Puck nodded slowly, Quinn's words echoing the thoughts in his mind. Was he part of the reason this was happening? Probably. No, definitely. He was. He knew he was. Kurt had gone through his whole high school career being treated like shit by people who didn't understand him, and didn't want to understand. Puck was one of those people, and he knew it. Shit, if he could go back and change it knowing what he did now, he would in a heartbeat, but it was too late for that now. Too late for him to undo the hurt and heartache he'd caused Kurt, and through him, Blaine, Quinn, even himself. "You know... I went through life being this fucking hardass... I wanted to be tough as shit, and I wanted everybody to know it and it never fucking once occurred to me that hurting other people to prove I was a badass didn't do anything but prove how weak I really was. I never hated Kurt. I was afraid of what I didn't understand. B's been awesome for me, because he's the reason that I've been able to grow out of all my stupid notions about gay people, and just... people who were different than me in general... He saved me, whether he realizes it or not. I was a horrible person, probably well on my way to dying young for some stupid reason, and I met B, and... Well, he changed my life. For better or worse, he changed me. But it's for better. There is no worse side of it."
As Quinn kissed him, Puck was caught off guard by it again. He could seriously get used to this, though. This... this whole thing. She was every bit as beautiful as she'd been in high school, if not even more so, and holding her like this just felt right. And he was relatively sure he'd stopped breathing completely as he pulled her closer to him. Maybe this was just a moment of comfort between two people who were hurting for their best friends. Or maybe it was more. Maybe it was much much more. But all Puck knew was that he needed Quinn tonight... And he thought that right now, they both needed nothing more than to feel like they had someone else going through this with them. With a subtle movement, he pressed his lips back closer to hers, deepening the kiss while one of his hands rubbed gently at her back.
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As Quinn kissed him, Puck was caught off guard by it again. He could seriously get used to this, though. This... this whole thing. She was every bit as beautiful as she'd been in high school, if not even more so, and holding her like this just felt right. And he was relatively sure he'd stopped breathing completely as he pulled her closer to him. Maybe this was just a moment of comfort between two people who were hurting for their best friends. Or maybe it was more. Maybe it was much much more. But all Puck knew was that he needed Quinn tonight... And he thought that right now, they both needed nothing more than to feel like they had someone else going through this with them. With a subtle movement, he pressed his lips back closer to hers, deepening the kiss while one of his hands rubbed gently at her back.