I don't own Glee, but I do have fun playing with the characters though. So, this is my first glee fic, and it's a QUICK one. It's a one shot for now, but I have some ideas on how to continue it. So, there. I'm disappointed at how there's a lack of QUICK interaction in S2. So, this is my take on Puck's reaction after the Duet episode.

"Seriously?"

When Puck returned to William McKinley High after his brief stint in juvie, he expected Quinn Fabray to throw her arms around him in delight and then scold him for his stupidity, but not this. Nope, he didn't expect his girl to be hanging around the new kid- the one with the huge mouth. He narrowed his eyes as he watched Quinn, his Quinn, reach up to give f*cking gay Evans a kiss on the cheek. He crushed the slushie cup he held and rushed after her. He's gonna give her a piece of his mind. He paused and looked at the blond boy still staring longingly at his girl, and he changed his direction. Maybe he should give that f*cking idiot a lesson first. No one messes with Puck. And no one steals Puck's baby mama.

Sam stayed in his place, slightly nervous at the murderous look the other jock gave him. "Well, yeah. Quinn's great."

Puck narrowed his eyes as he slammed the locker near Sam's head. "Get your f*cking hands off my girl. No, don't even f*cking think about her."

The blond shrugged, "Yeah, Quinn told me about that. The baby and all. You guys aren't even together."

Puck glared at him harder, as if that would make the blond die in its intensity.

The bell rang and Sam ran off.

"Hey dude! Quinn's free game."

Puck stared at the spot Sam was and came to a conclusion.

Quinn is free game. And he needed to do something about that.

"So... You and the big-mouth, huh?" Puck cornered the Cheerio from entering the music room. "I was gone for like 2 weeks. Two fucking weeks. What the hell happened in those weeks cause the last I know, we were okay."

Quinn sighed, "Puck, the baby's gone."

"And?" He raised an eyebrow up.

"And.." She continued firmly, "What we have... this is done... We need to move on"

"What?"

She breathed slowly and tilted her head to stare at his eyes, "And, you never asked me out. And you keep on flirting with other girls, so, really, we never even started."

"Bullshit!" Puck punched the wall near him, just to control the anger surging his veins.

She lowered her head down, feeling the slightest bit guilty. But she couldn't do this. Puck affected her so much. That wasn't good for her.

Puck was still reeling at how she didn't believe him, that time. He had told her he loved her. How dare she belittle the feelings he had for her! "I told you I love you."

She rolled her eyes, "You love every girl, Puck." She placed a hand on his chest to calm him down, "I didn't get that, then."

As she backed away to enter the room, Puck gripped her arm, "I meant that."

She lifted her eyes to his, "I know. In your own way." She softly removed his tight grip and offered him a hand, "But that isn't enough."

Puck took her hand and gently guided her through the doors, "It will be."

As Quinn went to take a seat, near shit-big mouth Evans, he walked up to Mr. Shu. He needed to let the guy know he was okay and ready to kick Sam's f*cking ass out of glee, after all. He turned and winked at Quinn, and she smiled at him before talking to Evans again. Seriously, what does she see in that guy, anyway?

"Guys! Let's welcome Puck back!"

He could hear Mr. Shu announcing something, but he had his eyes set on his girl. No, that Sam would be out of the picture soon. Quinn is his, and he loves her. She should see that.

He narrowed his eyes as he saw Sam play with Quinn's fingers. His whole caveman attitude coming out. MINE, MINE, MINE.

"Now, let's start." He was startled out of his murderous thoughts by Mr. Shu- which is good, cause he didn't need to go to juvie again, specially if he wants his Quinn back.

"Take a seat, Puck."

He scanned all the empty chairs scattered around the music room. There was one by Berry, then by the Chinese chick. One by Santana- ohh, he was tempted by that one. Hey! a guy doesn't change overnight. But, he loved Quinn. And really, Santana doesn't even hold his interest that much anymore. This is good for his reputation though.

He looked at the last empty chair, by Quinn. She wasn't even looking at him. Santana was, though.

He shook his head.

Although Santana keeps patting the seat next to her, he ignored her. No more taking the easy route.

"Hey Sam!" Sam looked up to hear his name as Puck moved towards his direction, "I'm not going down without a fight."

And he took a seat next to Quinn. He smirked at the dumbfounded blond and winked at his baby mama, "Quinn's mine, fucktard."

Quinn rolled her eyes, and turned to the front where Will was watching amusedly. "Can we start, please?"

Puck smiled. She didn't deny it. He felt so happy and smug he was tempted to stick his tongue out to the confused boy, but he decided against it. His Quinn would be mad at that, and he shouldn't be ruining his chances of getting his girl back where she belongs, with him.