This takes place during "Bad Reputation." It's mostly Quinn's point-of-view, but also some of Puck's. This is my first fic EVER, so it's probably not that great. I was trying to keep it realistic, so there's not a whole lot of romance. There will be a second chapter to this, maybe even more! Who knows! I would love to hear comments and criticisms. Anything that can help me improve my writing.

Quinn… +45

Santana… +43

Puck… +38

Quinn scribbled down a few more names before finally writing

Rachel Berry… -5

She knew this Glist would remind everyone who's on top and who's at the bottom of the barrel. It might take some scheming, but she would get her popularity back.

Just because my belly is the size of a beach ball and I'm not on the Cheerios anymore doesn't mean I'm not the same person. I'm still me. I'm still Quinn Fabray. Just because my life has changed doesn't mean I have.

Quinn closed her notebook and decided to call it a night.

Tomorrow is a new day.

"Puck, oh Puck! I want you so badly, Puck!" Quinn started to move closer, and Puck grabbed her by the waist and clung her to him.

"Oh, Puck." He looked deep into her eyes and kissed her long and passionately. They were both breathing heavily. He started to kiss her cheek, down her jaw, her cute chin, and slowly down her neck. Then he kissed her collar-bone and felt her Goosebumps on his skin. He went back up to her lips. He slid his hands down her back slowly.

"Puck, oh, Noah…."

"Puck! Puck! Puck, you're drooling." Puck's eyes slowly began to open and he saw a very annoyed-looking Quinn standing above him.

"Quinn?" He asked groggily. "Is the baby coming?"

Quinn rolled her eyes, "No. You overslept; I have to be at school in less than 30 minutes."

Puck glanced at the clock on his bedside table. "It's 7:15."

"I told you I have to be at school early this morning."

"And why is that?"

"I have a paper to type up, and since you don't have a printer, I have to use the one in the school library."

"Oh, right." Puck sat up and immediately felt dizzy. He looked Quinn in the eyes for the first time this morning, "Sorry. I'll hurry up and get ready."

Puck went through his regular morning routine, but he couldn't shake that dream he had. It felt so real; he wished it was real. He hadn't been close with Quinn in a very long time. Sometimes when they were watching a movie or doing homework together (or rather, Quinn was doing homework and Puck was texting under the table) he felt the urge to just reach over and kiss her. But he knew he couldn't. Quinn would never allow it; she would probably have a melt-down and then move out because she couldn't stand being around him.

I haven't gotten any in a long ass time. If Quinn won't give it up, I'll just have to find someone else.

They arrived at the school at exactly 7:49. Quinn practically jumped out the car just as Puck was telling her he was going to sleep until school starts. She raced into the building.

I've got less than 20 minutes before people start showing up. I have to type up the Glist and print at least 100 copies and post them all over the school. This will work. This will get me my popularity back. Just gotta keep my eye on the prize.

Quinn worried that someone might catch her, but she just brushed it aside. After printing out 98 copies (she ran out of paper), she ran around the school. She hung them on bulletin boards, taped them to lockers, and even pushed some under the doors of classrooms. Everyone was going to see this Glist. And everyone was going to laugh at Rachel Berry for being last.

By the time Glee rolled around, everyone was talking about the Glist. Some people were questioning the rankings, but most people were just wondering who did it. Almost everyone in Glee immediately blamed Puck. Tina even added "Then why is your girlfriend number one?" That was a low blow. One, because Quinn was not Puck's girlfriend, and two, because why wouldn't she be number one? She totally deserved that ranking, even if she gave it to herself. Puck of course had no idea that Quinn was the one behind it, and he would probably be mad that she put him at number three if he ever found out.

Mr. Schue decided to go all "Law and Order" and interrogate each of the Glee clubbers individually. Quinn denied knowing anything about it, and then suggested that Rachel was the one who did it. She left school that day feeling slightly satisfied, and slightly disappointed. Things only got worse when Puck dropped her off at his house and then left in a hurry saying he had "things to do." Quinn didn't like the sound of that. "Things" loosely translated to "girls."

I shouldn't care if Puck is with Santana or Brittany or any other random slut right now. He's not my boyfriend, so why does it matter?

Quinn sighed and started on her homework. It was almost impossible to focus, though, because all she could think about was Puck and his stupid Mohawk and his stupid muscles and his stupid flirty ways.

Puck didn't get home until after 10 that night. He knew Quinn would be suspicious but he didn't care. He had just spent hours working on a "Bad Reputation" project that would blow everyone's mind tomorrow in Glee, and he was damn proud of himself. He walked past Quinn's room on the way to the bathroom and saw her door was open, which was rare. He kept walking. He knew Quinn would be all up in his grill about where he was and he didn't want to answer any questions.

Too late. Quinn hopped off her bed and ran out into the hallway to catch up with him.

"Hey, where have you been?" She tried to sound casual but he could hear the tension in her voice.

