Summary: "Deleted" or "missing" Quick scenes from every episode of Glee starting from Episode 1.01 – "Pilot" and continuing onward. Sometimes there will be a few "scenes" and other times, there will be one per chapter "episode."
Rating: M for a few adult situations, and likely some potty mouth from Puck.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters. I am merely borrowing them for my stories. That is all.

A/N: For those of my readers who are waiting for me to update my other story, "Woah, Mama!" I will be updating that very soon. This story has just been bouncing around my mind for a long time. I couldn't leave it alone any longer!

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Episode 1.01 – "Pilot"
Quinn stood above the auditorium watching her boyfriend of four months dance around the stage singing with the bane of her existence. She could just hit someone, and if she were any closer to the happy little couple, she'd take a swing at the both of them. The smiles on their faces disgusted her, and she couldn't take it any longer.

"I'm leaving," Quinn bit out snootily towards Coach Sylvester and Santana before spinning on her heel and walking back out the way that she came in.

As she made her way into the main hallway, Quinn rolled her eyes at the smirking face that she was met with.

"Puckerman," she snapped before pushing him out of the way, and continuing on her walk to the school's entrance. She could feel the heat of his stare on the back of her neck as she walked, and it irked her. "What do you want?"

Puck fell into step beside her as they made their way out into the parking lot. He shrugged one shoulder in response to her question. "I 'dunno," he answered before dragging the back of his fingers up her left arm. "Maybe to hang out? We haven't done that in a few weeks."

Quinn stopped walking abruptly before turning to face him. "That's because it's not a good idea, Puck," she responded in a hushed tone. She looked around as if she were searching for something or maybe even in an attempt to make sure that no one was around to hear their conversation. "I'm with Finn now. I can't cheat on him."

Puck rolled his eyes at her attempt. "You were with him when we made out two weeks ago, Quinn," he whispered back. "And by the looks of things, Finn and that Rachel chick are already eye-fucking each other. It won't be long until they're actually fucking, and then what? You will have turned down a fun time for a guy who isn't even taking you seriously."

Quinn raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, and smirked. "And you do take me seriously," she asked in a mocked tone before pivoting on her heel again and attempting to walk off.

She didn't make it a step and a half before Puck had a firm but gentle hold on her elbow. He stepped up closely behind her, and bent his head so that his lips lingered just above her ear. "I told you it wasn't like that, Fabray. It's different with you, ok?"

They stood for a few minutes in complete silence. Puck's grip on Quinn's arm had loosened, but she wasn't making any more attempts to walk away from him. Finally, after what felt like forever, Quinn's back straightened and she turned to face the 'bad boy' behind her.

"Come over tonight at six. My parents will be out at a Bible study – probably until after midnight – so we'll have the house to ourselves." When Puck's trademark smirk slid back into place, Quinn pushed him gently while a smirk curved onto her own face. "I'll see you then," she said, turning and walking back toward the doors. "Don't be late, and don't forget the strawberry wine coolers. They're my favorite," Quinn called over her shoulder before she was gone.

Shoving his hands into his pockets and hurrying out to his truck, a true smile appeared on Puck's face. That feisty girl was becoming his favorite thing about life.

Puck was parked in the driveway of Quinn's house, palms uncharacteristically sweating, with a 6-pack of strawberry wine coolers in the passenger seat of his beat up pick-up truck at 5:55pm.

Not that Quinn had noticed because she was busy cleaning her bedroom, reapplying her make-up and making sure that her legs were still as perfectly smooth as they had been before she'd left for school that morning. She'd contemplated changing out of her cheerios uniform, but decided against it when she remembered that Puck liked the way she looked in it.

When the doorbell rang at precisely 6 o'clock, Quinn darted down the stairs with more of a bounce in her step then she'd had earlier in the afternoon.

