just a little lamb

ooc;

Thu, 12 Apr 2012 20:58:32 -0400

Feel free to hate me, I mean seriously. I haven’t had a free day in literally like a week and a half. Plus, I’m super sick. UGH. I apologize! I’ll be replying today, promise.

No worries, like I’m one to judge! I hope you feel better.

Where did you and Puck disappear to??

Mon, 09 Apr 2012 11:32:58 -0400

I didn’t disappear…I don’t know where Puck is.

truer words have never been said.

Mon, 02 Apr 2012 15:16:11 -0400

truer words have never been said.

Hanging Up My Running Shoes|| Quick

Mon, 02 Apr 2012 15:05:24 -0400

noah-puckasaurus-puckerman:

After spending several, not to mention grueling, hours in the nursery, Puck was almost thankful when he was banished to the kitchen to make Quinn a sandwich. Sure, he had almost become her bitch, but he didn’t mind. Honestly, it had started to be that way the moment he found out she was pregnant again. It was true that Puck had never allowed himself to be a dead beat, even when she was pregnant with Beth, but this time he was going to be absolutely involved. Giving himself to no other woman but Quinn. For once, he felt like she was doing the same, even if she had run away for a little bit. He understood her fear and why she would be worried about feeling something or giving all of herself to Puck. Even he could admit to himself that he had never been the most trustworthy of all guys. He had left her just to date Mercedes to gain back his popularity during her first pregnancy. Then again, those were all the actions of a terrified sixteen year old boy. That was all he was back then, terrified, even if he had never admitted it. This time around, though, he was ready for everything that parenthood entailed—and he was ready for it with Quinn, who he had no doubts was the love of his life.

The least he could do for, the now very pregnant, Quinn was make her a good lunch that she was craving. The more time he spent around the blonde, the more he began to understand the in and outs of her pregnancy—what foods she craved, when she needed her feet rubbed, and when she just wanted to be held. He was starting to get it and starting to wonder if maybe he wasn’t so terrible at this romance thing, after all. Plus, he knew he wasn’t much help when it came to interior design. He was a dude, after all, and one that didn’t give a shit about fashion, or whatever. The most input that he had contributed was which colors were definitely not unisex. Whoever had decided yellow was gender neutral had to have been insane. He couldn’t imagine any dude with a yellow room. Merely glancing at her as he walked out of the room and toward the kitchen, he couldn’t help the smile that formed across his features just at the sight of her staring with blazing focus at the bare wall, her hands resting on her belly. Their little family was beginning to come together.

Walking to the fridge, he pulled out all of the necessary ingredients for Quinn’s sandwich, the making of which he had finally managed to master. The half used package of bacon in his fridge always seemed out of place to him, being Jewish, but if Quinn wanted it—his baby mama was going to have it all. Pulling out the frying pan, his other neglected cookware fell out onto the tile floor with a metallic crash. Shit, he thought, pushing it all haphazardly back inside before beginning his cooking. As the bacon sizzled on the stove in front of him, he set the rest of the sandwich out, preparing to put it all together once it was done cooking. His nearly blank thoughts interrupted by the sound of Quinn walking in the room. Apparently she had given up on the room as well.

Puck couldn’t help but laugh a little at her question, knowing he was going to be gaining himself a dirty look. “No, actually. She might be even more against it then,” he told her, thinking he might as well be honest. His mother, if anything, was very devout when it came to the rules of Judaism. His back was still turned to her, so he couldn’t measure her reaction. Whatever it was, though, he was sure it would be forgotten and forgiven in a few seconds. Sliding the bacon onto his spatula, he set it carefully on top of the already constructed sandwich. Pausing only for a second to pour on a bit of mayonnaise, he placed the top piece of toast on the food and turned to look at the adorable blonde in the doorway. “Lunch is ready,” he said, knowing his statement was blatantly obvious.

He grimaced slightly at her statement, knowing he was going to be subjected to another three hour session of looking at paint swatches at the Home Depot within the next few days. “Babe, don’t worry about it,” he told her, crossing the room to stand a bit closer to her. “Maybe if we find some furniture, picking the color will be easier?” he suggested, his inflection raising to be a question. He truly had no idea about any of this interior design shit, but he would try to help. “Hmm,” he said, mulling over the three names in his head as he wrapped his arms around Quinn’s waist, pulling her into him. “I like Jacob the best,” he told her, leaning down and kissing her cheek. “I never really liked Junior names,” he kept explaining, trailing his lips across her jawbone and down to her neck, planting kissing lightly. “It either means they’ll have big shoes to fill and be constantly compared to someone, or they’re trying to live down someone’s bad reputation,” he laughed a little. “And we both know which one our son would have if we named him Noah Jr.”

