fandomhighdorms | 6th Floor Common Room [Sunday evening]

So, okay, it wasn't like Puck was Mr. Party Planner, ever. But Quinn had had a birthday and it wasn't like he was going to let anyone forget that just because some people were graduating or whatever.

So, Sunday eveningish, when he sort of figured most people had gotten rid of their parents or grandmas or whatever they had brought to the island, he'd set up the 6th floor common room for Quinn's party. He hadn't gotten streamers or anything, but he had gotten a banner that read 'HAPPY 17TH QUINN', which he'd hung across one of the walls. There was also a cake, which he hoped she'd like, but he had no idea because it wasn't like Puck was an expert on girl cakes. Or cakes in general, except in the way of knowing when they tasted awesome.

And there was a ball pit, too, which he figured instant entertainment, and plenty of food other than the cake, and a table for presents. Puck was resisting the urge to stand near it, threatening, and imply that he would beat people up if they didn't leave something. He was growing, this way.

[and since I did not realize that this party is in absentia thanks to new arrivals, we shall be handwaving the eventual presence of the delightful Ms. Fabray. :D]

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"Heathen," he accused and he was going to let himself fall back and pull her with him now.

Which meant she was going to yelp as she was yanked into the pit. Luckily the yelp dissolved into serious laughter as she fell through the brightly colored balls.

He snorted and yes, now he was going to push a pile of balls in her direction and she could just tell people a puppy buried her in balls then.

She couldn't quit laughing long enough to get up and the balls seemed to just keep piling on top of her. "Stop! I can't breathe!" She could breathe just fine.

"Liar," he scrambled to his feet before reaching for her hand to tug her up.

She was too busy laughing to breathe normally, but she gripped his hand and let him pull her up. "It's not a lie! I was going to inhale a...okay I cannot say that without laughing more!"

And now he was snorting despite trying his best not to and he pulled her towards the side. "No turning the ball pit into a dirty place."

"Like it's not teeming with filth already," she told him, allowing herself to be tugged through the balls. "I wonder if they've ever cleaned this..."

"Don't make me dunk you so you can find out," he warned, squeezing her hand and wondering what he was going to do with her.

"You so would not," she said, eyes widening at him, her pupils blown out with alcohol and her cheeks all red. "You're not that mean."

"Only because I'm not sure you'll manage getting out again," he said as he reached out to brush her hair behind her ear.

"I am far more capable than you think," she corrected him. "But I'm not gonna argue 'cause I don't want to end up back in there now that I'm thinking about all the grossness that could be in there."

"Yeah, I don't think I want to know how capable you are when you're drunk," he said dryly.

Caroline leaned her head back to look up at him curiously. "I'm not--oh you're mad. Why are you mad?"

"I'm not," he sighed. He was more annoyed, and maybe a little mad. He reached for her so he could try to lift her and get her on the edge of the pit. "Why are you drunk?"

She batted his hands away and climbed out without help to sit next to her shoes, since he was totally mad and sighing at her. "I'm not drunk, I was having fun at the party."

"Yeah, I saw," he grumbled and rubbed a hand through his hair.

Caroline eyed him carefully. "So what's it matter?"

Another sigh and he moved closer, bracing a hand beside her on the edge of the ball pit. "The last time I saw you like this, you were a mess and avoiding things. So I don't know... Did I mess up telling?"

Which, if he was going to be honest, was just one of the things that bugged him here.

It was cute how he cared, though Caroline would point out that she was not a mess at present were she doing more than reaching out to give his collar a tug. "Do I look like I'm avoiding you? Then no! So we're good, yeah?"

He nodded and his fingers subtly brushed her hip. "Better not be," he murmured.

She heard that and her ears prickled. "Or what?"

He met her eyes and a slow smile curved his lips as he shifted closer, leaning slightly against her knees. "I might have to dunk you anyway."

Oh, that was pure shock on her face as she tried to get a stronger grip on his collar. "Nonono! You so do not even want to know the horror that will befall you if you dump in that pit!"