puck and quinn at the prom

anonymous asked:

Something that makes me so mad about Puck is what he did on Born This Way. Like, I can undestand he wanting to help his current girlfriend to win prom queen, but he helped her expose a painful secret about the person that he claimed to love less than a year before to ruin her dream to become prom queen. This would be unforgivable to me.

Honestly, nothing Puck ever did regarding Quinn ever surprised me, because he does not respect her as a human being. If he did, he never would have fed her alcohol until she agreed to sleep with him. Even when they get together in S5, when he is supposedly all grown up and mature and wonderful, how does he ‘win her over’? With an ultimatum.

Pro-tip: If someone ever gives you an ultimatum, i.e. do this or I’m leaving, LET THAT BITCH WALK AWAY. You are too good for that shit, and guess what? That’s the kind of thing that leads to a pattern.

Puck will probably use it over and over and over again, because he knows it works.

And what do we call this again, kids, when someone threatens to leave you every time you behave in a way they don’t like? Emotional abuse.

In sum, Puck is the worst.

Originally posted by paraelwhatsapp

I hate how they always villainized Quinn and didn’t get a proper opportunity to redeem her. They made her the HBIC, a Prom Queen wannabe obsessed with popularity, a crazy lady obsessed with stealing a baby she herself gave up, and so forth. They redeemed other villains like Santana, Puck and even Karofsky and Sebastian, so why couldn’t they have made Quinn redeem herself completely?

What’s Best For You

It had been a long week. Quinn had been at work from seven to seven, almost every day. It was a hectic week at the magazine, trying to release the February edition, which was full of Valentine’s Day and early prom guides, and just so many celebrities. So when she got to 6pm on Thursday, she was exhausted. She didn’t want to cook dinner, and didn’t really want a repeat of yesterday, where she’d had gummies and rice crackers for dinner at 8pm. 

A short text conversation, had her off her own dinner duty. Puck had offered to cook or buy dinner. She was thrilled. Well, she was mostly exhausted, stressed and hungry, so not in the best of moods. She climbed out of the taxi at six thirty, climbing up to his apartment and letting herself in. She was in a mid thigh floral dress and black heels, long jacket wrapped around her and hair straightened. But it was starting to go frizzy and her makeup was smudging around her eyes, revealing dark bags. She dropped her handbag, sighing. “Puck?”