quinnfabrayhbic:

puckasaurusrex:

Storming into the kitchen, Puck grabbed himself another soda from the fridge, puling it open and taking a few thirsty gulps, just needing something to distract himself with until his temper subsided. Making his way back into the living room, he put the can down on the table. “You know what I want Quinn? I want my girlfriend to actually act like my bloody girlfriend. Instead of some fucking stranger. I’d get more conversation out of someone I’d sit next to on the bus all because you’re too damn busy texting Josh,” He snapped, sitting back down on the couch, his face heavy with an unhappy scowl as he folded his arms across his chest. “You know what? It’s whatever. Text him if you want. I don’t care.”

She bit her lip and curled her legs up to her chest curling up at the edge of the couch.   Her hands went to her stomach again feeling nothing but emptiness there and it hurt her all the more.  She closed her eyes trying to stop the tears trying to not let this all get to her, get back to being numb.  When Puck returned she looked up at him with sad eyes.  ”If you want to talk we’ll talk.”  She picked up the remote and turned off the tv and made a show of turning off her phone too.  ”What do you want to talk about, I’m all yours.”  

It hurt; it really fucking hurt feeling like he was being completely blanked by Quinn and not knowing why. If he knew what he’d done wrong; why he’d made her angry enough to practically ignore him then he could go about trying to make amends. But the fact of the matter was, he had no idea what it was he was have meant to have done. Normally, when Puck was in the dog house, he knew why. It was like…she just didn’t want to be around him anymore. Be with him or Beth and fuck, that wasn’t a nice feeling. “You know what, Quinn. Don’t bother,” He growled, shaking his head, placing his fingers to his temple, squeezing his eyes shut. “I’m not going to force you to talk to me. Just…go back to Josh or whatever. I’m going to bed.”