Puck walked into school the next day feeling disappointed. He had ruined the only alone time he had with Quinn in a week. He shouldn't have even brought up anything about the baby. Maybe if he had talked about something stupid, like Kurt suggesting the boys do a rendition of Madonna's Vogue, he could've made her laugh and continue to fall for him. But he had to be a screw-up and make her think about all that was wrong in her life. He wished that he could go back in time, but that obviously wasn't going to happen, so he would have to settle for starting from scratch… again.

So when he walked into the school after beating himself up over his boneheaded mistake, seeing Rachel Berry darting towards him was not the best feeling. He tried to look for a quick getaway but he realized that there was no getting away from her.

Rachel came up to Puck and shot him a huge grin. "How did it go yesterday? Finn and I had a fabulous time! I haven't seen him that happy and relaxed in ages! He even told me that he wouldn't know what to do with himself if it wasn't for Glee Club!" She was very excited, and extremely proud of herself for her progress made with Finn.

"I made Quinn cry." He knew that would make Rachel shut up quickly. And he was right, but it more because she was shocked. Once she came to, she quickly became her old self again.

"What are you talking about? You were supposed to make her happy! How did you make her cry?"

Puck shrugged. He didn't want to talk about it, more like he couldn't talk about it. Even if he could, he defiantly didn't want to be doing it with Rachel. He decided to just give her the simplest answer he could come up with.

"I'm a jackass Rachel, and she's a bitch. A bitch who's pregnant, which makes it ten times worse."

Rachel rolled her eyes. She didn't deem that an appropriate excuse. "You're ruining everything Noah! If you don't stop being a jerk then she'll quit Glee not because of Finn, but because of you!"

"Oh well." With that, Puck walked away to get away from Rachel. She was much too difficult, especially early in the morning when you had your heart stomped on the day before.

Quinn was sitting in Spanish class, working hard on her assignment. Well, that's what she wanted people to think. She didn't want Britney to ask her for help, or for Finn to turn around and pester her about their situation. She needed time to think.

After Puck had made her upset by reminding her how horrible her situation truly was, she had went into the bedroom she know shared with Finn and cried into the pillows. Finn's mom and came in and asked her what was wrong, but Quinn quickly blamed it on pregnancy hormones.

It didn't help that when Finn came home he was as happy as Quinn's cousin on Christmas morning when he was surprised with a B.B. gun. Finn was definitely acting happier than he ever had when he was with her. Quinn was so sad that her relationship with Finn was dwindling. She could see it happening right in front of her face. Everytime he looked at Rachel, offered her a compliment, or walked her to class, Quinn saw it, and it broke her heart. She was used to being the Queen of Everything, and now she was losing everything that was important to her.

Quinn was also dealing with her feelings for Puck. She did like him. She had always liked him. Well, not exactly. It was complicated.

You see, Puck and Quinn had met the first day of second semester in their ninth grade science class. Their teacher, Mr. Johnson had thought it would be fun to make the seating arrangement on first name alphabetical order, rather than the typical last name order. Their were no people with names between Noah and Quinn in their class, so they were left sitting beside each other.

Puck had instantly told her not to call him Noah. That he went by Puck. Quinn had giggled at the nickname. The rest of the period they whispered instead of listening to Mr. Johnson's boring introduction to high school speech. Quinn told Puck that she was going to try out to be a Cheerio. She said that her older sister had been one, so she was expected to also be one. Puck had smiled and said he was going to be on the football team, so she would be cheering for him. Quinn rolled his eyes and joked that he would actually have to make some touchdowns for her to cheer for him.

It continued on for about a week, their flirting that is. They had become quick friends, but of course this was before Quinn's parents started putting immense amounts of pressure on her, and this was before Puck had started to become a jerk and a man whore.

They both did as they promised. Quinn made Cheerio's and Puck made the football team. They would walk with each other to their respective practices, and wish each other good luck.

Then one day Quinn saw Puck throwing one of their classmates in the dumpster. She wasn't impressed. Sure, she thought it was funny when he had thrown a slushie at some girl that got on Quinn's nerves constantly, but she kind of deserved it for being so grating and not doing anything to stop it. This kid was minding his own business. He didn't deserve this treatment.

Quinn ignored Puck for all of science class and didn't sit with him at lunch. Puck was confused, he had no idea what he had done that had made Quinn so angry at him.

Later that day, Quinn started flirting with Finn, Puck's best friend, in the hopes to make him jealous. It paid off, Finn asked Quinn to go out with him on Friday to a movie. Quinn happily said yes. She might not have been crushing on Finn, but he was cute, popular, and sweet. Maybe he was as dumb as rocks, but he made it charming.

