Just A Moment Or Two

by vmars15

Unseen moments between Puck and Quinn throughout the back nine and season two. Multi-chapter story. Because no one has seen their story, and the way it's going with the actual writers of the show it seems no one will ever know.

2. So Darkness I Became

They had been living together for a couple of weeks. They had gone back to school after Christmas break and Quinn had taken up his offer of pretending to date. She found him in between classes and made sure he wasn't flirting with girls. She claimed she didn't want their cover blown. Puck was happy to spend time with Quinn, even though he started blurting out stupid things like he didn't want her super sizing her food anymore. He was happy that she was speaking to him, even though he knew that it was all because she had no other options. He could see her glancing at Finn all the time with sadness and regret in her eyes. He saw Finn stare back. Rachel and him had become something of an item after the break but Puck could tell his former friend wasn't into it much. He could also tell that Finn wanted nothing to do with him. They seemed to be mortal enemies. The truth of the matter was that Puck couldn't understand why Finn wasn't relieved that he didn't have to deal with any baby drama any longer.

The break up of Finn and Rachel had come quickly. It seemed like Finn wanted to become a stud or something and that was the end of it. Quinn mumbled something about Mercedes and Kurt thinking one of Vocal Adrenaline's members was trying to sabotage New Directions by seducing Rachel. He hadn't paid much thought to it. He had enough to worry about now and Glee Club wasn't at the top of the list.

It especially wasn't one of his favourite activities when Mr. Schue announced that they would be singing Madonna. Puck wasn't particularly happy about it. Madonna was chick music and definitely not something a badass like himself would listen to. The only time he had ever played it was when Quinn wanted to silence those brats. He was trying to impress her so he went with it, but now there was nothing to gain from it. Quinn was pumped for it. She had sung some song about expressing herself and wouldn't stop humming the tune for days afterward. She told him that she couldn't wait for the group number.

One thing that Puck was still worrying about was the living conditions. Quinn had been living at his house but it was clear that she was not happy about it. He assumed that she still wasn't fond of his mother who spent every moment avoiding Quinn or ignoring her. It also seemed that Quinn felt awkward living somewhere else, especially with someone who she found it hard to talk to. Before the truth had come out it seemed easy and natural to talk to one another. Not anymore. Quinn was protecting her heart and not letting Puck anywhere near it. Truth be told she was also still a little stung about the sexting debacle. Puck was afraid that he would say something stupid and make Quinn even more upset with him so he tried not to say anything. However, there was one topic he discussed at length. That was Super Mario Brothers. Puck thought it was a safe enough discussion point that he could speak about it without risking being on the other side of Quinn's wrath. She hated when he talked about it as she had no interest in video games but she was polite and nodded along which led Puck to the idea that things were going well.

Three nights ago Puck had woken up in the middle of the night. He had all of the covers wrapped around him. He turned over to his side (Quinn was still making sure to sleep facing away from him) and saw that Quinn was on the edge of the bed curled up into a ball, shivering. Puck wasn't sure if she was awake or not. He adjusted the blanket so it was covering both of them and went back to sleep.

That would have been fine except the day before Puck had woken up to the exact same situation. He was being a cover hog and Quinn was shivering on the opposite side of the bed. He didn't want to risk waking her in case she was asleep so he just covered her with the other half of the blanket. Puck was starting to wonder why Quinn wasn't taking any of the cover off of him or asking him to share but he chalked it up to her being asleep and not noticing.

But that night he realized it wasn't a coincidence. Puck had woken up once more and found himself taking all of the covers. He turned around once more and saw Quinn all curled up like she had been the previous two times. He frowned and was about to pass the blanket over to her until he saw her move a little and he heard her shiver. He could tell that she was awake.

"Why do you keep doing this?" He whispered.

Quinn turned her head around and frowned. "What do you mean?"

Puck passed the cover to her and she immediately took it and wrapped it around herself to feel some warmth. "I mean that," He replied, "Why don't you just take it when I hog it or tell me about it in the morning?"