Puck acted like a pro at this pregnancy things, sometimes he even made her feel a little behind him on the what to expect part. Her eyes pegged on that face he made only when he was writing a song for her or in deep conversation with her stomach. It was her second favorite smile out his 6 total smiles. She didn’t announce her presence for fear she might upset the delicate balance of the kitchen atmosphere but she was sure he could feel her there.

An instant frown brought down all of Quinn’s features followed by a rolling of the eyes she felt safe in giving with his back to her. Quinn realized there was no winning in this situation without giving something up. If there was one woman that could make her completely feel vulnerable to criticism more so than her own mother could, it was Puck’s mom. Why did she feel such a need for approval from his mom? But wasn’t it supposed to be that way with mother-in-law type figures? This new regard for his mother spoke of the seriousness she now held for their relationship in general. During her last pregnancy, for the short time she stayed with the Puckermans, Quinn turned all listening to his mother off and was generally combative with every idea or input the woman had on the way the baby would be raised. This time Quinn was much more welcoming knowing the child had the right to feel connected to its family and vice versa. Her preoccupied thoughts stopped when he announced her sandwich was done. Her eyes going ravenous to the only thing she desired more than sex during pregnancy, food. The tender love and care poured into his craftsmanship of the sandwich was so evident it brought a smile to the corners of her lips. It was the big effort he put into the small things that made her feel all the more adored in the right way. She thanked him with pressing a kiss to his forehead, having to extend up on her tip toes to do so, with all her former ballet grace displayed doing so.

“I have the furniture…”she rattled out in quick response almost cutting him off. “it’s just in boxes waiting for the room to be painted so it can be put together.” The inflection in her voice drew from her frustration with herself. It was just a color after all, just some paint they could cover up when the baby grew to a toddler or if they moved theyd have a fresh new canvas. But Puck didn’t deserve to be snapped at for having such patience with her. He had refused to tell her which color to paint, and for that she was grateful, rather settling on telling her a boys room should not be yellow which she had to say she agreed with. She realized it wasn’t the color itself she was trying to make perfect, it was herself trying to be perfect for the baby, be some kind of stepford mother. There was added emotional pressure to raise this kid properly because she had so easily given up Beth, so easily had made mistakes that could have affected that child’s life negatively.

When she really got sullen she would think about how maybe she wasn’t good enough to be even called mother, maybe she just didn’t have it in her, because of those discretions that seemed so insignificant to everyone else but Quinn’s Type A personality would silently dissect and obsess about those little things till they became bigger obstacles in her mind. Which was silly, despite her many complicated flaws and rough edges, she knew that she had qualities in her that would be perfect for a mom. No parent ever raised their child perfectly, every mom and dad make mistakes but the real key was to show their child love no matter the circumstance; Puck and herself seemed already to be well tuned in that area. “You know what I think Enchanted Forest green will do.” It seemed like such a blasé and simple solution to a problem that lasted well past a day and had called for so much of her energy but it was the perfect way of letting go of all those motherhood insecurities.

Quinn’s body met his with a sudden collision both parties were expecting as their chests now sat comfortably against each other with not so much as space for a breeze of air to pass between. How did he know this was just what the doctor ordered? His arms were taking away all those last bit of motherhood jitters and haunting thoughts. Whenever she got to caught up in her own head he was the only person that could bring her out of it. He didn’t know it but he was slowly changing her for the better. She could see remarkable improvement in how she now more easily sympathized with others and how her thoughts were now being moved from their narcissistic tendencies to viewing the bigger picture. Her hand came up to grace the side of his cheek holding his face there as her nose came to eskimo kiss his, in a silent kind of thank you. “Have I told you I love you today?” That bedroom voice being used to charm him, attempt to knock him off his feet as only she knew how. Her mood shifting any uneasy air created in the room to be light and friendly now, soft and gentle yet enticing Quinn returning just for him with a smile to match.

Quinn rested there in his arms with her own wrapped around his neck loosely, a good eye on her sandwich. She could even feel his heart pounding in his chest while her hand rested over the space where his heart lay. His soft kisses were forcing her eyes shut as she soaked in that feeling of each one, barely recovering from the arrival of one before being surprised by the next trailing further down her ticklish delicate skin. She bashfully turned her head away from him a chuckle carried in her voice. “Yeah poor boy would have teachers and students jumping him for retribution when he gets to school.” She pouted thinking about her baby boy being inflicted with unnecessary cruel treatment from teachers who had suffered Puck’s abuse, no doubt he had made a few math teachers cry in his day. Of course Quinn would have no trouble storming into the school and setting a few teachers in their place if they dared take such action with her kid. If anything Quinn was going to make their son a mama’s boy, something very Puckerman, if anything else.

