noah puckerman, but you can call me puck. i'm sure you've seen my name in all the papers because i am a star.
this is an rp account, i am in no way affiliated with ryan murphy, glee, fox or mark salling.
1/3 →
this is an rp account, i am in no way affiliated with ryan murphy, glee, fox or mark salling.
:/
The hotel room was the type of place that Puck’s company begrudged checking him into because like the stereotypical rockstar, he had a reputation for trashing hotel rooms. The more expensive the hotel, the more any damage he caused was going to cost. But he’d made them enough money showing up to the event tonight and actually behaving to keep them satisfied, and quite frankly, he wasn’t planning on wrecking the place tonight. With Quinn there he had better more productive things to focus his attention on. “One of the better hotels in the city,” He nodded, kicking off his own shoes, quickly followed by his tux jacket and tie. They were too restrictive, and now that they were in the privacy of his room, he didn’t have to worry about keeping up appearances.Walking to the small fridge in the corner of the room, he unbuttoned his shirt a little, until some of his chest was showing before he grabbed a bottle of champagne and two glasses. “Can I interest you in another glass of something to drink?” Yes, he was interested in getting to the fun part of what they were going to be doing, but there was no need to jump head first. A little drink, some smooth talking, it’d ease them right into it, and maybe she wouldn’t look so damn nervous. Sitting down on the bed next to her, Puck set the glasses on the bedside table, opening up the bottle of champagne after some minor struggling with the cork. Filling the glasses up, he put the bottle aside and handed one of them to her, before grabbing his own flute filled with the bubbling liquid. “Cheers to having a good night,” He offered up his glass, throwing her a slight smirk and a wink.
“Yes,” Quinn said eagerly at his offer. A little too eagerly, she thought. “Please, that would be nice,” she corrected, reminding herself to act like a lady. Folding her hands in her lap, she waited for him to come sit next to her. When the glasses were finally poured, she accepted the glass he held out for her, clinking it against his. At his flirty wink, she couldn’t help but smile back, letting her head fall down to look at the glass in her hand. She took a small sip, once again trying to remain collected, and looked around the room once again. It was a beautiful room and of course it must be expensive. Quinn didn’t know him that well but she felt as if everything Puck did was expensive. He gave off the careless rocker vibe, that he would throw down any amount if it was for something he wanted. Even so, she was surprised he had scored what she assumed to be the nicest suite in the hotel. Even her management didn’t trust her with such a pricey room. And all she did was sleep in there while Puck was known for late night partying in his. Quinn got another feeling that he used his charm to get what he wanted, even if his money couldn’t. He was very charming, she had to give him that.
Looking at back up at him, she decided since he wasn’t jumping her bones just yet, that she’d make polite conversation. “It really is nice in here,” she commented again. Realizing she had repeated herself, she blushed and said, “I just can’t get over how you got this room. I wouldn’t even be allowed to.” She took another drink from her glass, slowly flicking her tongue out over her bottom lip once the glass had left her lips. The drink was settling in her, along with the others, and she began to relax a little more. Leaning into him slightly, she studied his face, his strong jaw line, his mohawked hair and felt something inside of her that she usually didn’t feel when talking to a guy. She was usually able to hold it together, keep herself composed. But something about being with Puck made her not want to be that girl.
As Quinn corrected herself once again seeming to fall back into the proper, lady like air she was known for, Puck couldn’t help but chuckle, enjoying it more when she was that little but less composed, but it was amusing to see her cling so desperately to that good girl image. Drinking down a few mouthfuls of the champagne, setting his glass to the side, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from off of her shoulder, glancing around the room whenever she commented on it. “Yeah, it’s alright,” He nodded in agreement, chuckling quietly to himself. It was more than alright; it was bigger than his whole house back home. Never did he think that he’d one day be gracing some of the most luxurious hotel rooms in the world. Now and again it was a little overwhelming, and as weird as it sounded, sometimes he longed for his small home back south, but he hadn’t been back there in a while now. ”Well, babe. When you’ve got the charm, you can get just about anything. Plus I think my company thinks if they give me the best, I’ll give them the best in return,” He laughed softly, lounging back against the vast bed.
With a small smirk, he reached over to take the glass from her, putting it over on the bedside table next to his own. “Lucky for you, I’m willing to share it all with you tonight,” He chuckled, bringing his hand to rest on her bare leg, giving her knee a gentle squeeze, shifting closer to her on the bed. Quinn was the very definition of beautiful; gorgeous eyes, perfect lips, a little lacking in the chest area, but she made up for it in the rear, and he had always been an ass man. Leaning over, he placed his lips back to hers, kissing her gently, taking it slow, hoping to draw her back in.
