Song: "Ridin' Solo" by Jason Derülo

Characters: Quinn, singing about Puck

Spoilers: Mentions plotlines from Preggers

Genre: Comfort/Humor

Rating: T or PG-13 for language

Summary: Quinn has dumped Puck and she's ridin' solo tonight!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, Quinn, Puck, or "Ridin' Solo"


I can't help it. This is my first night out since dumping Puck. I've been trying to avoid gloating in my victory, but I can't any longer. I check my watch. It's 6:15, fifteen minutes before Santana is set to pick me up. I'm already ready.

I bite my lip, and glance at my iPod dock. I get up and pick out the song.

When the electronic beeps float into the room, I finally allow myself to smile. I am free!

So I begin to sing.

I'm feeling like a star, you can't stop my shine.
I'm lovin' cloud nine, my head's in the sky.
I'm solo, I'm ridin' solo.
I'm ridin' solo, I'm ridin solo, solo…

After a year and a half of repression, I'm finally allowed to feel like myself. Finn used to tell me I was a star, shining brightly all the time. Dating Puck after Beth was born put that shine out. Finn actually told me that, one day after glee. And he hardly ever talks to me.

But there's no one to stop my shine now. I feel like I'm riding cloud nine all the time, I'm so blissfully happy. My head has been in the sky.

Cause I'm solo now. And I'm gonna ride it all the way back to the top.

Yeah, I'm feelin' good tonight.
Finally doing me and it feels so right, oh!
Time to do the things I like.
Going to the club everything's alright, oh!

Words can't really describe how good I'm feeling right now. All those times Mercedes told me I had to dump Puck, I waved her off, believing I'd be miserable. Ha. I'm fucking euphoric. It feels so incredibly awesome to be me, not some manufactured slut. It's time to do the things I want to do, instead of going to parties where everyone's getting drunk or wasted. Or playing Super Mario Brothers. Tonight Britt, San, Mercedes and I are going to a club. A teenage club, not a real one. Though a real one may be on San's agenda for next weekend. I think she's working on getting us fake IDs….

No one to answer to!
No one that's gonna argue, no!
And since I got that hold off me,
I'm livin' life now that I'm free, yeah!

I keep checking my phone for messages from Puck, then I remember I don't have him to answer to anymore. There's no one to answer to. I can't tell you how fucking awesome that sounds to me. He's not here to argue with me anymore. It's amazing to think I'm never going to have to fight with him about sex anymore. You'd think that after me giving birth to his child, he'd lay off. But no.

Now that that hold is off of me, I can actually live my life. I'm finally free.

Told me get my shit together
Now I got my shit together, yeah!
Now I made it through the weather.
Better days are gonna get better.

The last time we argued about sex, he told me to get my shit together if I wanted to be with him. It took that one little remark to realize that I didn't want to be with him, not anymore. I sure got my shit together, alright. I've made it through the weather, and now better days are going to get even better.

I'm so sorry that it didn't work out.
I'm movin' on.
I'm so sorry but it's over now.
The pain is gone!

When I dumped Puck, I told him, "I'm so sorry that it didn't work out." Lie.

I also told him, "I'm moving on." Truth.

Then, "I'm so sorry but it's over now." Lie, followed by truth.

Last, as I walked away, "The pain is gone!" The truest thing I've ever said.

I'm puttin' on my shades to cover up my eyes.
I'm jumpin' in my ride, I'm headin' out tonight.
I'm solo, I'm ridin' solo.
I'm ridin' solo, I'm ridin' solo, solo.

I grab the sunglasses Finn bought me when I was pregnant to hide my eyes. I'm not looking for any guy tonight. I can't wait to jump in San's car and head out to an actual life.

It's gonna feel awesome to share the awesomeness of riding solo. Like they don't know, but still.

I'm feelin' like a star, you can't stop my shine.
I'm lovin' cloud nine, my head's in the sky.
I'm solo, I'm ridin' solo.
I'm ridin' solo, I'm ridin' solo, solo.

I'm loving feeling like a star again. It's so great to get my shine back on. Cloud nine is so amazing; my head isn't coming out of the sky. Riding solo couldn't get any better.

Now I'm feelin' how I should.
Never knew single could feel this good, oh!
Stop playin' misunderstood.
Back in the game, who knew I would, oh!

I'm finally feeling like I should again. Who knew single would feel so great? Finally I understand Santana's unwillingness to take on a commitment.

The only way this could get any better is if Puck could stop playing misunderstood. I just wish I could tell him, "Okay, all you wanted was sex. That's not that hard to understand. Stop being so shallow. Maybe then your claims of being misunderstood would be true."

But anyway I'm back in the game. Who would have guessed? Not me, since I was so addicted to relationships before. I think I'm addicted to riding solo now.

So flat, Imma spread my wings.
Loving myself makes me wanna sing!
Oh, oh yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

It's so time to spread my wings. Soaring around town on cloud nine almost Lima seem less boring. I'm loving me, I'm loving life, and I'm loving being free. It makes me want to sing. Wait, I already am. Ha.

Told me get my shit together.
Now I got my shit together, yeah!
Now I made it through the weather.
Better days are gonna get better.

My shit's together now. And now I'm free because of it. Take that, Puckosaurus.

I'm feelin' like a star, you can't stop my shine.
I'm lovin' cloud nine, my head's in the sky.
I'm solo, I'm ridin' solo.
I'm ridin' solo, I'm ridin' solo, solo.

Ridin' solo, solo, I'm ridin' solo.
Solo, solo, solo, solo.

It's like
S-O-L-O!
S-O-L-O
S-O-L-O
I'm living my life, ain't got stress no more!

I'm putting on my shades to cover up my eyes.
I'm jumpin' in my ride, I'm headin' out tonight.
I'm solo, I'm ridin' solo!
I'm ridin' solo, I'm ridin' solo, solo!

I'm feeling like a star, you can't stop my shine.
I'm lovin' cloud nine, my head's in the sky.
I'm solo, I'm ridin' solo.
I'm ridin' solo, I'm ridin' solo, solo!

I'm ridin' solo, I'm ridin' solo, solo!
I'm ridin' solo, solo!
I'm ridin' solo, solo!

Solo. Single. Free. Damn, I love those words. As the song ends, I flop back onto my bed feeling like I'm in a dream. I even laugh when I hear Santana honking her horn outside, irritated that I'm not waiting for her out there ten minutes earlier than what we agreed on.

Life is so fucking awesome right now.

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