Authors note: Hi there! Well, I don't usually write Fan Fics (I write mainly creative short stories and poetry.) But, after becoming a fan of Glee, and being hooked on P/Q, I decided to give it a go, Mainly because of P/Q's amazing chemistry/ Angst, they got a lot going for them. So, my first fan fiction goes to them 3
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Glee, Puck, Quinn, U2 & there song "Mysterious ways" ! Though, I wish I owned glee, so we would be getting some hot P/Q action! ;)
First rain drop.
A gentle tear escaped from her eye. Swelled her vision, tugged in her long lashes, and escaped like dreaded rain from the corner of her eyes.
She was strong. At least she thought she was.
Quinn Fabray, head cheerleader, president of the celibacy club, and girlfriend of Finn Hudson, the quarterback, was strong.
She sat inside her car. Eyes shut, listening to the ongoing sound of raindrops falling on the roof of her car, falling every where, in the back of her mind, relaxing her, like sublime music, giving her soul rhythm, settling peace.
She loved the sound of the rain as a kid. She loved the feeling of the rain on her skin, it cleansed her, and made her mind at ease.
She needed the sound of the rain at times like these, at times when her life seemed less then perfect. When everything seemed like a blur. When everything was falling apart.
All because of one night… As she sat in her car, hands pressed soft against her belly. Listening to the sound of the rain. It all felt like Déjà vu…
3 months ago…
"Quinn, there is nothing going on with me and Rachel" Finn hissed, his arms at the side of Quinn, as she leaned against her locker, "You can quit this little game of yours." He pressed his lips together, in anguish.
She shrugged, "what game, Finn?" She was clever and just as stubborn, she saw the way Rachel stared at her boyfriend, and what was worse, she saw the way he stared at her. She had to stop whatever was going on, she had to stop this little fling, that could tear down her reputation, what would everyone think if Finn left Quinn for Rachel. It would destroy her. The Quarterback leaving Quinn, the head cheerleader, for Rachel berry, the school freak, Glee member, who was the subject of all jokes? That would make Quinn a joke. It would make her a failure. Loosing her boyfriend to Rachel. She cringed.
So she joined Glee club. As much as she didn't want too. She joined it, to keep an eye on Finn, to keep Finn, and to make everything the way it should be, and if that meant destroying this little Glee club on the way, so be it.
Her reputation was at risk.
"I'm not playing any game. I am just being a good girlfriend and supporting you. Glee makes you happy, I can see it, so why not do it together?" She smiled, rubbed his shoulder, and won him over. She was good at this.
So, Finn and Rachel performed most of the songs together. Mr. Shue liked it that way.
Quinn was always in the background, blurred in the background, and Rachel took center stage in every performance.
It was a small group. Filled with outcasts, the unpopular people, the people who liked to perform, the people who had slushies threw in their faces everyday.
She didn't know most of there names. Maybe because she couldn't care less. She was here for a mission, not here to make friends with these people who were so beneath her.
Her, Santana & Brittany should have been the stars. Mainly because they were the cheerleaders, and they could give some recognition to the humiliating singing club. But, no, Mr. Shue saw something in Rachael; saw something he valued more then any of the cheerleaders.
He saw something in Finn too. Which is why, Finn and Rachel are holding each other, center stage, staring at each other, singing words of affection.
She stood in the background. Humming, and following the words that echoed the stage, piercing her eyes at Rachel, as if she was her predator, ready to attack.
Yet, she stood there, defenseless.
Damn her.
She left, purposely. Oh, how she hated Glee club. Detested it, despised it. Every little thing about it made her blood pressure increase.
She abjured the Glee club, but tolerated it for many reasons. But she couldn't stand in the background, watching everything she feared being displayed in front of her like a show she was forced to watch.
She stood outside the schools parking lot, under the warmth of Ohio's sunshine, feeling bewildered, and conscious.
Was she not good enough anymore? Not even for a slice of happiness. Nothing made her smile, and she came into realization that it wasn't Finn, Rachel or the pathetic glee club. It was her. It was her pride.