Quinn and Finn went out and Quinn was surprised to actually have a good time. Finn was funny, and had let her pick the movie. He didn't even complain when she chose the most obviously cheesy one. It might have been his plan, after all he did try to cop a feel during the middle of the movie, but Quinn didn't care, Finn was sweet, and he would be a sure way to make Puck mad.

It worked. Well, Quinn would never realize that. She would never understand that Puck had found out that Quinn was going to the movies with his best friend, and that made him go insanely jealous. She would only hear the rumours on Monday that at a party on Saturday, her best friend Santana had lost her virginity to Puck.

Quinn felt betrayed. She had just gone to the movies with Finn, which was a lot different than sleeping with her best friend. She hadn't even let Finn kiss her at the end, because she was a lady and ladies do not kiss on the first date.

So that was the end of Puck and Quinn's friendship. Quinn requested to switch seats in science, and they never talked. Well, they talked, after all Quinn was going out with his best friend and they ran in the same social circle, but they never really talked.

But it didn't matter. A one month flirtation with Noah Puckerman in grade nine did not matter. But it did. Quinn liked him, she truly did. Things were just really difficult. She had dug herself into a hole, and she didn't know if she could get out of it. You see, if she were to tell the truth now, she wouldn't just be the pregnant former president of the celibacy club – she'd be the girl who cheated on her boyfriend with his best friend, and still made him believe he was the father. Quinn didn't care about who would be a better father anymore – Puck had proved that he was sweet enough to be a good father – it was about her reputation. She wished that she was stronger that, and didn't have to care about such trivial things, but she did.

Quinn was trying to get the courage to tell Finn the truth, but she needed to know that she would be taken care of. After being kicked out of her house, and moving in with Finn, she would have to know that she had a place to live if she told the truth. Also, since the groups' performances of Keep Holding On, and Lean on Me, Quinn knew that they would be there for her and Finn. But would they still be there if it was her and Puck?

Quinn walked from her math class to her locker. She had lunch this period. However, Finn had texted her telling her that she couldn't eat lunch with her today as Rachel was going to continue to tutor him in the library. Quinn couldn't actually blame him, she would much rather be laughing and flirting than eating lunch with someone when actually all that occurred during said lunch was arguing.

Puck was hanging out by his locker which was coincidently located close to her's. He knew it was incredibly lame, and he would never admit to it, but he liked to catch a glimpse of Quinn at least once a day. Lunch was his safest bet for no one to think it was awkward, as she always went to her locker before heading to the cafeteria, and their lockers were pretty close to each other's.

Puck saw her heading to her locker. She put her binders away and pulled out a Tupperware container. She put it in her bag and looked up. Her eyes locked with his. Puck gulped. He wanted to wave, but he knew that would make him look like an idiot. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know where to even put his hands. They had originally been hanging by his side, but then he had crossed his arms, and was now tugging at his sleeves. Quinn Fabray made him so much less of a stud.

But then she started walking towards him. She was smiling at him. Had she forgotten the previous day when he had made her cry and asked her question after question about their baby drama situation? Had he hallucinated it? Puck knew he was talking crazy, but what else could explain her coming towards him, and actually looking happy to do so.

She stopped in front of him. "Eat lunch with me." She whispered.

"Absolutely." Puck immediately said.

Quinn motioned to the doors leading outside. She wanted to spend time with him, but she didn't need the whole school seeing them do so.

They sat on a bench at the back of the school. A few ninth graders were playing soccer on the field, but no one else was there to see them. Quinn took her lunch out and started eating. Puck did the same. They were both too nervous to speak.

Quinn was the one to break the silence. "Rachel makes Finn happy." Puck didn't know how to respond to that, so he just nodded his head.

Quinn continued. "It's fine though, I mean he deserves to be happy. Especially after all the crap I've been putting him through. The worst thing is that I know that he's not going to cheat. He loves the baby way too much. I shouldn't have gotten him so involved with it all."

Puck once again nodded, but decided to add his own opinion into the conversation. "The longer you wait to tell him the more hurt he's going to get Quinn."

"I know." She whispered. She wanted to give up. Her old life was so much simpler, and she was a lot happier.

Puck realized that Quinn was just getting upset again so he tried to do what he should've done yesterday. That was change the subject. "So, how do you feel about Kurt's suggestion that us guys sing Vogue at Sectionals?"

Quinn giggled. "I don't know how well it would go over with the judges, but I think that it would be funny. I can just imagine you strutting your stuff down the catwalk."

Puck laughed. "Oh really? Can you?" Quinn nodded and giggled again.

Puck shook his head. "I'm no model. You're the one that should be on catwalks."

Quinn rolled her eyes. She would never let him know that it had been a secret fantasy of hers to be a model when she was a young girl. "Yeah Puck, I hear the modeling industry loves pregnant girls."

"Even when you look like you're going to explode I bet you'll still be prettier than all of those anorexic chicks."

Puck looked Quinn in the eyes and gave her a genuine smile. He wanted to put his arm around her, but he resisted. He knew that would be pushing his luck.

