Author's Note: I HAVE TOO MANY STORIES! It's like some kind of obsession I have lmfao! But I really wanted to write this anyway. It contains the Glee kids in college, no Beth. Puck and Quinn story, obviously. You know me! xP
Summary: Quinn and Puck reunite at a college party and things take off from there.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, but how I wish I did.
Quinn sat on her red couch reading Macbeth by Shakespeare for her English class at Cleveland State University. She was a college freshman living with Santana and Brittany in an on-campus three bedroom townhouse, splitting the rent between them all. She had a very busy schedule maintaining a 4.0 GPA, majoring in English, earning a role on her college cheerleading team, dance team, and chorus, and working her ass off at two jobs during the summer to make the money she had during the school year. She worked hard to make sure she was going in the right direction in life, and so far it was paying off pretty well.
Santana walked down the hardwood stairs and grabbed her coat off the couch-chair, Brittany following behind her. "Where are you guys going?" Quinn asked, looking up from her book to pay attention to them as they headed for the door.
"Jacob's party," Santana answered. "I heard it's gonna be a huge."
"But we have to read up to Act 4 in Macbeth by Monday."
Santana rolled her eyes. "Quinn, stop being such a book worm and have a little fun for once in your life."
"I have fun!...sometimes."
"See? That's your problem. While you work, me and Britt are gonna have a good time."
"Whatever, but when you fail the quiz on Monday don't come crying to me to try to trick Mrs. Macaby in saying you went to the hospital due to a venomous spider bite," Quinn retorted, grabbing her book and lying back on the couch, reading the last paragraph.
"Hey, that worked like a charm. She loves you so she believes every word you say! And I got a makeup quiz," Santana smirked. "Anyway, I'm meeting Noah there, I gotta go."
This caught Quinn's attention immediately as she looked up from the play. "Noah? Noah…as in Puckerman?"
"Yea. We still keep in touch. He's in town from Salt Lake and when I told him about the wild party he had to come."
"Oh. It still amazes me he had the grades to get out of here and head to Utah University. He always talked about how he did so badly."
"That's just Noah. All talk."
"Yea, I know about him too Santana," Quinn responded. I had a baby with him, she thought.
"Ok, well, we're off. See ya!" Santana shouted, opening the door and exiting.
"Wouldn't wanna be ya," Brittany said lightly as she was pulled out of the house and the door was slammed on a now lonely Quinn inside their two leveled townhouse all alone.
"Don't have fun, huh?" Quinn mimicked, talking to herself. "We'll see about that." She dropped her book on the coffee table, getting up from the couch and jogging up the stairs and into the first bedroom on the left. She opened the door to a very neat and organized room. As you walk in, you see a black and white portrait of Marilyn Monroe on the opposite wall next to the window. The walls were painted a light purple color, with a picture of a white lily above her bedframe. She had a white vanity with a white stool and a purple cushion on top. Her king sized bed had a small silver headboard that just reached the size of her pillows. The decorative pillows were the same color as her wall and comforter, while the pillows she slept on and the sheets were white. She had a huge purple rug under her bed and white side tables while the rest of the carpet was white as well. To finish it off, she had purple curtains that opened to a beautiful sunshine when she woke up in the morning and a small silver chandelier on the ceiling.
She walked to her closet, opening the both doors to look at her dresses and shoes. She finally settled on a black dress that reached right above her knees with a small red strip in the middle of her waist. The dress had a couple buttons down the middle until it reached the red strap then fell naturally. She straightened her blonde hair and let her small side bangs that swept to the side move naturally with the rest of her hair. After doing her makeup, she threw on a pair of black, closed toed 4-inch heels. She decided to leave her purse at home for safety purposes if she was headed to a crazy party and left the house, getting in the car and driving to Jacob's place (which was also on campus).
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Quinn heard a "Wooooo!" as she exited her car and put it in park, seeing a couple of idiots on the lawn looking like they had too many beers.
"Hey, it's Quinn FA-BRAY!" one of them yelled.
"Oooo, hottie of the decade," another one smirked. "Whenever you're ready to take me on, mama I'd love to fuck you!"
"In your dreams," she rolled her eyes, entering the insane house party. She saw a flood of people dancing while "Zoosk Girl" by Flo Rida blasted through the entire place. She began squishing through people saying, "Excuse me. Sorry" over and over until she finally saw Brittany flirting with a guy. "Brittany!" she yelled over the music, walking over to her.
"Oh, hi Quinn! Oh my god, you actually came. I thought you had to read Making Beth," she smiled, excited to see her friend. She took Quinn's hands and grinned eagerly. "I was kind of excited when I heard you wanted another baby. Now I can have a niece."
"What! Brittany, I'm reading Macbeth. Not 'Making Beth'. It's Shakespeare."
"Wait, so are you naming your baby Macbeth or Shakespeare?"
Quinn rolled her eyes, wondering how her friend even made it into college. "Forget it. Look, where's Santana? I need to prove her wrong."
"She's over there, flirting with some girl," Brittany said, pointing into a corner where Santana was getting close to a brunette. Santana had already figured out her true sexuality in her junior year of high school, coming out her senior year and attending college announcing she was gay to anyone who asked, so it was no surprise to anyone to see her flirting with someone of the same sex.
"Thanks," Quinn said quickly, walking over to her. She tapped her on the shoulder and, making sure her voice was audible over the music, pronounced, "Hey!"
Santana turned around and smiled. "Oh my god! You made it! For once. Quinn, this is Audrey." Santana introduced her to the brunette.
"Hi Audrey, nice to meet you," she flashed a smile shaking her hand. She turned to look back at Santana. "I hope you're sober enough for Audrey."