Quinn was now facing towards Puck. She shrugged her shoulders. "It's your house."

It had been clear to Puck that Quinn wasn't comfortable with living with him. She always asked if she could get something to eat or if she could turn off a light. She would announce when she was leaving a room and where she would be. She didn't feel at home to say the least. Puck couldn't blame her for it. She was probably just getting used to living with Finn before having to switch houses to some guy who had basically said he couldn't be with her unless she gave it up to him every day. He still felt awful for saying that. Sure, he had meant it but he still shouldn't have said it. Still, Quinn had been making it clear that he was always going to be second fiddle to Finn. Even if the baby came out with a mohawk. A guy can't sit around and take that forever without getting a little annoyed.

Puck rested his head on his arm as he sat up a tad. "It's your house too now. You can take food when you're hungry and you can take back the covers."

Quinn smiled. That had become a rarity for her. Life hadn't been giving her much of a reason to lately. Except Madonna. Madonna was a reason to smile. "Thanks… but it still feels awkward. I feel like I'm intruding on your family."

Puck rolled his eyes. "You shouldn't. If I wasn't an idiot you wouldn't be in this mess."

Quinn eyes looked down. "Oh I know that. Believe me. It's just… your mom. She doesn't make me feel the most welcome."

Puck nodded his head. He then felt Quinn's foot accidentally graze his knee and she immediately withdrew it. She turned around so she wasn't facing him as well. He was going to tease Quinn about her coyness but he felt how cold her touch was. "God you're freezing. You feel like an icicle." He acted on instinct and moved closer. He wrapped his arms around her and tried to transfer his warmth to her.

Quinn tensed up and whispered, "What are you doing?"

Puck moved a strand of her hair behind her hair and moved closer to her ear to whisper back. "You're cold. I'm warm. I promise I won't try to seduce you."

Quinn rolled her eyes, not as if he could see or anything. She wanted to push Puck away from her but even now sharing the blanket she was still freezing and she had to admit that Puck's body pressed against hers was working. She felt the warmth and had to forgo her pride so she wouldn't be frozen by the time morning came about.

They didn't talk. Quinn fell asleep in Puck's arms that night. She woke up and noticed quickly that she was holding his hand that was wrapped around her waist. She let go and gently pried his arms from her so she could get up without him noticing. She had become accustomed to getting up earlier than Puck so she could go into the washroom first and get ready for school.

As she was putting on moisturizer Quinn realized just how scary everything was. Puck was being nice. It was preferable to him being mean, but it wasn't safe. Being around Puck while he was sweet just made her fantasize what life could be like if she was with him truly. She could keep their daughter. They could be a family. Quinn never had a real family. She had a group of people who were determined to keep up their perfect appearance. Maybe Puck could be a good father. Maybe he could be a good boyfriend. Those were the thoughts that scared Quinn. She shouldn't be thinking such things. They would lead to disappointment. She had to distance herself. Plus, Quinn thought she was overreacting about everything. They had snuggled. It wasn't like the guy had gone on one knee and proposed to her.

While Quinn straightened her hair Puck woke up and noticed that he was alone in bed. It wasn't a surprise. Quinn usually got out of bed before him. Still, it was different that morning. Puck remembered the night before. He had done something he had sworn to himself that he would never subject himself to. He had snuggled. He had cuddled with Quinn. It was a scary thought. He couldn't keep getting so close with her. It was bad news. She kept rejecting him every time they started getting close. She lost her virginity to him. She then ignored him until he discovered that she was pregnant. He gave her money and told her he was serious about raising the baby together. She wheeled off with Finn in his wheelchair. He babysat with her and tried to prove he could be a good dad. She got pissed that he was sexting. He told her he would still be there for her when the truth came out about her baby's paternity. She made it clear that she wanted to do everything on her own. There was no winning with Quinn. Puck would always be second best to her. He was always the last resort. Plus, doing all this cuddling and pillow talk was turning Puck into a real softie. It was embarrassing and he couldn't stand how much of a girl he was being. Puck had to put an end to it quickly. He told himself that he needed distance from Quinn. He would be a badass again in no time.

