Author's Note: Hahaha, another series ;) Wanna know why? BECAUSE I LOVE YOU GUYS. So instead of asking yourselves, "Why does she keep making new stores?" tell yourself "She loves us." :) n I do. Just so you know, some characters in here are made up (Frank). Anyway, I'm still gonna continue on my old ones, but ya know, I had this idea n I just HAD to make it. There's a mini summary thing in the ya know thing that u c before you click on the story, but I'll tell ya here too. Pretty much Quinn hasn't found the right guy ever, and she turns down every guy that asks her out, including Puck, until a decision changes that. Will her dating Puck create tension between her and her friends, AND her social life? ;) Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Idk why I hafta write this, but I don't own Glee. If I did Sam WOULD NOT HAVE given Quinn that promise ring, NO MATTER HOW SWEET IT WAS :( Don't get me wrong it was super adorable, but come on! Bring Puck/Quinn back! Lmao!

Quinn walked through the halls of McKinley High School with her closest friends Santana and Brittany. As they walked down the hall, people in front of them quickly moved to the side as fast as possible to make room. Quinn was the queen of McKinley High, and captain of the Cheerios. Her friends Santana and Brittany were known as her "posse". Brittany didn't know what that meant, but for years Santana's been sneakily trying to make her way to queen and overthrow Quinn, little did Quinn know. Known as the queen and hottest girl in school, Quinn was also known as a heartbreaker. Not that she ever went out with anyone, because she didn't. She literally turned down every guy that asked her out, which was a lot.

Before Quinn could continue walking with Santana and Brittany behind her, she was stopped by a cute guy named Frank. Everyone adored Frank. He had light brown hair, sky blue eyes, and the cutest dimples. He had a big, pearly white smile he liked to show off, which could make any girl go weak in the knees. Frank was known as the sweetheart of the school, but didn't have a very big social life. He liked to keep things personal and private, to himself, so for him to ask out a girl would be really rare.

"Hey Quinn," Frank started. He was showing off his big smile as he played with his fingers.

"Hey Frank. What's up?" Quinn replied.

"I just wanted to tell you…there's that new pizza place that opened, Italy Café. I heard they have amazing pizzas and pastas, and I really wanted to check it out. Would you maybe…wanna go…with me?" You could tell Frank was nervous, which was really weird for him. Frank was a go with the flow kind of guy.

"No," Quinn flatly pointed out. "I have this thing. Sorry." And with that, she left Frank behind and continued her walk down the hall with Santana and Brittany.

"What was that all about? He's HAWT," Santana pointed out.

"Not my type," Quinn replied nonchalantly as she kept walking.

"He's EVERYBODY'S type. What is that? Like the 5th guy to ask you out this week!"

"6th, but who's counting?" Quinn smirked.

"Are you GAY! What is your problem! You NEVER go on dates!" Santana shot.

"That's because all the boys in high school are either pervs or idiots. If I'm gonna date someone, he's gonna be an older man."

"You have every guy at school eating out of the palm of your hand, and that doesn't wanna make you go nuts? Try each one on for size?"

"Not really. Now walk faster. We have Cheerios practice," Quinn changed the subject.

That night, Quinn, her father, and her mother were gathered around the dinner table, candles lighting the scene, holding hands and saying grace. After their prayer, they started digging in to the filet mignon, vegetables, and mashed potatoes Quinn's mom had prepared.

"So, Quinny. How was school?" Judy, Quinn's mom, asked.

"Ok, I guess." Quinn stabbed a piece of cooked carrot with her fork.

"Any boys you like?" Quinn's dad asked.

"Gee, that's not awkward dad," Quinn replied sarcastically.

"Well, you can't blame me for asking. I haven't seen you on one date since like, 8th grade. Don't you like anybody?"

"Dad, all the guys at my school are pigs and slobs and I'm not into that."

"There hasta be one that's not. I'm telling you Quinn, I'm a bit worried. You need to get out more, and if a guy's interested, you can't judge him. You need to give him a change, or you'll never know."

Quinn thought about this. He had a point. But she couldn't imagine ever dating a guy from William McKinley. A couple guys were cute: Finn, Sam, Frank…but there wasn't much. That Jacob Ben Israel was one creepy guy. He'd asked to get into her pants a few times…

"Well?" Quinn's dad interrupted her thoughts.

"Hmm?" Quinn looked up.

"Promise me the next time someone's interested, you won't judge a book by its cover. You never know what could be hidden inside the pages."

Quinn didn't wanna disappoint her father. Reluctantly, she nodded.

The next day at school, Quinn remembered her promise to her dad. Not that she thought anyone was gonna ask her out or anything, but ya never know. She gathered her books out of her locker and heard a voice next to her.

"Locker 242. Here we are," the voice clarified.

Quinn shut her locker to see who it was. He didn't look like anyone she knew, and she knew all the guys here. As soon as the slamming of her locker sounded, the unknown person lifted his head to see where it was coming from. In front of him he saw Quinn.

"Hey." He spotted her taking out a book that didn't belong to her. "You own that locker you breakin in?" The unknown person asked.

"Own, even though I'm not too shabby with a nail file." Quinn retorted.

The unknown person had to smile and continued filling his locker with books.

"Who are you?" Quinn continued. "I haven't seen you around here."

"Call me Puck," Puck said, not taking his eyes off his locker and books. "What about you blondie?"

"Quinn."

"Hot." He continued shoving stuff in his locker. His football bag, socks, lunch…

"Are you new?" Quinn asked, removing her mind from the items he was stuffing in his locker.

"Is it that obvious?"

"Considering the fact you announced your locker number when you got here, yea it is."

Puck smirked. "Glad you liked the performance." He finished loading his locker and slammed it shut. He leaned against his locker and looked at her. "Willing to stay for the after party?" he winked.

"Aw, so tempting. Completely would, but I have geometry," Quinn snapped sarcastically. She smirked and walked away. Did he just ask her out? He didn't really say it…so it didn't count. At least, Quinn thought it didn't count. But…he was kinda hot…, Quinn thought. She tried to erase the memory from her head, but couldn't.