Audrey laughed and shook her hand in the air. "It's cool, Santana's surprisingly responsible tonight."
"Only cuz this party's so much lamer than I thought it would be," Santana rolled her eyes.
Quinn looked around at what looked like almost 400 people and said, "Yea…I'm gonna go get something to drink." She left her friend and walked over to the punch bowl, pouring a glass for herself into a paper cup before turning around and spilling it on a guy who accidentally walked into her. She gasped and grabbed a napkin beginning to wipe it off, not paying attention to his face. "I'm so sorry!" she apologized.
The man chuckled. "It's cool Quinn."
Quinn looked up, shocked the man seemed to know her name, and saw the eyes of her former love, Noah Puckerman, referred to in high school as Puck. Puck and her began their love connection when he impregnated her in their sophomore year at William McKinley High School. Once they got to know each other, they realized their feelings, which were soon pushed behind in their junior year, Quinn trying to forget about what happened the past year to her and Puck knowing he'd have to leave her alone for a year, to him it was the least he could do for her. They had a connection in their senior year again, dating for the second semester before deciding they both needed to see other people instead of keeping a long distance relationship when they went to college. It was Quinn's idea, but the truth was she really wanted to stay with him. She just was afraid of getting hurt again, even though what she did hurt her a lot. Little did she know, it hurt Puck even more.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Noah Puckerman," Quinn chuckled. "I heard you might've been making a reappearing act today."
"Oh, did you? Yea, just so happens I was in the neighborhood, saw this wild party and figured, aye, why not?" he joked.
"Still a comedian with no audience I see," she smiled.
"Ooo that hurt Quinn. That really hurt."
She laughed and hit his arm lightly, strangely feeling more comfortable around him then she thought she would. "Seriously, what are you doing in Cleveland? I'd at least think you'd be visiting your family in Lima."
"Well, I was, but Santana insisted I drive and stay up here for the weekend."
"How'd you get the week off school?"
"Only two days. I had to complete all my assignments early, but it'll totally be worth it. Two days with my parents, and two at you guys's place."
"You're staying at our place?" Quinn asked shockingly.
"Santana's orders. Apparently she assigned me to Bedroom de Fabray."
"Haha, you're hilarious."
Puck just laughed lightly pretending to know it was a joke, but the truth was it was more like a request. He missed Quinn a lot. In fact, he was still in love with Quinn. He slept with a couple girls back at U of U, looking for what he had with Quinn, but it still never felt the same. When Santana offered him to stay for the weekend, he picture it as the perfect opportunity to win back the only girl he ever loved.
"You look great," he smiled, checking her out. "Your hair grew back again. I'm glad."
Quinn blushed. "Yea, you two. Still got that Mohawk I see."
"I'm famous for it. I gotta keep it for my fans," he laughed, swiping his hand over it.
"Oh, of course you do," Quinn replied sarcastically. She laughed and looked down as Puck couldn't help but stare at the smile he hasn't seen in a while. He never got tired of seeing her smile, and he used to be able to just lean down and kiss it, but not anymore.
"So, how's college life treated ya?"
"I love it. So much more freedom."
"Yea, that's the best part. Still doing cheerleading I suspect?"
"Well, with no mutant coach, it makes it a lot more fun."
Puck laughed as he heard the upbeat music change to something slower, which was "How to Love" by Lil Wayne. "This one goes out to all the couples out there!" the DJ shouted into his mic, turning it up even louder.
Quinn began watching as many of the couples found each other and began to dance slowly and close by. Puck watched her, always loving watching the expressions on her face, the way they changed or lightened, or when she got stern with him or laughed at one of his jokes. He finally worked up the nerve to say, "Do you wanna dance?"
Quinn turned her head and looked at him. Finally seeing he was serious, she arched her eyebrow and replied, "It's a couple's dance."
"And we're a couple of people," he smartly countered. He saw Quinn look at him and smile as she turned her body and walked away from the food and drink table with him.
He began slow dancing with her, keeping a safe distance between their bodies before anything got too uncomfortable, as the song began.
You had a lot of crooks try to steal your heart
Never really had luck
Couldn't never figure out how to love
How to love
Puck spun her as Quinn giggled and ended up closer to Puck then before.
You had a lot of moments that didn't last forever
Now you in the corner tryna put it together
How to love
How to love
For a second you were here
Why you over there?
It's hard not to stare
The way you movin your body like you never had a love
Never had a love
The song continued on, them a little closer to each other than before, but still a safe distance. As soon as the song finished, Puck looked into Quinn's hazel eyes, hypnotizing her for a second, before she heard the DJ scream, "Awwww yea! Now that is what I call a couple's dance! Now, les get back to some freestyle!" He blasted "Super Bass" by Nicki Minaj.
Quinn cleared her throat and pulled away quickly. "I should get going!" she shouted over the music.
"Well, maybe I can get a ride? I'm going home with you guys anyway!"
"No, you'll have to with Santana! My car's a…one person car!" she lied, leaving the party, knowing he wouldn't believe her excuse, mostly because there was no such thing as a one person car, at least none she's heard of.
Puck was in fact confused. "What, does she drive a go cart?" he asked himself. He sighed as he saw her exit through the door. He knew he wasn't gonna get Quinn back. That was some farfetched fantasy in his mind. He walked over to the couch and sat down, sighing, leaning back against the pillows.
Author's Note: Maybe it was good…? Maybe not…? Idk, it's up to you guys to review and tell me if I should continue this story! I think I want to, it's probably not gonna be long. 5-10 chapters maybe. Maybe it'll go longer? Who knows, I guess it depends my inspiration and how much feedback I get :)