It’s About Time || Puckleberry

For the past few months, things seriously could not be going any better. Puck was scared that as Rachel’s due date got closer and closer, things were going to start taking a turn for the worse. And that sounds really fucking shitty, but that’s how his mind is trained to think. He’s spent a long time thinking that every good thing he has eventually turns to shit and goes sour, but what he has with Rachel is proving all of that to be false. Especially the past few months. At this point, nothing could wrong. Everything was healthy with the twins and graduation was coming up, the only thing he really had to worry about were his full moons and making it back to her in one piece. So far, so good. Since he found out she was pregnant, his transformations have gone so well that its almost scary. The most he’s gone home with was a cut or some bruises, that’s about it. So, when he left Rachel with a kiss to her forehead and a smile while she sat on the couch while Funny Girl playing on the screen, he was completely content and relaxed. She was big, seriously. She only had a month or so to go, and it showed really. She could barely get around anymore, he usually had to carry her and the babies were kicking like crazy, which she blamed on him. But she always had a smile on his face, always. Which is what made him go out to the cellar with a smile on his own face, not thinking anything can go wrong.

He’s been coming home later and later as the months pass, earning him a questioning look from Rachel and just a shrug as an answer from him. The reason for this is because he’s trying to control himself while he’s changing, control the wolf that’s dying to break out and do something. He wants to work with his wolf, and he’s trying. It takes a lot of work, which is why he ends up coming home so late. Tonight is no exception, him standing in chains and basketball shorts, fitting against the nature of the beast to change into a wolf. But he can’t fight it anymore, he’s exhausted from fighting it. So, he let’s it take control, throwing himself to the ground a little harder than intended, not that he really had a choice. And before he knows it, everything goes black. When he wakes up, he immediately knows something isn’t right. He just feels…off, slowly opening his eyes and taking his surroundings. He’s still in the cellar, so what could it be? When he moves to get up, a sharp pain rips through his shoulder, causing him to let out a small scream since he wasn’t expecting such a pain that quickly. He falls back to the ground and waits a few moments before using his good arm to get him up, pushing off the ground and clutching his arm to his midsection. Dislocated shoulder, definitely. He grabs his shirt and makes a makeshift sling with it, unraveling himself from the chains and grabbing his stuff, making his way towards the house as he tries to ignore the pain he knows will be gone by tomorrow.

What We’ve Been Waiting For || Puckleberry

There were moments in his life that he would never forget, ever. Like the time he got his first guitar, the time his sister was born, when he got his first mohawk, when he joined glee club, when he finally got his shit together with Rachel. All of those things are moments that he wouldn’t be able to forget, all of which are good. Sure, there are bad but he tries not to dwell on those, especially since he’s got so many good things going on in his life right now. Today, he was adding to that list. Today was the day that Rachel and him were going to find out the sex of the sea monkeys. He still calls them that even though they are so much bigger than that now, but he still loves the nickname and it works. It stuck, with both of them, since the beginning, he wasn’t changing it now. But today is the day they’ve been waiting for since Valentine’s Day. Nothing much has happened since then really, besides a full moon. That went as smoothly as it did the previous time, which he was thankful for. Maybe with his father mentality, its helping him get better at it. He still has nightmares here and there, but they aren’t as bad. He’s hoping they stay that way. There is just something about the idea of being a dad and knowing he’s got, not only Rachel, but two kids to look out for now too.

He was in Sarah’s room helping her with some homework when he looked at the clock, realizing that they needed to go soon so they could make it to their doctor’s appointment early, just like Rachel preferred. He presses a kiss to his sister’s forehead before walking out of the room and down the hall towards his and Rachel’s. He knocked once just to warn her that he was coming in, turning the door knob and walking in, closing the door behind him. He noticed Rachel sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to get on the pants she was planning on wearing. He wasn’t going to lie, Rachel was huge. Seriously. Like, way bigger than he thought he would at this point. Maybe its because she’s so tiny, but he still couldn’t believe it. He walked over to her, getting down on his knees in front of her and helping her guide the pants on far enough until she could get them up the rest of the way. He knows she was getting frustrated with the fact she can’t do certain things anymore and that she’s constantly tired or horny. There was no in between for, that was what she hated most. The worst part for him was that he wasn’t home sometimes to help her like he usually does, with either. He slid his hands over the top of her thighs and then up so they were resting on the sides of her belly, leaning up and kissing her. “Ready to go?”

You, Me and Forever || Puckleberry

If you asked anyone, they would automatically tell you that the last person you would want as your valentine would be him. Not even kidding. Well, everyone except Rachel. She’s convinced that he’s the most romantic person in the entire world when he isn’t, he knows he isn’t. He’s not good with the flowers and the dinners and making plans, that’s just not him. And he’s trying to be that guy with actually being that guy, if that makes sense. He wants to do that for her, just in a different way. Tonight he was hoping he could prove that to her, for real. She’s convinced that he has by being there for her and everything with what’s been going on. They’ve got forever, he knows that. But he wants right now to mean something too, and its going to. It already does to him at least, even though it hasn’t even started. But he knows it will go well, it has to. There really aren’t any flaws in his plan, at all. But he’s still nervous as fuck and just wants to go and make this night perfect now. Which is exactly what he’s gonna do.

