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[Playing his guitar and singing quietly.]

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[lesshormonal.livejournal.com]

[For once, Quinn keeps her mouth shut. Puck might get on her nerves sometimes(though maybe not as often as she would lead one to believe), but there was nothing she loved more than listening to him sing. The guitar? Well, that was just a bonus]

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[Puck didn't even notice Quinn as he stared down at his guitar, fingers gliding easily over the strings. And if he had known Quinn was going to be watching him, he definitely would've chosen a more bad ass song. Not one he had written sophomore year. The year of Beth when everything was so damn confusing. Everyone always thought he was a fuck up, some kind of lowly criminal and buried deep inside was something much more complex. He was hurting.]

[lesshormonal.livejournal.com]

[Quinn sort of liked that he didn't know she was there. Whenever Puck knew he had an audience, he immediately started posturing. This was a much more vulnerable side of him. The side that had made her think, if only for a little while, that keeping Beth might not be such a bad thing after all. Leaning against the door frame, her arms wrapped protectively around her stomach. If he wasn't looking at her, it meant she didn't have to pretend not to miss him]

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[When he was done singing, he kept his gaze on his guitar. Clearing his throat, he needed to take a moment. He did have tears and things like that despite what other people thought and the song just really hit him. He missed Beth, he missed Quinn, but neither he would ever admit to.

Finally, after a minute or two he raised his head and saw Quinn. He swallowed a lump in his throat and immediately gave her that bad ass smirk.] Hey, Q. You like stalking me now or something?

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You caught me. [Her voice is barely above a whisper, thick with the tears that she won't allow to fall. Now that she's been caught, she doesn't even have the energy to come up with an excuse for why she was listening, so she didn't try]

You know, you should play the guitar more in class. You're really good, Puck.

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[He gently set his guitar aside and stood, making a fist to cover his mouth as he cleared his throat. He honestly felt extremely awkward and paranoid, knowing she had listened to him.

Stuffing his hands into his jean pockets, he gave a lazy shrug of his shoulders.] Yeah, well.. you know Rachel and Finnocence love the limelight and shit. Plus, being a BAMF and all, I don't have the time to always play. [Which was a damn lie. He didn't have much going on, so when he was home his guitar was his best friend. He was trying to straighten his life, trying to be a better man. Sure, he had his slip ups, but damn it, he was trying.]

[lesshormonal.livejournal.com]

[Oh she knew. Despite her snide little remarks, Quinn knew that deep down, he was a genuinely good guy. He cared about people more than he let on, and he was always trying to be better than he was, despite people constantly telling him that he couldn't. But to acknowledge these things, to admit that he'd come a long way from the delinquent she had first met, would mean admitting that she had paid attention. That she cared about him too. And she had learned that allowing yourself to care about people always ended badly for her]

I don't think Finn loves the limelight half as much as he pretends to. And even if he did.....you're better than he is.

[heyanklegrabber.livejournal.com]

[He gave another shrug, really trying to show that he just didn't care. Even if a tiny part of him wanted to ask her if she wanted him to sing to her, since she thought he was so much better than Finn. When at one point in his life, he felt like he wasn't good enough for her and never would be. Not in her eyes. He was a punk, the guy who ran his mom's car into a store and stole the ATM, the juvie - that's what everyone else saw. He just wasn't great with emotions and acting out was the only way he knew how to show anything.]

Babe, I know I'm better than him. Hello, I'm a fucking BAMF. I'll always be better than him. That's like a total duh.

[lesshormonal.livejournal.com]

[Had he mustered up the courage, she wouldn't have turned it down. He sang to Rachel, he sang to Mercedes, but what did Quinn get? Justin Beiber. For a long moment after he spoke, she could only stare, large hazel eyes tracing slowly over his face, but the boy she had been falling for last year was already closed off. Puck could get those walls up quicker than anybody else she knew] Right. Of course. I guess I should let you get back to it, then.

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Yeah, alright. [He let his gaze fall away from her before thoughts started running through his head. His head snapped up then and he had to say something before she walked away. A song, maybe he could say something to her with a song. It always worked better for him, to speak through song than with actual talking and words and feelings.]

Hey before you like.. go. Think I can sing something for you? If not, that's cool and shit.

[lesshormonal.livejournal.com]

[As hard as she worked to show that she felt nothing for him, there was no way to deny the way her heart leapt into her throat at the question. Turning back into the room, she nodded slowly, the corners of her lips quirking up into a small smile]

Yeah, that would be....I'd love to hear it.

[heyanklegrabber.livejournal.com]

Cool. Um.. think you can sit down for this though? [He asked quietly, not looking at her, but motioning to a chair.]

