A/N :
I know this chapter isn't very long but i just want to see what the initial reaction is to this story before i start posting "essay" style chapters.
View it as a teaser if you wish.
Ah okay. Here it goes...
Chapter One;
[13 months later]
Quinn Fabray couldn't help but stare absent-mindedly into her red, plastic cup as the surround system blasted throughout the house, making any conversation inaudible. House parties had lost their effect on her a long time ago, before she used to be the life and soul of the party, making sure to socialise with every person she came across, being apart of every drinking game possible, even if she wasn't the host in most cases if felt like she was, but that all drained away 13 months ago. Truthfully, this was the first party she had attended all year, and as soon as she had allowed herself to step through the door she instantly regretted it. The brief glances and muffled whispering as she glided through the large of crowds of people stood in the hallway to the kitchen was enough to make her want to confess to Santana that coming here was a mistake and run straight back out the front door. But she had drawn-in a deep breathe, downed at least 4 cups of whatever beverage she first laid eyes on, and found a fairly isolated spot in a corner of the lounge, and that was were she had remained for the last hour or two now, watching as guests attempted to dance with no rhythm or co-ordination, drunkenly argue with one another, or pass out.
Santana had stumbled over a few times, trying her hardest to persuade Quinn to "let loose" and dance with her, but eventually gave up after the fourth decline. She didn't want to be here, but it was the last day of the summer break, after this weekend the pressure would be on, college applications, SATS, it was all about to hit them ten times harder than previous years, and quite frankly failing to show up to the last party of the summer would have just added to multiple rumours already flying around the year.
"Qu-inn.. Fabray. It's time to dance baby!" a slurred voice squealed in her ear out of nowhere, as a palm rested on her left shoulder for balance.
"Jesus, Tina how many have you had?" Quinn had to grip her arm to help the girl balance on her own two feet.
"Only two?"
"Tina.."
"Hmm.. plus six more." the brunette giggled, barely conscious as she stumbled her way back through the crowd and towards the bathroom, obviously to do the inevitable.
The room felt almost as intoxicated as the people inside it, it was practically suffocating and the constant image of couples making out was starting to make her stomach churn. The urge for a refill was the motivation Quinn needed to draw her away from the lounge, pushing through the throng of sweaty bodies and wasted 18 year olds and out into the backyard where iced-barrels full of multiple bottles stood perfectly alined against the brick wall. She quickly checked the time on her iPhone, seeing how long she had left of this torture before it could be classed as a reasonable time to start trekking home.
10:43. Only two more hours to go.
Scanning the bottles bobbing along the surface of the ice cold water she eventually found what she was looking for, triumphantly grasping the transparent bottle filled with gold liquor.
"Tequila, huh? A Quinn Fabray classic." the startling sound of a slurring, husky, voice nearly caused her to loose grip of the decanter. Apparently addressing her by her full name seemed to be a continuous theme for greetings tonight. She hadn't even noticed the shadowed figure lamely leant against the wall on the opposing side, nor the red sparks that seemed to float from his mouth to his side and repetively back again, but Quinn didn't have to see his face to know who the voice belonged too, and she could have kicked herself for not realising earlier that of course, he would be here.
"Do I not even get a hello kiss?"
"Piss off, Puck."
The bluntness in her tone seemed to sparked his full attention and even though she couldn't see his reaction in the darkness, Quinn could practically hear him gaping at her in shock before running a hand down his face in frustration. Her hazel eyes had narrowed, and brows frowned as she watched him push off from the wall and wobble towards her, his terrible lack of balance exposed that he had been drinking for a couple of hours.
"Better watch your liquor there, Blondie."
"I'd say its more the other way around, wouldn't you?"
He didn't respond and simply pulled his cigarette to his lips, looking away towards the party as if their conversation now bored him. Despite hating his guts, Quinn couldn't help but be slightly sympathetic to him. He reflected the image she was a month ago. A wreck, an empty, emotional mess and she knew she was partly to blame.
"Puck go home. You're drunk, and who knows what kind of trouble you'll end up getting yourself tangled into if you're not careful."
"How could you give her away. Just like that? Without a second thought?"
Quinn could feel the colour draining from her face with every word he said, he was trying to crack her, she knew his manipulative ways and for once she wasn't going to helplessly stand there and take it. Turning on her heels, she began to walk towards the back door, when a sudden, ice cold palm wrapped itself around his wrist like a snake, yanking her back to her original spot.
"You make me sick." he growled through gritted teeth.
"Puck, you're bruising my wrist." But her plea only added to his rage as his hands then gripped both of her upper arms, and began fiercely shaking her, his face barely inches away from hers.
"You're nothing but a worthless, little slut."
"Puck, please." Quinn croaked, her eyes now watering as his palm came into contact with her right cheek, leaving a burning discomfort. She tried fighting against him but her strength was weak. It wasn't until he abruptly tried to crash his lips onto hers that Quinn really began to try and wriggle herself free, knocking her head from side to side to try and prevent him from gaining any access, she was practically pleading him to stop but he refused.
The touch sent a shiver down her spine, but not in a good way and before she could even register what was happening a sharp, pain rippled through her body as her back was slammed violently against the layered brick walls of the building, the piercing sound of the bottle colliding with the concrete ground as it slipped from her clasp deafened her gasp. The grip on her shoulders tightening constantly. His lips only inches away from her ear, whispered "Slight Deja-Vu huh?" causing Quinn's entire body to stiffen. The smell the stale beer was practically suffocating her as Puck breathed heavily onto her face, and the look of anger in his chocolate brown orbs was enough to make her entire body shudder. He was ten times more dominant in the situation and the only effective defence she had was the high pitched scream that was desperately trying to escape her mouth.
It all turned to a blur for Quinn after that. Vaguely she could remember Puck being ripped away from her, and thrown to the ground; followed by a tall, mysterious figure then swinging a fist repetively into his face and stomach as a crowd formed in a circle around them blocking Quinn's view of the combat and the red liquid now sprawling into the cracks of the concrete. Santana had appeared at her side in an instant and dragged her inside the house away from the violence and away from Puck. She had received a strange, death glare from Mercedes Jones, which Quinn didn't quite understand the reasoning behind, as she was guided through the kitchen and into the deserted hallway.
The sudden clash of events had made her head spin and her legs cave in as she was bustled into the backseat of Santana's sister BMW and driven away from the chaos.
The last thing she remembered was Santana pulling her into a hug and reassuring her that "Everything is okay." But she didn't understand why. Why Santana looked more shaken up than she did or why her sister had insisted in the car that Quinn crashed out at theirs instead of going home, "Just to be on the safe side."
It didn't make any sense.
But after that she blacked out.