Title: Neon Colors
Pairing/Characters: Puck/Quinn
Summary: He told her to call her, didn't he?
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Spoiler: Everything up to 1x10 Ballads.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.

AN: It makes me happy to know that Glee inspires me to write.

As Lean on Me came to an end, Quinn took a moment to just breathe. With everything that had been going on, she was surprised that she and her baby were still okay. She closed her eyes and let out a long, quiet sigh as if her burdens would leave too. Apparently it wasn't hushed enough because she felt someone briefly grab her hand, squeeze, and let go. She opened her eyes and was greeted with the sight of Puck a few feet away from her, talking to Santana. He glanced over, and as their eyes met, Quinn realized why that touch had felt so familiar. She gave him a small smile to which he nodded in response.

She sighed again. Puck was so confusing. Until recently, he had treated everyone except for her like crap, and now, he wasn't so mean to them, and to her, was really sweet. She just didn't understand her emotions anymore. Puck wasn't supposed to make her smile, make her swoon, make her want, make her feel good about herself, make her feel worthy, make her feel loved. Still he did all those things, even in his subtle "Call me" when it seemed like he had stared right through her soul – her heart had beat faster, her eyes had teared up, her lips had formed a little secret smile. Just thinking about the look on his face made her smile. She shook her head and chanted to herself, "Finn, Finn, Finn, Finn, Puck." She mentally berated herself once more, blaming her hormones – the damn pregnancy – before she was interrupted by Brittany carrying a cake. Apparently there was a cake, much to the delight of Finn.

After the mini-party had ended, the Glee club slowly dispersed until it was just Quinn, Finn, Rachel, Puck, and Mr. Schuester left in the room. The four teenagers stood awkwardly in the room. Rachel looked like she was ready to pounce on Finn, Puck just stood staring at Quinn and Finn, Finn kept eating cake, and Quinn glared at Rachel. It was quite a sight. Finally, Rachel spoke up and started rambling to Finn about bowling. Quinn rolled her eyes and uselessly glowered at the two, missing the fact that Finn had just volunteered the both of them to go bowling with Rachel Berry. For Quinn, there were multiple things wrong with that action. One – She despised bowling. Two – She despised Rachel Berry. Three – She despised Rachel Berry and Finn Hudson together. Still, Finn was her shelter and her ride, so she begrudgingly bent down to pick up her bag.

Wincing and struggling, she cursed her luck as the heavy bag reminded her of all the homework she had to do. Suddenly, she saw a hand appear, grabbing the bag and hoisting it up for her, a hand she wished she knew better. She straightened her back and reached for her bag, but Puck simply responded by slinging it over his shoulder and shrugging. Looking at the two lovebirds, disgusted, Quinn snapped a curt, "I'll be in the car," and stormed out the door, Puck following closely behind.

When they reached the car, Quinn turned around, features softening toward Puck. She bit her lip, wanting to speak but afraid. Sensing her hesitation, Puck instead changed his focus to Finn's extremely dirty car. Feeling randomly playful, Puck smirked and lifted his hand as if reaching to touch her, but he ended up going above her head to the car behind. With his finger, he scrawled a "STUD" followed by his phone number. Intrigued by his actions, Quinn tore her eyes from the smirk she loved so much and turned to watch. Seeing his boyish scrawl on the side of the car made her heart warm, and the numbers gave her an unexpected sense of security. She turned around once more to face Puck who looked down at her and actually smiled, making her heart melt.

The moment however, was ruined by Finn and Berry as they ran laughing out the school doors. Puck's face instantly darkened as he pulled away and sought out his pickup. Frowning, Quinn immediately missed the close proximity of their bodies and watched as Puck moved further and further away from her. Damn, he looked so jumpable. Quinn mentally recoiled in shock from her thoughts but couldn't think much about it as the two idiotic lovebirds made their way over. Impulse seized her as she quickly saved Puck's number into her phone and wiped away the writing, dirtying her hands. Staring at the dust on herself, Quinn found that she actually didn't care; she wasn't about to let Finn and Rachel see her and Puck's secret moment.

When Finn linked arms with Rachel, Quinn thought her day couldn't get any worse, but she found that she was greatly mistaken. Not only forgetting that he had a pregnant girlfriend, Finn decided to give Rachel shotgun on their way to stupid bowling. Quinn hated her life.

At the bowling alley, Quinn sat annoyed in the chair as Rachel and Finn chose shoes and balls. She refused to participate in their ridiculous activities, and she swore that the vibrations of bowling balls hitting the floor were not good for the baby. Moreover, the alley had decided to get new lights – very bright neon lights. At times like these, she hated bright colors, and watching Finn and Rachel openly flirt in front of her was too much. She didn't even have the heart to bitch at Finn – her eyes hurt from glaring and the lights, her head hurt from the thuds of bowling balls, her stomach felt queasy from the oily pizza. She wanted to go home, not that she had one.

Quinn buried her hands in the thin pocket of her jacket, tracing the outline of her phone. Her phone. Hell, her service was going to be cut soon by her parents, but it wasn't yet. Smiling to herself, she browsed through her contacts until she landed on a certain Noah Puckerman. She hesitated to press the send button. The neon blue lights gleamed at her against the dark black of her phone as if daring fate. When they finally died out, she was still undecided. He did tell her to call him, but last time she had chosen to join the company of Puck…

Then she saw Finn and Rachel too close for her comfort. Giving them one last glance, she stood up and walked out the door, pressing the green send button.

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Puck woke up to This Is Why I'm Hot blasting from his phone. Groaning, he didn't recognize the unknown number and slowly answered with a grunted "hello," only to be greeted with a timid but melodious "Puck?" It was Quinn. He never actually expected her to save his number, let alone call. Another "Puck?" came from the cell, and he realized he had never responded.

"Fabray. Quinn Fabray. Miss Quinn Fabray. For what reason do I owe this honor of your call?" Puck almost puked in his mouth. He was like a sappy boyfriend, and he was neither sappy nor her boyfriend. This girl drove him crazy. Still, when he was rewarded with the small laugh of Quinn, he vowed to be as cheesy as possible if it only meant he could hear her happiness.

Tuning into what she was saying, Puck just managed to catch the gist of what Quinn wanted. Without pausing, Puck threw on a pair of jeans, a clean T-shirt, and his letterman jacket. He grabbed his car keys and was out the door within forty-seven seconds of hanging up the call.

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Quinn slid her phone shut as she wrapped the thin fabric closer to her body – Puck had better have heat in his truck. The call with him had went surprisingly well, with him agreeing to save her from "the hell where Satan replicates the sounds of a hundred elephants thudding around to the Electric Slide in a technicolor party" as he put it. She smiled again and barely acknowledged the fact that Puck had made her smile and laugh more times than Finn had ever done in their whole relationship.

Her thoughts were cut short as Puck's truck pulled in view. She bent down to pick up her bag, and a replay of earlier at Glee presented itself. Puck had gotten out of his car and gotten her bag which he placed in the space between the driver and passenger seats. Seeing him hold the truck door open for her, Quinn grinned and embraced the toasty air circulating in the truck. She warmed her hands by the heaters and rotated her body to face Puck when she heard the car door shut. Instead of seeing Puck sitting in front of the wheel though, she saw red and white.

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AN: I know it was short...TBC. please review!