Disclaimer: Only own Mark Salling's new CD. PIPE DREAMS, my lap top and the words I write. No characters, actors and songs belong to others.
Characters: Puck & Quinn/Sam. Some Will, Shelby and other characters to be added.
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Behind her careless smile and laugh she was bored. She walked the halls with Sam and was suffocating. She thought he would be like a vacation, after months of working. Months of drama and emotion and fear. She wanted to move past it, pretend it never happened. Life doesn't work that way.
It was in the park that weekend. She spotted Shelby at the fluorescent colored playground, holding Beth in her arms. Toppling over her bike from braking suddenly, Quinn landed on the gravel with a loud clang of her bike as it crashed beside her. Sam was instantly off his bike, holding her in his arms. Coddling her as if she was the child.
"Are you ok?" he asked, helping her up.
"I'm fine" she snapped, picking up her bike and turning her back to the playground meters away.
"Quinn!" she heard her name behind her from Shelby's unmistakeable voice.
"Let's go" she instructed to Sam, not wanting to make conversation, let alone acknowledge Shelby and the beautiful baby in her arms.
"Are you...?" he hollered as she biked past him, but she didn't hear the end of the sentence. They didn't talk about it again.
The loud clock thundered behind her, she almost found herself missing last year. She wondered absently how Puck was. He caught her eye from across the classroom. She wanted to smile and talk to him. It would be too hard. He would just be a constant reminder of what she went through, what she had to give up.
She knew too that he wouldn't change. Her mind played the memory of their baby sitting experience. How defeated and stupid she felt afterwards, thinking he would care. Thinking he would stop being himself for her.
It started after his song with Rachel. After he seemed to sing those lyrics right to her. After the football game. The team was celebrating at a local restaurant. Some of the cheerleaders there with them. Girlfriends of the team. She laughed, holding onto Sam's arm as he cracked another joke. She caught Puck's gaze and her cheeks went red, though she couldn't understand why. The evening progressed and she laughed, forgot all about the baby scare she had last week, running into Shelby at the park. Her bruises from the fall almost healed. The table started to thin, most of the football guys still hanging around. Puck and Rachel and a few others got up and left, people coming back with new exciting ideas for the friday night. She wanted to get home though, she checked her phone, wondering why her mom hadn't called yet, instructed to call when outside of the restaurant. Quinn pocketed the phone, paying no attention to the fact that she needed to leave and her mom was late.
"Hey, my mom's late" she said aloud. "I'm going to wait outside"
"Sure" Sam chimed in response. "See you tomorrow" he smiled, giving her a quick kiss. The others waved, said their own goodbyes and she grabbed her jacket, green and gold scarf and green hat. She wrapped herself up warmly and headed out the doors of the restaurant.
Puck was waiting outside, leaning against the side of the building. Like a rebel in a 50s movie.
"Hey" she smiled. "Going back in there?" she asked.
"Nah" he wrapped his leather jacket around himself, exhaling at the chilly air. She was bundled with scarf and hat, and wondered how he could stand the cold.
"Do you have a ride?" he asked, more to make conversation than anything.
"Ya, my mom's coming" she responded. She glanced at him once more, letting her eyes take in his image, leaning against the dark red of the worn bricks of the building, making her feel surely like Sandra Dee. Suddenly a Beatles song flashed in her mind, the gentle lyrics caressing her brain, making her wish she had put on her strawberry lip balm instead of coconut.
Strawberry Fields Forever...
His dark jeans and roughed up converse sneakers made her smile, but she couldn't pin point why .She wondered what it would be like, to indulge in his lips, his embrace, add some heat in the cold air. What would it be like to hold him or be with him without the buzz of wine coolers, the added aura of intoxication?
"What about you?" she asked, stepping closer to him and leaning against her own patch of wall. She watched him for a reaction, or perhaps she just wanted to watch someone interesting, uncomplicated, complicated, flawed, protective and frail unlike the boring plastic Ken doll she usually held on her arm these days.
He shivered and flashed her a grin, zipping the jacket up, baring himself against the cold. It stopped at the base of his neck and she could tell it had no affect. She wondered how he could stand the cold with just a thin American Apparel blue t-shirt underneath the leather jacket. She pondered absently at his physique underneath the now zipped up jacket, but forced her eyes up to his. She wanted to comment on how cold he was, but she resisted.
"We might grab some beers and hit up the park" he drawled out.
He didn't do anything to provoke her. Suddenly she closed the space between them. The cold was gone, transformed to hot hot heat as she guided his face to hers. Her arms twined around his neck to pull him into her embrace. A heated kiss sparked for no reason at all. He pulled away and met her gaze, aghast.
"Don't say anything" she urged, not knowing what she was doing. Only that Sam was inside, they could be caught any moment. She would do anything for drama, anything to have a moment of excitement back in her life. The thrill of being caught made it hotter.
