New York, The City Of Love?

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Puck was speechless. He couldn't find the words to explain.

"You wouldn't tell me what was wrong, so I found out." He smiled. Quinn glared at him.

"Well, what did you find out?" Quinn asked. She folded her arms. Puck stepped closer to her.

"You're heartbroken." He stated. "After months and months in your past coupled relationships, you let them go too far. Then, just when it got to where you wanted it got torn away from you." He was dead on. Quinn stepped forward and ripped the notebook from his hand.

"I think you should go now." Quinn's eyes started to get watery. Puck looked into her eyes. He didn't move. "Now," Her voice turned to an angry tone. Puck nodded and walked out. She fell back onto her bed. What could make this better? She thought for a while. An idea struck. She was going to tell on Rachel and Kurt, but after hearing how good it felt, Quinn decided to go to. She flew off of the bed and out the door.

In the theatre it was dark. She could see the set up with Dorothy's crashed house. Excitement filled throughout her veins. Quinn sprinted up onto the stage. Her breath was taken away. The feeling of being on an actual Broadway stage was amazing. Quinn thought of all the things she could do. She thought back to what she heard Kurt say, they had to make their own orchestra in their heads. Quinn smiled, dropped her purse on the ground and walked to center stage. Sure this wasn't the right setting, but Quinn didn't care. She opened her mouth and started to sing.

Whenever I see someone less fortunate than I,

And let's face it, who isn't less fortunate than I?

My tender heart tends to start to bleed.

And when someone needs a makeover,

I simply have to take over.

I know, I know, exactly what they need.

Follow my lead, and yes indeed,

You will be…Popular.

You're gonna be popular.

I'll teach you the proper ploys,

When you talk to boys,

Little ways to flirt and flounce, oh,

I'll show you what shoes to wear,

How to fix your hair,

Everything that really counts to be Popula-

Quinn was cut off by some man in the stands who was clapping.

"Excellent," he shouted. "Bravo," He got up and started to walk down to her.

"Who are you?" Quinn asked. The man laughed loudly.

"I'm the director toots," He smiled. Quinn smiled and grabbed her purse.

"Sorry, I'll get off of the stage." She started to walk, but was stopped by his hand.

"That's not what I wanted to talk to you about," He started. "You see, tonight is our opening night right? So our little Glinda was dancing and hurt her ankle pretty bad." He said.

"So where is this going?" She asked. The director grabbed her hand.

"What's your name?" He wondered.

"Quinn," she replied.

"Will you, Quinn, be our Glinda?" He asked. A smiled flew across her face.

"Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes!" She shouted. The director chuckled a little and pulled a paper out of his bag.

"Here's the script, you better be able to memorize fast." He smiled. "Don't let me down kid." He walked into backstage and disappeared. Quinn let out a little scream of excitement. She rushed out of the theatre, flew into a cab, and headed back to the hotel room.

She got back into the room and jumped on her bed. She proceeded to grab a highlighter and find her lines. She already knew most of the scenes because she had watched the musical over and over again on YouTube. As she was humming to "Popular" she heard a knock at the door. Quinn moaned and went over to the door. She made it fly open and behind it was Puck.

"What do you want Noah?" She scoffed. He smile and laughed.

"Nice to see you too." Puck grinned. "I need Brittany, I'm not quite sure how to do some of the dance moves." He took a few steps into the room. "Is she here?"

"What do you think?" Quinn asked arrogantly. "If she was here, you would know it by now." Puck shrugged.

"I guess that's true." He stated. "So do you know when she'll be back?"

"She went out with Brittany to do midnight shopping in the city." Quinn said. "They invited me but something more important came up."

"What came up?" Puck asked. Quinn grabbed her script off of her bed.

"I kind of am on a Broadway show tomorrow." Quinn forced a smile on her face.

"Wait," Puck started. "Tomorrow is when we have the competition. How are you going to do it?" Quinn sighed.

"It's showing right before it starts. So, I'll talk to Mr. Shue and I'll just take a cab there." Quinn said. "There won't be any problems at all." Puck just shrugged; there was nothing he could do at this point.

"Wait a minute…YOU'RE ON A BROADWAY SHOW!" Puck yelled. "HOLY MOTHER, THAT'S AWESOME!" Quinn slapped her forehead with her hand.

"Did you really just get that?" Quinn asked. Puck smiled and pulled her into a hug. Quinn looked up at him and he looked down at her. They were dangerously close. Puck bent down right in front of her face. A hand slipped under her chin, but Quinn stepped away. "Thanks Puck, but I have to memorize my lines." She stepped back.

"You know," Puck grabbed her script. "I bet I could help you learn the lines." His voice was deep and sounded kind of seductive. "Or I could teach you something else." Quinn hadn't noticed how close he had scooted towards her. His hand brushed the hair out of her eyes, and slid behind her neck. Quinn could feel the heat rising between them. He leaned in, just to get smacked by her script.

"Thanks but I would rather learn my lines on my own, nothing against you though Puck." Quinn guided him to the door.

"Last chance to do something fun." He warned. Quinn smiled at this and shoved him out of the door, slamming it shut. Puck knew that if there was one thing that he would do on this trip, it would be to kiss Quinn.

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