DISCLAIMER:THIS STORY IS WRITTEN BY TWO PEOPLE.
Puck's POV is written by .net/~ohgleegasms
and Quinn's POV is written by me (.net/~xforgetregret)
Enjoy!

Puck's POV

Even stare fled from Puck's dark, brooding eyes as he watched Finn guiding Quinn across the cafeteria - as though safeguarding her from the peers who once revered her. Now condemned, banished from popularity, she was left to cling onto Finn's hip like a needy child. His blood boiled, though, at the sight - despite the infidelity and consequences thus far, he couldn't bring himself to regret his night with Quinn. In every manner, it was wrong...she was the ice queen, and he was the royal player.

So why did being with her feel so...right?

|F L A S H B A C K|

"Yo man, kickin' party," Puck slurred as he clapped his newfound friend Charlie on the back. Charlie was a freshman, new to the team, but he was proving to have an ass-load of potentially, both as an athlete and a socialite. The only truly 'wealthy' student at their school, Charlie's parents were never home. Therefore, one empty mansion with a few kegs, some bottles of liquor and half the school - with no supervision - was bound to be one rockin' time.

A look of drunken surprise flickered over Puck's features as the petite figure of Quinn Fabray crossed into his line of vision. Temporarily forgotten was Charlie as Puck watched his best friend's girl stumbling about in, what else but her Cheerio's uniform. Finn was, with no surprise, not at her side. Parties were not Finn's forte - then again, they hadn't been Quinn's either, in the past anyway. Sidling over to her, he slipped a strong arm around her waist and smiled. "You're too perfect to be at a teenage party filled with sin," he teased, winking as he inhaled the alluring scent of her perfume.

She was the only (female) cheerleader with whom Puck hadn't spent a night, and this - so obviously so - bothered him. She didn't seem interested, and though he shouldn't persist so feverishly for Finn's girl...he didn't want to be rejected. She was a cheerleader, and a pretty one at that. Smart, witty and vicious - she deserved more than Finn could offer. Especially since he joined the Glee club...

"Where's Finn? Practicing ballet with Kurt the faerie and the wheelchair kid?" he continued to tease, leaning his intoxicated body slightly against hers. It was then that he realized her 'perfume' was the enticing scent of hormones and liquor, intertwined. "Quinny Fabray, are you drunk?" The question was initially posed just above a whisper, before he practically yelled the last word. "My God, Finn turns his back and the girl finally learns to cut loose. Dance with me babe?" He was eager, a revving motor waiting for her to hit the gas and go.

Quinn's POV

Quinn walked in her usual confident pose; one of her hands on her hip and the other left free to dangle. She had a confident facial expression and her full lips were stretched upward just enough to show her perfectly sculptured high cheek bones. Her hips swayed from side to side in almost a rhythmic motion, her high ponytail swaying in unison with each sway of her hips. Even when she walked through the hallways of her high school she made an entrance. Being the Queen [former or current] came naturally to Quinn, even if there was a huge baby bump in the way.

And just like every Queen, she had her King. Finn Hudson was everything to Quinn. He was the Brad Pitt to her Angelina. He was the captain of the football team and she was [formerly] the captain of the Cheerios. They were perfect for each other. Finn was waiting in front of the cafeteria doors as he normally did when he waited for Quinn to go eat lunch together. Just the sight of him made her smile. Placing a gentle kiss on his lips after standing on her tippy toes, their arms wrapped around each other's bodies as they made their way into the cafeteria.

It wasn't rare that everyone's eyes always went immediately to the couple. Quinn was the only pregnant girl in her high school after all. She had lost everything. She had lost her figure, her captainship on the Cheerleading squad that she had worked so hard for and her popularity. All she had left was Finn and if she wasn't careful, she would lose him too.

|F L A S H B A C K|

Quinn honestly wasn't even sure what she was doing at this stupid party in the first place. She never got drunk… ever. But she wanted to have a good time. Finn had been spending all of his time with the stupid Glee club and the only free time that he had, he would spend sleeping. It wasn't fair and if it was possible, Quinn hated the Gleeks even more now than she did before. They had stolen her boyfriend from her and now she felt alone. So at the offer she got to go to some kid named Charlie's party with the rest of the Cheerios, she couldn't refuse.

So after one too many shots, that feeling of loneliness was getting worse and worse. "Ugh," Quinn said with a role of her eyes after she slammed the most recent shot on the table. "I thought this was supposed to make you feel better," she mumbled to herself as she got up and stumbled off into the living room. The room was spinning and she quickly steadied herself against the wall so she wouldn't fall down. After a few deep breaths, she started making her way towards the door but was stopped once she felt someone's arm wrap around her waist.

She looked up and realized it was Puck. Honestly, if he wasn't such a womanizer he would be kind of cute. Quinn rolled her eyes at his 'too perfect' comment and just laughed. "I know that's why I'm trying to leave," she said but stumbled over her own words. She began to walk but then he mentioned Finn and it made her skin crawl. She turned her body so that she could look up at him and narrowed her eyes but before she could defend Finn, he accused her of being drunk. Her eyes widened as he practically shouted and she slapped his arm, "Shut up!" she pleaded as she looked around to make sure no one was listening.

Although mostly everyone else at the party was drunk, Quinn had an image to maintain. Plus, if anyone here told her parents that she did something this stupid, they would surely disown her. Plus, she was sure that Finn wouldn't like to hear that while he was off practicing for Glee, she was getting drunk. It was so distasteful. Hearing his offer to dance, she raised her brow. "I'm not nearly as drunk for that yet," she said and pulled away from his hold on her and tried again to make her way out the door very slowly so she wouldn't fall over herself. This was so unladylike and embarrassing, definitely NOT Quinn behavior.