A/N: First fanfiction posted on here in quite a long time. When watching Glee last Tuesday and seeing Quinn demand that Puck give her a "new perfect thing" I got the idea for this. I've got two parts completed and I intend to write more, but it all depends on how much the Glee episodes inspire me. Well, I hope anyone that reads enjoys and I would adore reviews because they make me happy ^_^
There was quite a list of reasons that Quinn found herself driving out of Lima and to Akron. One being that Carmel was in Akron. Of course, that reason didn't do much to explain anything. After all, what reason could she have for going to Carmel? Well, that would be because she knew that Jesse St. James was in Ohio and she could only assume that that's where he was. She had seen him visit Shelby a few days earlier. Not that she was stalking the woman at her house, no, nothing like that. Quinn just happened to be in the neighborhood. Then this leads to another question. Why would she be seeking out Jesse St. James? This was quite simple. After she had spotted Jesse she couldn't help but think how similar he was to Puck. Cocky. A bit of an asshole. Apparently capable of being in love, but at the same time quite ready to completely destroy the girl he claimed to love. And attractive, too, of course. Sure, Jesse wouldn't look good in a mohawk, but lately neither did Puck. Jesse, she thought, might even cry at the thought of his hair being cut into a mohawk.
And that, she was completely convinced, explained her reasoning for driving to Carmel to see Jesse. A little further reasoning being that, if Jesse had all the same traits as Puck, he could certainly be good enough to love her, to help her create a new perfect thing. It was all she could do. Beth was…lost to her. No matter if she told CPS that Shelby was probably sleeping with Puck, they would likely assume that she was just as crazy as Puck thought she was. So Quinn needed a new new plan and Jesse was it.
It took an annoyingly long time to get to Carmel and when Quinn finally pulled into the school's parking lot, she found it surprisingly devoid of range rovers. She remembered hearing about Vocal Adrenaline's "failure" at Nationals and Goolsby's subsequent firing. She guessed that that meant that they weren't getting any ridiculously expensive gifts anymore. As she got out of her car, she looked around the parking lot again and saw one range rover parked far from her car. Must be Jesse's, she thought, rolling her eyes at the SUV. She then quickly headed into the school and down the way to the auditorium, remembering the way from the times they had spied on the group in her sophomore year.
She slowly walked down the aisle, watching as Jesse complained about their performance. She paused about eight rows away from the stage and as she lingered there, Jesse dismissed the frustrated looking high school students. When he turned to walk back down the steps at the side of the stage, he instantly spotted her.
"We really don't welcome members of rival glee clubs to rehearsals."
He sounded annoyed, though Quinn went ahead and made the assumption that he wasn't annoyed with her, but rather with Vocal Adrenaline. After all, his expression looked rather amused and it certainly didn't match his tone. Because of this, Quinn merely shrugged and walked towards the stage.
"Looks to me like rehearsal is over."
His eyes rolled slightly and he reached the first row of seats, sitting down on the arm and waiting for her to reach him.
"I suppose so."
His fingers ran through his curly hair and Quinn decided that it would be quite a shame if someone tried to turn his hair into a mohawk.
"So, what brings you to Carmel, Quinn?"
His eyes on her were amused as he spoke and he watched her closely as she took a seat on the arm of the seat across the aisle from him.
"I was…bored. We just finished 'Yay, Santana's a lesbian' week and all the… 'love'… was making me sick."
The clear bitterness in her voice wasn't because of Santana. She didn't care if she was a lesbian or not. No, her bitterness was directed at the fact that, yet again, the glee club reached out to help anyone but her. A more rational part of her knew that Puck was right. She wasn't in a good place and maybe a little support might help her. But it didn't matter because, one, they didn't care and, two, Quinn knew exactly what she needed to get better. A new baby.
Across from her, Jesse's brow rose. He might not have been around for some time, but he could definitely tell that there was something very wrong with her. She was angry. Clearly, and he couldn't help but think that the fact that she had driven out there because she was bored was a little odd.
"Sounds like fun."
His voice was dry and his eyes rolled again. As he continued to watch her, she crossed her legs, allowing her dress to slide up her leg. His eyes were, of course, drawn to the bit of leg that was revealed by the movement. He realized, a moment later, that he had apparently let his eyes linger on her for just a little too long. When his eyes returned to hers, he saw that she was smirking at him, her brow raised in an almost mischievous expression. Though Jesse doubted that Quinn Fabray could possibly be mischievous.
"Do you know what might actually be fun?"
And, with that question, Quinn wondered if maybe she had gone a little too far. She couldn't just show up and proposition him. She was worth more than that. But…getting straight to the point would get her closer to what she wanted and faster. She remained somewhat concerned when Jesse's brow rose as he looked at her. However, a moment later, his posture relaxed and he, once again, gave her a somewhat amused expression.
"And what might that be?"
Quinn's eyes fluttered slowly and, a moment later, she looked at him somewhat coyly.
"I'm sure you can think of something, St. James."
Her eyes were suddenly drawn to his lips. His tongue had darted out to wet his lips and her body instantly reacted to it- taking it as a sign that he wanted her. She stood and took a few slow steps towards him.
"I'm not sure any of my ideas are appropriate for the Jesus loving Quinn Fabray that I know."
As he spoke, she took the last few steps over to him. Standing in front of him, Quinn let her hands come to rest on his shoulder.
"Yeah? Well, people change."
