I kid myself into thinking I can keep up with a multi chapter tale. I have an unhealthy obsession with "punk" Quinn, as well. Probably I can relate to her the most, style wise not baby stealing wise. Also, I don't watch Glee anymore. True story, so….this is off canon? Is that even the correct terminology? Whatever. Probably a three parter. Back story this chapter. Tension next. Smut next chapter. Maybe epilogue? Depends on responses.

Key Notes: Edit free lifestyle

No baby

Quinn's always been "punk"

Santana's a new student

Judy loves the lord, so that explains a few things in Quinn's ownership. Rusell ain't real.

One..two..three..four..five…si- "Aughhh." There it was. As the sweaty, bulky body belonging to her-to her what? Not really ex-boyfriend, not even a friend, and definitely not her current boyfriend, well as this guy she kind of knows rolls off her and lands without any semblance of grace beside her, she feels bored. Every time, she has these late night, early morning, mid afternoon meetings with the only person that seems to hold her attention longer the time it takes to blink in this boring little midwest town, she expects to feel something. Anything really. Disgusted, amused, tired, but the only thing she seems to feel is bored. She was so tired of feeling bored.

"That was great babe," she followed him with bored hazel eyes, as he reached over for a cigarette. Ever the gentleman, he lit hers for her and handed placed it into her lazy hands. She really hates when people lights her cigarette for her.

"Thanks," she grumbles out and inhales the taste of bitter tobacco. She also hates his brand of cigarettes. He throws her a cheesy smile as he pulls the soiled condom off with a snap, and tosses it towards a wastebin. Of course missing it, causing the used prophylactic to stick and slide down her portrait of everyone's favorite savior.

"My bad."

"You're cleaning it up."

"Course babe." She rolls her eyes at him before opening her mouth, closing it again suddenly. They sit there for a awkward amount of time until he speaks again.

"Something on your mind babe?"

She thinks about it. Theres a lot on her mind, first why is she allowing this guy to stay in her bed, second why is she still smoking this shit, and third about these tickets she needs to buy to go see WarPaint's show. So what comes out of her mouth next surprises her.

"Why do we do this Puck?" She darted her eyes back to slimy rubber defacing Jesus' shinning eyes. Of course he didn't tie it off she thinks.

Puck takes a sharp inhale of his cigarette, holding it deeply in his longs for a while before exhaling slowly. "Cause babe, everyone else here sucks. But me and you, we get it. None of this matters, it won't matter next month, next year, shit, it won't matter in a hour from now. This is fun." He pauses inhaling again. Quinn turns over to face his profile. He was very handsome she thought. Too bad they had to use a combination of school supplied samples of lube and spit, to gain enough moisture for him to comfortably enter her. "Actually, it isn't even fun is it?" He exhales looking at the celling licking his lips trying to order his thoughts. He sighs and continues in a dejected tone. "Quinn, you're big. Bigger than us, bigger than this town. You just sell yourself short cause you're scared. I'm easy, so you let me come around cause its easier to waste your time with me, than to think about what you really want."

"You don't know what you're saying?"

"Maybe not. I'm not as smart as you, I'm not as good with my words but, I get you Quinn. You're like the girl they make movies about, I'm just here to take advantage of a good situation." He smiles smugly, completely aware of what he meant to her. "I'm not going to kid myself into thinking I'm doing anything for you. I can practically hear you counting until I'm finished. Its not a turn on at all by the way." He smiles before turning to face her again. "You're gay Quinn. But more than that you're smart, you deserve better than this. Stop being scared. Stop settling."

She almost let the thought entertain her for a moment. She knew she was gay, she didn't need Puck to confirm anything for her. As much as an outcast as Quinn was already, she didn't need another thing to tear her away from the one true connection she had here. If she lost Judy Fabray, she wouldn't know what to do. But she knew what she wanted from Puck.

"Whatever." She rolls back over to her back and looks up at nothing. "I don't need you to tell me what I am, or what to do. I just need you to fuck me."

So she tells him what she wants. And so he complies.

Quinn Fabray stood out in this nobody town like a sore fucking thumb. It didn't help that her she was an only child to none other Judy Fabray. The only woman in their church without a husband, or a man of any sort to account for her wild daughter. They belonged to the only African American church around. Her mother and her were already outcasts in Lima without ever really meaning to be. Judy Fabray grew up in the south she couldn't fathom going to a church where you had to sit straight up and recite directly from the Bible. She believed that religion was an experience. So Quinn grew up watching her mother as she caught the spirit, clapped, and spun around proclaiming the spirit was in her. Quinn sat in awe, watching the movements of the people around her made to hold her mother. She didn't understand religion. She did understand this was one place she heard her mother sing. So she would go to church every Sunday just to see her mother sing and dance. Quinn wasn't always wild, even though she isn't very wild right now, in her youth she'd much rather put her pure white dresses to good use by turning them into a dirty brown at her local playground. Every time she showed up in front of her mother ruining another perfect dress, a lecture would go on for hours on how young ladies should behave. Instead of changing her behavior, she just requested her mother would buy darker color dresses. The two Fabray's were quite different when it came to material matters. Judy Fabray, even with lacking funds, would always find the time to pamper herself. Quinn on the other hand would be just fine in torn jeans and an old t shirt. The two would find trivial things to argue over. When Quinn was younger she had an affinity for painting animals on the pristine white walls of their home. After the 5th time Judy painted over the pictures, she allowed Quinn to paint all over the walls in her own room. The hobby didn't wane as Quinn grew older, Judy would eventually sit down next to her daughter and watch her paint. The one true constant Quinn had in her life was her family, and church every Sunday. Even in her older age, even though she had given up on the idea there was a God, she still went every Sunday to hear Judy Fabray's voice.