It seemed that Puck had well and truly underestimated the blond he’d chosen as his company for the night. He had been convinced that Quinn would be all shy touches and soft kisses, and already he had been completely overwhelmed by just how forceful she was being. It had been an almost positive certainty that he would be leading the way, but here she was, keeping up with him the very best. As they momentarily parted from the kiss, he didn’t look away from her, his eyes locked on hers as his fingers drifted slowly along her neck. Truly, she was beautiful; even more so when he lips were swollen from kissing and her cheeks were gently flushed. The second their lips reconnected, Puck wasted no time, having not an ounce of hesitance as his tongue worked against hers, slipping into her mouth, drawing a groan which rattled in the back of his throat as he tasted her more completely. He was in a world of his own, or rather, a world of their own; they could have already been sitting on the steps of the hotel and he would have been none the wiser. Kissing her was much more interesting than paying attention to where they currently presided, even if he was looking forward to get up to his hotel room.The hand that rested on her knee, slowly began to work it’s way along her leg, over her thigh, his nails lightly grazing over the smooth skin just under her dress. This was just one of the many reasons he loved dresses on girls; easy access, among other things. When the limo pulled to a final halt, Puck really had no other choice but to pull away from her, his hand still resting against the inside of her warm thigh. “Yeah, lets,” After composing himself just a tad, he climbed out first, holding the door open for her and giving her his hand to help her out of the vehicle. Wasting no time, he led Quinn in off the street, into the main lobby of the posh hotel, not wanting to give anyone the chance to catch them together. Once they were in the elevator with the button for his floor pressed, Puck was assured that all unwanted situations had been avoided; his arm even sneaking around her waist and his lips grazing over her bare shoulder, tasting her skin until they hit his floor and with an air of impatience he led her into his over sized, luxurious and no doubt expensive room. “Much better,” He commented, shutting the door behind them and locking it.
The inside of the hotel lobby was beautiful, with high ceilings and bright colors. But Quinn didn’t get to see much of it before Puck was leading her inside the elevator. The elevator walls were made up of all reflective metal and she caught a glimpse of herself. Her strapless dress was lopsided on one side while her lips and cheeks were flushed with a soft pink. A small streak of mascara had run in the corner of her eye and the soft curls in her hair had come undone from being in packed club and from Puck running his fingers through it. Normally at the sight of herself, Quinn would insist on going home. She never looked undone in public and her stylists constantly dragged her into bathrooms at appearances to make sure she looked perfect. Her hand traveled to her lips, brushing them softly and she felt like it was a completely different person that was looking back at her. And suddenly she felt panicked. This wasn’t her, whatever they were going to his hotel room for and she had to stop it. Just as she was about to open her mouth, she felt an arm snake around her waist and pull her in. The feel of his arm around her calmed her down, reminding her that this had been her idea in the first place. And for good reason, she thought as she felt his soft lips against her skin.
Once the elevator emptied them into his room, she relaxed even more. They were finally in private, with no threat of being caught. “It’s nice in here,” Quinn commented absently, picking at the bedspread on the king sized bed. Now that they were alone in his room, she was even more unsure as to what to do. Making out in the limo wasn’t so bad, she had channeled one of her roles and gone for it. But Quinn had never been in a situation like this, in real life or in movies. Was she supposed to take her clothes off right now? Were they supposed to talk for a little before? She sat down on the bed, taking her shoes off slowly while she waited for Puck to finish locking the doors. She figured she would let him take over from here.
The hotel room was the type of place that Puck’s company begrudged checking him into because like the stereotypical rockstar, he had a reputation for trashing hotel rooms. The more expensive the hotel, the more any damage he caused was going to cost. But he’d made them enough money showing up to the event tonight and actually behaving to keep them satisfied, and quite frankly, he wasn’t planning on wrecking the place tonight. With Quinn there he had better more productive things to focus his attention on. “One of the better hotels in the city,” He nodded, kicking off his own shoes, quickly followed by his tux jacket and tie. They were too restrictive, and now that they were in the privacy of his room, he didn’t have to worry about keeping up appearances.
Walking to the small fridge in the corner of the room, he unbuttoned his shirt a little, until some of his chest was showing before he grabbed a bottle of champagne and two glasses. “Can I interest you in another glass of something to drink?” Yes, he was interested in getting to the fun part of what they were going to be doing, but there was no need to jump head first. A little drink, some smooth talking, it’d ease them right into it, and maybe she wouldn’t look so damn nervous. Sitting down on the bed next to her, Puck set the glasses on the bedside table, opening up the bottle of champagne after some minor struggling with the cork. Filling the glasses up, he put the bottle aside and handed one of them to her, before grabbing his own flute filled with the bubbling liquid. “Cheers to having a good night,” He offered up his glass, throwing her a slight smirk and a wink.