She wanted her life to be perfect, like how it is in movies. She wanted the good boyfriend, the nice guy, who was genially liked, and star of the football team, she wanted to make her parents proud, which was why she was the head of the celibacy club, she was a good Christian, she prayed, never devoured into temptation, she was the head cheerleader.
She ran 5 laps everyday, maintained in good shape, she kept everything in control. But now, she was pushed to the background. She was meant to be the star of this perfect movie, to this perfect dream, yet she was enervated.
"Quinn…" A deep sound said from behind her, she turned around, Noah Puckerman. "Puck." She said, caught of guard. "What do you want?" She said, lifting her eyebrows, confused. He never approached her, maybe because he once dated her best friend, Santana Lopez, and she dated his best friend. Though, things ended with him and Santana. "I don't want to be in the celibacy club anymore… I got better things to do Wednesdays after school." She could think of a lot of things he would rather do then to listen to Quinn talk about how important it is to remain pure.
She frowned.
"Okay…" She had to find someone else to pair Santana up with now that pucks out. "Okay." He repeated, he turned to walk away, paused for a second, then turned back around to face Quinn, "How's Finn?"
She shrugged. He was the last name she wanted to hear right now.
"I don't know, why don't you ask him, his your best friend." Quinn retaliated.
"I don't see him that much, he barely shows up for foot ball practice after he joined homo explosion." He said, referring to Glee club. "And now I hear you've joined it too." He said as he rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, well, I'm just a good girlfriend."
He smirked, and for a second, her heart missed a beat. She almost forgot how his smile struck her cords. A hint of mischief in his smile that made her inside's swell. That was Puck's appeal. His attraction. The way he made a girl feel by just one look.
He was her first kiss. She remembered clearly. She was 14, him, 15. Summer camp. It was a dare. A quick dare, she was hesitant at first, but then gave in, he pressed his lips to hers, she moved back, holding hands. She shivered, and then smiled. Let go of his hand, and they both laughed it off.
She always wondered why he never tried anything with her, he'd been with most cheerleaders, but he never tried anything with her. He stared, she stared back. But he never tried getting with her.
When her and Finn first became an item, Puck ignored her completely; he no longer greeted her, stared at her, never asked for help with his math work.
"I'll see you around." He finally said, after a long thoughtful stare, he walked away, leaving her and her thoughts.
Sue Sylvester made a comment after cheerleading practice. "I can't have my cheerleaders looking like are heading to fat camp. This routine is not hard. Get it together"
Although Sue always made exaggerated comments toward the cheerio's, she took it as constructive criticism, but she knew she should have been looking out for her calorie intake.
She felt bloated.
It was like Sue to say something like that once she catched an inch of insecurity in your eyes. They all rolled their eyes, Sue has said that to almost all the cheerleaders, but now it was her turn.
How long could she hold everything together, and not be weak? Damn it, she was weak.
She ran through the school halls, passed Finn, and didn't even stop, he called her name out, and ran right passed him. As if seeing him, would just make her want to punch a wall.
She ran to her car, got in, pressed her hands on the steering wheel, and rested her head as if the wheel was her pillow. These tears had a life of their own, she tried her best not to let them fall, but they fell, Uncontrollably.
She stayed in her car for a while, actually, longer then a while.
She heard a knock, it startled her, ignored the knock, then heard it again, and then again. She just wanted to be left alone.
"Quinn!" It was Puck. Great. Now, he saw her cry. She felt weaker. She ignored him, tried to stop sobbing, and for a while she hoped that Puck had left by now, she turned her head, and he was still there. This is the worst week ever.
She opened her car window; she wanted to get this over with, since she knew he wouldn't leave her alone.
"What do you want, Puck?" She places her hand to her neck, her throat burning just a little, "To know that you are okay. You stormed of in the hall way, are you okay?" He said, as if he was concerned, "Why do you care?"
He didn't say anything; she was being as cold as ice, dear little ice queen.
"Okay… I get it. I'm a jerk, why do I care? I don't know, I just do."
She froze; his words murmured in her mind, he cared. Barely…
"Now, tell me why you're upset." He asked.
"I don't want to talk about it."
