Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or Life As We Know It.

Author's Note: This is just an idea that popped into my head in the Whole Foods, don't ask me how I thought of it there. :) But if you've ever seen the movie Life As We Know It, I'm pretty sure you'll understand how I came up with this idea. I hope you enjoy. –Jackie

Prologue:

The Date From Hell

Quinn Fabray was fussily primping in her room that Saturday night in June. Her best friend, Rachel, had set her up on a blind date with a friend of her fiancé, Finn. Rachel had refused to tell Quinn who it was, and she was nervously doing her hair and guessing who it might be. An actor Rachel knew from her days on Broadway? A guy Finn had played football with in college? The possibilities were driving Quinn absolutely crazy. So when the doorbell finally rang (fifteen minutes late, actually) she was anxious to see who was taking her out. But when Quinn opened the door, her heart sank as she spotted who was on her front porch. It was a familiar guy in with a Mohawk, waiting outside with his motorcycle and smelling lightly of booze.

"Puck?" Quinn cried. "Rachel set me up with you?"

"Quinn?" Puck complained in reply. "Finn set me up with you?"

Quinn groaned inwardly. She would have to talk to Rachel about how absurd this was later. Quinn knew her friends intentions were good, she had been so lonely ever since Rachel and Finn got engaged. But why did it have to be Puck? Quinn decided to suck it up for the night and give Rachel a stern talking to later. "Let's just try to have a good time, okay?"

Puck tossed her a helmet. "Alright. Let's go. I know this great bar in Toledo."

"Why do I need this?" Quinn asked, handing the helmet back.

"Fabray, you can't ride a motorcycle without a helmet on."

Quinn laughed out loud. "I am not riding a motorcycle to a dingy bar in Toledo! We'll take my car. I made us reservations for two at Breadstix."

"Fine," Puck said with a roll of his eyes. "Have it your way. Where's your car?"

Quinn pointed towards a car up on the curb. Puck groaned, but not to himself like Quinn had. It was little, pink, Mini Cooper.

"What the f-?"

"Do you like it?" Quinn was practically beaming. "It's new."

"It's…quaint." Puck tried to answer with being sarcastic, but he found that impossible. Quinn, however, didn't seem to notice. She jumped right into the front seat of the car, patting the passenger side as if telling Puck to slide in. With another groan, he obliged.

"I made our reservations for six-thirty so we might be a little late…"

Quinn was then cut off the by ringing of Puck's phone.

"Are you going to answer that?" She demanded.

Puck looked at the caller I.D. At first he reached for the answer button, but pulled his hand away at the last minute. Perhaps it would be best not to annoy Quinn too much tonight. "No,"

For a moment they sat in silence, waiting for the ringtone to stop.

"Just answer it!" Quinn moaned. "Please! That ringtone is awful!"

Puck shrugged and answered it. "Hey…you." He muttered into the receiver. There was a pause and Quinn could hear the shrill voice of a woman talking on the other end.

"Is that your mom or something?" She questioned.

"Um...no." Puck replied before shushing her and continuing to talk on his cell. "Yeah, I have plans tonight. I think I'll be free at nine though. Why don't you come over, have some wine coolers…"

Quinn looked over at the guy sitting next to her in the car. Was he talking to…?

"You know baby, let's make it eight-thirty."

Quinn's hand clutched the steering wheel a little tighter. Yup, definitely a woman.

"Oh really…That sounds so…sexy. Can you wear that little black dress that makes your legs look so…? Uh huh? Great! See you then."

When Puck hung up his phone, Quinn was glaring at him.

"GET OUT OF MY FRICKING CAR YOU ASSHOLE!" She screeched, actually making Puck jump in his seat. He quickly scrambled out of the Mini Cooper and ran towards his motorcycle, struggling with his helmet as an enraged Quinn screamed at him.

Quinn stormed back into her house, cursing under her breath as she turned on her own cell phone and dialed a phone number. She slammed the door behind her, making Puck jump again.

"Hey Rachel," Quinn snapped into the phone as she removed her high heels and walked into her bedroom. "What were you thinking?"

"Hi Quinn, aren't you supposed to be on your date?"

"You set me up with Puckerman? He's the guy that got me pregnant sophomore year and well…ruined my life!"

Rachel giggled on the other end of the line, but Quinn didn't think it was from what she was saying and Quinn swore she heard Finn's voice in the background. Had she interrupted something well…important?

"Noah isn't that bad, Quinn."

"He was making plans with another girl during our date!" Quinn growled. "The guys a complete and total ass!"

Rachel laughed again. "Calm down."

"Goodnight Rachel!" Quinn hissed.

"Night Quinn." Quinn swore that before she hung up she heard Rachel mutter: "Someday you'll thank me for this."

She changed into so more comfortable clothes and made herself a TV dinner, cursing all of the Puckerman family as she settled onto her couch to watch some reality television. She never thought that, someday in the near future, she actually would thank Rachel for what she did.