“I have my moments,” Once the door was shut, the driver of the limo needed no further instruction as the vehicle began to move and he was rendered alone with Miss Fabray. The situation was by far the most intimate they had been in that night so far; even backstage they’d been surrounded by other people. Now they were completely alone. Just the two of them together. Puck felt like it was okay to relax a little more, let the bad boy image slip just a tad, maybe let the guy who’d assured her after the hosting blip raise his head. Yet as they sat there, he found it hard to find words to say. His eyes watched her like a hawk, trying to sum her up and come to some sort of conclusion, but she was so difficult to read. Just when he thought he had the blond pinned, she came and did something like climb into his limo and agree to come back to his hotel room. So evidently there was something more beneath those innocent eyes and charming smile. That made Puck all the more desperate to find out just what it was.Subtly, he nestled close to her, his arm draping along the back of the seat that she was currently resting against; all those little moves to bring them closer together. Yet it was her who took the first real step when he felt warm lips press hungrily against his own. It took him a few seconds to actually collect himself and realize what was going on, but regaining his composure and he responded to the kiss with an open eagerness. His lips moved against hers, his teeth gently grazing across her plump and glossed bottom lip as his fingers tangled themselves within her hair, not caring about the previous style because it would be a mess by the end of the night if he had anything to do about it. Free hand moved to the curve of her bare knee, stroking his thumb over the skin as he pulled her closer to him.
Immediately her hands went to his face. Underneath her fingers, Quinn could feel a small amount of subtle against his smooth skin. As she pressed her lips against his, she wondered exactly had come over her. Everything that she had done that night had been so out of character but at the same time it felt so right. As she ran her tongue over his bottom lip, she couldn’t believe that this was really happening. All her life, she had been the good girl that moves slowly so boys would respect her. Never had she been the girl that acts on impulse, making out with a ridiculous good-looking musician in the back of a limo. It felt like she was in the scene of another movie but the feel of Puck’s touch against her bare skin reminded her that this was no movie, it was real. Slowly, she pulled back, taking a breath in. Her eyes ran across his face, checking for his reaction, while her tongue slowly ran out over her bottom lip. His lips had been so warm up against hers and suddenly she decided she wanted more. Everything inside her head was telling her to stop but she leaned forward anyway, parting his lips with her tongue.
Her hands followed back to his face, one resting on the back of his neck. She played softly with the bottom of his mohawk before tugging gently on it. She moaned softly into his mouth as her tongue continued to move against his. All the things she had heard about him through girls he had slept with were true. Now she understood why all those girls threw themselves at him. The limo was moving steadily through traffic and Quinn silented thanked the gods that the windows were tinted. The last thing she needed was for someone to get a compromising picture of her. The hotel came into view while Quinn ran her hands over Puck’s chest. She could feel his chest muscles even through his shirt and she wanted to rip it off so she could feel him under the fingertips. Finally the limo pulled up in front of his hotel and she pulled away. Her face was flushed, her hands were still resting on his chest. She eyed the building behind him and swallowed thickly. It was her last chance for an out but as her mind worked through ideas to leave, she knew she would never follow through. She was already in too deep; there was no way she could leave now. “Shall we?” she asked, gesturing at the tall building.
It seemed that Puck had well and truly underestimated the blond he’d chosen as his company for the night. He had been convinced that Quinn would be all shy touches and soft kisses, and already he had been completely overwhelmed by just how forceful she was being. It had been an almost positive certainty that he would be leading the way, but here she was, keeping up with him the very best. As they momentarily parted from the kiss, he didn’t look away from her, his eyes locked on hers as his fingers drifted slowly along her neck. Truly, she was beautiful; even more so when he lips were swollen from kissing and her cheeks were gently flushed. The second their lips reconnected, Puck wasted no time, having not an ounce of hesitance as his tongue worked against hers, slipping into her mouth, drawing a groan which rattled in the back of his throat as he tasted her more completely. He was in a world of his own, or rather, a world of their own; they could have already been sitting on the steps of the hotel and he would have been none the wiser. Kissing her was much more interesting than paying attention to where they currently presided, even if he was looking forward to get up to his hotel room.
The hand that rested on her knee, slowly began to work it’s way along her leg, over her thigh, his nails lightly grazing over the smooth skin just under her dress. This was just one of the many reasons he loved dresses on girls; easy access, among other things. When the limo pulled to a final halt, Puck really had no other choice but to pull away from her, his hand still resting against the inside of her warm thigh. “Yeah, lets,” After composing himself just a tad, he climbed out first, holding the door open for her and giving her his hand to help her out of the vehicle. Wasting no time, he led Quinn in off the street, into the main lobby of the posh hotel, not wanting to give anyone the chance to catch them together. Once they were in the elevator with the button for his floor pressed, Puck was assured that all unwanted situations had been avoided; his arm even sneaking around her waist and his lips grazing over her bare shoulder, tasting her skin until they hit his floor and with an air of impatience he led her into his over sized, luxurious and no doubt expensive room. “Much better,” He commented, shutting the door behind them and locking it.
