and the living is easy
Characters: Quinn, Puck.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 453
Summary: It's the summer after she had her baby and Quinn fits into all her old clothes again.
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It's the summer after she had her baby and Quinn fits into all her old clothes again. She doesn't have to squeeze or twist, wrench zippers or fight hooks. Everything just fits, closes up with effortlessness and ease, like there was never a period of time when it didn't.
Sometimes it doesn't even feel like her body has changed at all, except for when it aches, or Santana says goddamn, Q, you get some work done while you were in the hospital popping that thing out? your tits are huge.
Sometimes it feels like nothing has changed and sometimes it feels like everything has. Her mother would like Quinn to subscribe to the former, but deluding herself became harder and harder the bigger she got. She's not sure she knows how to anymore.
Puck keeps showing up to take her places. "I have no desire to go anywhere with you," she says, every time, and every time she goes.
At first it's the carnival, held in some sweltering parking lot no one uses during the year. There are so many children. Puck calls her babe one too many times and Quinn punches him so hard in the arm it probably ends up hurting her more.
He is unsurprisingly unruffled, gets her a cherry Ice-E and tells her to stop being such a bitch. Then he wins her one of those cheap fluffy carnival bears, a pink one, by knocking down bottle pyramids.
She put the bear in her trunk, out of sight, shoved right to the bottom underneath everything else she doesn't want to look at.
Next it's the movies, one of those stupid romantic comedies with a million actors in it. Then they go for ice cream (chocolate for Puck, strawberry with sprinkles for Quinn). Then a carousel. Every other weekend there he is outside her house, honking three times in impatient succession. She'll lean out her window to yell at him for being early, for being late, for being there at all. But ten minutes later she's out the door and in his car.
At the end of July he takes her to a park and there are fireworks, illuminating the sea of dark blankets and families. Quinn watches them blankly, remembering the fourth of July parties her parents would throw, when her sister still lived at home and her father didn't hate her.
"What the hell's it gonna take to make you smile," Puck grumbles, surprising her.
Is that what all this was? she wonders. Quinn doesn't have an answer for him, she hasn't felt like smiling since the last time she saw her baby. "I don't know," Quinn says. "Time."
The next weekend he buys her a watch.
Characters: Quinn, Puck.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 453
Summary: It's the summer after she had her baby and Quinn fits into all her old clothes again.
Note: For
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sing_song_sung!It's the summer after she had her baby and Quinn fits into all her old clothes again. She doesn't have to squeeze or twist, wrench zippers or fight hooks. Everything just fits, closes up with effortlessness and ease, like there was never a period of time when it didn't.
Sometimes it doesn't even feel like her body has changed at all, except for when it aches, or Santana says goddamn, Q, you get some work done while you were in the hospital popping that thing out? your tits are huge.
Sometimes it feels like nothing has changed and sometimes it feels like everything has. Her mother would like Quinn to subscribe to the former, but deluding herself became harder and harder the bigger she got. She's not sure she knows how to anymore.
Puck keeps showing up to take her places. "I have no desire to go anywhere with you," she says, every time, and every time she goes.
At first it's the carnival, held in some sweltering parking lot no one uses during the year. There are so many children. Puck calls her babe one too many times and Quinn punches him so hard in the arm it probably ends up hurting her more.
He is unsurprisingly unruffled, gets her a cherry Ice-E and tells her to stop being such a bitch. Then he wins her one of those cheap fluffy carnival bears, a pink one, by knocking down bottle pyramids.
She put the bear in her trunk, out of sight, shoved right to the bottom underneath everything else she doesn't want to look at.
Next it's the movies, one of those stupid romantic comedies with a million actors in it. Then they go for ice cream (chocolate for Puck, strawberry with sprinkles for Quinn). Then a carousel. Every other weekend there he is outside her house, honking three times in impatient succession. She'll lean out her window to yell at him for being early, for being late, for being there at all. But ten minutes later she's out the door and in his car.
At the end of July he takes her to a park and there are fireworks, illuminating the sea of dark blankets and families. Quinn watches them blankly, remembering the fourth of July parties her parents would throw, when her sister still lived at home and her father didn't hate her.
"What the hell's it gonna take to make you smile," Puck grumbles, surprising her.
Is that what all this was? she wonders. Quinn doesn't have an answer for him, she hasn't felt like smiling since the last time she saw her baby. "I don't know," Quinn says. "Time."
The next weekend he buys her a watch.