A/N: I don't own Glee. If I did, the following would definitely happen. I was a little let down by 'Quinn's Plans for New York' so I have - hopefully - righted that mistake here. I couldn't decide whether to do one long one-shot, or a multichapter story. I went for multichapter, but lucky you guys, I've pre-written the whole thing, so you shouldn't have to wait too long for the next chapter. I'll try to do one daily, depending on exams and work and other not fun stuff like that. Of course, that all depends on if you like it, so let me know :) enjoy xo


Puck walked up the aisle of the plane tossing an apple between his hands. Who knew you could get free food on these planes? Mike and Tina were asleep in each other's arms: so freakin' charming; and Santana and Brittany were sharing an iPod in deep conversation with each other.

He walked past Quinn who was bent over a notebook making hasty notes and diagrams. He stopped.

"What're you doing Quinn?"

She looked up and slammed the book shut hurriedly.

"Nothing." She had a guilty look in her eye, Puck would know, he'd seen that look on his own face a number of times. Then her face completely switched. She smiled falsely at him, put her head on one side and said, "I'm doodling, I must be very nervous."

"Whatever," he laughed, knowing something was up. He nodded his head at the girl sat next to Quinn. "Zizes." He'd felt bad breaking up with her just before Nationals but he was sick of forever being treated as inferior; the Puckasaurus was below nobody. Plus he couldn't let go of that feeling that was constantly plaguing him, even now.

He swung into his seat a couple of rows behind the two girls where Finn was drifting in and out of sleep, keeping banging his head on the window shutter.

"Finn." He poked his best friend in the arm. "Wake up man."

"Hmm, what?" Finn awoke, and wiped the slight dribble from the side of his mouth.

"Quinn's looking very shifty up front. Did she say anything to you? She's like pouring over this notebook that she's scribbling in."

Finn paused for a second, that dumb confused look on his face, before realisation dawned.

"She did say something last week actually. I was thanking her for not quitting Glee Club and then she said something like she couldn't because it would interfere with her plans for Nationals."

"Plans?" Puck eyed him warily, "What do you mean plans?"

"I don't know. But I hope this doesn't mean she's going to," He paused for a minute, casting around for a word, "Jeopardise our chances."

He must've learnt that word off Berry, thought Puck, wrinkling his nose. "I'm with you. We'll sort this."

"Yeah, you get on it. Good plan." Finn looked over Puck's head and Puck followed his gaze to see he was watching Berry flick through a magazine with Kurt. Puck sighed and thought, Great, another thing to add to my list of things to do in New York: get Finn and Berry back together. But they could wait. He had to figure out what Quinn was up to first.


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