Whereas Puck was the very definition of Quinn’s manager’s nightmare, the blond actress was just about everything his company could want for him. Smart, beautiful, a clean reputation, she was the type of girl they were always pushing him towards. Someone who could encourage him down the path of redemption; someone he could fall in love with and have those feelings inspire and album. But that wasn’t how he worked. Not only did he avoid relationships and love completely, but he wasn’t going to be rushed back into making music because some chick flashed him a smile. Puck wasn’t a stereotypical rockstar, and he didn’t intend on conforming to that image anytime soon. But this could be one of those mutually beneficial encounters, right? The blond would get a break away from her squeaky clean image, have a night of fun and Puck…well, he’d get a night with the most mysterious actress and Hollywood. That sounded beneficial all right.“Absolutely nothing at all,” Puck had to admit that he was surprised by her boldness; he would have been sure she would have backed out by now, but instead of running away, she linked her arm with his like this was something she did every other night. As he led them to the lobby, he quickly sent a few texts on his phone, contacting his limo driver, instructing him to meet him at the side entrance of the building. “My hotel isn’t far, but don’t worry, I’m not going to make you walk or anything,” He smirked gently at her, leading her way from the main doors, down a small set of steps. The paparazzi would still be lurking, maybe less in numbers, but they’d have less chance being seen together if they took precautions, something he was positive she would appreciate. Once they were out of the main building, it was an easy run from the side door to his ready waiting limo. Being the gentleman, he held the door open for her, helping her in before slipping into the vehicle with her.
The walk from the side entrance to his limo was a quick one, which Quinn was grateful for. It seemed as if he was taken extra care to make sure that they weren’t seen together. Whether he was doing it for her sake, or if he didn’t want to ruin his own image by being seen with her, she didn’t know. And she didn’t care as long as they weren’t photographed. Puck quickly ushered her into the limo, holding the door for her. “What a gentleman,” she remarked, settling into the comfortable leather seat. The limo began driving almost as soon as Puck closed the door after them. Quinn scanned her eyes, inspecting every inch of the limo. Now that she was alone with him, she wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do. All she knew was that if she thought he had been close to her at the bar, it was nothing compared to how close they were right now. She lifted her eyes to met his slowly and she held his gaze, unsure of what his eyes were saying. Truthfully, she’d never been a situation like this. She was hardly the type to meet a random and immediately go back to his room. Of course she had dated, casually, but she still made them wait a few months before sleeping with them.
Although she’d never been in a situation like this on her own, Quinn had played many roles where a girl was. Never before had she been able to understand how a girl could throw herself at a guy like her character’s had but now looking at Puck, she started to feel like she knew. She felt a strange pull towards him that she couldn’t explain. In a way she felt ashamed because this went against everything that she had lived by for the past few years. But she was in private and no one had to know if she had one night of fun. So before she could stop herself, she leaned in crashing her lips down against his.
“I have my moments,” Once the door was shut, the driver of the limo needed no further instruction as the vehicle began to move and he was rendered alone with Miss Fabray. The situation was by far the most intimate they had been in that night so far; even backstage they’d been surrounded by other people. Now they were completely alone. Just the two of them together. Puck felt like it was okay to relax a little more, let the bad boy image slip just a tad, maybe let the guy who’d assured her after the hosting blip raise his head. Yet as they sat there, he found it hard to find words to say. His eyes watched her like a hawk, trying to sum her up and come to some sort of conclusion, but she was so difficult to read. Just when he thought he had the blond pinned, she came and did something like climb into his limo and agree to come back to his hotel room. So evidently there was something more beneath those innocent eyes and charming smile. That made Puck all the more desperate to find out just what it was.
Subtly, he nestled close to her, his arm draping along the back of the seat that she was currently resting against; all those little moves to bring them closer together. Yet it was her who took the first real step when he felt warm lips press hungrily against his own. It took him a few seconds to actually collect himself and realize what was going on, but regaining his composure and he responded to the kiss with an open eagerness. His lips moved against hers, his teeth gently grazing across her plump and glossed bottom lip as his fingers tangled themselves within her hair, not caring about the previous style because it would be a mess by the end of the night if he had anything to do about it. Free hand moved to the curve of her bare knee, stroking his thumb over the skin as he pulled her closer to him.
“Oh please, if there’s one thing I do know about you, it’s that you’re a complete princess,” Okay, so Puck couldn’t be completely sure of that, given this was actually the first time he’d interacted with her, but he’d heard the talk and the rumors; read the odd slating article. Quinn Fabray kept to herself because she thought she was too good for everyone else. Funny, she seemed to have that air about her, despite the charming smile she expertly wore. Puck could almost see it in her eyes. She was probably looking at him and thinking about what a disgusting lowlife he was, how she would no doubt catch something off of him just by standing next to him. Quinn reminded him of some of the girls back home; the ones whose Daddies owned business and ranches, who had money to burn. Raised from the day and hour they were born to think they were better than everyone else. He’d never been a fan of people like that. Ever.The third glass of JD was almost finished whenever he heard the blond’s comment and he almost promptly spat the alcohol everywhere in surprise. Had she seriously just agreed to his offer? Okay, he was being sarcastic at the time, but that didn’t mean he would actually say no to Quinn, because she was hot. Really hot. And not in that fake tit botoxed to the eyeballs hot. She was beautiful. “Alright then,” With a prominent smirk, he drained the last of his drink, straightening up and offering her his arm, much like he had when they were going on stage with each other. “If you really want to, then by all means, let’s go,” He was challenging her; take the chance and go with him or chicken out and retreat to the safety of a companion that wasn’t as infamous as he was.