He didn't argue. He didn't say a word. He obliged.
Yet, his words were all she heard, over and over again.
Silence. She kept her eyes on her lap, where her hands rested. She just noticed that her hands were shaking. He made her a little nervous.
The first drop of rain fell. So soft, followed by more drops, the sky poured down, poured down on Puck.
Before she could start her car engine, Puck spoke, "Let me drive you home." He was soaking wet. She thought about it, it was a risk, to let Puck drive her, but maybe what she needed right now in her life was a risk, to let her guard down.
She didn't answer, but her answer was already somehow understood in her eyes, she got out of her car, jammed her car keys in her bag, and ran in the rain with nothing but her cheer leading outfit on, and ran with Puck to his car.
He always dreaded the tears of a women, maybe because he grew up most of his life watching his mother cry.
He came from a broken home, in a way, he had to learn to grow up fast, to support his mother and his little sister. He had to be the man of the house, and yet he was failing in all aspects.
Watching Quinn cry, struck a cord. He didn't know why, but it struck something within him. She was silent now, quite, no longer in a rapture of tears.
He offered to drive her home, because he wanted to know she would be alright, he didn't want to leave her the way he had saw her, he wanted to be certain that everything was alright, and now that she seemed peaceful in his car, he could breathe.
"Don't take me home." She turned to meet his gaze. He was confused.
"Where do you want me to drop you of then?" He asked, she shrug her shoulders, her hair still wet from the rain, escalating around her face, she smelled like the rain: pure.
He could see the desperation in her eyes, she didn't want to home.
"Where did you want to go?" He asked,
"Anywhere…"
"Where exactly is anywhere?"
She bit her lip. "Anywhere…"
He didn't understand where "anywhere" was located, but he did understand that she needed to go some place to think, so he took her to his place, to his garage, mainly because whenever he needed time to think, he would go there, and think everything through, it was a small garage, had a little couch with a T.V, his guitar, and a small fridge. He considered it his room, since he spent most of his time there.
She sat on the couch, pressed her hands to her lap. "Thanks, puck."
He smiled at her.
Her eyes wondered, as she observed her surroundings, taking into acknowledgment that she was here, alone, with puck, in his garage, of all places.
She turned her head to look at him, his presence, and appearance, everything about him imprinted with memories of her childhood.
She was 6, he was 7, he thought she had cooties. He teased her for being a girl; she teased him for being a boy. Oh, a bad boy. Oh, a sensitive girl.
He would steal her dolls; she would hide his bike after school.
They would call each other names. He made her cry. She made him cringe.
He was 15, she was 14, he noticed the beauty he had never seen before, she would be shy around him.
He was her first kiss. Her first taste. The first time her heart missed a beat. But, he didn't even notice her. She would stay late after football practice, in her cheer leading uniform, he would pass by. She was just a sensitive girl. She gave up on him.
He is 17, she is 16, she gave up on him, is dating his best friend. Searching her way through life captain of the cheerio's, president of the celibacy club, living to expectation and for once taking a risk.
It felt right being here with him, though. Maybe she hadn't gave up entirely.
After a moment of silence, he moved closer to her, "Are you feeling any better?" He asked, why does he care? She thought.
She shrugged her delicate shoulders, steadying her posture. She was the epitome of an ice queen.
"I've had better days." She rolled her eyes, her eyes reflecting the raw feeling of her soul. "I can see that." He said.
She met his eyes.
"See what?" She asked passively.
"That you've had better days. I've never seen you upset before."
He had no idea.
Awkwardness filled the sky, like a foggy morning, blurring any remains of view.
He coughed. She bit her bottom lip. Caught in a awkward frenzy.
"You want a drink?" He offered, trying to loosen up their conversation, trying to make her at ease.
"Sure."
"What would you like?" He asked, turning to get her a drink, "Anything, just give me anything that makes me forget about everything."
He smiled, "I'm not giving you anything that makes you forget everything. But, I got some wine coolers, close enough…"
She smiled, as he passed her a bottle, she wasn't even going to ask how he got access to wine coolers, he was only barely seventeen.
