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Shhh….just pretend.

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Made this from the grave.

sugar-meltsintherain:

BOW DOWN BITCHES.

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Physical Therapy

“Thanks for coming with me,” she mutters as she settles in to the pillow on the physical therapy table.

“All you had to do was ask.”

“I didn’t ask, though.”

“You forget that I know you. I know when you need something, but are too proud to ask.”

He’s hit that nerve. The one that he hit the same night he insisted she stay with him when he found her sleeping in her car.

“Just get the physical therapist over here.”

After a few simple instructions, and some assuring Puck that he won’t hurt her, the physical therapist leaves them to check on another patient.

He timidly starts moving her left leg as instructed.

“You’re not going to hurt me. I can’t even feel it,” she says with a smirk.

“Not funny.”

She gets hot, so he helps her sit up so she can take off her…well, he’s not sure what it’s called, exactly…but he gets a peek at her stomach as the shirt underneath catches and lifts up slightly.  He’s impressed, considering the last time he saw her stomach, their daughter was inside of it.

She tosses the shirt at him, and snaps him back when it connects with his jaw.

He keeps his mouth shut, but almost tells her how pretty she looks when their eyes lock a few times, but he figured this was not the time or the place. One step at a time. He knew from experience that going from zero-to-sixty where Quinn was concerned was not a good idea. He was trying to learn from past mistakes.

“California, huh?” He almost missed it, but he sits down next to her outstretched legs.

“You heard about that. Finn?”

She nods. “What’s in L.A.?”

He wants to say Not you but can’t find the words. “Movies, fame, rock star lifestyle, chicks,” he blurts out instead. She’s going to Yale, it doesn’t matter where he goes.

“When you’re rich and famous, I can say ‘he’s my baby daddy’,” she jokes.

That shouldn’t hurt. She pokes at that night often. It was one of the best of his life, next to the day that resulted nine months after that. He regretted a lot of things, that wasn’t one of them. He forces a smile and helps her up and back in her wheelchair.

“Thursday?” she asks.

He nods. “I’ll be there.”

Valentine’s Day 2012

“This is stupid!”

Quinn rolls her eyes, “It’s your fault.”

“Hi Quinn. Noah. Have a seat,” Miss Pillsbury says.

“So, you two are in here for,” she pauses to look at a sheet on her desk, “fighting?”

“Well, it was mostly Quinn yelling, and me not being able to get a word in,” Puck points out.

“What were you fighting about?” Miss Pillsbury inquires.

Quinn narrows her eyes in Puck’s direction.

“What? How was I supposed to know you didn’t like Beavis and Butt-Head? Everyone likes those dudes.”

“Kids your age watch Beavis and Butt-Head?” Miss Pillsbury interrupts.

“MTV brought it back.”

“You got me a t-shirt of those two idiots, and it was two sizes too big! For Valentine’s Day!”

“I thought you could wear it when you….yanno, spend the night,” he raises his eyebrows. “You always look really hot in nothing but a t-shirt that is too big.”

Quinn’s expression softens, and she almost smiles.

Miss Pillsbury clears her throat. “Okay, so no more fighting in the hallways, okay?”

“Whatever,” Puck grunts.

“Okay!” she claps her hands together, and hands each of them a SO, YOU DON’T WANT TO HAVE ANOTHER KID IN HIGH SCHOOL pamphlet before they get up to leave.

littlelushylion:

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, SPOUSEY!!!!!!!

I know you only “secondhand” ship Samchel, but you’re also selfless enough to fulfill my requests for manips of them all the time. As such, I’ve written a little drabble for one of your manips in honor of our epic marriage. It might be the worst piece of garbage I’ve ever shelled out, but I know you’ll pretend to love it anyway. It’s an AU piece that ends with Samchel being cute because, well, they are. Anyway, I look forward to many more years of marriage and friendship with you, because as I’ve stated multiple times, you’re my best friend. I adore you and I do not know what I’d do without you around to keep me sane and humor my ever-changing obsessions.

Now for the, uh, mediocre part:

Sam and Rachel have only been dating five weeks when Mr. Schue assigns another duet competition.

If it were a few months prior, Rachel would have jumped at the chance to proclaim her eternal love and undying affection for Finn, but it was inevitable that circumstances would change. No matter how much effort she put forth, Rachel could never seem to make things work with Finn.

This time around, the end of their relationship was a gradual accumulation of events. First Sam agreed to move back to Lima, and because the Hummel-Hudson residence was already a full house, Sam had moved into the Berry’s guest room. That left him only a couple doors down from Rachel’s room, and before long the two had begun spending copious amounts of time with one another. He introduced her to Star Wars, comic books, and his passion for Avatar. She returned the favor by convincing him to watch various musicals, listen to Broadway legends, and assist her in constructing her weekly Myspace videos.

One of their most consuming pastimes consisted of Rachel assisting Sam in his pursuit of Mercedes’ fleeting affections. Before long, trying to win back Mercedes became more about seeing how much time Sam could waste with Rachel than it was actually about Mercedes’ interest. When Mercedes realized his attempts were half-hearted, she promptly brought it to his attention. After a lecture about how her chocolate curves deserved more than what he had to offer, Sam had an epiphany. He wasn’t trying because his heart was no longer invested in the matter.

After that, all it took was Finn forgetting Rachel was a vegan or that she preferred vanilla or that she hated watching him play video games a couple more times before their relationship was hanging by a string. She’d broken down to Sam one too many times when he finally couldn’t conceal his feelings any longer. He apologized when he told her he loved her, like he was somehow offending her.

It took a week, but she eventually realized that the ridiculous giddiness she’d felt at him apologizing was because she loved him too. She broke up with Finn, began dating Sam in private, and now they were going to sing a duet together. In front of the glee club, who didn’t know they were dating. It only seemed appropriate that they were going to sing Counting Crows’ “Accidentally in Love”, rearranged by Rachel herself to suit two different singers.

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