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Still high on the Sectionals win, Puck was in a great mood the next day when he strolled into Shelby’s apartment building. Their little fight was in the past now, and he was ready to look to the future... though if that future happened to hold some awesome make-up sex then who was he to argue?

Whistling “Man in the Mirror” as he took the stairs two at a time, he stopped just outside her door to smooth back his mohawk and hide the bouquet of flowers he’d gotten her (possibly by illegally picking them from someone’s garden on the way) behind his back, he raised his hand and knocked. Even the knocking sounded jaunty.

Today was his day, he could just feel it. Everything was finally looking up, and there was nothing that could bring him down.

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