Quinn set her glass down on the bar, her head spinning slightly. His response wasn’t surprising at all. Even if he had been joking before, Puck would never turn down an offer from her, or any girl. The only question was if she was serious or not. It would be easy to find some kind of out and make her excuses. She could find her manager, dance respectively with another clean-cut actor, and have a few more drinks before heading home. But as Puck offered an arm to her, she knew that wasn’t how she wanted her night to end. As much as she loved having a good image, she hated it too. It made people believe all the things that Puck did about her. With anyone else, she would’ve waved them off. Normally the only opinion of her that mattered was her own, and of course, the presses’. But as she let her eyes travel up to met Puck’s, she felt the need to prove to him that she wasn’t a princess, like he thought. On an impulse, she reached out and took his arm.
“What are we waiting for then?” she asked, her stomach rippling with a mixture of excitement and nerves. No matter where she went, she had at least one person telling her what to do or to remind her that she had a reputation to uphold. Right now, though, there was no one to be found, not even her manager. She was on her own, with a little assistance from the alcohol. So she let Puck lead her out of the club and into the lobby. She could only imagine the headlines that would be spun if someone saw them together like this. But as she took a good look around the lobby she didn’t see anyone. Quinn figured they’d be covering more interesting things, like the party inside, and she relaxed a little, loosening her grab on Puck’s arm.
Whereas Puck was the very definition of Quinn’s manager’s nightmare, the blond actress was just about everything his company could want for him. Smart, beautiful, a clean reputation, she was the type of girl they were always pushing him towards. Someone who could encourage him down the path of redemption; someone he could fall in love with and have those feelings inspire and album. But that wasn’t how he worked. Not only did he avoid relationships and love completely, but he wasn’t going to be rushed back into making music because some chick flashed him a smile. Puck wasn’t a stereotypical rockstar, and he didn’t intend on conforming to that image anytime soon. But this could be one of those mutually beneficial encounters, right? The blond would get a break away from her squeaky clean image, have a night of fun and Puck…well, he’d get a night with the most mysterious actress and Hollywood. That sounded beneficial all right.
“Absolutely nothing at all,” Puck had to admit that he was surprised by her boldness; he would have been sure she would have backed out by now, but instead of running away, she linked her arm with his like this was something she did every other night. As he led them to the lobby, he quickly sent a few texts on his phone, contacting his limo driver, instructing him to meet him at the side entrance of the building. “My hotel isn’t far, but don’t worry, I’m not going to make you walk or anything,” He smirked gently at her, leading her way from the main doors, down a small set of steps. The paparazzi would still be lurking, maybe less in numbers, but they’d have less chance being seen together if they took precautions, something he was positive she would appreciate. Once they were out of the main building, it was an easy run from the side door to his ready waiting limo. Being the gentleman, he held the door open for her, helping her in before slipping into the vehicle with her.
“And yet, I’m still more popular than you. Funny how that works,” Puck retorted without missing a beat, rolling his eyes and taking a mouthful of his newly freshened drink. He knew what she was getting at; it’d been a long time before he’d even released a record. Maybe it sounded stupid, but he just didn’t feel like it. His company was putting more pressure on him to finally release his album, he had the songs, he had the equipment, he just didn’t have it in him. He was just lacking the heart he needed. Puck knew why, even if no one else did. And that was one part of his personal life he wasn’t sharing. Quinn was talented; he knew there was no point even challenging that. He’d seen some of her stuff; seen her act and she wasn’t just good because she was beautiful. The girl actually had talent. Head turning, inspiring talent. Not that he was going to tell her that.“Oh well aren’t you sweet. Why don’t you donate that dress to my hotel room floor and we can see just how charitable you can be?” Puck smirked, evidently leering at her, looking down over her figure in her new dress, that was much more figure hugging and shorter than her event dress. “Babe, don’t you get that damage is my image?” He chuckled, shaking his head in amusement, straightening up and running his fingers through his mohawk. “I snort coke off a hooker’s stomach and have a threeway with a pair of twins and the biggest rock magazine in California wants to do an interview with me. You accidentally swear and that’s you dropped from Mickey Mouse’s princess club.”
Quinn rolled her eyes, ignoring him. Her drink was running empty again and she signaled to the bartender to bring her another. It was unlike her to have so much to drink at such a public party, especially in such a short amount of time. But she needed something to do while she stood here with him and drinking seemed like a good choice. When her new glass was brought over, she deposited her used on the counter where it was instantly whisked away. Taking a long sip, she nearly choked when Puck began listing all the things he’d done. Quinn knew he went a little crazy sometimes but she just assumed it was harmless fun like getting too drunk or sleeping with a lot of girls. But from the sound of it, he was a lot more reckless than she’d realized. She knew she should be disgusted, she even considered walking away from him but she took one look at him and suddenly something inside her didn’t want to. “I’m hardly a Disney princess,” she replied back lamely. She was running out of responses to him and his cockiness seemed to be growing by the minute.