It wasn't like Quinn was particularly proud of what she was doing. Cheating on Finn had never been a part of her plan. She'd just started this…thing…with Puck before she'd started dating Finn. She'd liked this thing with Puck before Finn came along, but being part of a school that expected her to always be the "Head Bitch in Charge," and a family that expected her to keep a "good girl" image, dating Finn had seemed like the right thing to do. It wasn't like she didn't care about him either. Quinn cared deeply for Finn, but she had a feeling that he was dating her for a lot of the same reasons that she had begun dating him. Appearances guided their relationship heavily. Besides, Finn seemed to be pretty preoccupied by that other girl in glee club now, and before that, he was preoccupied with football and with his friends.

This thing that she had started with Puck had just taken control of her. She knew his reputation, but he always seemed different with her. All they'd done so far – over the last five months – was make out, and though Quinn was sure that Puck always wanted things to go further, he'd never pressured her. He'd always stopped when she had told him to, and he'd never seemed angry or annoyed about it. He just accepted it, and was always reassuring her about it being "fine" with him that she didn't want to take things further – saying that it "wasn't just another hook-up for him." It may be a stupid thing to do, but Quinn believed Puck when he said that.

And tonight felt different to her. Tonight, Quinn decided that she wasn't going to fight it. Puck always made her feel safe and comfortable, and she was sure that she'd never felt this way with anyone else.

So after taking a deep, calming breathe, Quinn opened the door and greeted Puck with a genuine smile that he returned eagerly. Before he could even say "hey," she'd pressed her lips to his and pulled him into the house.

When the door shut and locked behind them, Puck pulled away from Quinn. On his face was an expression of complete surprise, but he recovered quickly with his trademark smirk and a joke. "Well, well, well – someone's eager tonight. What's with the change of heart, Fabray," Puck asked with one eyebrow cocked up ridiculously high on his forehead.

Quinn chuckled and then shrugged. "I'm just feeling a little bold tonight is all."

They fell silent for a minute, Puck's eyes studying hers carefully, while his fingers began running gentle patterns up and down her upper left arm. Something was different with her now. Quinn's eyes held a sense of boldness in them that Puck was starting to think would work in both their favors if she'd let it.

"Why don't we go up to my room," Quinn finally asked, breaking the silence. She didn't give Puck a chance to answer before she was taking hold of his hand and pulling him up the stairs behind her.

Puck suddenly felt uncharacteristically nervous. He'd even been contemplating turning around and leaving Quinn's house since he'd parked his truck in her parents' driveway. He'd never do that though. Not just because it was terrible for his badass reputation (which it was), and not just because he felt bad about doing this with his best friend's girlfriend (which he did). It was because he felt a crazy pull toward this girl that he couldn't put a word to. Actually, he could, but he wasn't going to. No way was the 'L' word ever going to be used by the Puckasaurus – even within a chamber of torture (unless it was that Chinese water torture stuff because that shit was crazy) – unless it was directed toward his mother or his sister. Even if it were true. It kind of terrified him, and that was way he'd been contemplating turning and running for his life in the direction of his home right then and there.

He didn't, though. He followed Quinn up the stairs of her parents' house and then into her bedroom. He let her shut the door behind them and lock it, and then he let her pull him toward her bed because of that damn pull that he had towards her. It was both frightening and awesome at the same time. Quinn Fabray was going to be the death of him. Seriously.

"Why are you so quiet," she asked, turning to take a wine cooler from the pack Puck had forgotten he'd been carrying this entire time. Quinn twisted the cap off, and took a long sip from the bottle making Puck have to hold back a girly moan just from the sight of it. She kind of ruined the hot moment with a statement that she used a lot when they were in situations like this. "These are going to go straight to my hips. Coach Sylvester says I'm already fat enough."