"You don't think Santana's prettier than me?" Quinn asked. She had always managed to avoid this question, but deep down she had always wondered if maybe he had slept with Santana because he truly liked her better. That maybe Santana was better than Quinn.

Puck sighed and took Quinn's hand. He couldn't help it, he needed to hold onto her. He traced circles on her hand with his thumb. He looked into her eyes. "You're the prettiest girl in this whole town Quinn. Probably even in all of Ohio. You could even give those Miss America pageants a shot."

Puck was surprised when he felt Quinn squeeze back with her hand. She placed her thumb over his and she exhaled. "She told me when we were in the ninth grade that sex was amazing. She said that it felt great the first time," Then Quinn's voice dropped to a whisper, "Why wasn't it like that for us?"

Puck wanted to tell her that it had been incredible. He wanted to tell her about how he hadn't thought what they did was sex. He thought it was – as cheesy as it sounded – making love. But that's not what Quinn needed to hear because the truth was that it was her first time, and a girl's first time is not the most enjoyable.

"Santana lied," Puck replied as he saw the shock appear on Quinn's face, "Did she ever tell you that she wouldn't have sex again for three weeks after that because she thought it was too painful? It was your first time Quinn, it was supposed to be awkward. But, after time, it'll get better."

Quinn smiled at Puck. She liked the nice Puck. He really only showed this side of himself to her, so she felt honoured to be able to see it.

She nervously giggled. "Okay, maybe it wasn't all that bad."

"Let me guess, you liked the kissing and cuddling." Puck rolled his eyes.

Quinn blushed. How he loved to see her blush, she looked adorable. "I'm guessing that those aren't the same favourite parts of sex for guys."

Puck shook his head. "No. Not a chance, but- do you want to know a secret?"

Quinn's eyes lit up. She hadn't heard a secret in ages. What with her sudden drop in popularity, and always worrying about the pregnancy, she just did not have time for high school gossip anymore these days. She nodded her head eagerly to Puck.

Puck knew this would be embarrassing, and if Quinn ever held this against him in front of his buddies, he was doomed. It was the truth though, and he knew that Quinn would defiantly be happy to hear it.

His voice was soft, and quiet, in case anyone else could hear which there was no way possible for that to happen. "You're the only girl I've actually… cuddled with."

Quinn immediately had a smile put to her face. She let go of Puck's hand, which yes, she still had been holding at that point, and wrapped him up into a hug. She didn't want to let go. She wanted to keep this moment for just a few minutes longer. Puck wrapped his arms around Quinn's neck. He too wanted to just stay here for a while longer, holding Quinn, smelling her perfume, and daydreaming about what could be. What he wanted to be.

Finally, they had to part. It was actually a much shorter hug than either of them had imagined it to be, but time passes fast when you're in the arms of someone you care about. Quinn and Puck looked each other square in the eye. They both knew what the other wanted. They both knew what they, themselves, wanted. All it would take would be for one of them to lean in and close the gap between them. Puck decided he had to take a chance, he leaned in…

And then Quinn put her hand on his chest to stop him from moving any closer. Puck mouthed out the words, What's wrong, and Quinn put her hand down.

"I want to Puck, but I have Finn, and after all that he's done for me… I can't do this to him, not again."

Puck nodded. He might not have agreed, but he understood where Quinn was coming from. Plus, he didn't want to ruin the short time he had with her. He wanted her to remember this time the next time her and Finn broke out into a fight.

So that's why he nodded his head and agreed with her. "I get it Quinn. No worries. Let's just change the subject… did I tell you that I got a job?"

Quinn shook her head. Puck smiled and replied, "Yeah, Mrs. Mesa got it for me. Her husband is the manager at Target, and since I used to clean their pool, Mrs. Mesa put in a good word for me. I got it, well about three days ago. I start today after school."

Quinn smiled. This was just another reason on why she should pick Puck over Finn. She didn't want to think about that though, so she simply said, "That's great Puck. Congratulations."

Puck still had something to say. He was trying to keep it in, but he knew that he couldn't just not say anything. He had to blurt it out. "I'm giving you money whether you want it or not. I don't care if you think it's inappropriate or anything. I'm not being a deadbeat."

Quinn nodded. Though, even if she wanted to argue, she wouldn't. Even giving Quinn the littlest amount of money he could with his paycheque would mean a lot to him. So she agreed.

Then, the bell rang, and they had to part. However ,the lunch had been important. Puck had made up for the mess he had caused yesterday, and Quinn had realized that her feelings for Puck were just as bold as ever. He now had a job, a legal one. He could support her… and their daughter. Well, maybe. There was still living conditions, and Quinn still didn't know if she would have friends if she told people the truth. But that didn't matter. Puck had made progress, and that was what truly mattered.

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