Puck didn't know how the fuck to dress being a teacher's assistant, if a suit would be too much, if jeans and a t-shirt wouldn't be enough. So he just wore a nice shirt and slacks, but he had to look good for Quinn, he did some research on her. She was fucking smart, she was supposed to go on trial for hacking all Yale professor's computers after her Yale professor boyfriend stayed with his wife and kids. Of course her dad being who he is- there was no trial. She had an extremely high IQ, spoke 5 languages, was trained in boxing, she majored in law- (which he found funny), was almost kicked out of Yale but persuaded administration to let her stay. She graduated high school a year early at the top of her class, graduated from Yale at the top of her class and is going to begin attending the best Law school at NYU with a partial scholarship and she looked really good.
He signed into the school, giving "his" Ohio State University ID, then knocked on the door, seeing a man with curly hair and a cartoonish face grading papers, he opened the door, "Are you Will Shuester"
He got up "Yes, Noah Puckerman, and you are late." He closed the door behind Puck
"Late for what"
"Chief told me you would be here at 8-"
"I never said that"
"It's 10"
Puck rose an eyebrow, "did she come yet"
"No, I have no idea when she is coming, but when she pops in you have to be here, doing- TA shit alright?"
Puck wanted to laugh, where the fuck did they find this guy? He looked like the classic Saltine American, but he was kind of fucking rude- and he was gonna make Puck actually do work.
"My job is to get to know Fabray, not to help you grade papers"
Will took a pile of graded tests and handed him the computer, "Yes, while posing at a TA. So do TA work put the grades in the computer"
Puck furrowed his brow, "Ok..."
Mr Shue sat down and started grading other papers, "She's very sarcastic you should know. Also very flirtatious but not easily impressed so if you want to get her attention, you gotta stand out.
Puck turned around, "You think she did it?"
He shrugged, "No idea, she came back from Yale a while ago but went back, she comes for weekends and holidays, I don't know the whole timeline of the events, that's something you should know."
"I do know, I just don't know about her" Puck was entering the bullshit grades in the bullshit computer.
The door creaked open and there she was, the pretty blonde with big green eyes and a navy blue sundress on, "Hey Will, sorry I'm late I just finished up that speech about the significance of a college degree and I got caught up in a conversation with your wife" she dropped her bag on the floor and threw her arms around Will's neck, hugging him tight.
Puck turned around and leaned back in his chair, smirking.
Will pulled out of the hug and kept his hands on her waist, "I'm so proud of you Quinn, you finished college and you look great!"
Puck grabbed a piece of paper and whited out the grade, got up and walked over, "This doesn't have a grade on it."
Will smiled at Puck, "I'll take care of that."
Quinn looked Puck up and down and smiled
"Noah Puckerman" he smiled and stuck out his hand
"Quinn Fabray" she took his hand and shook it
Will eyed the way the two were looking at each other "He's my new TA" he looked through the test quick and scribbled
"Oh, from where"
"Ohio state"
She smiled, "Nice" she then turned her attention to Will, "I have so much to tell you, I have been so unbelievably stressed"
Will put a hand on his shoulder, "I know sweetheart, we can talk about it when I come back, I have to talk something over with the Mrs." He handed Puck the test, "Just put this last grade in" and with that he left the room.
Puck bent down and looked through the laptop, flipping the papers to find the grade and saw in small letters' "Turn on your mike" he looked up at Quinn who was pacing the room looking at the work done by the students. He sighed and turned it on, "So, what's unbelievably stressing you out" Puck asked walking over to Will's desk, picking up a bowl of peanuts and eating them"
She turned to look at him, "N-nothing, school-"
He continued listing as he leaned against Shue's desk, "Work, boyfriend?"
Quinn smiled and shook her head, "Yes and no"
"Oh" he rose an eyebrow and popped another peanut in his mouth, "You must be crazy then"
"Excuse me?"
"Well you're pretty, when pretty girls don't have boyfriends it's usually because they're either dumb or crazy"
She crossed her arms and rose an eyebrow, "or maybe they just don't want one"
He smirked and ate a peanut, "fair"
Quinn faked a smile and began pacing the room again, looking at him from the corner of her eye and her phone began to ring, she picked it up, "Hello? Oh hey San."