"Just... secret" she pleaded, in between landing tasty teasing quick kisses on his lips.
"Deal" she heard him murmur before he pinned her against the wall and greedily consumed her lips with his. His hands traveling to her waist, moans escaping from her lips as he chained kisses down her neck. She reached for his lips again, pulling him against her, closing the only space between them as they could still hear murmurs in the restaurant, passing cars, cars backing up. Could only taste the sweetness of his lips, the heat of his embrace. Light bathed them in gold, but still they didn't pull away until a horn honked. She shoved him off, more aggressively than she meant to and met her mother's gaze, at the parked car right in front of them. She glanced back to him and the now tainted spot on the wall where they had shared their adulterous kiss.
Without another word, she got into the car and wondered how long the lecture from her mother would be. He watched the whole time until the car left the restaurant's parking lot and disappeared into the line of other cars, whipping past on the highway.
It didn't matter that her mother scolded her for an hour, asking her if she was still with Sam. All she could respond was that she wasn't stupid enough to get knocked up twice. That wasn't even the issue, though it did shut up her mom.
"Quinn, honey, you can't do this again" her mother urged.
"Nothing happened" Quinn responded. She went up to her room, still so innocent and young in comparison to how much she had been forced to grow in the last year. She didn't think about the baby, the person she used to be, how Puck had changed everything. Her mind just replayed moments of their hot tryst. She told herself she had gotten it out of her system. Yet, she couldn't wait to see him on Monday morning. She almost dreaded her date with Sam the next day.
Puck couldn't get her out of his mind. Thoughts plagued with confusion as he sat in the empty parking lot with Finn and Mike and they talked about football, or Halo or something. He was tuned out of the conversation, after all. He was so confused about the whole exchange with Quinn, he couldn't get it out of his mind. He still remembered her smell, the taste of her lips on his. Being discovered with the light of her mother's car, it all sounded more glamourous now. He flicked the bottle cap onto the gravel absently, droning out the guy's chatter, wondering how long Quinn would want to keep this up, or if he was a cheap kiss on the side. He wondered which one he wanted, but let the thoughts pass away before he mused on them long enough to like her again.
She told herself it was a moment, but on Monday morning, it took one sly smirk from him to send her over the edge. She gripped onto Sam's arm tighter, looking away from Puck's smug expression as they passed him in the hall. Held on for dear life as guilt washed over her in waves.
She sat at her desk, waiting for the bell to ring to start the last class of the day. Puck walked past her, sneakily dropping a folded note onto her desk before seating himself in the back. She opened it carefully, scanning the message and pocketing the note before Sam sat down beside her.
It was unbearable by the end of the class. She peeked at the note in her lap once more and guilt washed over her.
Choir room. After school. Come alone. Was scrawled messily on the note. She crumpled it. She would go just to tell him to stop it. Tell him she wasn't doing that again. It was a momentary impulse. It won't happen again.
It will NOT happen again, she's telling herself 15 minutes later as his fingers brushed the hot skin of her waist. Connected at the lips, pulling her tightly against him. She pulled away roughly, grappling for air after the heated kiss.
"I came to say I can't do this again" she muttered angrily.
"Sure" he commented before yanking her back into his arms.
"Puck...no" she whispered softly.
She gave out a soft moan as he bit her lip, parting her soft red lips with his tongue, winning. His arms wrapped around her, lifting her shirt up, palms resting on the sides of her waist, tracing small patterns in her sweet skin. She didn't care to stop his hands, indulging in the idea of being caught by someone. Indulging in the dark musk of his cologne, her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down to her level as they kissed with pent up hormonal passionate fury. A door opened and closed somewhere near by.
"OH! Wow, I'm...sorry" Shu's voice carried over from the beside the closed door. Quinn slid out of Puck's embrace instantly, wiping her smudged lip gloss and pulling down her shirt incessantly.
"Guys, the choir room?" he asked skeptically. Quinn blushed, turning even a brighter shade of red.
"We were about to rehearse a song" Puck lied instantly. No one believed it.
"I should...go" Quinn commented, slamming the door behind her as she stormed out in an embarrassed rage.
"Puck..." Shu began with a condescending note.
"I know. Spare me the lecture. People got hurt. She's with Sam. I get it" Puck drawled out. "I can't help it" he confessed before leaving the choir room as well, his mind on Quinn and how red her cheeks seemed to have gotten. Was she embarrassed of him, he mused? Then dismissed it because surely that was impossible. He wondered what he wanted from her and what she was offering him now. If he could continue this sweet game of hide and kiss. How long until they were discovered and they went back to not speaking? Not saying all that was between them. A gorgeous, blonde baby girl in the midst of that void.
How long before she tired of him like she had before? Would he try to hold onto her? Did he want to?
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