Word count: 322
Disclaimer: Glee and Buffy the Vampire Slayer do not belong to me. No money is being made from this.
Info: Puck didn't go to LA after graduation. Instead he went to Cleveland. Sequel to the story; 'From Start'.
Spike looked over at the girls as they traipsed into the house right at curfew. Most of them were giggling and reeked of frou-frou coffees that humans were so fond of these days. All that giggling and not one ounce of alcohol was in their systems. It was disturbing to say the least.
Xander came up behind him; a puzzled expression on his face. “What's up?”
“Something’s going on with the minis.”
Xander looked closer at the girls as they spread out; some going into the kitchen to help with dinner clean up, some heading upstairs. The oldest girls were gearing up for patrol with their Senior Slayer, Shannon. “Nothing looks up.”
“They're girls Spike. Girls giggle.”
Spike shot his lover a glare over his shoulder. “Reckon they've scoped out some new eye candy somewhere.”
“Only the hottest eye candy in Cleveland.”
They looked toward Andrew, who had just come in the door, some sort of espresso in his hand. “Thinking highly of yourself aren't you, Andy?”
“Don't call me that. And I didn't mean me...you know how Giles used to sing at the Espresso Pump?”
Xander nodded. “I remember, the night I found out sort of blew my brain a bit.”
“Well there's this guy that works at the barista on the Cuyahoga Community College campus. He's very nicely built, not a body builder...but he's nice on the eyes and has a Mohawk.”
“And he can sing!” Several giggling voices added.
“Should we be worried?” Xander asked. “And how old is this guy?”
Shannon grinned as she slipped a few extra stakes into her jacket. “Not old, probably just got out of high school or something. His name is Noah Puckerman.”
“Huh. Jewish then?”
Spike leaned back against Xander. “What're you thinking luv?”
“Anyone ever tell you that you have the protective instincts of a mother bear?”
Xander nipped at his neck. “You can't tell me you're not curious.”
“Course I am. I'm just less obvious about it.”