"Oh shut up," Puck interrupted with conviction. "Sue's such a dumbass. You're not fat." He eagerly gulped from the same bottle when she offered before quickly slanting his lips over Quinn's to get the same strawberry taste from them. She groaned and reached to still him when he pulled away to finish the bottle. "And I was only being quiet because I'm thinking about getting that hot little body of yours under mine," Puck answered her earlier question. He ran the tip of his tongue along Quinn's bottom lip and groaned deep within his throat then she pulled him by the shoulders to lie down on top of her. "It's been way too long since I've had you like this," he murmured, his voice deep and husky into her ear.

Feeling his breath on her ear sent shivers through Quinn's body, and an aching heat down to her core. Her thoughts went foggy, but she did recall agreeing with him before she pulled Puck away from her ear and back to her lips. She moaned, her back arching up and gripping his biceps when he dipped his tongue into her mouth. Her foggy mind cleared, suddenly when she felt Puck's hand run along her uncovered thigh. She pushed him away. "I can't do this."

"Yes you can," Puck said reassuringly before reaching over to her side table. "Have another wine cooler," he suggested, grabbing another bottle for them to share.

"I'm president of the celibacy club. I took a vow," Quinn interrupted. Doubts were starting to cloud into her thoughts. Though she really wanted to take this step with him, she was terrified.

"So did Santana and Brittany, and I did them," Puck reminded helpfully, though it wasn't that helpful.

Quinn chose to ignore that reminder because she knew that he'd meant it in a nicer way, and instead she put her biggest reason on the table. "What about Finn? He's your best friend."

"C'mon, we're in high school," Puck started. "You think either one of us is gonna give a damn about Finn in three years?" Not that he didn't care about Finn. Puck was afraid of hurting him just like Quinn was, but he'd never felt this way about a girl before. Nothing and no one was going to get in the way of this. Instead of saying that aloud, he went with the slightly rude comment about Finn. It was a statement that sounded more "Puck-like" and not "Noah-like."

Quinn tried to convey her fears to him with her eyes before breathing a long sigh and closing her eyes for a moment.

Puck obviously got the message, and continued speaking. "Life's just a bunch of experiences, ya know?" He wrapped his arms around her a little tighter than before. "You don't get a metal at the finish line for being good. You just get dead."

Quinn let out a long sigh, kind of loving him for what he said. It actually helped. "Okay, but you can't tell anybody. I can't let it spread around," she said against his lips.

"Our secret, baby," Puck answered before pressing another kiss to her lips.

Quinn pulled back once more when another concern popped into her head. "What about protection?"

"I got it. Trust me," Puck answered with confidence. He looked down, knowing that she was just looking for some reassurance because she was nervous about her first time. He contemplated telling her exactly how he felt, but given that he was a badass and didn't use words like love, he looked into her eyes and tried to convey his feelings through something he always said to her when they were in situations like this. "This isn't just another hook-up for me."

Quinn knew that he was serious when he said that, and quickly went back to kissing him passionately. Her eyes rolled back when she felt Puck's lips run across her neck, and she sighed. "Tell me one more time," she asked, knowing that he knew exactly what she was referring to.

Puck pulled his lips away from her neck and whispered "you're not fat" before hungrily attacking her neck again.

Their kisses quickly progressed to passionate, and before long, Quinn was pushing Puck's shirt up and then off of his body a moment later. Though she'd seen and even felt him shirtless before, Quinn stared in awe of him as she ran her fingers gently down Puck's chest and abs causing his breath to catch. When her fingers made their way toward his belt buckle, they were gently brushed away.

"Not yet, babe," Puck said, placing a gently kiss on her forehead before reaching behind Quinn's back and pulling the zipper to her cheerios top down. "I want to get your top off first," he explained before helping her pull the top over her head, revealing nothing underneath but skin.

Quinn tried to cover herself up, but was quickly stopped by Puck's gentle hands. She laid back against the pillows at his silent encouragement, and then moaned loudly when his mouth went straight to her chest making her forget about all of her self-consciousness.