See, they’ve done all the basic couple-y stuff since they started dating, so that was all out of the question for tonight. And his gift was a little unconventional, at least for her, but she might go for it, who knows. It depends on how she feels about tattoos and needles and all that other good stuff. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and one of his nice button down shirts, throwing everything in the bed of his truck and then getting in the driver’s seat. Rachel was going to be out here any minute, knowing she was always on time for everything so he didn’t have to worry about that. The lake wasn’t that far from here, perfect distance and the perfect place where they can just be alone and eat the little snacks that he made for them while she doing something in the nursery earlier today. As he waited, he was starting to get more and more nervous, not wanting to disappoint her with the way he set things up and the night he had planned for them. It was basically a night for just them, something that they really needed. And he was looking forward to it way more than she will ever know.

Next person to insult my girlfriend, dead.

Seriously, not in the fucking mood. That’s a warning to everyone.

Here We Go Again || Puckleberry

No matter how many times Rachel told him this time he would be okay, there was that little part of him that doubted her. And that was only because of his past history with full moons and transformations. They’re not fun, at all. Could you blame him for doubting her even the tiniest bit? He just really wished there was some way that he didn’t have to do this every month, that this could all just go away. But it couldn’t, and it won’t. Ever. For some reason though, the little smile she had on her face as they stood in his living room before he was about to go get set up made him feel better. She truly believed that he was going to be okay, and that was enough to make him believe her more than he did two seconds ago. There will always be that slight bit of fear that ran through him of the possibilities of what could go wrong, they would never go away. But there was just something about being with Rachel right now, especially with the way she was looking at him, that made him honestly, one hundred percent believe that he will make it through this with just a few scratches and nothing more. It felt good to feel that for once, he wants to feel it more often.

He let his backpack fall from his shoulder to the floor, letting go of it and walking over to her again. It was like the fifteenth time he’s said goodbye to her, only to walk back over to her and do it all over again. It’s just, everything’s different now. Now that he knows she’s pregnant, he knows the atmosphere between them has changed. In a good way. He hugged her for a moment, burying his face in her hair. “I’ll be back in a few hours,” He said to her, promising her pretty much. ‘Cause he knew that no matter what, he was going to come back. It wasn’t just Rachel that he was coming back to anymore, it was the little sea monkey inside her that was theirs. He pulled away and pressed a soft kiss to her lips before bending at his knees to get his backpack. It was on his way up, after he slung it over his shoulder, that he instinctively reached forward and bracketed her hips, pushing up on the fabric of her shirt to expose her stomach. Without a second thought or hesitation, he leaned forward and pressed a light kiss to it. He then stood up, dropping a final kiss to her forehead before turning around and heading for the back door. 

Full Moon Crazy || Puckleberry

Honestly, he just wanted this night to be over and it has barely even started. He just wished it was tomorrow so he didn’t have to do this. He hated full moons, for obvious reasons. They’ve gotten better since his transformation, but it still wasn’t something he enjoyed. And it will probably be something he never will enjoy. That’s just how it is. It wasn’t only that that was bothering him, though. It was lying to Rachel. He’s been doing it all week. And it sucks to look her in the eye and lie to her, it physically hurts. But he doesn’t have a choice, he has to do it. She can’t find out what he is. That would only end in disaster. At one point, he thought she’d figure it out. He wasn’t sure how, but he was thankful when it was just brushed off. He didn’t care that he was being accused of PMS and a bunch of other bullshit, it was better than the truth. It just wasn’t safe for anyone to know what he was. He didn’t want anyone to worry, his mother did enough of that to last a lifetime. And Rachel worries about everything, so he didn’t even want to go there.

So, no. He wasn’t going out of town to pick up a gift for his Ma for Hanukkah. He was actually going into the woods in his backyard, the location of where he would go through his transformation found somewhere near the edge. It was a cellar type thing that has been there for a while, the owners of the house before them had no idea what it was. He was thankful that he did, his mom immediately buying the house even though it was a bit bigger than what they were looking for originally. His mom already knew where he was going, his sister still too young to understand so she was clueless. He kissed them both goodbye before grabbing his backpack and a flashlight and heading out into the woods. He maneuvered himself between the trees, shining his flashlight on the ground to make sure he could see where he was going, in search of the cellar. Once he found it, he descended down the steps and headed inside. This was it.

Modeling || Puckleberry

So, yeah. He totally took what Rachel said the way he wanted it, as an invitation for him to go over there. Her dads weren’t home, how could he not go over there? Plus, she was planning on modeling his sweatshirt for him. Fuck. He really couldn’t miss that. They haven’t seen each other since the other night when they got together, and as much as he wanted to happen that night, it was perfect. Them just sleeping together in his bed, that was fine. But he wanted more and he was hoping that it would happen tonight. Especially with just the thought of her hanging around in just his sweatshirt, hopefully nothing else. If she was wearing anything else, he planned on taking it off. He was surprised he made it through last night without touching her in any way other than holding her.

He pulled into her driveway and threw the car in park, turning it off and getting out. He walked up the pathway to her front door, seeing light through the window of her living room. He could see her sitting on the couch with the TV on, a smile appearing on his face as he just walked right to her front door. He quietly turned the knob and opened it, stepping inside and trying to be as quiet as possible so he could surprise her. He slipped his shoes off and proceeded into the living room. And like she said, she was wearing his sweatshirt. God, this girl was amazing. He came up behind her and clapped his hands over her eyes, smirking at her gasp but leaning down and kissing her before she could say anything, all while keeping his hands over his eyes. “Told you it looked better on you,” He said just before pulling his hands away.