"Just around. Workin' on something for Glee Club. You'll get to see it tomorrow."

"Oh. Well your mom was really worried, I was just making sure you were alright."

"Cool. Well, goodnight."

Quinn eyed him suspiciously, "Night..."

When Puck got out of the bathroom, he saw that Quinn had closed her door. He breathed a sigh of relief; he couldn't dodge any more questions. He went straight to his room and didn't leave for the rest of the night.

Quinn was feeling anxious. She didn't get any sleep last night because she was too busy worrying about Puck and where he might have been. She would soon find out, though. She wished she could just fast-forward to Glee. But sadly, she had to wait another five hours before finding out what Puck was really up to yesterday. She thought about asking him again, but she didn't want him to know she cared so much. She composed her face and slowed her breathing and went downstairs to find Puck. He was sitting in front of the TV, as usual, getting in a little video game time before school. Typical.

Why are boys so immature? Puck, Finn… they're all the same. All they care about is getting ass and video games. And food. Oooh, food… I'm hungry.

She opened up the refrigerator. Nothing looked appetizing. She went over to the pantry. Nothing looked good in there, either. She looked at the clock on the oven.

7:50… I think if we left now, we could stop at McDonalds and still be on time for school. A McGriddle sounds really delicious right now… I haven't had bacon in so long. Stupid Mrs. Puckerman won't let me eat it.

"Puck… do you think we could go to McDonalds?"

"What for?"

"For breakfast, what else?"

"We have cereal here." Puck gave Quinn a weird look.

"Puck, I'm seven months pregnant. I don't want cereal, I want real food. Now either you're taking me, or I'm walking. Which is it?" Quinn didn't mean to snap at Puck, but she was just so on edge this morning. She didn't need him questioning her decisions; she was doing enough of that herself.

"Fine, we can leave now." Puck reluctantly turned off his video game and got his keys.

Quinn frowned to herself. She didn't want to fight with Puck this early in the morning. She thought about just telling him to forget it. But she went through all that trouble, and she really wanted bacon…

The rest of Quinn's day went by painfully slow. Every class seemed to drag on longer than usual. She was so focused on getting to Glee, that she almost didn't notice that nothing had changed. She was still the pregnant ex-cheerleader who nobody paid attention to. The Glist didn't do anything. She had to fight back the tears.

Ugh, why was I so stupid? Why did I think that a stupid list would suddenly make me cool again? Of course nothing has changed. No one cares about stupid Glee Club members and their drama; everyone is too focused on their own pathetic lives.

Quinn wanted to get up and leave school right then and there. And she didn't ever want to come back.

What's the point of even living if you're unpopular and don't have any friends? I use to torture the losers, and now I'm one of them.

Unfortunately, the day didn't get any better. Quinn completely forgot about the whole Puck situation until she saw him in Glee. He saved her a seat right next to him. She sat down and impatiently waited for everyone to slowly find their way into the choir room. As soon as everyone was seated, Rachel jumped up and stood in front of a big white screen.

Great. I have to wait until after Rachel's stupid performance to see what Puck did.

Mr. Schuster turned off the lights, and Quinn was suddenly looking at Santana and Brittany wearing angel wings and "Ahhh" –ing. Quinn stifled a laugh.

Then Rachel appeared on the screen gliding down the school hallway surrounded by fog.

Okay, what is this?

Quinn was getting annoyed. One more minute of this and she –

Suddenly Puck appeared on the screen. In a wife-beater. Lying on a bed. A bed that wasn't his or her own. He was singing the most ridiculous lyrics she had ever heard. She gave him an annoyed look, and he smiled proudly back at her.

What was he thinking? Why would he ever agree to do this? With RACHEL of all people!

The next scene featured Jesse St. James as the same character Puck was supposed to be, except Jesse was wearing clothes. Then, all the sudden Jesse's character was played by Finn and that annoyed Quinn more than it should have. Quinn caught a glance at Puck out of the corner of her eye; he did not look happy. He looked even more pissed off than she felt. Finally, the horrendous video ended and Quinn couldn't help but laugh. It may have been the worst thing she had ever laid eyes on, but it was amusing. And everyone seemed to be mad at Rachel.

Turns out, Puck, Finn, and Jesse all thought they were the only ones in the video. Puck said he regretted doing it, Finn looked really hurt, and Jesse just stormed out of class. It was all very dramatic, but slightly amusing to Quinn. She was still a little upset with Puck, but she wasn't going to let him know it.

The car ride home was quieter than usual. Puck didn't seem to have anything to say. About anything. That was a first. Quinn felt extremely uncomfortable. She tried to think of something she could say, but everything sounded stupid or too hurtful.

Well, it's good that Puck regrets doing it. He shouldn't have done it in the first place. Still, it was pretty funny. If only because it was so humiliating to Rachel. She looks like a five-year-old.

Quinn knew Puck would get over it soon enough, but something inside of her was still worried.