Disclaimer: I don't own Glee!

Noah Puckerman leaned against the brick wall of the outside of his school's gym. He only had a few more classes to go to but he didn't feel like wasting his time in math or science. He was too much of a badass to pay attention anyways. He was about to go home when he saw her. Quinn Fabray, head cheerio, his best friend's girlfriend. She always looked so beautiful. Her cheerleading skirt moving from side to side as she walked, her blonde hair bobbing in it's ponytail, but her eyes were different today. Usually they had a fierce look in them but right now, they were red. "What the hell does she have to be sad about?" He thought to himself as he walked over her.

"Hey Quinn. What's wrong?" He asked his tone light.

She rubbed her eyes and looked at the ground. "It's nothing, Puck."

He scoffed, "Yea, I should have know. Girls are always emotional for no reason."

"Whatever, Puckerman." She said, turning away from him to walk away.

He grabbed her hand to stop her. "Come on, Fabray. It's not like it's going to ruin your rep to tell me what's up."

He heard her sigh and he knew she was going to cave. "Coach Sylvester weighs us once a month during Cheerio practice to make sure we aren't gaining weight and that was today. When I got up I gained five pounds. FIve Pounds! And Coach was mad but she just told me to go on the Sue Sylvester liquid diet for a few weeks and that it would make me lose that five pounds and then some. So I got over it pretty quickly but than Santana called me Tubbers and made fun of me, saying I couldn't fit through the doors." She let out a long breath. "I' just so fat and I hate it."

Puck couldn't help but laugh a little. Quinn didn't like it though, he could tell by her facial expression. He quickly went to work, trying to fix it. "Look, Santana is a bitch. Simple as that. You're not fat. You're actually pretty hot." He knew Quinn felt a little better when she laughed. "Wanna ditch with me?" He asked her, giving her his signature smirk.

She agreed and they went back to her place. He parents weren't home and they were alone in her room just talking, sipping on a few wine coolers. Puck was getting a little bored and just couldn't stop thinking of how pretty Quinn looked and how nice she was being to him. "It's now or never Puckerman." He thought to himself and leaned into Quinn, kissing her lightly on the lips.

He expected her to pull away, to hit him, to yell at him. He did not expect her to kiss him back or to lean back on the bed and pull him down on top of her. He deepened the kiss and moved his hand along her thigh. She pulled away and looked up at him.

"I can't do this."

"Yes you can. Have another wine cooler." He reached over to the table next to her bed and grabbed another bottle.

"I'm president of the celibacy club. I took a vow."

"So did Santana and Brittany and I did them." He shrugged his shoulders.

"What about Finn? He's your best friend." She sighed.

"Come on. We're in high school. You think either one of us is gonna give a damn about Finn in three years?" He countered. "Lifes just about the experiences. You know? You don't get a medal at the finish line for being good. You just get dead."

"Okay, but you can't tell anybody. I can't lose my rep."

"Our secret, baby."

He went in for another kiss, but she pushed him back.

"What about protection?"

"I got it, trust me." He looked her in the eyes. "This isn't just another hook up for me." He meant that. He secretly loved Quinn. He knew she didn't care. She was with Finn. She was the Queen and couldn't be seen with a loser like him. He started to kiss her neck.

"Tell me one more time." She whispered.

"You're not fat."