OOC

Thu, 29 Mar 2012 20:13:32 -0400

sugar-mama-britt:

PLEASE FORGIVE ME!

For the past few days I have been working on a paper for school and it’s like a fan fiction.

I have to write a 2-3 page paper, A Hero story. so its been draining all the creative writing out of me. Im finishing it up today! and over the weekend Ill get to my reply! Promise!

Forgiven :)

You wanted me to speak to you Puck.

Thu, 29 Mar 2012 02:02:19 -0400

noah-puckasaurus-puckerman:

I’m telling you, God was definitely saying we’re meant to be together. Seriously, what are the chances of that happening? Mm, yes you do, baby. It’s perfect. Really? Would it make me less manly if I admitted to thinking about the same thing? I mean, I still think we did what was best for her, but sometimes I wonder, you know? Yeah, definitely. It’s going to be perfect this time.

Eh, it’s alright. It’s okay now. Well, I like it, Q. Keep it up.

Of course it was me being possessive. I don’t give a shit about poker. All I know is you’re mine. Just mine.

~~Hmm, I think I could figure out a way to fix that. You know, by making it real life instead of just a show in your mind. I can’t explain it, but you being pregnant is so hot. Definitely turns me on.~~

That or you have a really good sperm count. But it’s much more romantic when you think there was some kind of divine conspiracy behind it. No I think your manhood is completely intact, last time I checked. Least we still get to see pictures of her and her little brother will grow up knowing all about her, we will still be a family with her.

It is a turn on thinking of Puckzilla mauling random guys who dare to meet my eyes. It’s a girl thing naturally.

If the belly turns you on Ill freely keep eating away but I also have to use all this sexual mojo to my advantage for next few months. Least I can’t get any more pregnant can I? Bad joke. But you know we have to christen your whole place and make sure it’s sound proof, just not the nursery.

Wed, 28 Mar 2012 03:30:51 -0400

You wanted me to speak to you Puck.

Wed, 28 Mar 2012 03:05:22 -0400

noah-puckasaurus-puckerman:

I’m glad you wouldn’t want to. I don’t think I could change it anyway. You’re just too damn sexy, babe. I mean, clearly I have a problem with staying away from you. It does? Hmm.. that could be useful to know. You know me just as well as I know you, then. The songs were always for you, deep down. Besides the Fat Bottom Girls one, because you’re not fat. I just wanted to cover my bases, there. I think us having Beth together makes what we have even more special. Like a connection, you know?

You were sort of a mess, I just didn’t want to make it worse. I really had done enough. Oh really now? Damn, Quinnie, are those pregnancy hormones talking? Because I think I could get used to those ones.

Eh, just with each other.

~~Uhh.. then I could definitely dig it. I gotta be honest, all of your punishment and peanut butter licking talk is sort of really turning me on right now.~~

Clearly since you found a way to impregnate me both times we slept together. But I do have a nice round ass.Yeah I know what you mean about the connection. I use to daydream all the time about what it be like if I choose to keep Beth back then and let you be a part. Probably could have been a real family a lot sooner or we could be in the same place we are at now in all honesty. But we’re here now and we get to make up for all lost time.

Stop it part of the mess was my blown out of proportion reaction to everything. Maybe like 50% is pregnancy hormones talking the rest is all me.

Did I hear a tad bit of possessiveness in your voice Mr. Puckerman? Or was that your poker pride in your voice, which would be so less sexy.

~~Try being pregnant you’re turned on all day. Seriously my mind is like skinemax, just porn playing all the time.~~

Hanging Up My Running Shoes|| Quick

Wed, 28 Mar 2012 02:53:00 -0400

Quinn sat surrounded by packaged up boxes in what would be the nursery in Puck’s apartment. Her rounded belly now protruding to the point it was amazing she could sit on the carpet like that with her legs crossed. She would sit here for hours trying to build up the courage to open one box of furniture and setup one piece of furniture, just start on one fucking piece, but she never would. Suddenly the queen of all punctuality was very late in her schedule of things to do leading up to the birth. It wasn’t like she didn’t have the time, she was on maternity leave indefinite, she would ride this cash cow out and never return to work at this rate. Thing had changed since that night, that night when Puck came over and all the walls evaporated between them and they could really see who the other person was now. Both staring at a matured adult who they couldn’t help but be seduced into loving. It meant that she was through running from love, she was throwing the white flag up and giving in to their future together whatever it turned out to be. Her future did not have to follow the pictures in one of her mother’s Southern Living catalogs. Of course like any good change it was slow, with Quinn dragging her feet all the way.

