ooc: so I feel really bad that I can’t be as active as I normally am because real life has been pretty hectic, so I was wondering if you would be interest in joining or starting a new RP as Santana and me as Puck, that way this won’t die out. If you don’t like the idea that’s totally fine as week. (:
Dude, no worries. What kind of RP are you thinking?
EDIT: Just in case you don’t want to start an RP, we need a Puck in this one.
I’m Santana. Endgame is Pucktana, of course.
I’ll take a look at it!
And my friend said I could take over her RP because it wasn’t taking off and I loved the plot, so I planned on moving it and playing Puck. If you wanna co admin that one with me juuuust let me knoooow!
http://projectx-reunitedatlast.tumblr.com/ (I haven’t moved it yet. I’m doing it rn.)
ooc: so I feel really bad that I can’t be as active as I normally am because real life has been pretty hectic, so I was wondering if you would be interest in joining or starting a new RP as Santana and me as Puck, that way this won’t die out. If you don’t like the idea that’s totally fine as week. (:
Santana had to laugh loudly at the nickname he brought up. How could she possibly explain to the biggest whore ever that she didn’t do that kind of thing anymore? There was no way he’d understand. “Uh, no, actually. I mean, there’s been a few guys here and there, but like I said, I have a business and a son. I can’t really go out and fuck a bunch of random guys all the time. I miss getting my legs over my head a few times a week, but I have other things that occupy my time.” She shrugged, “But other than that, same ol’ me. I’ve just got a plus one now.” When she shifted around on the counter and he moved his eyes away, she bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from grinning. So Noah Puckerman still thought she was hot enough to check out. That was a pretty nice compliment to her. Hell, she’d been checking out how his shirt stretched over his arms the entire time he was talking. And yeah, he still looked damn good after all these years.
She took a drink of her beer, listening to him talk about his life now. It was weird to hear about him being off somewhere cool. She’d always wanted to go off to New York or Los Angeles, and she almost did, but then six different pregnancy tests had informed her that moving away from Ohio wasn’t in her plans any time soon. It almost made her jealous that he was getting to experience all the stuff she couldn’t because she’d been raising their son. Not like he knew that, but still. She tensed up a little bit when he told her to go get Liam. She really hoped he didn’t notice the similarities between the two. The hazel eyes, the Puckerman nose, hell, the kid was a mini Puck. Santana was just praying that Puck wouldn’t notice, and if he did, she hoped he wouldn’t freak the fuck out. “Sure, be right back.” After setting her beer down on the counter and going upstairs, she walked down with the still sleepy boy in her arms. She turned so Liam could look at Puck and rubbed his back. “Puck, this is Liam. Liam, this is Nana’s son, Puck. Where you got your mohawk idea from.”
Puck refrained from making a snide comment when she mentioned that she missed having her legs over her head a few nights a week. He wanted to tell her that la cama de Puckerone was always open for her, but he knew that would result in either a slap across the face or the birdie. MILFs were always his thing, and Santana Lopez was no doubt the hottest MILF in the country, if not the world. “You’re missin’ out, Lopez. Gettin’ laid every night is great.” Had Santana’s kid not been in thr house, he would have happily taken her to bed. Her body looked better than it had before. Her legs, her tits, her face. Age had done everything in her favor.
Puck stared at the kid in front of him. The boy looked just like him and that freaked him out. He glanced up at Santana, then back at her kid and held out a fist for him to bump. She wouldn’t do that to him. His father was a deadbeat, and she knew that. If Liam really was his son, which he thought he was, Santana wouldn’t do that to Puck or Liam. “Sup, little dude? I heard you wanted to be a badass.” Puck rolled used up thr sleeves of his shirt and flexed, looking from thr kid to Santana, then back to the kid. “You might want to start working the the guns. Chicks dig on rockstars with guns.” He reached out and rolled up the kid’s sleeves, shaking his head with a smirk on his face. “You’re lackin’, dude. You gotta convince your mamacita to take you to pump some iron.”
