He knew that telling Quinn she might need tissues may have gotten her brain working into overdrive, trying her hardest to figure out what he had planed for her. But he wasn’t going to tell. He didn’t want to tell her what he had pulled together.
With everyone that had really ever been important to the New Directions returning to Lima this week, they were still missing someone. Shelby couldn’t make proper arrangements to leave New York City and she didn’t want to uproot Beth’s routine, even if it was for only a day. However, Noah had managed to pull some strings. He convinced Shelby to do a Skype chat, so that Quinn could catch up with her and get to see how big Beth had gotten since they last saw her.
He grabbed his laptop, one of the few things he actually held onto pretty tightly and kept a close watch on when he could. He smoothed out his jeans and grabbed a comb from his back pocket, running it gently through his hair to keep it tamed. He didn’t like having his hair moderately long, longer than what he had been really used to from the previous mohawk anyway, but it was definitely starting to grow on him. He had a feeling the Air Force would have him shave it eventually and that would make the upkeep so, so much easier.
Noah had decided it would be best to meet Quinn at her hotel room. He waved to the desk clerk, the young guy gave him a scowl of acknowledgement. He made his way to the elevator and inhaled sharply. he didn’t entirely know how this would go over, but he was hoping it was good. The very last thing he wanted to do to Quinn was make her upset. He had done a bang up job of chasing that douchebag Biff away, so maybe he could be a redeeming quality in the fact that the tool box Macintosh is gone from Quinn’s life.
Recalling what room number she was, he knocked lightly three times and patiently waited for Quinn to open the door. All he had to do was wait for her to answer the door. He planned on setting everything else up for them. He planned on setting up the Skype call, hopefully without her really catching onto what was happening. But Quinn was smart.
"She’s gonna know," He muttered under his breath and sighed deeply. "She’s gonna know before I even do it."
Quinn was a little confused. She wasn’t sure what kind of surprise Puck could have had up his sleeve. As soon as he told her, her brain ran wild, trying to play out the possible things it could be. Each time, she had no ideas, and it was getting a little frustrating. She didn’t like not being in the know, she liked having control of what was going on.
Needing tissues was the thing that really threw her for a loop. Yes, she could get emotional sometimes, everyone knew that. But did he really think that whatever he had planned was going to make her getting teary? She was skeptical of that, but if he said she needed them, she would have them. She went and picked up a box of them, and kept them on her night stand.
Being home in Lima again was weird after spending so much time in New Haven. It felt weird to be back where she spent so much of her life. So much happened in Lima, and she knew that in a few days time, she’d be back with her new life. She would have to face Biff again, she’d have to face her classmates. She knew that word would get out fast from him about what happened, so she was dreading it.
Maybe this surprise would be what she needed in order to make it through the rest of the year. There wasn’t too much time left, not really. Hearing the knock on the door, Quinn smoothed out her dress, and went to open it, putting a smile on her face. “Hey, Puck..”
She pressed her lips to his cheek, and let him inside. “I’m sure you know that I’ve been trying like crazy to find out what the surprise is.”
I am. But I’m gonna need a box of tissues.
A really good kind. C’mon, I promise you won’t regret it.
If you’re sure, then fine.
Hell yeah you are. I’ve got a surprise for you today and I think you’re really gonna love it.
What kind of surprise, Puck?
So what if she’s mad about that tool anyway? You’re better than him, Q.
Am I though?
Now I remember why I didn’t totally hate living with other people when I got kicked out. Mom can be so overbearing. I thought seeing her for the day, and having dinner would have gone smoother. She’s mad about Biff, because I blew it.
ooc: Thank you <3
Yeah yeah. That was.. kind of the start of it? It’s nice, Q, to get to hold someone. I like holding you especially.
I’m glad that you’ve decided you like to cuddle.
I feel like I should already know the answer, but what happens after our last week in Glee Club is done? Are we just saying goodbye and going our separate ways again? Because I have to admit, I’m not sure where we go from here.
I’d be cool with that. Cuddling’s actually way more fun than I ever gave it credit.
Noah Puckerman, a cuddler? I never thought I would see the day. There was that one day during senior year after I went a little crazy, but I never thought you would want to do it again.