He noticed she only took one sip, then put it down. He noticed her tremble every time he looked at her. He noticed every small detail.
Quinn Fabray. His untouchable, sensitive ice queen.
"I didn't know you played guitar." She said, smiling, noticing the guitar on the left side of the room, "Since when did Puck play music!"
He smiled, laughed a little, embarrassment darkening his cheeks. Sipped his drink, feeling the cool sensation run down his throat, "For a while." He murmured so refinery, she barely heard.
"Play me a song!" She demanded, "Are you kidding me?"
"Please, puck?" She pouted, unable to resist her charm; he picked up his acoustic guitar, his fingers sorting through the strings, getting lost in the rhythm, finding his voice, his rough edge sorting out her stare, as she closed her eyes, not only hearing him making music, but feeling it, too.
~She's slipping
You're sliding down ~
His voice, sublime, deep, projected in sentiments, as he sang, she felt the tremble once again, he held his guitar, envious, as she wanted him to hold her, press his fingers against her hair, fold into her depths, and make music together.
She should stop with these thoughts, but she couldn't handle it.
~It's all right, it's all right, all right
She moves in mysterious ways
It's all right, it's all right, all right
She moves in mysterious ways
O-o-oh~
A U2, "mysterious ways" acoustic version, he sang to her, and she was the first person he sang too. He would always, hide up here in his room, singing only to himself, he wouldn't play in front of anyone else. Maybe he thought singing was for suckers. Maybe he thought performing was all too much. But he liked the way it made him feel inside, he loved the way Quinn looked at him.
~ She moves in mysterious ways. ~
Yeah, Quinn did move in mysterious ways, and as she smiled, he felt light inside. He felt light inside whenever Quinn smiled, from the time he saw at kindergarten, till now, as he looked at her, eyes shut, she smiled. To him, for him.
He didn't know why, or how, but Quinn was always something he viewed as unobtainable, something he couldn't have. He couldn't make her happy, not as Finn would, maybe that's why he always walked pass her whenever he had his chance- before Finn ever came into the picture, they had both created a picture, that they had belonged together, though he left the picture, and she moved on, falsely thinking he didn't want her.
But right now, seeing her smile- He could make her happy.
Maybe that's all he wanted- to see Quinn Fabray happy.
~She's the way - She turns the tide
She sees a man, inside the child
Yeah ~
He stopped, putting his guitar away, and faced Quinn. Her eyes unable to look away from him, neither did his. Why did something that felt so good, feel so wrong?
She wasn't his. He knew that. But, his motives were released by one glimpse of the spark in her eyes. He couldn't ignore her any longer.
"That was beautiful." She said, almost breathless.
You're beautiful. He wanted to say.
"I didn't know you were this good." She said, one again, making him feel good, feel confident. "You know if Santana heard this…" She paused,
Santana and him were together for a little fun, for a little high school fun. She was a hot cheerleader, and that's all he saw in her.
"You would both still be together…" She continued,
No, he was a risk for her; he was a risk for every girl. His future is unclear, his motives aren't always the best, yeah, and he had the looks, the appeal of a bad boy. But, that wasn't going to make a girl feel secure. Most teenage girls wanted a clear future, a guy like puck, didn't have a clear future.
"I don't care about Santana… or any high school girl for that matter."
She blinked.
"I'm a school girl." She pushed her hair back. He did care, he had to care, he saw her cry, and he couldn't turn away.
"I know that." There eyes met, intense, she could feel the tension racing through her veins, and they connected their stare.
"I'm just a school girl… yeah?" She asked,
"You're…" He hesitated, "You're Quinn."
"And you're puck." She smiled, so gently, the room radiated with the warmth she realized through her smile, so gently it touched him in a forbidden place.
She stood, moving closer to him, placed her finger on his guitar, swiping the lithe dust.
He breathed, so did she, they breathed for fresh air, only to find them self lost in each other's intoxicating scent, she looked at him. He would laugh at her if she were looking at him like this when they were six years old, but they were sixteen/seventeen, and he knew what she wanted.
He steadied himself. This was Quinn Fabray.
To be continued…