Hi everyone! This is my first ever story so bear with, it might not be very good. It's basically my view on Quinn, Puck and the pregancy in season one. I've altered the characters a little just for my own story telling purpose :) hope you enjoy it!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GLEE OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS

I saw her from across the hallway. She was opening her locker and taking books out from it. She was in her own world, that much was certain. The way her slim arm moved slowly from locker to bag, placing various items in and out. She didn't look at anyone, nor did she acknowledge anyone. But people acknowledged her. Slight, over the shoulder glances in her direction. Whispers and murmurings.
She didn't acknowledge.

Chapter One

It was September, beginning of a new school year. I was seventeen. I'd known her for years; her parents lived near my mom and me. We went to Kindergarten together and there was a time when we were best friends. We would cycle together, swim together, laugh together. We even used to share a bed sometimes. She was my first kiss. We were both eight. My first proper love and, for about thirteen years, I told her nothing of my true feelings. She was unaware, as was everyone else we knew. As far as they were concerned I was the bad boy idiot from a single parent family who didn't give a damn about anyone but himself. I was probably the most popular guy in school. For all the wrong reasons.

I woke up that morning in September to find our small front yard covered in a thick layer of fallen leaves. The sun was bright but the wind was fierce, stinging and biting at the face. I left my mothers small apartment west of town after kissing my sleeping seven-year-old sister on the head and accepting a waffle from my bleary eyed mother. I got into my old beaten up black truck and headed to school, the engine spluttering as I coaxed her faster.

I was greeted as I parked up in the lot, as usual, by a large group of people. There was my good friend Mike, a short but broad tanned skinned guy I'd known for years, a few girls I smirked at as I locked up my ride, and two blondes. One of them, the dude, was called Finn Hudson, the quarterback on the football team. My best friend. He was of medium height and his golden hair shone in the fall sunshine. The always wore clothes of a simple make but very clean cut. The other blonde was the one I threw the biggest smirk to. Quinn Fabray. First kiss. She glared at me but there was a hint of a smile playing around the corners of her mouth. The other girls flocked to her side like moths around a huge, beautiful flame. Quinn was head cheerleader at our school, McKinley High Lima, Ohio, and she ruled it with authority. The hallways and corridors, normally logged with people, would open up as she walked through them. She was beauty and grace combined but she was also icy and cold. On the outside. Only I really knew who she really and truly was. Nobody else knew her as well as me. When I used to hang out with her all the time she was so much different. Funny, charming, kind and gentle. Like a breath of fresh air. She seemed to have forgotten. After her glare, she turned on her heel and walked into school, her trusty cheerleaders not far behind.

"Sup Puckerman you ass, why didn't you call me last night?"

"I was busy. My bad"

The girl who had addressed me rolled her dark, beady eyes. Santana Lopez was probably my best chick friend (after the blonde) and her and me got on. Sure, we hooked up a few times because she was hot. So different from Quinn though. Santana was Latino, from a place north of town called Lima Heights Adjacent. It was basically a tall block of apartments inhabited mainly by Latino families. She was tough, rude, abrasive and sexy. So like, the chick version of me.

"Whatever Puck. If I don't get a call from you soon I will beat your ass." She challenged. I smirked and leaned in to whisper in her ear,

"Kinky." I smacked her ass and dodged her right hook, then sauntered around her with a chuckle and into school, followed by Finn, Mike and the team.

She was in my math class, at the front with her Cheerio friends. They were always so concentrated, her more so than the others, always bent over a book in thought. I, on the other hand, would lounge at the back of the class with the guys, never doing any work. It came to the point where I would just not show up anymore and just sneak to the school nurse for a nap. I figured there was no point in actually attending classes. I wasn't improving on my grades and I didn't need them. I was getting the hell out of Lima after graduation to go my own way. Become a rock star and take over the world. Like my old man. He left us when I was eight. I remember him a little although I prefer to block out the memory. I look like he did, with my dark hair and blue eyes. He was a drinker and didn't pay attention to my mom or me. When my little sister was a year old he left. I remember I watched him put his stuff in the one car we owned and drive away. I never saw him again. That night I snuck out of my house and went to Quinn's. She knew something was up but she didn't question me as I cried in her arms. I didn't tell anyone how I felt and nor did she. She will never know how grateful I was for that. I was shaken out of my thoughts by the ringing of the bell signalling that class was over. I had decided in that lesson that I was going to grow a pair and finally tell Quinn how I felt. The trouble was it would mean losing face and, as a result, my rep. I was extremely conscious of that at that age. I knew my reputation as a bad ass would be shattered if I proclaimed my undying love for Quinn Fabray. I didn't know if I could handle that.

I decided instead to go for a more subtle approach. If I made it seem like a wanted a physical relationship, and maybe if I threw in some hints and compliments, she would totally go for it. I'd have to act like a total sexy bad ass to pull it off I thought to myself as I approached her at her locker.

"Hey." I smirked at her. I heard her sigh I slight frustration and shut her locker. Her eyes widened in response as she took me in.

"Oh, Puck. I thought you were…um…" She bit her lip.

"Who?" I enquired, stepping closer to her.

"Nobody. What do you want Puck?" I was about to ask her out when Finn came walking over. He greeted me with a 'hey' and wound his arm around Quinn's waist. She smiled up at him and I wanted to be sick.

"You two…?" I was honestly freaked. Finn smiled sheepishly.

"Yeh."

"Since when?" I hoarsely whispered. The question was for Quinn and she could sense the pain in my tone. Finn couldn't.

"Since this morning. I asked her out to dinner. She said yes. How cool is that!" He answered for her.

"I have to go." I replied and without a word I left. I turned a corner away from ear and eye shot and picked up a stray chair outside an empty classroom. I heaved it through the open window and watched it bounce on the wet grass outside. Luckily nobody saw me so I just bailed. I'd never been more hurt in my whole life and I didn't even know why.

The next couple of weeks went by painfully. I would receive and sharp pang in my chest every time I saw Quinn and Finn together. They were, on the surface, a perfect couple. Quinn was head cheerleader and Finn was captain of the football team. The typical, blonde, all American dream. I know Finn was my buddy and all but I couldn't stand it. I knew deep down that Quinn was meant to be with me. We had chemistry and a wonderful past full of happy memories.

I had to do it.

I had to get my girl back.

Hope you enjoyed it :) reviews are welcome, I'd love to hear what you think. I'll post some more soon! :D