As time grew on, Quinn noticed more and more how much her mother and her were outcasts. Lima was hardly racist, so she didn't understand why people used to look at her mother funny when she mentioned what church they attended at PTA meetings. Quinn noticed how her mother's smile would never falter, even as she was questioned and the gazes of other mother's could only lightly be described as confused. Quinn used to go to school dressed in the dresses her mother bought for her. She never liked them, and even though her mother would allow her to wear jeans around their home, she never allowed her to go out in them. Up until Quinn was 11 years old every day she would wear a dress, a different color for everyday. Until finally she wore jeans. She packed them in her book bag and ran to the bus stop avoiding her mother's early morning good bye kiss. When she slipped on her jeans in the girls bathroom, the first jolt of nerves and excitement hit her. The first time she had that feeling in a long time. When she strolled down the hallway, all eyes were on her. She wasn't sure how to feel that first day. Later that evening when her mother came home from work, she called Quinn down and questioned her.

"I heard you wore jeans today." Her mother spoke to her across their kitchen table, the young girl was unable to make eye contact feeling her mother's disappointment wash over her. So she nodded her head, counting the lines on the tiles under her feet. "Can you tell me why?" Quinn raised her small shoulders and dropped then quickly.

"I like jeans." She responded her voice small.

"How did you feel in them?"

Quinn raised her eyes to meet her mother's. "Like you in the PTA meetings."

Now as a soon to be graduating student of McKinely High school, Quinn traded her dresses and jeans for more colorful gear. Today she had on her favorite pair of boots, which also happened to be her only pair, black Blake Doc Martens. Thigh high laced tights, that lead up to barely visible cut off shorts. Topped off with a old Hanson oversized tank and her favorite moonies. Just normal everyday apparel. Except in Lima. Where it was common to wear every combination of Aeropostal and The North Face. Since the first time she wore jeans her mother allowed her to dress in any manner she chose to.

"Miss. Fabray." She shut her locker and turned around just in time to watch Principle Figgins stroll beside her. His voice indicating urgency.

"Can I help you?" Hers came out smoothly.

"You're violating the school dress policy." He eyed her, "once again."

She leaned into her locker pushing her glasses in her hair to reveal hazel eyes lined in black. "I am aware."

"You know what this means, Miss. Fabray." She rolled her eyes waiting for him to continue. "In school suspension." His tone ominous. Her response lackluster.

"Whatever." She walked past him heading towards the dark room where the school held their problem students. It took Figgins a moment to realize that she just happened. He ran trying to catch up to her.

"Unless you want to do me a favor?"

"Whats the favor?" She replied not slowing her pace.

"I need you to show a new student around."

"No." She grunted towards a freshman causing him to fall against his locker.

"Please, no one else has the time. You have more than enough credits to graduate already. Plus, you're doing extraordinarily well in all your classes. You can afford to miss a day."

"No." She walked into dark class room waiting to receive a sheet of paper stating what she needed to accomplish for the day. Her mother was not going to be happy. She was certain that she would be grounded as soon as Figgins left the voicemail on Judy's phone.

Figgins was exasperated, he walked around asking her repatedly to do this one thing for him. Until finally a sick idea crawled into his head, "Miss Fabray. You will show this student around."

"I already said no." Quinn crossed her arms in front of her and put her feet on the chair next to her with a loud thump.

"Do it or I'll make you join Glee." Figgins said quickly.

"You can't do that." Quinn dropped her arms and feet quickly. Joining Glee would mean having to deal with Rachel Berry, the self proclaimed "star" of McKinely. Not to mention it would ruin her street cred.

"All I have to do is call your mom, tell her about this little singing group, make up some story about how it deals with the lord, and you'll be in forced to participate." Quinn leaned in daring Figgins to meet her eyes. Everyone in town knew about Quinn's mother and her love for the church.

"You won't do it."

Figgins unwilling to waver leaned into, "try me." They stayed leaned into each other. Quinn sitting up glaring at Figgins. Figgins leaned over her desk, not daring to break their intense gaze.

"Well, this is awkward."

"Get out Schue." They both said calmly. Neither one looking to the doorway towards the annoying teacher.

Quinn relented finally leaning backwards, "fine, you have left me no choice."

"Excellent." The principle rubbed his hands together. "She's in the office waiting for you right now." Figgins leaned back, walked towards the door, smiling to himself at his victory, "but first we have to get you some clothes."

Quinn found herself dressed in bright pink faux Adidas track pants that were entirely too short, a gray shirt that was entirely too big with bright butterflies interweaving with barbwire. At least she had been able to keep her shoes. The shoes truly made the outfit.

She followed Figgins into his office, careful to still make eye contact with the students passing by. She had an image to uphold after all. But in her current outfit, there was more snickering rather than fearful reactions.

"Woah, what is this tragedy?" Quinn looked away from the kids in the hallway to source where the decidedly foreign voice came from. "No offense, but yeah unless you're dressed like this for some kind of charitable reason, I'd rather not be seen with you." Quinn continued to stare looking uninterested at the girl in front of her.

"Whatever."

"Ms. Fabray meet Ms. Lopez."

"My name is Santana." The girl spoke again.

"Quinn."

"Whatever."

Santana Lopez was unlike anything that hit McKinley high. It was clear from her appearance, from her dark hair, and tan skin. Her look a unique combination of indifference and disdain. Quinn Fabray was taken aback.

For the first time in 6 years, Quinn was certain she was not bored.

yep yep well no promises on when the next bit will be up. leave a review if you don't mind.