up at any second, cutting off all oxygen to his body or something. He knew both Pierces would be home today so really, it was the perfect time. Considering they hadn’t reported him to the police or disowned him, he figured they would agree, but… Still. Marriage was something… more than just being girlfriend and boyfriend, right? Marriage meant like, forever.

As Puck made his way out of their house and walked over to their neighbors, conveniently also Brittany’s parents, he couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at the thought of being with Brittany for, well, forever? If anyone had asked him whether he could picture himself getting married a year ago, the answer would have been a resounding no – although the secret wish to have his own real family had been there then, too.

Now? Things were different – and he had gotten a second chance. He wasn’t about to waste it.

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After some pleasant small talk with the Pierces (they saw each other pretty much on a daily basis, now) Puck took in a deep breath, gesturing to the table in the kitchen, “I, uhm… there’s something I’d like to uh, discuss with you.” He said and sat down, waiting for the parental unit to follow. He straightened up – trying his hardest not to slouch or anything, though he couldn’t quite control the way his leg wouldn’t stop bouncing.

Can't believe I've actually bought a house with my Ducky. It's like... actually growing up and stuff.

So. Today was the day. Puck turned his head to look at the alarm clock on the counter, 04:07 – which definitely marked today as Saturday, the day they were leaving. They didn’t have to get up for another four hours or so, but Puck hadn’t been sleeping well these last couple of days. Even if he’d had his arms wrapped around Brittany – which had always helped before – it hadn’t been able to put him at ease these last few days.

Because they were going to see her parents – which, despite how cool they were, was still a little unnerving? What was ten times worse, however, was the fact that sometime today; he would have to tell her. Not just why he’d had to leave, but everything – everything about the night that he’d so carefully attempted to push to the back of his mind whenever he could. To say that he was scared was a bit of an understatement, really.

Up until now, they had just been going with the flow, really, the two of them. They’d spent pretty much every single moment they could manage together and Puck had an inkling that it was because she was scared that he would leave again – and really, he had been on the verge of telling her so many times just because it didn’t feel right for her not to know. But he’d promised he would do it around her parents so she had someone to fall back on and… Well… Puck swallowed a lump as he turned his head, looking at her as she slept. He would, hopefully, have someone to fall back on as well, if everything went… If she…

He let out a small breath of air and pressed a kiss to her temple, settling back into bed once again. He really wanted to be well rested for this trip – both because of what he was going to tell her, but also because he had this idea that Brittany would go crazy on the flight there – he made a mental note to not get her all sugar-high before they took off.

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With Brittany upstairs, he rushed around his apartment, grabbing his suitcase and checking it just to make sure Brittany had actually packed him some shirts (and checking to see that they weren’t all purple, which, to his delight, they weren’t) – he rushed downstairs to the waiting cab, hoisting his luggage inside and telling the driver it would just be another five minutes, before rushing upstairs again (his hand absentmindedly touching each of the ducks drawn on the wall as he always did) and bursting into Brittany’s apartment, grabbing her suitcases (they weren’t going to be gone for more than a few days, yet, she’d insisted on packing what felt like two tons of clothes)

So yeah - if you're following both moves-like-brittbritt and my blog, you probably already know what this is gonna say. We're turning this into a 1x1 Pierceman because... Well. We have ideas and we wanna show youuuu ;D

So stay tuned!

To be fair, my Britt says it better than I do (always does!)

This blog will remain in tact. As will my Puck’s Britt's. And, although we will no longer be a part of the RP where you found us, the plotline’s for my character will remain 100% the same. We’re just turning it into a 1x1 in order to move forward with certain things we’ve plotted out.

All the love for all y'all - no matter if you choose to continue following this or not - you're all gorgeous, amazing people who need to be hugged, like. Right now. ANYWAY, RAMBLING.