If you leave anything in my ask box, I’ll answer it. No matter how dirty, how disgusting, how personal, how unfair, I’ll answer it. Anonymous or not.

@Quinn.

Puck pulled out of his driveway of his house, which always seemed to be empty lately, and pulled onto the freeway with caution. The trip to Quinn’s house wasn’t that long considering they all lived in the same school district. He was happy to finally be able to get to spend time with the girl he liked, and hopefully soon to be girlfriend. This surprise that she had in store for him made him anxious and nervous at the same time. The last sort of surprise from her was that she had one in the oven. It was hopefully a happy surprise, like a new car or something. But that was unlikely.

His gas gauge was hovering just above the little ‘E’ mark, making him curse under his breath. That drive to Lima Heights Adjacent the other day had done him justice. The nearest BP wasn’t far from Quinn’s house, thankfully, so he quickly made a pit stop to fill up. The whole time his mind was repeating what she had said earlier. If you’re good, you get a reward. Did she mean an over the bra grope? This was Quinn, and he obviously respected her, but he knew not to expect sex from her. Unless he brought wine coolers to her house and suggest they go do body shots. Again, unlikely.

After paying for his expensive full tank of gas, he pulled out again and headed down the road to Quinn’s house. Looking as fancy as ever, and it never failed to make him feel out of place. His car shifted into park outside her house with a click and he stepped out of the car with a hop in his step. It felt like forever since he last saw her. Knocking lightly on the door with a small smile on his face, he couldn’t help but feel happy to see her again. He ran a hand through his mohawk to make sure it didn’t look messy or out of place as he waited.

@Santana.

Puck double checked himself in the mirror with a glare. His usual signature smirk was replaced with a blank expression, his lips pressed firmly in a thin line. Dark circles had appeared under his eyes, a sign that he should start sleeping more. And his his perfectly shaved head, minus the mohawk down the middle, had started to grow a stubble again. It’d been a while since he last trimmed it. The usual glint in his eye had died out, despite how turned on he was at that moment. It’d been a while since his last rump in the sack with Santana. He was trying to clear his head. It was swarmed with thoughts of Quinn, mostly. His Quinn, he liked to think of it. Seeing Santana and doing the nasty usually took his mind off anything depressing related. The dry spell he’d been going through for the last week would soon be cured, and hopefully, he would return to the normal Puckster.

Shrugging off the blank expression and the way his eyes shone with sadness, he picked up his car keys off the bedside table and jogged down the stairs. He knew he didn’t have to dress up or try to swoon Santana over with his looks, so hopefully she’d ignore how shit he looked at the moment. Gray hoodie, jeans, white wife beater, something he’d been sporting for a good couple of days. Not the same outfit obviously, but he simply couldn’t be bothered to dress to impress. His car roared to life once he was in and buckled, clicking it into reverse before backing out his driveway. Nobody was home anyway, his mom was at work, his sister was at a friends, and now he too was going to a friends. The more important details weren’t needed.

The traffic wasn’t that bad on the freeway that day, and Puck was forever thankful for it. Thoughts of whipped cream, sex, and Santana naked replaced the confusing and depressing thoughts he was having. All stress out the window. The clock on his dashboard told him he was running a little behind on time, and he really didn’t want her to start without him. It took all the fun out of it, in his opinion. Eventually, his car pulled up into the familiar driveway of the Lopez residence. He stepped out of his car and strutted his way to the front door, knocking four times so she knew it was him.

I’m bored, I’m horny, I’m hungry. This is the worst dry spell ever.

Anybody need a Puck?

If you need him, there’s one right here. I don’t mind dropping in an audition for anything. Pucktana would be the only ship I’m willing to swing for at the moment. If you want a drop an idea or a group link that you want me to look at in my ask box, it’ll be much appreciated and I’ll definitely look at it.
Gracias.