Hello beautiful people. This is a oneshot I wrote about Puck finding out about Quinn's new relationship with Sam, the newbie. Title is from the song time warp, I thought it was fitting for Quinn/ Puck. This is only my second story so I would love advise on how I can improve.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, if I did Puck would be shirtless the whole time.

"Evans, seriously Quinn? That guy is a jerk." Puck said aggressively, as she stood at her locker. She had barely spoken to Puck since Beth's birth, she had being successfully avoiding him like the plague. It was easier to ignore his existence than acknowledge it. She knew he would not take the news of her recent relationship development with the new kid well but she had never seen Puck so angry before.

"Leave me alone Puck." She replied, as she closed her locker and walked away from him.

"That'll be right, just walk away like you always do. Just leave because everyone knows that's what you do best." Puck was practically yelling everyone in the hallway just stared at him. He kept his eyes fixated on her as she made her way back towards him.

"You know what, I am dating Sam. He is sweet and funny, he is a nice distraction from the tragedy that is my life. He is not complicated and he makes me happy. And if you don't want me to be happy then you are even more of a pathetic asshole than I thought you were." She was livid. He made her so infuriated but there was no way she was going to back down, if he wanted a fight then a fight is what he is going to get.

"Well you are doing an excellent job of gaining a reputation of being the school's bicycle, keep up the good work, daddy will so be proud." He knew as soon as the words left his mouth he had gone too far.

She lifted her hand and slapped him hard across the face. "You are such an asshole." She scolded. "Don't you think you did enough damage last year or do you just get your kicks from making my life a living hell?

"I am so sorry for royally screwing up your life," he retorted sarcastically. "I forgot, I forced you to cheat on your boyfriend, purposely got you pregnant, made you lie to everyone about the paternity, told Coach Sylvester to kick you off the cheerleading team and forced your parents to kick you out. You were just an innocent angel who was corrupted by the devil. You can hate me as much as you want princess, but stop acting like the only victim because I suffered too." Her piercing green eyes were staring intently at him as though she was about to kill. A lesser man would have run away but it has taken him five months to get Quinn to speak to him, he is not leaving now.

"You really want to preach to me about suffering Puckerman?" she retaliated. "Yes, it must have been really difficult for you to carry around a baby in your uterus for nine months then having to push it out your vagina. Oh wait, I did that!" She was erratically waving her hands around, which made Puck nervous and slightly turned on. "I am the one who lost everything, my popularity, my family, Finn, respect, control over my body, my baby. I'm still suffering every day." The crowd started to get too much for Puck so he pulled Quinn into a deserted classroom. He was not sure being alone with her while she was so furious was such a good idea but at least somebody should be able to find his body if she does murder him with a dictionary.

"You don't think I am too?" Puck replied quietly as he walked around the room. He wasn't angry anymore just upset. "She was my daughter as well," He whimpered. "I may not have carried her in my stomach but I named her and watched her birth. I loved her I still love her, every day until I die." He moved closer to her as she leaned on a desk. "I also lost you."

"I was never yours to lose." She responded quietly in a whisper, avoiding his eye contact.

"But you could be," He pleaded. He moved closer towards her, their bodies almost touching. "Give us a chance to be a proper couple, we could do gross couple things and I won't even touch your boob, unless you wanted me to."

"I can't Puck, it's just too hard." She stumbled on her words. "We fight and we make very bad decisions, that the premise of our relationship. I do love you," a small smile formed on his face. "But I hate you more." She started to move away but he grabbed her arm and pulled her into his embrace.

"But I want you," he replied. Before Quinn could react, his lips wavered against hers and he began to kiss her. Warm tears fell down her checks as his tongue made circular movements against hers. It was not sweet or romantic but tragic, as though he would die as soon as he left her embrace. Quinn slowly pulled away from him.

She leaned close into him and whispered, "We can't always get what we want." She walked away from him and resisted the urge to look back.