helping out || quinn & puck
She furrows her brow when he suddenly shivers, and his whole attitude changes, going from smiling to suddenly cold. “Uh, okay.” She smiles cautiously, wondering what she did to make him suddenly change like that. Did he think she was flirting with him and he really didn’t want that? She swallows hard and walks with him to the door, nervously chewing on her bottom lip. “Thanks again.” She says softly, opening the door and leaning against the frame. “And if you ever get tired of mac and cheese and need real food, you know where to find me.” She smiles, attempting to lighten the mood a little.
He smiles at her, though it takes like everything he’s got not to just sprint out of there and forget any manners he fucking had, and nods. “I’ll be sure to take you up on that. Have a good night,” he manages, before quickly making his way down the steps and hopping into his truck. He drives the block or so to his house, pulls in the driveway, and sits in the car until he feels like he can fucking breathe again. It’s then and there that he decides it - nothing can happen with Quinn, no matter if he wants it to or not.
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He smiles at her, though it takes like everything he’s got not to just sprint out of there and forget any manners he...
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She furrows her brow when he suddenly shivers, and his whole attitude changes, going from smiling to suddenly cold. “Uh,...
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