Throughout the day Quinn and Puck barely said a word to one another. They made small talk in the morning but once they arrived at school they went their separate ways. Both really had no desire to be near the other. They had their reasoning for avoiding one another. Quinn wanted to protect her plans for the future. Puck wanted to protect his reputation. The other reasoning though was that both were afraid the other would bring up the night before. Sure it had been sweet at the time but now it was just awkward to talk about. They weren't supposed to be like that with each other.

Artie wheeled over to Puck's locker between second and third period. "Glee practice today after school. It's only for the guys. Mr. Schue told me to tell you."

Puck looked down at the kid with glasses whose name he occasionally forgot and shook his head. "I've got to drive – I just have stuff to do." He was about to say that he needed to drive Quinn home but he remembered how he needed to stop being seen as such a whipped idiot.

Artie shrugged his shoulders. "It's mandatory. Talk to Schuester if you've got a problem."

Puck nodded and walked in the opposite direction as Artie wheeled off to his next class. Luckily Puck had math now, which he usually skipped anyways, so he could easily find his teacher and tell him that he couldn't make practice. It couldn't be that important if only the boys had to attend.

Puck walked down the hallway to the Spanish office. He knocked on the door and Mr. Schue opened the door. "Puck," He greeted, "Shouldn't you be in class now?"

"I have study period," Puck lied, "But I had to tell you that I can't come to Glee after school today."

Mr. Schuester leaned against the railing of the door and crossed his arms. He didn't look pleased at the news. "It's mandatory."

Puck nodded. "Artie told me that but… well I've got to drive Quinn home and she'll complain all night if I tell her that she has to wait after school for me to go to Glee practice. I'll get Mike to fill me in for what I missed."

The Spanish teacher shook his head. He had plans for the practice that demanded that every boy in the club attend. "No. You have to be there Puck. This practice is important. I'm serious about this. I'm sure Quinn can find another way home. Couldn't Santana drive her home?"

Puck wanted to burst out laughing but he held it in. Quinn and Santana were not friends by any stretch of the imagination. They used to tolerate each other and pretend to be best friends. Quinn needed someone who would follow her every instruction while Santana needed to be friends with Quinn to stay near the top of the social ladder. Now that Quinn was basically a social wreck Santana refused to be nice to the girl. She didn't need to anymore since she was herself the top dog. The power had crept up to her head and Santana was abusing it every way she knew how. Quinn had felt betrayed but there was nothing she could do about it. Puck also knew that Santana had some jealousy issues with Quinn and he knew that was enough for Santana to refuse her a drive home.

"I don't think that'll happen Mr. Schue. I can't come today. Sorry. Quinn will just bitch to me again like everything that happens to her is my fault."

"No," Mr. Schuester said more forcefully. "This is exactly why you have to come. I don't care what your excuse is Puck. Unless you want detention for the next week you will show up to Glee practice after school today."

Puck rolled his eyes and walked away without another word. He didn't understand why he couldn't catch a break. He knew that if it had been Finn that asked to skip rehearsal he would have been given a free pass no problem. There was obvious favoritism in the club.

Puck pulled out his cell phone and texted Quinn. Glee club practice for the guys today. Can't drive you home.

He sauntered back to math class and sat down silently in his seat hoping that his teacher wouldn't noticed that he was fifteen minutes late. He took out his textbook and pretended to be working. His phone vibrated and he checked to see Quinn's response. What do you expect me to do? Walk?

This was more natural. Bickering and acting like putting up with the other was a chore was a much more comfortable feeling than falling asleep holding each other or whispering sweet things that only guys like Finn would say. Puck texted her back. Wait in the library until I'm done or get someone else to drive you home.

