He finds her at her locker in the morning. Most of the other people were off somewhere greeting Sam who had returned, but Puck and the rest of the guys had already gotten that over with during the weekend.
"What are you doing?" he asks her, leaning against the locker next to her.
"Getting my books. What does it look like I'm doing?" she replies with a snip.
"I just figured you'd be with the rest of the girls giving Sam a welcome."
She shuts her locker with a slam at that point, turning to face him.
"I'll see him when I bump into him."
He nods, ending the conversation there as she begins to lead them to their English class.
It's before glee club that he hears something. Quinn had told Rachel who told Finn who told Puck that Quinn was planning on asking Sam out tonight. Word around school was that he was planning on saying yes.
He heads straight for the locker room, finding the blonde there. He wasn't getting away with it this time.
"Hey, Evans," Puck says. He grabs the blonde's attention just in time to slam him up against one of the lockers.
"What the Hell is your problem, Puckerman?!" Sam retorts, trying to get his arms off of him.
"You," Puck says. "Should have done this a long time ago, even if I would have ended up in juvie again."
Sam manages to stop him as Puck's arm is cocked back for the punch.
"Chill, dude! If this is about Quinn planning on asking me out, then you should know I was planning on turning her down."
He's put a bit at ease with that statement, letting go of the blond's shirt as he takes a step back or two.
"What, she not good enough for you?" Puck asks, fists clenched at his side.
"She's taken, dude," Sam says, clapping Puck on the shoulder. "Anyone could spot that a mile away. Plus, I'm interested in someone else. They're taken, too."
"Oh..." Puck says with a nod. "Let her down easy, will you? She's...fragile."
"Thought you were the one fixing her...?"
"Something like that."
He's out of that locker room soon after.
She's late to glee club (so is Sam), and she doesn't even bother sitting next to Puck like she normally does. He tries to send her a few looks down the row but stupid people are in the stupid way and when it's time to leave she's the first one out of there.
He manages to catch up with her right before she gets into her car.
"Hey!" he calls out to her, standing on the other side of the opened door. "What are you doing?"
"Going home, Puck. What does it look like I'm doing?"
"No," he shakes his head. "I meant tonight. What are you doing tonight?"
"Why?"
"Because I know a guy who'd really like to go out with you tonight if you'd give him a chance."
She shoots a glare at him, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"I'm not interested. In fact, I'm not even available. I'm...taken. Yeah, tell him that."
"Good," he says with a smile. "So my house then? Dinner for two? We'll start off small before we work our way to a bit more public place like Breadstix."
"How do you know I don't have other plans?" she says, fighting the smirk on her face.
"Because you just made some with me. What kind of question is that?" he replies with a shake of his head.
He leans over and kisses her quickly, catching her by surprise.
"Don't be late! I'll see you at eight!"
She steps into her car, hiding her face in her hands as the blush creeps up her cheeks. And here she thought she'd have to be the one to ask him out.