Quinn
"It's been ages since you've been to a party" Santana said.
"You have to come" Brittany begged.
"No" Quinn said, pulling her clothes on in the locker room.
"Sam can come too!"
"I just don't want to."
"Why? Is it about Puck?" Santana asked, raising her eyebrows.
"No, god no. I just don't feel like holding back your hair while you puke."
"I never puke" Brittany said, looking hurt.
"Look" Santana said. "Brittany is finally ditching her crippled boyfriend for one night, can't you ditch your attitude for just one night as well? We never get to spend time together anymore, all three of us."
Quinn sighed.
"Fine. But I'm leaving if you get wasted."
"Sure."
Brittany jumped up and hugged Quinn.
"It's going to so much fun" she giggled.
She took her bag and ran out of the locker room. They heard her crash into a wall and a faint "ouch".
"You finally got her to dump Artie?" Quinn asked, pulling out to make-up bag.
"No, but he's busy this weekend so we get her for two days."
"Maybe you should hide your jealously better" Quinn said.
"Don't talk to me about being jealous" Santana said in a warning tone. "I'm not the one who keeps punishing freshmen."
"Fine."
The party was at a football player's house. The rooms were packed; girls were dancing on the tables, the boys peeking under their skirts. Quinn felt fed up with it as soon as she stepped inside.
"Hi" Brittany screamed in her ear.
She was still in her cheerleading uniform and looked a bit dazed.
"Hi" Quinn said. "Where's Santana?"
"Here" a voice behind her said.
"Oh my god, this is crazy" Quinn remarked.
Santana shrugged and held out a beer to Quinn. She shook her head.
"No thanks."
Brittany grabbed it and took a large swig. She giggled.
"I want to dance" she said.
"You do that" Santana said.
Brittany put down the beer and started twirling on the spot.
"Is she drunk?" Quinn asked.
"Nope, just happy I think."
"I hope she never changes."
"Me neither" Santana said.
Quinn smiled at her.
"Maybe you should join her."
"No, I'll just watch."
"You're so in love with her" Quinn said.
"Shut up."
"I'm going go get some air. You watch your girl twirl."
It was cold outside but the air was fresh. Some other people were outside too, drinking, making out or just breathing, like Quinn. She spotted Mike talking loudly into his phone, she waved and he waved back. On the other side of the garden she saw a girl and a boy making out. She was blonde, short and wore a blue dress. He had his hands on her butt and a Mohawk. Puck. He was such a slut. Seriously.
"Hi Quinny" he yelled.
Crap. She ignored him, turned around and headed inside. But this amazing speed he had caught up with her. His eyes were unfocused, he had lip gloss all over his face and his jaw was clenched. Quinn turned around, she saw the blonde girl looking awkward a few feet away.
"I didn't know you were coming" he said, slurring.
"Well, here I am" she said.
He nodded.
"Can I get you something to drink?"
"No."
"Why?"
"I don't drink, Puck. Nothing good ever comes from drinking."
"Beth did" he said.
"And she was good for me?"
He didn't answer.
"You shouldn't leave your girl alone" Quinn remarked.
He looked confused, as if he had forgotten about her.
"Oh" he said. "I guess I shouldn't."
Quinn nodded and turned again to go inside.
"I need the ring back" he shouted.
She sighed.
"I haven't got it with me" she said.
"Okay then."
Puck
Puck pulled the girl's clothes off. She undressed him. He kissed her, violently, as if he intended to hurt her. She moaned. He bit his lip trying to focus his mind. He had brought her up to a bedroom. He was intensely drunk, she was wasted. She wanted him, he wanted to have sex. She giggled girlishly, looking pleased.
"Take your pants off" she said.
Her voice was strangely high-pitched. In the dark her hair didn't look blonde. She giggled like a three-year-old.
"I can't do this" he said.
"Oh, come on" she whispered, unbuttoning his jeans.
He pulled away, exhaling.
"I'm sorry" he said.
She pouted.
"Are you gay?" she asked.
He couldn't help but smile.
"No."
She stood up and started to get dressed again.
"Are you in love with someone else?"
He didn't answer.
"Who is she?"
"You wouldn't know her."
Maybe the girl did know Quinn. Everyone knew Quinn. She was head cheerleader who had fallen from grace.
"I probably don't. I'm new in town."
"Welcome" he said.
She smiled.
"I'm Hannah, by the way" she said.
"I'm Puck."
"Nice to meet you."
"Yeah. You too."
He came home around 3 AM; his mother had just ended her shift at the hospital and was eating cereal in the kitchen. He tried not to show how wasted he was.
"Oh god" his mother sighed.
He hated disappointing her, he really, really did.
"I'm going to bed" he said.
"Noah, I can't find grandma's ring. I'm thinking about selling it. Do you know where it is?"
He shook his head.
"No idea" he lied.
He was going to hell anyway, what the point of trying to redeem himself?
Puck saw Quinn sitting in the choir room talking to Mike as he walked by. She giggled and leaned against him and slapped his shoulder. Mike looked like he had never heard of Tina Cohen-Chang. What was Quinn's game?
"You have to come sometime" Mike said to her.
"No, I don't know. I'm kind of trying to stay out of everything dangerous" she replied.
"I'll take care of you. It's not dangerous if you know what you're doing. My dad taught me."
"Okay, but I need to wear a helmet. And not an ugly one."
Mike laughed goofily as Sam walked passed Puck and entered the room. Quinn immediately stopped flirting with Mike and went to greet him.
"Hi babe" she said.
Puck also entered the room. He stared at Quinn. She was an attention-whore. Poor Mike, he didn't know what he was getting himself into. But Puck wished he had been the one she had flirted with, even though he would never admit it.