[lesshormonal.livejournal.com]

[She might have found the request strange if she could focus on anything but how nervous she was. In general, or at least as far as she knew, Puck really only sang when he was trying to get some girl to fall for him. Ignoring the faint pink flush in her cheeks, she nodded, before crossing to the chair he'd indicated and sinking into it]

[lesshormonal.livejournal.com]

[For once, Quinn keeps her mouth shut. Puck might get on her nerves sometimes(though maybe not as often as she would lead one to believe), but there was nothing she loved more than listening to him sing. The guitar? Well, that was just a bonus]

[heyanklegrabber.livejournal.com]

[Puck didn't even notice Quinn as he stared down at his guitar, fingers gliding easily over the strings. And if he had known Quinn was going to be watching him, he definitely would've chosen a more bad ass song. Not one he had written sophomore year. The year of Beth when everything was so damn confusing. Everyone always thought he was a fuck up, some kind of lowly criminal and buried deep inside was something much more complex. He was hurting.]

[lesshormonal.livejournal.com]

[Quinn sort of liked that he didn't know she was there. Whenever Puck knew he had an audience, he immediately started posturing. This was a much more vulnerable side of him. The side that had made her think, if only for a little while, that keeping Beth might not be such a bad thing after all. Leaning against the door frame, her arms wrapped protectively around her stomach. If he wasn't looking at her, it meant she didn't have to pretend not to miss him]

[heyanklegrabber.livejournal.com]

[When he was done singing, he kept his gaze on his guitar. Clearing his throat, he needed to take a moment. He did have tears and things like that despite what other people thought and the song just really hit him. He missed Beth, he missed Quinn, but neither he would ever admit to.

Finally, after a minute or two he raised his head and saw Quinn. He swallowed a lump in his throat and immediately gave her that bad ass smirk.] Hey, Q. You like stalking me now or something?

[lesshormonal.livejournal.com]

You caught me. [Her voice is barely above a whisper, thick with the tears that she won't allow to fall. Now that she's been caught, she doesn't even have the energy to come up with an excuse for why she was listening, so she didn't try]

You know, you should play the guitar more in class. You're really good, Puck.

[heyanklegrabber.livejournal.com]

[He gently set his guitar aside and stood, making a fist to cover his mouth as he cleared his throat. He honestly felt extremely awkward and paranoid, knowing she had listened to him.

Stuffing his hands into his jean pockets, he gave a lazy shrug of his shoulders.] Yeah, well.. you know Rachel and Finnocence love the limelight and shit. Plus, being a BAMF and all, I don't have the time to always play. [Which was a damn lie. He didn't have much going on, so when he was home his guitar was his best friend. He was trying to straighten his life, trying to be a better man. Sure, he had his slip ups, but damn it, he was trying.]

[lesshormonal.livejournal.com]

[Oh she knew. Despite her snide little remarks, Quinn knew that deep down, he was a genuinely good guy. He cared about people more than he let on, and he was always trying to be better than he was, despite people constantly telling him that he couldn't. But to acknowledge these things, to admit that he'd come a long way from the delinquent she had first met, would mean admitting that she had paid attention. That she cared about him too. And she had learned that allowing yourself to care about people always ended badly for her]

I don't think Finn loves the limelight half as much as he pretends to. And even if he did.....you're better than he is.

[heyanklegrabber.livejournal.com]

[He gave another shrug, really trying to show that he just didn't care. Even if a tiny part of him wanted to ask her if she wanted him to sing to her, since she thought he was so much better than Finn. When at one point in his life, he felt like he wasn't good enough for her and never would be. Not in her eyes. He was a punk, the guy who ran his mom's car into a store and stole the ATM, the juvie - that's what everyone else saw. He just wasn't great with emotions and acting out was the only way he knew how to show anything.]

Babe, I know I'm better than him. Hello, I'm a fucking BAMF. I'll always be better than him. That's like a total duh.

[lesshormonal.livejournal.com]

[Had he mustered up the courage, she wouldn't have turned it down. He sang to Rachel, he sang to Mercedes, but what did Quinn get? Justin Beiber. For a long moment after he spoke, she could only stare, large hazel eyes tracing slowly over his face, but the boy she had been falling for last year was already closed off. Puck could get those walls up quicker than anybody else she knew] Right. Of course. I guess I should let you get back to it, then.

[heyanklegrabber.livejournal.com]

Yeah, alright. [He let his gaze fall away from her before thoughts started running through his head. His head snapped up then and he had to say something before she walked away. A song, maybe he could say something to her with a song. It always worked better for him, to speak through song than with actual talking and words and feelings.]

Hey before you like.. go. Think I can sing something for you? If not, that's cool and shit.

[lesshormonal.livejournal.com]

[As hard as she worked to show that she felt nothing for him, there was no way to deny the way her heart leapt into her throat at the question. Turning back into the room, she nodded slowly, the corners of her lips quirking up into a small smile]

Yeah, that would be....I'd love to hear it.

[heyanklegrabber.livejournal.com]

Cool. Um.. think you can sit down for this though? [He asked quietly, not looking at her, but motioning to a chair.]