(Source: noah--puckerman)
Okay, so maybe her being there while his mom was out was a bit suspicious, but she honestly could chalk it up to the fact that Puck’s mom had pretty much become her mom in the past six years. Whenever Santana needed something, the first person she called was the woman she now fondly referred to as ‘ma’. When he walked closer to her, she couldn’t help but curse herself for being barefoot. The height difference and the way he looked down at her had always affected her a little bit. “Me? Be good? That’s kind of a hard thing for me to do. I mean, having a kid kinda keeps you in line, but other than that..” She shrugged and followed him in to the kitchen, accepting the beer from his hand before hopping on the counter.
“Ya know, he has a name. It’s Liam,” she said as she took a swig of the beer. “I finished college and came back to Lima. Hell, what else could I do when I was fresh out of college, and pregnant?” She laughed and pulled her skirt down, adjusting it to cover her thighs more as she sat. “And after taking pictures of assholes for the studio I worked for, I decided I’d open up my own. So, I have a son, a studio, and a whole lot of debt. My kid on the other hand? He has a mohawk, a booklet of fake tattoos, and a drum set. He’s dead set on being the next great rockstar. He’s upstairs, asleep in your old room, which is now the game room. And his play room. You can meet him in a little bit when I wake him up.” She took another drink and looked over at him. “What about you?”
Puck cracked open his bottle and took a swig, listening to her talk. “You haven’t change much, have you, Lopez?” He didn’t expect anything different. Hell, he didn’t want her to be any different than she was so many years ago. That was the Santana that he loved, and he wouldn’t be able to wrap his head around it of she changed. “Still keeping up with you Slutana Hopez ways?” Puck took much pride in creating that no so clever nick name for his girl back in the day. He pretty much felt like God when he came up with that sophomore year. It was one of the few things he was proud of. Kind of.
He couldn’t help but stare at her legs when she was sitting one the counter top. They looked hot - like they always did - but a little fuller, kind of like Quinn’s after she had gotten pregnant. When she pulled her skirt down, Puckmpulled his eyes off of her and to the tiled flooring, hoping that she didn’t think he was being a creep. “I taught kid how to play guitar at a music store for a while, but they went out of business after a year or so. I moved in with a, uh, a friend because I couldn’t afford to pay rent by myself.” Friend meaning Rachel Berry. She was awesome while they lived together. Who knew she was so flexible? “But I got a job bartending a few nights a week and I play a few gigs every now and then.” He shrugged, sipping his beer again. “You said the little dude is upstairs? Go wake him up. I want to meet him.” Puck didn’t try to ask who the kid’s father was. He assumed that it was one of Santana’s randoms after he left for New York.
(Source: noah--puckerman)
To say Santana was nervous was an absolute understatement. For the first time in six years, she was going to see Noah Puckerman, while his own son sat at the dinner table with him. Sure, she knew it was a little messed up how he didn’t know about Liam, but he’d been the one to take off without a single word. When Miriam Puckerman had told her that she had to stay for dinner, Santana laughed, thinking she was joking, but the woman wasn’t. She knew all about Liam’s paternity, and she wasn’t going to let Santana run away from Puck anymore. Part of Santana appreciated that, but part of her hated the woman for making her stick around and face the one that got away.
After parking Liam in front of the TV and going upstairs to get ready, she looked herself over in the mirror. Sure, she felt different after six years, but at the same time, Santana knew she looked good. She slid her feet in to a pair of heels after slipping on a dress and walked back downstairs just in time to hear Puck’s voice. “Puckerman, your mom isn’t here yet. She’ll be here in like, twenty minutes. She had to go pick up your little sister from cheer practice.” Santana rounded the corner and sucked in a breath when she finally saw him. The years had been good to Puck, and that easy, familiar feeling settled over her as she looked him over. “Nice to see you again, asshole.”
Puck kicked his shoes off, leaving them by the front door when he heard Santana’s voice. He was taken aback at the sound of her voice. “Oh, uh, okay.” The part of his ex girlfriend being at his mom’s house while she was gone confused him, and he was going to ask his mom about that later on in the night. When she came into sight, Puck couldn’t help but stare at her. She looked good, but then again she was Santana Lopez. She could look good if she was wearing a trash bag. His eyes raked down her body. Her figure had changed slightly, but other than that she looked great.
