Puck quickly reads the card, thanking Eli for it before opening the wrapped box of guitar picks. He doesn’t even have to take them out of the box to see that they’re the expensive ones that he’d only get every other year during Hanukkah from his mom.
“These are…wow, these are great,” he says in awe. “Thank you. Both of you.”
“You’re welcome,” Eli says crawling back into his lap. “Mama said she has another gift for you but she wouldn’t tell me what it was.”
“Because it’s for later, Eli,” Quinn tells him. “Now, who wants cake?”
“I do,” Puck says with a smirk, looking up at Quinn as she gets the knife out and begins to cut the cake.
“I’ll be looking forward to this present later, though.”
“I made you a card,” Eli says hopping down from his lap. He walks over to his drawer and pulls put a very elaborate birthday card and a small box. “Mama says you need new ‘tar picks for your new job,” he explains handing him the wrapped box and the card.
“You should’ve waited ‘til he opened it, Eli,” Quinn smirks.
“Oh, well, oops,” Eli says with a slight blush and a smirk.
Puck quickly reads the card, thanking Eli for it before opening the wrapped box of guitar picks. He doesn’t even have to take them out of the box to see that they’re the expensive ones that he’d only get every other year during Hanukkah from his mom.
“These are…wow, these are great,” he says in awe. “Thank you. Both of you.”
He shakes his head, getting out of bed and walking with her, over to Eli’s room. He steps in first, however, seeing Eli on his bed, getting ready to go back to sleep.
“Hey, bud,” Puck says, sitting on the bed. “Your momma was right. It is my birthday today. I just don’t like celebrating it all that much sometimes.”
He grabs Eli, wrapping his arms around him and planting a kiss on his cheek. “I smelled cake, though. And I hope you made it instead of your momma, so it’s not poisoned.”
“So, she’s not lying?” Eli asks.
“No, I’m not lying. I promised I’d never lie to you again, babe,” she reminds him, taking a seat across from them.
“Oh, okay,” he says. “Sorry, mom.”
“It’s all right,” she tells him, leaning over to kiss the top of his head.
Eli grins before looking up at his dad. “I made it myself. I put in all the ing…ing…”
“Ingredients?” Quinn prompts with a smile.
“Yeah, that stuff,” he says. “Mama, only mixed it and put it in the oven.”
“Even better,” Puck laughs, placing a kiss on Eli’s forehead. “I know you would never poison me with delicious cake.”
He watches as Quinn gets the cake ready on the table, allowing them to sing happy birthday one more time before Puck leans over and blows out the two candles.
“Do I get presents too? Or was my cake my only present?” Puck asks, bouncing Eli on his leg.
He audibly groans this time, rubbing his side. “She’s trying to confuse you,” he insists. “Mine only happens every four years. Like those special people.”
“Lying’s not nice, mama,” Eli says letting go of the balloons. He crawls out of bed. “Sorry for waking you up, daddy.”
“Eli,” Quinn says, shutting off the camera and tossing it on the bed. “I’m not lying to you,” she says walking over to him.
“You’re a liar,” he says shaking his head and walking out to his room.
“Eli,” she calls again only to wince when she hears the door slam. “Thanks a lot,” she says to Puck before walking out of the room to follow Eli.
He shakes his head, getting out of bed and walking with her, over to Eli’s room. He steps in first, however, seeing Eli on his bed, getting ready to go back to sleep.
“Hey, bud,” Puck says, sitting on the bed. “Your momma was right. It is my birthday today. I just don’t like celebrating it all that much sometimes.”
He grabs Eli, wrapping his arms around him and planting a kiss on his cheek. “I smelled cake, though. And I hope you made it instead of your momma, so it’s not poisoned.”
Oh no, he thinks, hearing the singing. He’s having that nightmare again where Rachel’s snuck into his room and has started signing.
At least, that’s what he thinks it is, until he hears the words and the slightly off key voice. It’s Eli…and he’s singing Happy Birthday, of all things.
Why would he—oh.
“No, it’s not my birthday,” Puck says with a groan, turning over in bed. “It’s someone else’s. Go find them instead.”
“What?” Eli asks, stopping his singing, quirking a brow in confusion. “But mama said it was your birthday. You’re turning ‘wenty-three,” he says. He turns to Quinn. “Mama, did you lie again?”
“No!” Quinn defends herself. “It is your daddy’s birthday,” she tells him. “He’s just being grumpy because he woke him up,” she says, lightly kneeing Puck in the side.
Puck groans a bit, feeling Quinn’s knee in his side. “No, you’re momma’s lying,” Puck says with a small smirk. “My birthday was a year ago. That’s why she’s got it all wrong.”
“Mama! You said you’d never lie to me again,” he pouted, crossing his arms.
“Eli, I’m not lying!” she says eyes wide. “Your dad’s just trying to confuse you,” she says kneeing Puck’s side a little harder. “Remember? Birthdays happen every year!”
He audibly groans this time, rubbing his side. “She’s trying to confuse you,” he insists. “Mine only happens every four years. Like those special people.”
Oh no, he thinks, hearing the singing. He’s having that nightmare again where Rachel’s snuck into his room and has started signing.
At least, that’s what he thinks it is, until he hears the words and the slightly off key voice. It’s Eli…and he’s singing Happy Birthday, of all things.
Why would he—oh.
“No, it’s not my birthday,” Puck says with a groan, turning over in bed. “It’s someone else’s. Go find them instead.”
“What?” Eli asks, stopping his singing, quirking a brow in confusion. “But mama said it was your birthday. You’re turning ‘wenty-three,” he says. He turns to Quinn. “Mama, did you lie again?”
“No!” Quinn defends herself. “It is your daddy’s birthday,” she tells him. “He’s just being grumpy because he woke him up,” she says, lightly kneeing Puck in the side.
Puck groans a bit, feeling Quinn’s knee in his side. “No, you’re momma’s lying,” Puck says with a small smirk. “My birthday was a year ago. That’s why she’s got it all wrong.”
Around 11:50, Quinn gets up out of bed after making sure Puck is completely knocked out. She makes her way to Eli’s room and sees him asleep, smirking to herself before walking over to the bed. She sits on the edge and drops a kiss to his cheek.
“Eli, baby, wake up, it’s time,” she whispers,…
Oh no, he thinks, hearing the singing. He’s having that nightmare again where Rachel’s snuck into his room and has started signing.
At least, that’s what he thinks it is, until he hears the words and the slightly off key voice. It’s Eli…and he’s singing Happy Birthday, of all things.
Why would he—oh.
“No, it’s not my birthday,” Puck says with a groan, turning over in bed. “It’s someone else’s. Go find them instead.”
Don’t be upset.
Well too late, I am. They even want me there for freshman orientation. Ugh, that’s so boring.
Is there a way I can help you cheer up?
I can think of a few things.
I swear. It’s even worse when you’re a teacher.
Even more good news: they’re assigning a co-advisor for Glee club. Who better to do it than the new music teacher.
Can I shoot my foot off now or…what?
Aw, look at you!
No! I don’t want to deal with a bunch of hormonal teenagers.
Don’t be upset.
Well too late, I am. They even want me there for freshman orientation. Ugh, that’s so boring.
I swear. It’s even worse when you’re a teacher.
Even more good news: they’re assigning a co-advisor for Glee club. Who better to do it than the new music teacher.
Can I shoot my foot off now or…what?
Aw, look at you!
No! I don’t want to deal with a bunch of hormonal teenagers.