"Do you like that, baby," Puck murmured, his mouth hovering over the ridge between her breasts, causing her to arch up toward his hot breath. Puck chuckled quietly and then his mouth descended to catch her left nipple between his lips while his hands traveled south.

"Oh gosh…yes," Quinn cried out, dragging her fingers through the strip of hair on his head. Her breath caught when she felt her cheerios skirt being flipped above her hips and then her bloomers being pulled off along with her panties. Her legs fell open wider when she felt Puck's mouth traveling south and his hands traveling north – from her ankles to her thighs.

Puck blew gently onto Quinn's clit, causing her to moan loudly and him to smirk. "That's right, Q," he said huskily, pausing to let his tongue travel from her left hip bone to her right. He chuckled when her hips thrust upward against her own accord. "You're aching for me, aren't you?" Puck dragged the tip of his tongue from her clit down to her slit. "Mmm," he moaned against her skin. "You are. You're dripping already."

Quinn moaned something inaudible, and draped her legs over Puck's shoulders, digging her heels into his back. She'd never felt anything even remotely this good before. Not when she was succumbing to self-pleasure at night in the privacy of her bedroom, and definitely not at the hands – or mouth, rather – of a man. She let the tips of her fingers push Puck's head further between her legs, hinting that she wanted him to keep going, and almost screamed out in pleasure when he didn't disappoint.

Puck flicked his tongue across Quinn's clit quickly before taking it gently between his teeth to nibble at it, and then repeated the whole thing over again. He settled one hand across her lower belly to keep her in place, and then brought his other hand between her legs. Puck lifted his gaze and caught Quinn's heated stare before gently easing a finger between her lower lips.

"Puck," Quinn cried out, closing her eyes tightly against the already overwhelming sensations that she was feeling. "Oooh, that feels so good," she moaned in a voice that was so sensual, she didn't recognize it herself. She could feel her breathe hitching and that deep burn that she loved building quickly to an end.

Feeling Quinn's muscles flutter as a signal that she was reaching the edge, Puck quickly added a second finger, and crooked it in a "come hither" motion once…twice… and then abruptly stopped. He chuckled loudly when she groaned in protest and began digging her heels into his back to get him to stay.

"No! Don't stop," Quinn cried out, arching up toward him. "I was almost there," she said with a pout that was lame even to her.

"Don't worry, babe. You'll be flyin' over the edge in a few minutes. Don't you worried," Puck said huskily before he stood up and quickly shed himself of the rest of his clothes. He smirked when Quinn's mouth went slack and eyes grew wide at the sight of him. "Like what you see, Q?"

"Mmhmm," she answered through her lustful haze.

Puck bent down to rid Quinn of her cheerleading skirt and then felt his eyes dilate and his dick stand to full attention. Their gazes locked as he settled himself between her still open thighs causing both of them to moan loudly at the bare contact between their most intimate parts.

Quinn shakily wrapped her arms and then her legs around Puck, gripping his biceps nervously in anticipation.

"You nervous," Puck asked, and then placed one hand comfortingly behind her head before letting his other trail lightly from her breasts to her stomach, leaving a blazing trail everywhere he touched.

"A little bit," Quinn answered quietly, sneaking a peek down toward his rather large nether region. She was half turned on and half wondering whether it'd even fit inside of her.

"Look at me, Quinn," Puck whispered. When her gaze snapped back up to his, he gave her a reassuring nod. "Do you still want to do this? We can stop if you don't. I may be a total player, but I'm not an asshole. I won't force you."

Quinn stared up into Puck's eyes, searchingly them for any sign of untruth. Comforted by the fact that she didn't find any there, she wrapped herself tighter around him. "I don't want to stop," she answered, and pulled him down to meet her lips.

Unlike the rest of the kisses that they'd shared that afternoon, this one was slow, reassuring, and almost…loving (though neither one of them would ever admit to it aloud. At least not right now).

