Days With Puck Greene.

Clark Kent

Noah

Puck stares at my dead phone for a minute before numbly passing it back to me. She still hadn't exploded, but I was waiting for it. Puck was never quiet for long when she was pissed.

"So what do we do now?" I ask resting my head back against the very locked door and eyeing her thick silver lighter that she was nervously flicking on and off.

I wonder if she actually smoked. She saw me looking at it and flicked it closed before tucking it back into her pocket.

"Get something to keep warm in. There's supposed to be a snow storm and I know Principle Turke doesn't heat this building over the weekend," Puck says.

Principle Turke always was a cheap bastard.

She looked down at her jeans and tee shirt that said, "This shirt is made of girlfriend material."

"Looks more like cotton to me," I remark.

She gives me a look I would classify as 'unamused'. Puck gets up and stalks off down the hall. "where you going!?" I jump up and chase after the quick little imp. I walk next to her and notice her head barely reaches my shoulder.

Its funny you don't notice how small she is when she's snarling at you, but moments like this is when she's quietly biting her lip deep in thought when I realize how delicate she really is.

Puck pulls a bobby pin out of her hair and picks the lock on the nurses office and grabs spare blankets and checks the emergency phone. Its dead.

Gee good thing they stocked up on those.

I find flashlights and am about to turn one on when I hear a crash and Pucks unladylike cursing. "Puck?" I click on the flashlight to see she is sitting on the floor grasping her ankling and hissing.

"I think its sprained." she says.

"Try to get up," I tell her moving closer and holding out my hand.

She ignores it and tries to get up only to stumbling cussing. I steady her by putting my arm around her back and pressing her to me.

She's soft and sinks into me. As if realizing what she did Puck presses her palm into me and says, "I can do it on my own Strauss!"

"No you can't Puck. It's sprained. Let me help." I locked an arm under her knees and scoop her up.

"Gee thanks Clark Kent." she says sneers sarcastically.

"Anytime Lois Lane," I wiggle my eyebrows at her and she narrows her eyes.

"You didn't."

"But alas ma'am, I did." I see a genuine smile come to Pucks face and for the first time its directed at me.

I do feel kinda like Superman when she's smiling at me like that.

I cradle Puck with one arm and she laces her fingers behind my neck. I scoop up the blankets and have her hold them as I place both hands under her to support her weight.

I carry her to the library and set her down long enough for her to pick the lock, but use her bad foot as an excuse to press my body to hers. Her hair smells so good. And her body fits against mine perfectly.

She hitches a breath when I'm pressed against her completely but she ignores me and focuses on her task.

I set her on the couch and slip off her shoes for her. "How's your ankle?" I look at it. It's pretty swollen.

"It's not so bad," she says. She's lying. Sprains can be even worse than breaks.

"I'll go get you an ice pack." I start to leave when I hear her quiet voice.

"Noah?" she whispers.

"What Puck?" I whisper back.

"Please don't go. I'm- I don't like to be alone." I see her alone all the time, but there's something different about this kind of being alone.

"Sure thing Princess." I move onto the couch and grab my gym bag.

"Do you have a spare toothbrush or hair brush?" She asks.

I nod grabbing my traveling kit for away games and hand her a hair brush, large tee shirt,tooth brush and toothpaste.

She cradles them and let's me carry her to the bathroom.

I wait while she changes and see that the teeshirt goes all the way to the tops of her thighs. Puck looks good all the time. But I must admit she looks best in my shirt. Her legs are toned and soft looking. I can feel how smooth her legs are when I carry her back. I brush a finger across the side of her thigh and notice her cheeks flush pink.

Interesting.

With her face washed I can see the dark circles under Pucks eyes and how pale she is. She looks almost sickly. She yawns and curls up in the couch instantly falling asleep.

What could make a girl that tired?

I had just played an amazing game, but I felt energized. Ready for anything.

I study Puck for a long time. Her hair fans out around her some strands are in her face. She sleeps with her mouth slightly agape and makes soft breathing sounds. Her arms are stretched out above her and her legs cross at the ankle. It's like all the fight went out of her as soon as she fell asleep and now I can see this peaceful angel left in her place.

She's looks vulnerable.

I sigh. Why am I so hung up on her? I'm not going to pretend I don't have a thing for Puck. What I don't understand is why her?

Her body tenses, and suddenly she screams this toe curling scream. I'll never forget the sound as long as I live.