He smirked down at her, taking a step closer to her. “You as well, ‘Lo. You’ve been good, yeah?” Puck walked away from her and to the kitchen, optioning for her to follow him. As he inspected the kitchen, still making notes in his mind of all the housework he could do to help his mom out before he left. He took a beer out of the refridgerator and offered it to her and grabbed another one. “What have you been up to, Lopez? And your kid?”
(Source: noah--puckerman)
Puck felt restless while he drove to his mother’s house for the first time in almost eight years. Not because he was going to experience how his mother was living without him there, but because Santana was going to be there. At his mother’s house. With him. He felt bad for what he did so many years ago. It was a douche-move to leave without saying goodbye, but if he told her he was leaving, he wouldn’t be able to do it. Leaving without word was his best bet, his gut feeling. It was the only way he would have left Lima, and the only thing he wanted his whole life was to leave Lima and everyone in the cow town behind. Over the Internet, Santana had mentioned something about having a kid. If he was going to be honest, Puck wasn’t surprised that she ended up as a single mom. He knew it was harsh, but she had it coming for her. After all, she far from being a saint.
As he pulled into his mother’s small driveway, Puck noticed all the things he felt obligated to fix on her house. He made a mental list of cleaning out the gutter, fixing the banister on the front porch, and other little things that haven’t been able to get done because of his absence. Puck looked at the car parked beside his, knowing that it was Santana’s because of the booster seat planted in the back seat. After sighing deeply, Puck killed the ignition and opened his car door, regretting coming back to Lima in the first place. It’s too late to turn back now. He walked the few steps up to the front door, knocking lightly as he opened the door for himself. “Ma? I’m here.”
I mean, I have a guy friend that’s pretty much my husband, minus the sex.. And Finn is like, my best friend. But other than that, what’s the use? I have one main guy in my life, and nothing’s as important as he is.
Really? Finn’s still in Lima? Figures. I guess I’ll see you soon, Lopez.
What kind of sexist bullshit is that? No, I do not need a man to take care of my son and I. I’ve done it by myself since day one.
No, dude, you’re the last person that needs a man to support you, but I just thought you would be married to Sam or Finn or some other Lima Loser by now.
Ha. Ha. What time are you coming to your moms? She’s insisting I be there for dinner, eve though I’ve practically begged to stay away from you.
Why the hell are you at my mom’s house? Don’t you have a family to get to?
Because your mom loves me. Probably more than she loves you. And you know I don’t have shit to get to. I don’t have a mom, and dad is off on one of his business trips. Or did you forget that my family is fucked up?
By family, I meant son. Shouldn’t you be married if you have a kid?
Ha. Ha. What time are you coming to your moms? She’s insisting I be there for dinner, eve though I’ve practically begged to stay away from you.
Why the hell are you at my mom’s house? Don’t you have a family to get to?
Wait, you’re coming here?! Why? Don’t you have things/women to be doing elsewhere?
I thought it was time to pay my ma and sis a visit. Don’t worry, I left the ladies back in New York. I didn’t think they’d like a small town like Lima.
I’m sure they’ll be glad to see you. Your sister always tells me that she misses you, I don’t know why though. I don’t miss your rude ass very much.
Seriously, Lopez, you’re too kind. I’ve never been more flattered than I am at this moment.
Wait, you’re coming here?! Why? Don’t you have things/women to be doing elsewhere?
I thought it was time to pay my ma and sis a visit. Don’t worry, I left the ladies back in New York. I didn’t think they’d like a small town like Lima.
Wait. Did you forget that you ditched me six years ago? Because I’m pretty sure that’s a big deal, and that’s why I’m not being so nice to you.
Yeah, and that was six years ago. I thought that would have been plenty of time for you to get over me before I come back to Lima tomorrow. Excited to see me, Lo?
Missed me? Die in a fire, Puckerman.
What’s up your ass today, Lopez?