Puck pulled away from the kiss, shifted his weight slightly and then lined his length up with Quinn's entrance. He resumed their slow, sensual kiss before pushing his length slowly forward, cringing when Quinn cried out in pain as he pushed through her innocence. He stilled when he was completely inside her to the hilt.

"Puck…," Quinn whimpered against his lips, closing her eyes when a few tears betrayed her by running down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry," Puck whispered, placing chaste kisses against Quinn's closed eyelids, forehead and damp cheeks. He gritted his teeth against the urge to move fast inside of her gripping heat. "I'll go slow, ok? It'll get better."

Quinn just nodded, burying her face into his neck, and whimpering quietly when he began moving slowly out and then just as slowly back inside. After a few thrusts like this, with Puck going achingly slow and holding her closely with both arms, Quinn's pain began giving way to pleasure.

When Quinn finally pulled away from his neck, moaned loudly and then rested her head back in his hand that was still waiting against the pillow, Puck smiled genuinely down at her. "Feel better," he asked, leaning down to kiss her lips again. He briefly wondered if it was a bad thing that he already missed kissing her when it had only been a minute.

"Mmhmm," Quinn moaned, arching up to meet one of his thrusts. "It feels good now," she said, running her nails across his shoulder blades causing Puck to feel a shiver down his spine.

"That's good, baby," Puck moaned from deep within his throat.

He picked up his pace a little bit, and began kissing her in that place under her ear that she liked which caused Quinn to begin meeting him stroke for stroke, crying out in ecstasy. He could feel his balls and lower stomach tightening up in unmistakable warning, so he brought a hand down to rub her clit. He didn't want to let go before she did, but her tight heat was about to make him embarrass himself.

"Mmm Puck," Quinn cried out when he did. "I'm getting close! Don't stop!" Her breath was becoming shallow, and she could feel her muscles tightening impossibly around him. A moment later, Quinn was throwing her head back against Puck's hand, which was still there ready to catch her, and came undone.

"Oh…," Puck trailed off in surprise at how hard and fast she had come undone. He wasn't expecting that and, feeling himself start to come, had to pull out quickly before he completely let go inside of her. "Fuck," he bit out, coming all over the inside of Quinn's thigh.

Quinn, still caught in the hazy aftermath of her orgasm, had barely noticed, and still would not relinquish her hold on Puck's upper body when he began to pull away. "Where are you going," she pouted pitifully.

"I'm getting something to clean us off with, baby," Puck answered, placing a kiss against her lips because she was just too adorable (hot, he corrected his thoughts) to resist, and then ran to her attached bathroom. When he emerged a moment later with a warm, damp wash cloth, he smiled at the blissful look on Quinn's face. He stepped forward to help clean off.

When she noticed the wetness against her thigh, Quinn's blissfulness turned to worry as she sat up to see what Puck was cleaning from her. Her eyes widened, and her gaze shot up to meet his. "You didn't use a condom," she asked in alarm. "You didn't…inside me, did you?"

Puck chuckled at her worry. "No, babe, don't worry," he answered. "I pulled out. I just got it on your leg – that's all. Trust me, Q."

Quinn stared at him, worry still evident in her gaze, for a few moments before relaxing a little bit. "Ok," she said quietly.

Puck put the washcloth back in the bathroom and then came back to rest beside Quinn on the bed. "So…," he began hesitantly (which wasn't normal for him – see what he meant about her having this hold on him?). "Was it good?"

Quinn nodded with a sure smile on her face. "Was I good," she asked a little more hesitantly.

Puck dipped his head to catch her nipple playfully into his mouth, and chuckled when Quinn gasped. "You were perfect," he spoke, trailing kisses from her chest up to her lips. He grabbed her waist and then playfully rolled over so that she was on top of him.

After a little while of kissing with playful smiles on their faces, Quinn caught site of the click and her smirk quickly died. "Oh no," she cried, sitting up. "It's 11 o'clock, Puck!"