But despite her dismissal, something about his comment bothered her. As much as she liked being taken seriously, there definitely was a negative side to being so private. People thought she was snobby, rude, thought she was better than everyone else, or in Puck’s case, a princess. Quickly, she let her eyes scan his body before she brought them back up to his face. “So why don’t we?” Quinn asked, suddenly. She could tell he didn’t know what she meant, so she clarified, “You know, head to that hotel room of yours.” Before she could stop herself, the words were tumbling out of her mouth. Who was this girl offering to go back to a random guy’s hotel room? Because it clearly wasn’t Quinn. She didn’t do things like this. Maybe it was the alcohol. She’d only had two and half glasses of champagne but she was a little bit of a lightweight and her head was already starting to get fuzzy. So she looked him in the eyes, waiting to hear his answer. The question was already out of her mouth. She figured she might as well go with it.
“Oh please, if there’s one thing I do know about you, it’s that you’re a complete princess,” Okay, so Puck couldn’t be completely sure of that, given this was actually the first time he’d interacted with her, but he’d heard the talk and the rumors; read the odd slating article. Quinn Fabray kept to herself because she thought she was too good for everyone else. Funny, she seemed to have that air about her, despite the charming smile she expertly wore. Puck could almost see it in her eyes. She was probably looking at him and thinking about what a disgusting lowlife he was, how she would no doubt catch something off of him just by standing next to him. Quinn reminded him of some of the girls back home; the ones whose Daddies owned business and ranches, who had money to burn. Raised from the day and hour they were born to think they were better than everyone else. He’d never been a fan of people like that. Ever.
The third glass of JD was almost finished whenever he heard the blond’s comment and he almost promptly spat the alcohol everywhere in surprise. Had she seriously just agreed to his offer? Okay, he was being sarcastic at the time, but that didn’t mean he would actually say no to Quinn, because she was hot. Really hot. And not in that fake tit botoxed to the eyeballs hot. She was beautiful. “Alright then,” With a prominent smirk, he drained the last of his drink, straightening up and offering her his arm, much like he had when they were going on stage with each other. “If you really want to, then by all means, let’s go,” He was challenging her; take the chance and go with him or chicken out and retreat to the safety of a companion that wasn’t as infamous as he was.
“Well you’re currently wasting a lot more than a second,” It wasn’t that Puck was truly irritated by the blonde’s presence, because he wasn’t. The thing was, he didn’t know anything about her, no one did, and that was weird for someone who was prominently in the public eye. Whereas with him, you couldn’t open a paper or magazine without an article about him in it, with Quinn it was the opposite. Yes, there were pictures and paid interviews; but there were no rumors or scandals or anything of that nature. For someone in the spotlight she had little known about her, but that was part of her charm wasn’t it? The mysterious actress who never got into trouble, never had her personal life spewed all over the papers. Puck was the complete opposite of that. And the fact that there wasn’t anything he could quote her on unsettled him. He wanted to know more about, what lay beneath that charming smile and sweet expression, and he didn’t like being hooked that way, even if it was just out of avid curiosity.“Sweetheart, if you’re claiming I’ve got no talent, you’re sorely mistaken, and your grasping at straws for comebacks is a bit pathetic,” He scoffed, draining the rest of his own drink, mimicking her actions by doing so, letting the bar tender top it up without having to inform him to do so. Another reason he loved these types of parties. The bar tenders were like well trained monkey’s. At Quinn’s insistence that she had absolutely no interest in him, he simply laughed, scooting along the bar and sliding closer to her, his hand fleetingly brushing along her side. “And yet, for one with much better things to do, you’re still standing here, talking to me.”
“Oh, you have talent?” she quipped. “I’m sorry, I must’ve forgotten since you haven’t recorded in almost two years.” Quinn let her eyes travel to him, her mouth curled into a sarcastic smile. Truthfully, she knew her comment about talent didn’t apply to him at all. Back when he had been more career-focused, his music had been everywhere. It was impossible to ignore it and it was impossible to deny that he had talent. She wasn’t suggesting that he was talentless, merely that he was lazy, his talent falling to waste. His next comment, though, she had no clever retort for. Quinn would never admit it but he was right. There were so many other things to do at this party, so many other people to talk to. And yet here she was, still standing at the bar, exchanging words with Puck. Even not doing anything, a photograph of the two of them together at bar in the paparazzi’s hand could be spun into a million different stories. She was risking her image while standing here with him but she continued to sip her drink quietly.
Despite him being right, Quinn was not about to let him get the best of her. “Well, my manager says it’s nice to do one charity event a month. I figure being seen with you could fill my month’s requirement.” Scanning the party, she looked for someone to move on to but she felt an odd feeling at the thought of leaving Puck here. She could say she had better things to do all she wanted but something she couldn’t explain was keeping her here to talk to him. “I don’t know why you’re complaining, anyway,” she continued. “Being seen with me might be do some damage control on your image.”
