Noah "Puck" Puckerman || Glee (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
alloriginalgradeabadass) wrote2011-07-24 11:24 pm
alloriginalgradeabadass) wrote2011-07-24 11:24 pm
You got a gypsy's soul to blame, and you were born for leaving...
Who? Puck, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hadtimeofmylife, and NPC!Beth (8 years old)
Where? Puck's massive house of awesome in Cleveland
When? Early on a Thursday morning
What? In which the rock star comes home from a long tour with presents for his daughter and her mother.
Rating: No kids allowed
Puck was fucking exhausted. It had been a hell of a long tour, terminating last night in Los Angeles with a big joint show with a singer they'd done a duet with on their last album. He'd taken the red eye back to Cleveland. The tour bus would take too fucking long, and he wanted to get home to his daughter and... Quinn. He still wasn't entirely sure what to call her. Girlfriend, not really, because they certainly weren't exclusive, but when he was home, he was hers. Baby mama? She was definitely more than that. And friend was just ludicrous.
He opened the front door, hearing the hustle and bustle of his house. He had people who kept the house up, and a nanny for Beth when Quinn was working, though it was early enough that no one was gone yet. He heard Quinn and Beth talking in the kitchen, and walked in quietly, leaning against the door frame and watching them, their backs turned to him as they talked about Beth's homework for her math class.
There was something in Puck that was never quite at rest until he was in his own house, with the simple domesticity of Quinn and Beth rummaging through the cabinets for cereal... Lucky Charms for Beth. They were her favorite, and Puck always made sure that he directed the cook who worked there to keep plenty of them in the cabinet. He still couldn't believe his baby girl... the mistake he'd thought he made back in high school, was 8 years old. So fucking grown up he couldn't believe it sometimes.
Beth was going on and on about her teacher at the private school Puck sent her to (read: paid out the ass for), and how she'd assigned them this project about bugs. He smirked a little, when Beth looked up at Quinn and asked, "Mommy, when's Daddy coming home?"
Puck set his bag down on the floor and cleared his throat loudly, a huge grin coming to his face as his baby girl came tearing around the counter at full speed to all but tackle him as he crouched down to her level. "Hey, kid!" he exclaimed, his arms tight around her as she clung to him. "Daddy missed you!"
hadtimeofmylife, and NPC!Beth (8 years old)Where? Puck's massive house of awesome in Cleveland
When? Early on a Thursday morning
What? In which the rock star comes home from a long tour with presents for his daughter and her mother.
Rating: No kids allowed
Puck was fucking exhausted. It had been a hell of a long tour, terminating last night in Los Angeles with a big joint show with a singer they'd done a duet with on their last album. He'd taken the red eye back to Cleveland. The tour bus would take too fucking long, and he wanted to get home to his daughter and... Quinn. He still wasn't entirely sure what to call her. Girlfriend, not really, because they certainly weren't exclusive, but when he was home, he was hers. Baby mama? She was definitely more than that. And friend was just ludicrous.
He opened the front door, hearing the hustle and bustle of his house. He had people who kept the house up, and a nanny for Beth when Quinn was working, though it was early enough that no one was gone yet. He heard Quinn and Beth talking in the kitchen, and walked in quietly, leaning against the door frame and watching them, their backs turned to him as they talked about Beth's homework for her math class.
There was something in Puck that was never quite at rest until he was in his own house, with the simple domesticity of Quinn and Beth rummaging through the cabinets for cereal... Lucky Charms for Beth. They were her favorite, and Puck always made sure that he directed the cook who worked there to keep plenty of them in the cabinet. He still couldn't believe his baby girl... the mistake he'd thought he made back in high school, was 8 years old. So fucking grown up he couldn't believe it sometimes.
Beth was going on and on about her teacher at the private school Puck sent her to (read: paid out the ass for), and how she'd assigned them this project about bugs. He smirked a little, when Beth looked up at Quinn and asked, "Mommy, when's Daddy coming home?"
Puck set his bag down on the floor and cleared his throat loudly, a huge grin coming to his face as his baby girl came tearing around the counter at full speed to all but tackle him as he crouched down to her level. "Hey, kid!" he exclaimed, his arms tight around her as she clung to him. "Daddy missed you!"