"I didn't even know we had a home ec room."
His voice was crystal clear and Quinn froze momentarily, eyes trained on the the paper she was about to put down for the cupcake. He moved around the island and came up beside her, asking what everything set out was for. She hadn't really gone out of her way to talk to him since calling him a Lima Loser. She'd been out of line and she knew it. But at the same time, she was Quinn Fabray. Admitting that wasn't going to be easy.
"Ingredients for cupcakes...For the stupid bake sale."
Quinn heard Puck sigh and before she knew it, he was grabbing her hand, placing money within her palm. She didn't know why he was doing this. Why he was trying so hard to prove something that she kept saying she didn't care about. Was it the truth? Not exactly. She counted the money and gave it back to him.
"I told you before, I don't care if that baby comes out with a mohawk, I will go to my grave swearing it was Finn's."
It was simple. Quinn didn't get why he couldn't understand that. The words he spoke next had a smile coming to her face, a grin that she really couldn't help as he placed his hand against her shoulder. "It would be pretty awesome if it came out with a mohawk." His voice was soft and it sent shivers down her spine. Everything that happened next seemed to have gone by in a blur. She cracked an egg over his head, he threw flour at her. This wasn't exactly the way baking was supposed to go, but neither one of them really cared.
They stopped after a few moments, both equally covered in baking ingredients. The smile was on both of there faces and there was something about the way that Puck was looking at her that had her wanting to move closer. She smiled up at him. This was the first time she had genuinely laughed in what felt like forever. Then again, Puck had always had that power over her. He could make her laugh when all she wanted to do was cry.
Puck was looking at Quinn with a soft expression, one that spoke volumes of unspoken love. Before he even fully registered what he was doing, he dipped his head, pausing briefly to give her time to pull back. But when she didn't, he pressed his lips to hers in a gentle kiss. He didn't care that she was with his best friend and he didn't care then that she'd said she would go to her grave swearing the baby was Finn's. All that mattered was this moment. The way his body ignited from the simple brush of lips.
How long they were like that, neither knew, but Quinn was the first to pull away. She couldn't believe what she had just done. But at the same time, it hadn't felt wrong. She knew in that moment who it was she was supposed to be with. Just as she knew why it was she wasn't with him. Before another word could be said, Finn's voice broke through.
"What the hell?"
Quinn and Puck both looked like guilty teenagers that had been caught red handed, but Finn was too thick to know that. So instead, Quinn put on a fake smile and spoke cheerfully. "We're baking!" She watched as Finn's eyes darted around, resting on Puck for a moment before looking back to her and then the mess. "I can see that."
Quinn brought her bottom lip into her mouth and glanced at Puck. "I'm gonna go change," he said, looking a little upset as he moved out of the home ec room. When Finn moved closer, Quinn took a step back. She knew she needed to break it off with him. She didn't want to hurt Finn, but the baby was Puck's. And that kiss had been more than enough to make her weak in the knees. Swallowing down her fear, her eyes lifted to look at his. "Finn, we need to talk."
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