“And yet, I’m still more popular than you. Funny how that works,” Puck retorted without missing a beat, rolling his eyes and taking a mouthful of his newly freshened drink. He knew what she was getting at; it’d been a long time before he’d even released a record. Maybe it sounded stupid, but he just didn’t feel like it. His company was putting more pressure on him to finally release his album, he had the songs, he had the equipment, he just didn’t have it in him. He was just lacking the heart he needed. Puck knew why, even if no one else did. And that was one part of his personal life he wasn’t sharing. Quinn was talented; he knew there was no point even challenging that. He’d seen some of her stuff; seen her act and she wasn’t just good because she was beautiful. The girl actually had talent. Head turning, inspiring talent. Not that he was going to tell her that.
“Oh well aren’t you sweet. Why don’t you donate that dress to my hotel room floor and we can see just how charitable you can be?” Puck smirked, evidently leering at her, looking down over her figure in her new dress, that was much more figure hugging and shorter than her event dress. “Babe, don’t you get that damage is my image?” He chuckled, shaking his head in amusement, straightening up and running his fingers through his mohawk. “I snort coke off a hooker’s stomach and have a threeway with a pair of twins and the biggest rock magazine in California wants to do an interview with me. You accidentally swear and that’s you dropped from Mickey Mouse’s princess club.”
This was the infamous pose of Noah Puckerman. If there was a party, then he’d be at the bar, getting drunk off his face before he went and caused some form of destruction. It was just what he did. Last time he’d ended up getting in a fight with some B-List stuck up actor; after he’d punched him in the face, his company had managed to talk the other man out of suing, and they certainly had not been amused. That’s why they always sent someone out with him at least, sometimes it was even two or three people. But he always managed to ditch them. Like now, for example. He dropped the agent at the venue and gotten in the Limo without him, now he had free reign until the dude got a ride and managed to make it into the after party without the person he was representing. He just needed a drink. Plain and simple. Something strong that would help him have an easier night; less thinking, more drinking and a lot more fun to be had; fun he wouldn’t remember until he read about it the next morning in the papers.The first glass of Jack was gone without so much as a flinch, but the foundation of champagne meant that he had a buzz quickly worked up. He wouldn’t be slurring or stumbling, but he had that warm tingling sensation. As long as it didn’t run down the leg of his pants, he’d be fine. He’d just ordered his second glass of whiskey when he heard the familiar voice of the woman he’d been associated with earlier that night. Turning his head to look up at her, he rolled his eyes, sipping at his drink. “Honey, if I was going to waste my time following anyone, it wouldn’t be you,” He scoffed, shooting back some more of the Jack, licking his lips before straightening up. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be? Kissing the ass of some movie producer or playing shy in the corner so people can continue to wonder about the mysterious Quinn Fabray?” With his eyebrow arched, he leaned against the counter top, smirking. “If anything, you’re following me, babe.”
Quinn was surprised at his comebacks. Like backstage at the show, she was expecting him to respond to her annoyance in a teasing manner but he seemed to be just as annoyed with her as she was with him, if not more. She realized that the somewhat pleasant Puck she had met backstage might not have been the same man that was standing in front of her now. After all, she’d read all about his antics in the papers. If anything, his apathy towards her was what she should’ve expected out of him. She knew it was nothing personal. From what she heard about him, he acted like this with everyone he met. Even so, there was a small pang of annoyance in the back of her head. Everyone found her charming and everyone treated her accordingly. She wasn’t used to being treated like this which of course increased her annoyance with him.
“Oh, please,” Quinn huffed, “I’ve seen the girls you’ve been with. You’d be lucky if I even considered wasting a second on you.” Sipping quietly out of her glass, she drained the entire contents before continuing. “I don’t kiss ass,” she interjected, angrily. “I actually have talent unlike some people here.” Setting her glass down on the counter, she didn’t even need to ask for a refill. The bartender was already right there, filling the glass right back up to the brim. Her eyes traveled to him as he leaned in closer to her and she wanted to pull back, but she didn’t. Staring him right in the eyes, she countered, “And besides, I have way better things to do than follow you.”
“Well you’re currently wasting a lot more than a second,” It wasn’t that Puck was truly irritated by the blonde’s presence, because he wasn’t. The thing was, he didn’t know anything about her, no one did, and that was weird for someone who was prominently in the public eye. Whereas with him, you couldn’t open a paper or magazine without an article about him in it, with Quinn it was the opposite. Yes, there were pictures and paid interviews; but there were no rumors or scandals or anything of that nature. For someone in the spotlight she had little known about her, but that was part of her charm wasn’t it? The mysterious actress who never got into trouble, never had her personal life spewed all over the papers. Puck was the complete opposite of that. And the fact that there wasn’t anything he could quote her on unsettled him. He wanted to know more about, what lay beneath that charming smile and sweet expression, and he didn’t like being hooked that way, even if it was just out of avid curiosity.