That night spent on her worn old couch with nothing much more than a thin afghan rather finding warmth more comforting in each others arms. Chests pressed to one another, his steady breathing falling on her earlobe as she played a good game of footsie, her cold feet to his warmed ones, till they fell asleep. In that night she would have gladly converted to Judaism and give up bacon for life if she could spend the rest of the nights of her life just like this. But what did she do? She did the only thing that gave her sured results, she ran. Ignored calls, avoided all local haunts associated with him, and even worse, attended doctor’s appointments without so much as a call to let him know the progress of his baby. It lasted two whole weeks because she simply kept telling herself for varying reasons everyone got what they wanted with the pair apart.

But all that logic seemed as stupid as it was now because that way was the farthest way of giving everyone what they wanted. Their son needed his daddy and she needed Puck more than anything. So she finally let their hearts have what they had been longing for. They did make a family because no matter how it came about they kind of always were. Quinn got up from her spot in the designated nursery room to search for Puck, who she had busied ten minutes ago with the task of making her a sandwich, the usual her pregnancy demanded a turkey with tomato, mayo, and bacon. Mrs. Puckerman had still in place the decade old rule that a pregnant Quinn could not have any bacon and harm the precious Judaism of her unborn grandson but Quinn had a plan to stop all that nonsense and continue on enjoying her daily dose of pig. “You think if I convert to Judaism your mother would let me eat bacon?” Quinn posed to Puck’s turned back resting to the frame of the door in observation of that same back, her eyes freely prowling up and down his backside. Quinn was actually open to the idea of converting especially if it meant the next generation of Puckermans could be legit Jews.

“I haven’t decided on a color for the nursery yet.” It was the news he probably most dreaded to hear because Quinn was holding progress on the nursery hostage till some painting could be done. “I mean there are so many shades of blue and green.” She could wind up choosing the enchanted forest light green almost mint color and in ten days she could grow sick just by looking at the color.”But I have decided on a few names” Quinn cleared her throat before shifting on her feet to be more square as she gave him the news. “Aaron, Jacob or Noah Jr. Those are my top three.” Quinn turned her head ever so to the side a Cheshire cat grin on her lips.This all seemed like settled behavior, like they were a happily domesticated couple that had been at this for years.

You wanted me to speak to you Puck.

Wed, 28 Mar 2012 02:29:02 -0400

noah-puckasaurus-puckerman:

Yeah, I mean, you can be.. all of those things, but that’s just you. I’ve never been good at this love stuff, but I’m pretty sure that’s part of the whole thing. Loving everything about someone, even if it drives you crazy. I kinda like that you drive me crazy. With other girls it was too easy, you put me in my place.. I would be lying if I said I don’t dig it. It’s always been you, though. I mean, remember when you asked me if I loved you.. you know, in the hospital, after you had Beth? I never stopped after that, even if it seemed like it.

I should have said it first, but I didn’t want to give you another reason to leave, you know, if you didn’t feel the same way. I do love you, though, Quinn. Like, a lot.

Everyone’s always said I’m stupid, so I guess it’s true. I just know you really well. We’re more alike than we think, because calling your bluffs is easy when they’re just like mine.

~~A monkey? That’s really not sexy, babe.~~

Yeah, that kind of together. I’m ready for that, I want that.

You kind of drive me crazy at times too. With your inappropriate sexual pet names and general smartass remarks but I wouldn’t change that about you because it secretly turns me on. I always use to revel in the fact when you sang some song to another girl in glee your eyes would always fall on me at some point. And I always just knew you were trying to get across to me that it was me you really wanted to be singing too. I guess I haven’t been over you since Beth was born either.

I know you felt like you were walking on eggshells because of the hot mess I was. But you don’t have to worry about what you say anymore Ill think of more fitting punishments for you know the bedroom. Because I love you, like a lot and then some.

I guess we are. We’d both make really crappy poker players too.

~~What if I said you were a monkey I wanted to eat peanut butter off of, naked?~~

of course my baby would be just sitting back and chilling.

Wed, 28 Mar 2012 02:12:00 -0400

of course my baby would be just sitting back and chilling.

Any belly pictures?

Wed, 28 Mar 2012 02:06:58 -0400

Yes yes hold on :)

You wanted me to speak to you Puck.

