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dontgivea-puck:

Puck could thank his depression for this moment.

In the not-too-distant past, he’d been turned back into a vampire… turned back into a vampire so that his fiancee wouldn’t lose him. She’d either lose him to another woman or to the realm of death — and with some assistance from her Sire, she’d chosen another path. She’d kept him for herself, at the cost of his mortality—  his life… and yet denied death its due. Once more Puck was the thing he’d come to loathe, to despise, to hate:  all because he could not be selfish.

That’s what he’d figured out in the few hours that Quinn was spending purchasing food and clothing now that she was human again. He was upset, he was depressed… because he could no longer be selfish. When Quinn was the immortal one, there was a burden lifted from him — that he was going to be the one who had to let go first. He would age, grow weak, grow old. His body would wither away, as would his mind. He wouldn’t have to stay trapped in time and know that Quinn’s days were numbered, watch her die molecule by molecule with each waking moment they spent together. He wouldn’t have to be the one to care for her when she was feeble and didn’t even remember his name, let alone her relationship to him. He wouldn’t have to be the one to bury her, to rest his face upon that cool headstone and carry the burden of her memory with him for the rest of his own personal eternity.

She would be the one that was forced to do that for him — and Puck wanted it that way. He wanted to be the selfish one.

But now, now it was back to the way it was… with him forced to care for his human once more. He would have to once more pick up the burden of being the one left behind, the one who lived on after she was long gone… and with the realization that he couldn’t be selfish anymore had come a few more revelations.

First, there was a call placed to Yale.

Second, there were calls placed to various individuals: Brittany. Santana. Mr and Mrs Fabray. Blaine. Shane, who was with Keagan. Nathaniel and Evander.

The last person contacted was Quinn… and currently, she was the only one missing.

“Are you sure this’ll work?” came San’s hiss directly into his ear, right before Shane shot her doppleganger a dirty look and warned the other woman away from her Sire with a very unhuman growl. Puck simply nodded at Santana to reassure her, then shot a smile over to his temperamental Childe… though years and miles may have separated them, nothing could truly keep them apart. She’d come to him when he needed her — as did everyone else Puck had contacted, all sitting and waiting in the Catholic chapel at Yale in various stages of formal dress — with some, such as Brittany, attired in less traditional clothes than the others.

The sun was setting, Quinn would be here soon. The text message he’d sent her was simple: “Can you show me around campus this Saturday evening? I want to spend the day with my family in New York, but I’ll be waiting for you when you’re done with your study group.”  His fiancee had happily agreed, and it was almost 5pm… the time he’d asked for her to be present. Britt and San took up their places by the door, ready to whisk Quinn away to get dressed as soon as she’d realized what was going on. Even though everyone was gathered, Puck wasn’t all that concerned about proceeding without Quinn.

After all, what was a wedding without a bride?

It was weird. To be human again. To feel warm to her own touch and to have to worry about breath and sleep and food that didn’t come from tearing into the vein of someone else. It was even more weird to have Puck back to being a vampire. It was almost as if the last five years hadn’t happened, that it had been nothing more than a fever dream that had broke them down a little and had aged them through the night. Puck’s physically while Quinn’s was emotionally, though that wasn’t to hide how much Puck emotionally went through — and was still going through because Quinn could tell. Even though she said nothing more on it, she knew he was upset, he had loved being human again, he had loved it even more than she was loving it now and to lose it again — to lose it and not have her be a vampire with them, have them once unequal because they never seemed to get it right about timing — she knew he was hurting even though she hadn’t pointed it out because he was still…her Puck. 

And, he was back into the role, worrying and fretting and moving her back to New Haven so they could have the life that they had lost. Les less than happy and less than present since the night Puck was turned and Quinn reverted. But, they could be happy again…happy in New Haven and back in the life they were ripped from — even though Quinn couldn’t bare the idea of living in their apartment again, still condemned and the memories — of losing him, of the rape of all the bad things it had been tainted with…

Instead, they made a new home, a fresh one for this newest fresh start. And it was…right, again…feeling the sun on her skin as she walked to class, as she went back to Yale like she hadn’t traveled the word for five years, reading Shakespeare and writing essays like she hadn’t spent a week in England with Les as he forced her to kill and used a talon to carve out sections of Romeo and Juliet on her skin as he reminded her that she had missed Puck’s anniversary of death for the second year in a row — but the first week back in that fresh air, in a classroom and coming home to her vampire in the evening — all of that slipped from her. 

This was her life again, everything was hers and she wasn’t going to jinx it. Nor would she let Les or any other supernatural being take that from her, even with her mortality restored, she had been Quinn Leclair and that confidence wouldn’t slip even if she had tossed out the use of that as a surname. 

And today was no different. Two classes, a few hours in the library and then she’d see her vampire, even though for whatever reason he wanted a tour instead of the normal attack she met when she came home and found herself pinned to a wall and a flurry of lips and fangs and the mash of cold skin and warm. It was whatever and the sun was low enough when she left the library, waving a goodbye to her classmates as she started towards the Chapel…and it’d be abandoned at this hour, at least it should be, hopefully —

—which is why there was a grin on her face as she took a few steps in, “Pu—” His name died on her lip as she was greeted with the sight of more than just her vampire. “W-what’s going on?” 

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1 year ago on 10 January 2013 @ 9:37pm 1 note
dontgivea-puck
[Text:] You're human again, and it was your dream to go. Can't waste any time... now, start packing. I'm meeting up with San and Britt for... coffee, and I'll be back to help you shortly. The movers come tomorrow.

[Text:] Alright!

1 year ago on 10 January 2013 @ 6:08am
dontgivea-puck
[Text:] Well, that's good. You start classes at Yale on Monday and I imagine it would be difficult to commute from Brooklyn to New Haven every day in time to make it back home for dinner.

[Text:] What? …You enrolled me, again? 

1 year ago on 10 January 2013 @ 5:54am
dontgivea-puck
[While she's out and about, Quinn gets a text from Puck...] I hope you're not opposed to moving back to New Haven...

[Text:] I guess I wouldn’t be? 

1 year ago on 10 January 2013 @ 5:43am
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1 year ago on 10 January 2013 @ 12:21am

I forgot —

dontgivea-puck:

It’s whatever will get the most moans out of you, Quinn.

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That’s not exactly….a hard — um, goal to set for yourself. 

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1 year ago on 8 January 2013 @ 5:28pm 16 notes

I forgot —

dontgivea-puck:

Indeed… c’mon, ahuvati. Let me remind you what it feels like to be on the receiving end of a vampire’s stamina…

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Is that a threat or a promise, Puck? 

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1 year ago on 8 January 2013 @ 3:24pm 16 notes

I forgot —

dontgivea-puck:

How did you forget? Do you need another… reminder?

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….maybe we should move to the bedroom. 

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1 year ago on 7 January 2013 @ 2:14am 16 notes

I forgot —

dontgivea-puck:

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Yes, your Majesty.

I forgot how good you were with your mouth. 

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1 year ago on 6 January 2013 @ 12:16pm 16 notes

I forgot —

dontgivea-puck:

Then why aren’t you doing it… ariyeh?

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I…ok….here or would you —- here. Put me on the counter. 

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1 year ago on 6 January 2013 @ 6:17am 16 notes