“Sweetheart, if you’re claiming I’ve got no talent, you’re sorely mistaken, and your grasping at straws for comebacks is a bit pathetic,” He scoffed, draining the rest of his own drink, mimicking her actions by doing so, letting the bar tender top it up without having to inform him to do so. Another reason he loved these types of parties. The bar tenders were like well trained monkey’s. At Quinn’s insistence that she had absolutely no interest in him, he simply laughed, scooting along the bar and sliding closer to her, his hand fleetingly brushing along her side. “And yet, for one with much better things to do, you’re still standing here, talking to me.”
They managed to survive presenting the award, so Puck would count that as a success, and by the end of it, his blond co-presenter had even managed to shake herself from whatever fear had overtaken her enough to announce the winner. Soon enough the award was given to the respectful winner and they were back out of the limelight into the safety of the backstage area. He was tempted to mock her or at least chastise her for leaving him to fend for himself out there, but something stopped him. Puck had seen how damn scared she was out there; it had been obvious in her eyes, that and she actually thanked him for helping her out. As said previously, he was a dick, but he wasn’t that much of an asshole. “Hey, don’t worry about it. We all have our moments,” He reassured her, offering her his first genuine smile. “At least you didn’t trip, right?” Really he’d been wanting to converse with her more; sure they’d gotten off on a bad foot, but it could be salvaged. But soon her manager was whisking her off and he got nothing more than a glance.After that, the rest of the show was pretty straight forward. They had been announcing one of the awards, so by the time he got back to his seat there wasn’t long left. Then it was off to the after party, the part he had genuinely been excited for. First off was the usual line up. Pose for a few more pictures against the board of whoever was sponsoring this year, take a few more interviews, chat with the fans and sign more autographs; those were the only times he felt like a performing monkey, or a cattle at one of the auctions, being tramped up and down for people to gawk at. It was a breather once he got inside the venue where the party was being held and he made an A-line for one of the many bars ordering himself a JD on the rocks. Now he could really start to unwind and enjoy himself.
Quinn was quickly rushed from the stage to take her place back in the audience. It was her first time presenting, despite her A-list status, and she now had a new appreciation for the people that went up there, making it look so easy. There wasn’t much to the show left and as soon as it was over, she found herself being whisked out of the venue and into her limo. She had picked a flower patterned dress with a purple belt cinching her waist for the after party and she was more than ready to slip into it. After a quick hair change and few makeup touch-ups, she was back in the limo on the way to the next venue that was holding the after party. The standard posing for pictures, signing autographs and talking to the press was present before the doors to the building but Quinn didn’t mind. Her fans were the reason she was where she was so she was more than happy to give back to them. After some time spent on the carpet outside, she bid goodbye to her fans and paparazzi and headed inside. The place was packed and she spotted a lot of her friends. But before she greeted any of them, she decided she wanted a drink. In fact, she believed she deserved one after her embarrassing moment on the stage.
Approaching the bar slowly, Quinn thought long and hard about her drink of choice before deciding on a simple glass of champagne. Always better to keep it classy in her mind and besides, she was kind of a lightweight and those other hard liquors did not mix well with her. She quietly sipped her glass for a while before she spotted the mohawked head. Of course, he would be at the same after party as her. Quinn knew she should be grateful to Puck for pretty much saving her ass at the awards show and she was. But that didn’t mean she had to associate with him otherwise. She’d heard all about him in the tabloids and the last thing she needed was to be spotted with him. All the hard work she had done to keep her personal life out of the news would be down the drain. She did her best to avoid him but somehow the crowd jostled them together until she was standing almost right next to him. “What, are you following me now?” she scoffed at him as she took another long sip of her champagne.
This was the infamous pose of Noah Puckerman. If there was a party, then he’d be at the bar, getting drunk off his face before he went and caused some form of destruction. It was just what he did. Last time he’d ended up getting in a fight with some B-List stuck up actor; after he’d punched him in the face, his company had managed to talk the other man out of suing, and they certainly had not been amused. That’s why they always sent someone out with him at least, sometimes it was even two or three people. But he always managed to ditch them. Like now, for example. He dropped the agent at the venue and gotten in the Limo without him, now he had free reign until the dude got a ride and managed to make it into the after party without the person he was representing. He just needed a drink. Plain and simple. Something strong that would help him have an easier night; less thinking, more drinking and a lot more fun to be had; fun he wouldn’t remember until he read about it the next morning in the papers.
The first glass of Jack was gone without so much as a flinch, but the foundation of champagne meant that he had a buzz quickly worked up. He wouldn’t be slurring or stumbling, but he had that warm tingling sensation. As long as it didn’t run down the leg of his pants, he’d be fine. He’d just ordered his second glass of whiskey when he heard the familiar voice of the woman he’d been associated with earlier that night. Turning his head to look up at her, he rolled his eyes, sipping at his drink. “Honey, if I was going to waste my time following anyone, it wouldn’t be you,” He scoffed, shooting back some more of the Jack, licking his lips before straightening up. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be? Kissing the ass of some movie producer or playing shy in the corner so people can continue to wonder about the mysterious Quinn Fabray?” With his eyebrow arched, he leaned against the counter top, smirking. “If anything, you’re following me, babe.”
