Noah growled as he laid on his bed, the holy place where he showed a drunken Quinn Fabray how he felt for her, the spot where he impregnated her, and the spot where he betrayed his best friend. He knew it was wrong when he did it, that she was a "holy" girl, one who straight up refused to let Finn touch her below the belt or above the stomach. She wasn't even his type, but something about her entranced him
Entranced him into betraying his best friend.
Another growl made its way out of his throat as he thought about his idiotic friend. Finn didn't deserve a girl like Quinn, much less the real thing. Everything about her was out of his league. But somehow they managed to get together, and they have managed to stay together for 3 months and a pregnancy. No matter what that retard did, Quinn would stay with him, for the child.
The child that wasn't even his.
Puck smiled as he thought about his child. The tiny thing was his, his and Quinn's, and no matter what she said to anyone else, nothing was going to change that. The thought that what they had done could produce a little girl excited him, made him want to bundle her up and protect her from everyone, especially Finn. She was too pretty, too smart, and too wonderful to stay with someone like him, especially if he was going around with that Berry girl.
Sighing, he got off his bed and walked over to his guitar, before strumming a few cords.
Artie frowned as he heard the familiar clicks of her flats on the ground. He knew she was going to try to talk to him, try and reason with him, but he just couldn't take it. She had lied to him, and made him believe that they were alike. That they had suffered together with something that pushed others away. That they were both outcasted for reasons beyond both of their control, and that because of that, they would be good together.
He just couldn't believe that they could ever be good together now.
He pushed faster, while dodging backpacks, try to get away from the annoying clicks of her shoes and her, but she walked faster. A sweat started to form on his brow, but he continued none the less. He turned quickly into the auditorium, knowing that she wouldn't follow. He glided down the new ramps and found himself on the stage by himself, where they had spent so much time together.
Where they would continue to spend time together, despite his efforts.
He wanted to her leave Glee, or at least distance herself from him, but she didn't. She pried deeper, and struggled to find ways to talk to him, and to get him to see that she was sorry. She would move and sit next to him, and smile. He had hoped that maybe she would get the hint, and leave him be, maybe even drop Glee club all together, but she didn't.
He put his head in his hands as he sat on the stage and continued to think about the talented gothic girl.
Quinn stormed quickly out of the music room, furious with her boyfriend. Her perfectly plucked brows furrowed together when she heard loud steps running towards her. Once again, Fin was going to chase after her and try to make everything seem okay, when it wasn't, once again he was going to tell her his naïve plan, and she would have to smack him down. She was absolutely sick of it.
She turned on her heel quickly, her blonde curls whipping and hitting her face before falling perfectly into place.
"Finn Hudson, I am so sick-"
The angered blonde stopped mid sentence to find herself face to face with Noah Puckerman. Her eyes widened as he leaned down and took her in his arms, rubbing circles in her erect back. He hushed her and waited until she eased down, before pulling away and smiling at the beauty.
"Come on, all this isn't good for the baby."
And with that, he was able to lure her away from school, her boyfriend, and all the problems that seemed to revolve around her life, even if he was one of them.
Artie sat calmly as Will Shuester continued to talk about sectionals. His lecture seemed to go on forever, causing Artie's tired mind to find something to amuse itself. His eyes wandered around the room to Rachel and Fin, who had been subtly looking at each other ever since Quinn had stormed out of the room. Shaking his head he moved on to Mercedes and Kurt, finding them as bored as he was, he continued his gazing.
That's when his eyes landed on something he found truly worth focusing on.
Tina sat away from the group playing with her hair. He forgot all reason for his anger as his eyes wandered over her. She was dressed in yellow and white, something that seemed strange, but he enjoyed the way it offset her eyes and her hair color. Her makeup was lighter then usual, but he found it just as beautiful as before and smiled as his eyes made their way to her curled, black hair.
The sound of the bell shook him out of his thoughts and back into reality, the reality that reminded him that he was not supposed to like her. He frowned and rolled his way towards the door, looking over at her only once to see if she was hurrying to leave too. She stood, and after smoothing out her yellow dress followed him, hoping to speak to him.
"Artie!"
He felt his heart race. This was their first encounter in months, and he missed her. Wheeling himself around, he looked up at her and she smiled wide, glad to have gotten his attention.
"Artie! I w-was wondering what you thought of my new-um look?" His browed furrowed together as she fumbled with her words, remembering again why he had been mad in the first place. Turning himself back around, he started to roll away.
"You told me your stutter was fake, remember. You don't have to pretend like you really do with me." His words were clear and hurtful, and Tina's face noticeably saddened, but continued to walk with him through the crowded halls of McKinley.
"I know… But what do you think of my new look, Artie… I was really hoping that-"
"I think you are trying, once again to be something your not."
And with that, Tina stopped walking, and Artie kept rolling.
Quinn and Puck sat together under a large tree, looking away from the school and all who inhabited it. Her glossy hair was tousled on top of his shoulder and his on her head. They looked like the perfect happy couple, and they sat in a comfortable silence.
"You know… Quinn, I would take care of you… of her…"
His words were soft, and melodic, and Quinn couldn't help but fall in love with the sound. She smiled and looked up at his concerned and gentle eyes. Her eyes softened as he continued to speak.
"We could buy a house…Make a little nursery… be a family. I can get another job."
As she thought more and more about it, she realized how wrong she was about him and Fin. Based on appearances, one would think that Finn was the stable and grounded one, the one who cared more about having a family and taking care of the people they loved. But she couldn't have been more wrong. Finn could barely tell his right from his left, and didn't give a damn about making a family with her. She needed some fall back plan when her parents found out, and he couldn't even give her that.
And then their was Puck, the father of her child, and the reason for the majority of her smiles. He was stronger and smarter then people thought he was. He took notice when she was sad, and often tried to cheer her up, while Finn was off with Rachel. He found ways to take care of her, and to try and help her and her baby, while Finn didn't. He made her happy, and she couldn't even remember the last time she was happy with Finn.
He swallowed hard as he looked at her face, stuck in that dream like expression. He feared that soon she would snap back to reality, and realize that if she did dump Fin and publicly went out with him, she would be deemed a whore. She nodded her head softly and relaxed it back onto his shoulder and smiled.
Her smile was all it took to give him hope. Hope that one day, she would leave Fin, and be with him.
