"And it's killing me to see you again and not help but wonder..."

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Who: usedtohaveabs and jewhawk
What: Awkward moment
Where: The Hoyt House Inn
When: After THIS

The only place to stay Puck and Quinn could find with vacancies was a romantic little guest house in Amelia Island. It was only about fifteen minutes drive from the clinic Kurt was in, and if they went further afield to search for a hotel, it would just put them further away if either Kurt or Blaine needed them, and they both promised they would be near by. But what they soon discovered was that it wasn't 'vacancies' and more just a single vacancy, and in a double room to boot. If they wanted to stay here, they were going to have a share a bed, and if ever there was an awkward moment, it was that.

But their loyalty to their favourite gay guys won out, and a quick discussion ended with them both saying 'But Kurt might need--' and 'But Blaine might need--' simultaneously, so it sealed the awkward deal. Now they were together in the quaint and charming little Hoyt Master Suite, with the receptionist assuming they were on their honeymoon or something and giving them the 'Honeymoon Package', which included champagne, strawberries and chocolates in their room with matching bathrobes. Both were like a deer caught in headlights that they just agreed to it to shut the woman up and then hurried to the room to get away from there.

Now Quinn was lying stiffly on the four poster bad, hands folded over her stomach as she gazed up at the ceiling of the room with a soft clear of her throat. "So, uh... now what?"

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[jewhawk.livejournal.com]

The fact of the matter was, Puck probably would've shared a room with a one-eyed, one-horned flying purple people eater to be close by when Blaine needed him. But even that would've been far less awkward than sharing a room with Quinn after what had happened back at the clinic. He was pretty sure when he thought about it, that his lips were still tingling from the kiss she'd given him, only to have her immediately pull away, seeming to brush the whole thing off as a mistake. The fact was, Puck hated that part most of all. It wasn't that she kissed him, or even that she pulled away so quickly as much as her insistence that she shouldn't have done it, and it was just her emotions getting to her. Maybe that was true, or maybe she'd just panicked, but he didn't know, and it was mad awkward as they lay there in total silence, Puck in an almost identical position to Quinn as their strawberries and champagne sat untouched on the cart they'd been delivered on.

It had been so quiet in the room that when Quinn spoke, it startled Puck just a little. Turning his head to the side to look at her, he shrugged. "I wish I knew. This is... um... really awkward. I can sleep on the floor if you'd rather... Or in a chair. It's totally okay with me." This bed was damn comfortable, though, and as awkward as this was, he really hoped she didn't mind sharing. He didn't mean to stare at her as he waited for an answer on that, but he couldn't help it. Here he was, in bed with the girl he had serious feelings for, and instead of it being a romantic deal, it was awkward, and they weren't even touching. He couldn't help letting himself watch her for a few moments, and as long as she hadn't answered his question, he'd try to make it look like he was just waiting on that.