San.
"Nothing, you? Yeah this morning, I'm at the high school right now" she giggled and chatted over the phone. But San, it couldn't be the same San, no way. How many Santana's could be in Lima.
This was too fucking good.
"Oh yeah sure, alright I'll see you." Quinn hung up her phone and looked over at Puck and smiled, "I'm gonna head out. Can you tell Will to call me?"
He nodded, "of course" he took out a pen and paper, "what's your number?"
"He should have it"
"Yeah but I don't"
Her jaw dropped a little and she smiled.
"Matter of fact, let me put my number in your phone, then you'll have to text me"
"Why would I have to"
He rose an eyebrow, "because you definitely want me to have your number" he stuck out his hand, she chuckled and handed him her phone. He put in his number, "there you go baby" he handed her her phone.
Her eyebrows arched up "Baby?"
"Force of habit ba- Quinn."
She smiled "Baby is alright."
He smirked, "'course it is."
Quinn turned her head and laughed, "I'll see you around Noah"
"You can call me Puck"
She walked to the door and grabbed the doorknob, looking over her shoulder "Puck, I'll see you around Puck"
He smirked, "you will."
Quinn smiled then left.
Immediately Puck pulled out his phone and dialed a number, tapping his foot impatiently "come on stop eating pussy for a second and pick up the fuckin phone"
"Wow, 2015- ghosts have phones"
"Yeah and gay marriage is only legal in 37 states- crazy right"
"That was low Puckerman"
"Me and you can get married though."
She laughed "What's up?"
"You know Quinn fucking Fabray?"
"Yeah why? Did you fuck her!?"
He sucked his teeth, "No Santana I did not fuck her"
"Then what's up?"
"Meet me for coffee in at the Lima Bean in 15 minutes"
"Ok see you Puckerman"
"Alright Lopez"
"If it isn't the ghost of Noah Puckerman"
He smiled, she stood up and wrapped her arms around his neck, "Missed you too Santana"
She hugged him tight, "you're looking good bro"
"You always look good"
She smiled and sat down, "I agree," she sat down and took a sip of her coffee
"Aw you remember how I like my coffee" he grabbed the other coffee on the table and sat in the arm chair across from her
"So what's up how've you been"
"Busy with work" He rubbed his eye, "how about you"
"A little depressed, one of my fucking friends was killed"
Puck nodded, "Finn Hudson?"
"Yeah, why do you know anything about the case?"
"Chief actually assigned it to me yesterday"
Santana looked at him, her jaw unhinged, "no fucking way"
"Yep"
"THATS why you were asking for Quinn- is she a suspect?!"
Puck nodded
"N-no there's no fucking way Quinn did it literally no fucking way" She was getting pissed, he could tell he's heard this tone and seen that look a million times before
"Baby I didn't pull this out of my ass I'm looking at what was given to me, I spoke with her today though" he took a sip of his coffee
She leaned back in the armchair and crossed her arms over her chest, "Oh yeah, she seem like a murderer to you?"
Puck rolled his eyes, "San, listen she knew both of the people, her mother and her boyfriend"
"Not her boyfriend, her fucking best friends boyfriend."
"No way"
She nodded "but those two were very on and off since high school"
"How long was she fucking around with this Hudson kid for?"
"She fucked around with a few people in the area, it's a small town and her mom would kill her if she found out."
"Maybe she killed her first"
Santana gave him a stern look, something she didn't do often, "Puck- don't."
"Okay I need you to tell me everything you fucking know about Quinn's relationships with anyone"
"Puck, she's my best friend I can't"
He rose an eyebrow, "this might help me prove that she didn't do it baby"
She sighed, "alright, fine- put it under an anonymous source or whatever"
"Why, scared you're next?"
Santana faked a laugh, "wow, this detective career would be nothing to your potential comic one!"
Puck turned on his mike and spoke into it, "anonymous source, voice needs to be distorted- do you agree to participating in this interrogation?"
"Yes I do."