It had been two weeks since, The Incident, and Quinn had spent the entire break being miserable. Part of her wanted to tell Sam but she just couldn't deal with him being all forgiving and understanding, telling her it was okay obviously she would still have some feelings for Puck. So she avoided it, avoided Sam whenever she could.
It was ironic that not only had the President of the Celibacy Club gotten pregnant but she had cheated on both her boyfriends, with the resident Lima Loser of McKinley High.
"Hey." Sam said coming up next to her and grabbing her hand.
"Hey." Quinn said softly, smiling. She fingered the necklace she was wearing. Sam had given it to her it was blue, something to do with that Avatar movie Sam kept talking about.
"I called you last night." Sam said leaning against the locker next to hers.
"I know I'm sorry I was busy with homework. Spanish, Mr. Schue gets that sad puppy dog look when I don't do my homework." Sam laughed and it only made Quinn feel worse.
"Can I escort you to class my lady?" Sam asked offering her his hand. Quinn smiled; sometimes he was just so cute, in a cheesy chick flick way.
They turned and began walking down the hall. Quinn glanced up and she found herself staring into a pair of familiar dark brown eyes.
Sup MILF.
Quinn nearly froze imagining a past confrontation with Puck in this very hallway.
Puck glared at her and Sam's interlocked hands before turning the corner and knocking over three freshmen in the process.
"What's up with Puckerman?" Sam asked motioning towards the now disoriented underclassmen.
"Probably running from Santana. He usually forgets to buy her a Christmas present so he just avoids her until she forgets or buys something for herself." Quinn said quickly, as she stole a quick glance down the hallway towards Puck.
Later
"So, kissed any studs lately? Besides Prince Charming of course." Puck asked coming up to her abruptly after glee rehearsal. They were the only ones left in the room and Quinn quickly glanced towards the door but Mike and Tina were already halfway down the hall their voices fading fast in the empty school.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Quinn said quickly pushing past him.
"Maybe I should refresh your memory with a little repeat performance." Puck shot back following her out of the room and down the empty hallway.
"Please don't, I just ate and I don't want to throw up on my uniform."
"Why are you on your way to see the golden boy? Or maybe you've got another case of morning sickness." Puck asked menacingly. Puck winced as soon as the words left his mouth but he couldn't help it. You hurt me I'll hurt you back.
"Get the hell away from me Puck." Quinn yelled storming down the hall.
"Tell me something Fabrey when we kissed…" Before he could finish Quinn came to a halt and turned towards him with the full force of her icy glare.
"There was no we, YOU kissed me."
"Really? Because I'm pretty sure I remember your tongue…" Quinn pushed him backwards into an empty classroom. "If you wanted to get it on. You could have just said so there's no need to resort to physical violence."
"Let's get something straight, Puckerman. I'm with Sam and that night I was feeling vulnerable about certain things and you were there and in a moment of weakness maybe I gave into some vulnerabilities but it was a one time mistake and it will never happen again." Quinn added extra emphasis to the never in case his testosterone addled brain got confused.
"If you're so with Evans than why were you standing outside my house lying to him on Christmas Eve." Puck challenged.
"Because we have history and I needed someone who understood what I was feeling and you, unfortunately, were that person. Believe me I won't make that mistake again." Quinn turned on her heel, her ponytail whipping around her.
"Nice necklace. Avatar right? Very Quinn Fabrey." Puck knew he'd struck a nerve when Quinn's eyes narrowed. But he didn't stop even as mistake, mistake, mistake flowed through his mind. "Lover boy must really know you if he's buying you jewelry. Last time I checked you don't own anything in silver and you prefer small, simple charms to big, gaudy blue ones."
Quinn just glared at him. He was right; Quinn hated silver and she hated big necklaces. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was right.
"I think it's beautiful." Quinn replied lifting her chin defiantly. Puck approached her predatorily. She was more aware of the size difference between them now. She felt suddenly tiny compared to his large frame.
Puck leaned in close and lowered his lips to her ear. Chills went up and down Quinn's spine as his breath tickled her ear. "Just keep lying to yourself Fabray. We both know the truth." He paused for a moment his lips only inches from hers before turning and exiting the room.
Quinn quickly collected herself and stomped to her car. The truth was something she would ignore until it killed her. She had been doing it for years, especially last year, what was one more truth to add to the pile.
Puck's POV
Puck watched Quinn storm off down the hall. He waited until the outer door slammed before slipping out of the shadows. He really hadn't meant for things to blow up like that. He just really wasn't very good at expressing his emotions. Most of the time he thought emotions were for pussys.
With Quinn though it was different. It was more than her looks or her body (like Santana) or her prudish, chastity that just made him want to ruin her (like with Berry) that drew him to her. Quinn was untouchable, unattainable and that made her so much more appealing.
Plus she was the mother of his daughter and nothing could ever change that.
The truth was that maybe, okay most likely, it was his fault that she had such a shitty year last year. But no matter what he did there was no way to apologize that didn't make it sound like he was just trying to get in her pants. And he thought about it, a lot. He had tried so many times but he just ended up hitting on her or making a comment about how her boobs were bigger or how she had lost all that baby weight so fast.
It wasn't totally his fault. Quinn's walls had walls and then there was some barbed wire around that. Probably some big ass security guards too. Quinn was like an impenetrable fortress. She never let her guard down. Fort Knox had nothing on the blonde head cheerleader.
Puck walked quickly to his truck. He was supposed to be at work at Sheets & Things in an hour, part of his bullshit probation. Like folding sheets and towels for 20 hours a week was going to make him into a better person. If anything it was going to lead him to a life of crime from sheer frustration.
He turned on the radio trying to drown out his thoughts. Than that bullshit Lucky song came on and he slammed the radio off. True he hadn't witnessed the so-called epic, romantic, stunning (Berry's words not his) duet but he could only imagine the sickeningly, sweet sight of Barbie and Ken crooning to one another.
Fuck he had sung for Quinn once but apparently that didn't count for shit.
Nothing he did was ever good enough for her, or anyone else for that matter. A lifetime of badassery and hotness just wasn't enough for a girl like Quinn Fabray. As far as he, and everyone else, were concerned Noah Puckerman would never be good enough for Quinn Fabray. Especially after he knocked her up while she was dating his best friend.
Well, fuck then why should he keep fucking trying. He was a badass, mother fucker (literally, the cougars had been kind this summer) why was he wasting his time on a prude, self-righteous hottie like Quinn Fabray. For all Puck carried Evans could have her.