Wed, 28 Mar 2012 02:06:36 -0400

noah-puckasaurus-puckerman:

Holy shit…

I never thought I’d hear you say that. I love you too, Quinn. God, I can’t really remember a time when I didn’t. Don’t be scared, okay? I’m not the same dude I used to be. I’m going to be here, through everything. I’m going to do the right thing. We’ll do it together because I’m scared of needing you too. But I do.

Nothing needs to be as complicated as you’re making it. If we want to be together, then we should be. We’ll figure the rest out as we go. I’ll do everything I can to make you happy.

~~Is my smile really dopey?~~

The both of you have mine too, so can we just be together? I mean, that’s all I want..

I think its pretty amazing that through all of my pushy, overzealous and neurotic mess you still are able to say you love me. Kind of been trying to ask for the words and knowing how you felt without having the taxing job of saying it first. But that is terribly unfair to you when you deserved to hear that from the start.

You know you discredit yourself a lot. You call yourself stupid but you sure know my behaviors well enough to call my bluffs.

~~It is completely dopey but adorable in a monkey way.~~

Yes, yes. Like for real , fully committed, no running, together.

You wanted me to speak to you Puck.

Wed, 28 Mar 2012 01:53:53 -0400

noah-puckasaurus-puckerman:

I’m not the smartest dude in the world, but I don’t think this is just pregnancy hormones. There’s something else, Quinn..

Babe, there’s nothing I’ve wanted more than a family with you. I mean, you should know that. Sure, hooking up with a bunch of chicks was what I used to love to do, but you’re so much better than that. Our son is so much better than that.

The only life I want to live is one that has you two in it..

I love you…that’s what it is. And its kind of scary for me to need someone else like I feel I need you.

There was just so many things left unsettled with the baby, us, and just everything. But you always seem to make them disappear when I see your dopey smile.

I know the life I want is with you and the baby because you both have my heart.

You wanted me to speak to you Puck.

Wed, 28 Mar 2012 01:42:51 -0400

noah-puckasaurus-puckerman:

I mean.. I can’t lie and say I didn’t feel like shit. I always feel like I’m doing something wrong with you, Quinn.

I don’t know how to be what you want me to be because it’s always changing..

It’s called pregnancy hormones and you think they’re bad now….

You’re all I could want and it hurts sometimes because Im scared you wont be living the life you want strapped to me and a kid.

You wanted me to speak to you Puck.

Wed, 28 Mar 2012 01:34:10 -0400

noah-puckasaurus-puckerman:

I.. .Uh… Did I do something? Cuz honestly, Q, I have no idea.

No you didn’t do a thing wrong. Don’t go being nice to me now, not after how I’ve treated you.

You wanted me to speak to you Puck.

Wed, 28 Mar 2012 01:17:04 -0400

So here I am.

Runner || Faberry

Tue, 27 Mar 2012 23:25:34 -0400

Quinn had been avoiding Puck like the plague. Dodging calls and even as going as far too plan her daily routines based upon locations he was least likely to visit, like the library, which had become an amazingly relaxing place in the last couple weeks. So there she sat in the children’s reading section with her leg’s crossed sorting through child reading books to find a suitable one before she made any purchases.

The night two weeks ago had been all too real for her. Both of their walls had fallen down and they were completely vulnerable to each other. That night as she let him hold her she completely succumbed to the notion a future as a family was reachable. But what did she do? The only thing she knew best which was run. Her boy hopping in high school was based on the same principle that she was a runner. It was usually triggered by someone seeing to deep into her heart, often other men found that didn’t have a real place in it because she gave it away to someone else at the age of 16. She knew there was no apology top Puck that could make up for what she had done. All she could do was accept her behavior and move forward.

Closer and closer game her due date and the less and less prepared she appeared to everyone. It was making others nervous around her to the point they became emotionally exhausted with the blonde. But Quinn was not one to emotionally reach out to people made hard by her perceived opinions of her. But there was one person she was sure would not judge her no matter how bad she screwed up. Taking out her cellphone, a no-no at the public library- she attempted to call Rachel’s number, meeting only the ringing at first.

Quinn, where the hell are you? It's not cool that you just disappeared. I'm honestly sort of panicking. I'm not used to this. Please.. Just call me. I'll fix whatever's wrong, I'll do whatever you need me to.. Please..

Tue, 27 Mar 2012 15:13:35 -0400

ooc:sorry!

Tue, 27 Mar 2012 14:37:10 -0400

college has been kicking my ass the past few weeks and I couldnt find my login..probably with putting jew in all your emails…