"So?" Puck reached up to pull back down on top of him. "That's ok, baby," he said against her lips. "We can still make out."

"No," Quinn answered, slapping him on the chest and getting up to stand. She groaned at the aching muscles in her back and thighs. "My parents are going to be home in like…less than an hour. You have to leave!" She quickly put on her bathrobe that had been hanging behind her bedroom door. "Now, Puck!"

"Ok, ok," Puck answered, standing up and following her lead by getting dressed. He blatantly took his time like the smart ass that he is, mainly because he wanted to keep doing what they were doing before. That had been fun. Getting dressed was a lot less fun. "So…," he began hesitantly as he finally put his arms into his letterman jacket. "What um…what does this make us now, Q? Are you gonna break up with the jolly teenage giant or what?" (He inwardly cringed at how much of a girl this conversation had made him out to be.)

Quinn stared down at her feet for a while, apparently finding her toenails extremely interesting before finally looking up to meet his gaze. "No…Puck, I'm not."

"Why, though?" He had to ask. She obviously didn't see much in the guy if she was willing to continue this…thing…between them, whatever it was. "Why can't you just dump Finn, huh? It's not like the guy is some huge catch. He's dumb as rocks, Quinn, and he obviously doesn't get you as hot in the pants as I do," Puck said huskily before reaching out to run a hand down her arm.

Quinn slapped it away and then backed up quickly. "I just…can't, Puck. You wouldn't understand."

Puck's eyes blazed. Of course he hand to open his big fucking mouth and ruin their night with questions. It's not like they weren't warranted, though. He'd put a lot of work into this…thing…that they had, and Finn was just putting a gigantic damper on it. "Oh I understand. Of course I fuckin' understand. You and Mr. Fuckin' Perfect are both too caught up in damn popularity to ever give up on that shit. Why can't you see that you mean more to me that you do to him? He's falling all over that fuckin' singing chick after knowing her for what? A week? You and I have had this thing going since before you were even with Finn! I could just blow the whole cover and tell him about the whole fucking thing." As the threat left his mouth and Quinn's eyes widened, Puck knew that he had said the wrong thing. This whole situation was entirely fucked up, though. How could she do what she did with him tonight and then go back to wanting Finn five seconds later?

"Finn and I just want the same things out of life, Puck. If that's popularity right now, then so be it. I don't see you striving to do anything now or ever with yourself, Puck." Quinn knew that that was a low blow, but so was his threat. She was just confused. Didn't he see that? This night was a big deal for her, but so was her relationship and being on top at school. She saw what happened when you weren't popular at McKinley High School. Quinn Fabray was not about to let that happen to her. She couldn't take getting slushied every day. She liked that people parted the halls when she walked by and feared her when their stare met hers. "Maybe we should just end this whole thing," she finally said in barely a whisper.

Puck's eyes widened. They argued all the time. The hot and cold thing was part of their relationship. He never expected for her to want to end it. Sure she'd said it before, but she'd never been serious. This time she looked fucking serious. "What? No, Quinn. That's not what I meant," he said, stepping toward her. He stopped when she began stepping back away from him.

Quinn was quiet for a few minutes. When she finally got up the courage and strength to raise her gaze to Puck's she looked completely sure of herself (even though she wasn't). "I want you to leave, Puck. I'm not kidding. It's over."

Puck knew that there was no use in fighting her on it. Not tonight at least. It had been a big one for the both of them. His shoulders slumped under an invisible weight, and he nodded with his gaze on the ground. He opened his mouth to speak, but decided against it. His voice wasn't going to be steady right now, and he did not want Quinn to be able to hold that against him right now. He just picked up the rest of his strawberry wine coolers and walked out silently.

When Quinn heard the front door slam, and Puck's truck back out of her driveway, she threw herself under the covers of her bed and tried to fall asleep. She also tried as hard as she could to ignore the tears on her cheeks and the smell of Puck's cologne on her sheets.