The Hardest Challenge Yet
By: sofiajedi
My life is the best. Puck smiled smugly as he strode down the hallway. There is nothing that could make it better. Puck almost believed this to be true. Almost
Puck's life was nearly perfect. He was still the toughest man around. When he walked the hallways, sporting his newly re-grown Mohawk, the crowds parted in front of him. It was with impassive confidence that he watched those wimpy nerds scurry about, nearly tripping over their stupid-ass shoes trying to keep him calm.
Puck chuckled, recalling another perk of being in this body. All the girls still loved him. He knew even that stuck-up Rachel looked at him sometimes when she wasn't making goo-goo eyes with Finn. And some girls did even more than look. He felt his body grow hot as he remembered what he and Santana had done today, the very memory making him restless.
Yup, nothing is missing. Nothing at a— Puck's internal mistruth was cut off as he turned a corner, and was practically slapped in the face by what was missing in his life. Quinn.
Yes, Quinn. Puck may have been her baby-daddy, but they could not have been farther apart. They might have been on the way to rebuilding their relationship when Beth was born, but after Shelby took her away, whatever linked them together was long gone.
However, Puck was shaken out of his musings by the matter at hand. Puck knew that Quinn had been changed enough by Glee that she would never be a Cheerio again. Since she would never be part of the in-crowd again, Puck thought he would never see this again. Quinn. Matt. Together. Holding hands. But worst of all: laughing.
Laughing. Quinn was laughing. She never laughed. Before Beth she hadn't exactly been a bundle of cheer, but after she was downright miserable, totally killing his buzz. He was usually happy, but whenever he looked at her pale face, it gave him this sick feeling in his stomach. He hated this feeling because it always made him feel bad about himself, which he never usually did.
It hurt Puck to see her shrunken by him and his offspring leeching the life out of her. Quinn missed Beth, and Puck knew she thought about him all the time. Except maybe now when she was laughing and frolicking about with Matt! Matt? Why Matt? Why the fuck had Matt been the one to hold her? Why should he be the one to make her laugh?
Puck was furious. He was outraged, but he was somehow frozen in place, unable to move as he was forced to watch Quinn dance about, with her golden hair swinging around her like a halo. She clung to Matt's hand as he pulled her into the choir room, both of them laughing for no damn reason; it annoyed the hell out of Puck.
As soon as the two of them finished acting like preschoolers and finally got into the choir room, Puck was finally able to move his limbs. He was both scared and compelled to get closer to the choir room. Eventually morbid curiosity and a masochistic streak forced Puck to walk up to the door, and peer through the window.
When Puck looked in he saw Quinn and Matt settling down. He sat her on the comfiest chair there was, the "gentleman." Then, Matt proceeded to fetch his guitar. His guitar? Matt was gonna play Quinn a song? That is so retarded thought Puck with particular venom. I would never do something so sappy! Rolling his eyes, Puck adjusted himself to get a better view as he watched Matt stand right in front of Quinn as he adjusted his guitar. Then, even though Puck had to strain to hear it, Matt began to speak in an awkward bumbling way: "I don't really know this sort of music, but, uhhhhhhh. I heard you mention once that you loved it, so…" Then Matt commenced to sing:
Every time I see your smile it makes my heart beat fast.
And though it's much too soon to tell I'm hoping this will last.
'Cause I just always wanna have you right here by my side.
The future's near, but never certain.
At least stay here for just tonight.
I must have done something right to deserve you in my life.
I must have done something right along the way.
I just can't get you off my mind, and why would I even try?
even when I close my eyes, I dream about you all the time.
I just always wanna have you right here by my side.
The future's near, but never certain.
So please stay here for just tonight.
I must have done something right to deserve you in my life.
I must have done something right along the way.
Even if the moon fell down tonight...
There'd be nothing to worry about at all because you make the whole world shine.
As long as you're here everything will be alright.
I must have done something right to deserve you in my life.
I must have done something right along the way
As the last dulcet guitar cords faded away, Puck kept his eyes glued to Quinn's face. He had observed in the beginning in hopes of seeing her sweet indulgent smile loose its caring glow and turn harsh. However, as the ridiculous sentimental lyrics droned on, the awaited-for cold rejection never came. Quinn's countenance just grew softer, and her eyes grew warm. As soon as Matt's girly voice faded away, Quinn leaned forward, and did the unthinkable. She kissed him. She KISSED him. SHE KISSED THAT MOTHER-FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!
Puck was livid. He was infuriated. He could no longer control his anger. As he saw Quinn wrap her arms around Matt's neck, he clenched his fists, preparing himself for denting Matt's face. When Puck caught a glimpse of tongue, it became too much. Puck was pissed. Puck was really pissed, and Matt was gonna pay.