"Does Sam know that you're making plans with Mike Chang?" Puck hissed as he sat down next to Quinn.
"Grow up" she retorted. "Mike and I are friends."
"He wants to be more than friends. Look at him, he's drooling over you."
Quinn looked sideways at Mike and then smiled.
"Well, I guess it's nice to be wanted again."
Then she turned her back on him and started playing with Sam's hair.
Quinn
She knew she was playing with fire but it was nice to feel people flirt with her. And it was so easy to flirt back. Right now, she was sitting in Finn's lap on the bleachers. He said he didn't want to be cold, so here she was. Finn was soft and warm and made her feel happy. Was that so wrong?
"I really miss you, Finn" she said.
"Yeah" he said.
"I mean, I love Sam and you love Rachel, but you were my first love. Nothing will ever compare to that."
"I know" he said.
Quinn twisted around so that her legs were spread around his waist and her face close to his.
"I still love you" she whispered.
He breathed hard as she leaned in and kissed him. He kissed her back, tasting like bubblegum. Quinn stole a look at his clock, it was 2 PM, Sam was coming soon.
"I have to go" she said, getting out of his grasp.
Finn looked stunned.
"Okay" he said slowly.
She waved and ran down the bleachers. Mike wanted her, Sam wanted her, Finn wanted her. It felt good.
"I think you have daddy issues" Puck said.
Quinn turned around. She was getting dressed in the locker room after practice.
"What are you doing here?" she shrieked, covering herself with a towel.
"Nothing I haven't seen before, babe" he said calmly.
She raised one eyebrow and dropped the towel, showing her almost naked body. Then she started combing her blonde hair. She could feel Puck stiffen.
"What did you say about daddy issues?" she asked.
He looked confused, but pulled himself together.
"Don't play with me, Fabray" he said. "You can't wrap me round your finger like you do with the others."
"I'm not trying to play with you."
She pulled on her dress.
"Happy?" she asked.
He ignored her comment.
"I think you need confirmation that people like you, because your daddy doesn't" Puck said.
"People do like me."
"I saw you with Finn yesterday. Classy."
"Oh, shut up. Like you're any better?"
"No, I'm not. But at least I know why I sleep around."
"I don't sleep around" Quinn spat.
"No, but you string people along, which is worse."
"Just give me break…"
"No, I can't, Quinn. I don't care about Mike and I hate Sam, but don't play with Finn. He's my friend."
She raised her eyebrows, frowning.
"You bonded again?"
"Yes."
"Fine. I'll leave Finn alone."
"Good."
They stood awkwardly facing each other. Quinn felt like kissing him. God, what was wrong with her?
"Why do you sleep around?" she asked.
He laughed.
"Why should I tell you? Do have my ring? I have to get it back."
"No, I don't."
"Fine, I'll come over tonight and pick it up."
Quinn picked up his ring from her nightstand. It was terrifying to look at. She didn't know when Puck was coming, the word "tonight" could mean both at 5 PM and at 3 AM. Knowing Puck, it would probably be the latter. She waited up all night, but he didn't show. She didn't know if she felt annoyed or pleased.
Quinn
"Let's do it" Quinn said.
Sam looked confused.
"Do what?"
"It."
"I thought you were all about keeping yourself pure."
"Well, I realized I kind of messed that up a year ago."
Sam smiled happily.
"Are you serious?"
"Yes" she said.
And she was. She needed to get all other boys out of her head. She needed to stop thinking about Puck. She needed to show herself that she was serious about Sam.
"I'm so happy" he said, looking giddy.
"Me too" she lied.
She wasn't that excited about it, it was more like something she had to do.
"I'll cook dinner and…" Sam began, but she cut him off.
"No, let's not go overboard. There's a party this weekend, at Mike's. We can sneak up to a bedroom and do it there."
"Really?" Sam asked, looking at her like she had gone crazy.
Maybe she had. She didn't care.
"Yes. That's a plan then?" Quinn asked.
Sam nodded. She patted his cheek. He was nice.
"I'm going to do it with Sam" Quinn announced to Santana in the locker room.
Santana dropped her bag.
"You are going to what?"
"Sleep with him."
"With Sam?"
"Yes, we're sort of engaged you know."
Santana picked up her brush.
"Quinn, no."
"What do you mean? You sleep with people all the time. What's the big deal?"
Santana rolled her eyes.
"Thanks for the slut comment."
"You know what I mean."
"Quinn, you don't sleep with people. You only sleep with Puck."
"Yes, so far."
Santana reached out and took her hand.
"Honey, I'm just going to say this. You were with Finn for like 8 months and never let him get further than second base. Now you've been with Sam for like three months and you're going to do it? What's happened to you?"
"It's not like I'm a virgin."
Santana sighed.
"I think you will regret it."
"Fine, don't support me then."
"I can't support you. Sam's a nice guy, too nice for you. You already took his awful ring, why make an even bigger commitment?"
"Because I love him" Quinn said, feeling annoyed.
"No, Quinn. We both know you don't."
Puck
"She's going to sleep with Sam" Santana said.
Puck turned around to look at her, feeling his body grow cold.
"What?" he asked.
"Yep. Tonight. At Mike's party."
"No" he moaned in disbelief."
"Yes" Santana said. "Quinn Fabray is doing her boyfriend at a party. I think she's on drugs."
"Shut up."
"Well?" Santana asked imploringly.
"Well, what?"
"Are you doing to do something about this?"
"What can I do?"
"I don't know! Something crazy! Buy her a horse or get a tattoo of her face. Or propose to her."
"I kind of did propose to her."
"Well, how did that go?"
"Bad. She hasn't given me my ring back yet."
"And that's a bad thing?"
He smiled at her.
"Sometimes I love you" he said, hugging Santana so tight she gasped for air.