He knew she wasn't going to go for either of those ideas. Quinn liked to get her own way. No, more like she demanded to have her own way. It was selfish, but anytime he said anything she would remind Puck that she was carrying his bastard child and deserved to have a few luxuries.

Quinn was currently in English class. She has become distracted from reading Romeo and Juliet by Puck's text messages. She only had two options it seemed. Wait at least an hour after school or find another ride home. Quinn knew that the first wasn't really an option. She was sick of being in school. She was sick of the looks people were giving her and the whisperings that came out of their mouths. Quinn had even heard two science teachers whisper about her that morning. "That's her. She's the one that lied to her boyfriend. It's really his best friend's baby." Said a younger teacher who had black hair and a lazy eye. The other older teacher pursed her lips, shook her head, and said, "It's a shame. Wasn't she a Cheerio?" Quinn had walked away quickly enough to not hear anymore. Yet there was no running away from the gossip. The people changed but the whisperings stayed the same.

Since Quinn needed to live the building immediately she only had the second option available. The tricky part was finding someone to drive her home. The only people that really talked to her were the people in Glee Club. Puck had stated that the rehearsal was for the boys so her options were now down to five people. Tina and Mercedes didn't have cars and took the bus home. Mercedes sometimes got picked up from school or got a ride from Kurt but Quinn didn't want to be a burden on someone else's parents. Rachel got a ride home from one of her dads and Quinn was not about to voluntarily get into a car with her arch nemesis. That left only two people: Brittany and Santana. Though the former had a license and a car, Quinn still couldn't help but doubt the ditzy blonde's driving capabilities. Now that Quinn was responsible for a life other than her own, she couldn't risk things like getting into a car with someone who probably thought the yellow light meant speed up. That left her with one option. Santana. That wasn't much of an option. It wasn't for sure at all if Santana would give her a ride. They weren't on the best terms and Quinn could see Santana seizing the situation as an opportunity to show Quinn who was head bitch in charge now.

Still, it was her only shot. Quinn had lunch next period with Santana so she could ask her then. They didn't sit with each other usually. Santana never told her to leave if Quinn sat down with her, but she wasn't warm or welcoming in the least.

Quinn wished she had driven her car to school. She hated being so dependent on other people. However, she had decided it was the smartest thing to do to carpool with Puck to and from school in order to save money she would be spending on gas. Her car was rarely used and she had been considering selling it in case she ended up deciding to keep the baby (not likely) or needed the money after her daughter was born, she had moved out of the Puckerman house, and needed to pay rent (very likely). Now Quinn had to think over her decision. When she was in a position of scrambling for someone to drive her home, giving away a car didn't make the most sense anymore.

Third period ended and Quinn rushed to the cafeteria to find Santana. She spotted her sitting beside Brittany and a couple of other Cheerio's. Finn was there as well and it looked like Santana was trying to seduce him in front of the whole student body. Quinn knew it made the situation all that more awkward but her main priority was a drive home so she sacrificed her pride and walked over to the group.

"Hey Santana." She greeted, trying to sound as sincerely nice as possible. Quinn wasn't even sure if that would help matters. Santana seemed to be repulsed by positive human emotions.

Her former best friend greeted her in a monotone voice. "What do you need?"

Quinn bit her lip. "A ride home today. Please?" It seemed like the best strategy to be upfront.

Santana smiled patronizingly towards her. "Where's Puckerman? I thought your baby daddy was taking good care of you now."

Quinn looked at Finn who had grimaced at the comment. She knew he was still hurt by what she had done. She couldn't blame him. She was still trying to find someway to forgive herself for doing it. "He has to go to Glee practice after school," Quinn replied, "Can you give me a ride or not?"

Santana shrugged her shoulders. "Whatever. But if your morning sickness comes late like your period did and you hurl in my car; pregnant or not, I will slap you."

It took every bone in her body for Quinn to control her emotions and not start a throw down with Santana but she maintained her composure and walked off. At least she had a ride home. Her mission had been successful.

