[He nods, setting his jaw and shaking his head. Kid's kind of fucked, really. It had taken him some pretty hard-knock life experiences to grow a real pair and become a man, and it had taken so long because he'd been so resistant. Maybe this kid will have better luck. It's kind of all on him, though. If they'd grown up together, maybe he could have threatened him, told him he'd throw his ass in a Dumpster if he skipped Glee. But that's the thing about change; you have to be ready and open to changing, or else it doesn't take.]
Guess you're not a Puckerman if you're not screwing everything in sight. [Is that a little bit of bitterness? Nahhhh...]
You and me both. Shall we just go with skype? If it works for Brittana...
(While that particular trait might reside solely in the Puckerman genes, Glee club had changed them all for the better, as she saw it. What started as an entirely selfish attempt to get her boyfriend back and avoid talking to the rest of the club as much as humanly possible (unless it suited her) ended with a kind of family she never would have expected, and the chance for a life she never would have attempted without them)
He needs to know there are people he can turn to. If you can move past it (sort of) than so can he.
[He's genetically predisposed to it or some shit like that. Look at their dad. Look at his brother. Fuck, look at him. You know it's true. If the kid doesn't join Glee Club, then he better hit up Anger Management or Sex Addicts Anonymous, 'cause the last thing that the Puckerman name needs is for another one of them to steal an ATM.]
Didn't move past it. Just grew the fuck up, you know? [He shrugs. Glee was like the safety net; it caught him when he inevitably fucked up and fell. Sure, he was PUCK, king of the goddamn school, but he could look back on the way he was during his first year and compare it to the way he is now. It's like two different people.]
So. You really wanna keep in touch and shit like that? I mean, I didn't think you were serious when you said it.
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ugh, I wish he wasn't in LA.
Guess you're not a Puckerman if you're not screwing everything in sight. [Is that a little bit of bitterness? Nahhhh...]
You and me both. Shall we just go with skype? If it works for Brittana...
He needs to know there are people he can turn to. If you can move past it (sort of) than so can he.
Brittana scissor-skypes...
Didn't move past it. Just grew the fuck up, you know? [He shrugs. Glee was like the safety net; it caught him when he inevitably fucked up and fell. Sure, he was PUCK, king of the goddamn school, but he could look back on the way he was during his first year and compare it to the way he is now. It's like two different people.]
So. You really wanna keep in touch and shit like that? I mean, I didn't think you were serious when you said it.