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storypaint) wrote2012-01-20 02:41 pm
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[Glee] the gift of oneself (Lauren/Puck)
Title: the gift of oneself
Fandom: Glee
Length: 541 words
Prompt: Christmas card fic!
Pairing: Lauren/Puck
Other: n/a
Excerpt: >Lauren broke up with Puck in July, but she bought him a Christmas present anyway. She saw it through the glass wall of the FYE and popped in and out without any apparent intervention from her brain.
Lauren broke up with Puck in July, but she bought him a Christmas present anyway. She saw it through the glass wall of the FYE and popped in and out without any apparent intervention from her brain. Then she was holding the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles cartoon box set, and she had nobody to give it to. She stuffed it deep into her purse to worry about later, suddenly irritated. She didn't even stop in Torrid like she'd planned before she headed home.
Word around school was that Puck was making it with Shelby. Lauren didn't have much of an opinion of the lady, except that she hadn't been asked to join the Troubletones, but it's not as if she would have, anyway. Anyway, she could respect his desire to stay close to his baby, although this was kind of a stupid way to go about it. Classic Puck; she wasn't surprised.
The box set moldered at the bottom of her sock drawer for two weeks before Lauren decided that she needed to do something with it. It'd be dumb to buy a gift for someone and not give it. Plus, she had fond memories of early summer, lying around on Puck's couch stoned and watching the few episodes he had on videotape, skippy and low-quality on his mom's twenty-year-old VCR. She'd moved on to better and brighter things now (she was going to be champ in her weight class this year if she had to kill someone to do it), but that didn't mean they couldn't be friends. Or talk once in a while. If no one else was around.
She cornered him in passing period before Math class. He never bothered to go anyway, so he wouldn't be missed. Without prelude, she dragged him into their old make-out closet. He held his hands up to show that he was unarmed.
"I didn't do it!" Puck declared. Lauren made a mental note to find out what he meant and slugged him (gently) on the arm.
"Shut up," she said, pulling the DVD box from her cardigan pocket and thrusting it into his chest. He took it instinctively, still looking confused. He was squishing the bow, but she chose not to mention it.
"Merry Christmas," Lauren continued, a little gruff.
"Uh, thanks, I guess," he said. With his free hand he dug into his pocket. He pulled out a crumpled five-dollar bill, his can of dip, and twenty-eight cents in change. "I, uh, don't have anything for you. I didn't think-- I'm a Jew! We don't do this Christmas thing."
"I don't want something back, Puckerman. Just don't tell anyone I gave you this, okay? Have a good break," Lauren said. She grabbed his collar and pulled him down enough to kiss his cheek.
"You could give me the fiver, though," she said after consideration. He smiled and slapped it into her palm.
"Happy Hanukkah, Lauren," he said, with a small smile. He tucked his gift into his coat and escaped the closet before she could do something else inexplicable.
Lauren smiled a little. After a few moments, she followed him out.
Fandom: Glee
Length: 541 words
Prompt: Christmas card fic!
Pairing: Lauren/Puck
Other: n/a
Excerpt: >Lauren broke up with Puck in July, but she bought him a Christmas present anyway. She saw it through the glass wall of the FYE and popped in and out without any apparent intervention from her brain.
Lauren broke up with Puck in July, but she bought him a Christmas present anyway. She saw it through the glass wall of the FYE and popped in and out without any apparent intervention from her brain. Then she was holding the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles cartoon box set, and she had nobody to give it to. She stuffed it deep into her purse to worry about later, suddenly irritated. She didn't even stop in Torrid like she'd planned before she headed home.
Word around school was that Puck was making it with Shelby. Lauren didn't have much of an opinion of the lady, except that she hadn't been asked to join the Troubletones, but it's not as if she would have, anyway. Anyway, she could respect his desire to stay close to his baby, although this was kind of a stupid way to go about it. Classic Puck; she wasn't surprised.
The box set moldered at the bottom of her sock drawer for two weeks before Lauren decided that she needed to do something with it. It'd be dumb to buy a gift for someone and not give it. Plus, she had fond memories of early summer, lying around on Puck's couch stoned and watching the few episodes he had on videotape, skippy and low-quality on his mom's twenty-year-old VCR. She'd moved on to better and brighter things now (she was going to be champ in her weight class this year if she had to kill someone to do it), but that didn't mean they couldn't be friends. Or talk once in a while. If no one else was around.
She cornered him in passing period before Math class. He never bothered to go anyway, so he wouldn't be missed. Without prelude, she dragged him into their old make-out closet. He held his hands up to show that he was unarmed.
"I didn't do it!" Puck declared. Lauren made a mental note to find out what he meant and slugged him (gently) on the arm.
"Shut up," she said, pulling the DVD box from her cardigan pocket and thrusting it into his chest. He took it instinctively, still looking confused. He was squishing the bow, but she chose not to mention it.
"Merry Christmas," Lauren continued, a little gruff.
"Uh, thanks, I guess," he said. With his free hand he dug into his pocket. He pulled out a crumpled five-dollar bill, his can of dip, and twenty-eight cents in change. "I, uh, don't have anything for you. I didn't think-- I'm a Jew! We don't do this Christmas thing."
"I don't want something back, Puckerman. Just don't tell anyone I gave you this, okay? Have a good break," Lauren said. She grabbed his collar and pulled him down enough to kiss his cheek.
"You could give me the fiver, though," she said after consideration. He smiled and slapped it into her palm.
"Happy Hanukkah, Lauren," he said, with a small smile. He tucked his gift into his coat and escaped the closet before she could do something else inexplicable.
Lauren smiled a little. After a few moments, she followed him out.