Quinn walked out of the cafeteria, past the teenagers wearing jeans and t-shirts without a care in the world, and made her way through the main foyer to the library. She had become accustomed to having lunch in there and getting ahead in schoolwork nowadays. She wasn't a regular teenager. Gossiping over water with lemon slices with the other Cheerios wasn't a part of her daily agenda anymore. Instead Quinn sat down at an empty table in the library and took out her English essay that she needed to self edit.

Puck was looking for Quinn. Maybe he was trying to not be so soft but he still needed to know if his baby momma had a ride home or not. He had walked around to a few places he knew she sometimes went at lunch but had no luck finding her. When he entered the cafeteria for the second time he remembered that Quinn had once told him that she worked in the library at lunch a couple of times. He decided it was worth a shot, even if he hadn't been in the school library since the beginning of high school.

He walked in and saw her sitting at the far side of the room. He walked over and saw her furiously scratching out words on a piece of paper in red ink. He cleared his throat to get her attention. Quinn looked up and saw Puck standing in front of her. "What?" She asked.

"You've got a ride home?"

She nodded her head. Quinn wasn't in the mood to talk to Puck. He was starting to become a little too attentive to her. Sure, it was nice to have one person in the world that cared about her but she had to feel a little resentment on that one person being him. "Good." With that Puck turned back and walked quickly to rush out of the library. Well, that was different. Quinn realized she had just been feeling perplexed about Puck's attentiveness towards her but now that he seemed distant she wasn't pleased by that either.

"Stupid pregnancy hormones." She muttered.

After school Puck straggled to Glee practice to meet up with the guys while Quinn met up with Santana to be driven home.

Santana sneered before the blonde opened the passenger's door. "You're not feeling queasy right?"

Quinn shook her head. Oh if only things could go back to when she was the most popular girl in school and Santana feared her. She would never dare make comments like that. Life was seriously unfair.

Santana put her seatbelt on and while backing out of the parking space asked, "Your house is his house now, right?"

Quinn nodded. It was the first time Quinn was happy to be living with Puck. His house was much closer to the school than hers. This meant less time spent in a car with a girl who looked like she could kill you with a single dirty look.

Quinn looked at Santana and was jealous. She got to wear the prestigious Cheerio's uniform. It was a symbol of belonging. It was a symbol of being a winner. Quinn envied all of the girls on the team, even if the weren't allowed to eat cookies or drink anything besides water.

"Do you guys hook up now?"

Quinn raised an eyebrow at Santana. She didn't remember when they had gone back to times of telling each other secrets and discussing things that friends usually did together. "I'm just asking." Santana defended.

"No," Quinn replied, "We don't."

Santana pursed her lips. "I thought you guys were dating or something?"

Crap. Quinn had forgotten that she was supposed to stick with that story. She wasn't sure if it was really doing her any good, but since she ha d told people once returning to school she had to stick with the story. "We are. But we're taking things slow. I've been going through a lot of stuff lately… as you know."

Santana nodded. "You feel really bad about lying to Finn, don't you?"

Was Santana really being friendly and nice to her? It was weird and didn't seem natural. Quinn however wasn't going to ruin the chance of having some sort of friend again so she told her, "I feel awful."

Santana clenched her hands harder around the steering wheel as she turned the corner onto a side street that led to the Puckerman house. "Then why don't you feel like a bitch for what you did to me?"

Quinn raised an eyebrow. She figured she had been wrong about Santana. She was still mean and hated her. "What did I do to you?"

Santana rolled her eyes. "Maybe we hated each other but we still called each other best friends. You slept with my boyfriend."

"He wasn't your boyfriend then. You broke up a week before."

"Doesn't matter."

Quinn knew that Santana was right. She hadn't been a very good friend when she had broken girl rule number one: Never hook up with your friend's exes. With all of the Finn drama Quinn had ignored what she had done to Santana. "I'm sorry. If I could take it back I would."

Santana turned onto the street that the Puckermans lived on. "Only because then you would be able to fit into your old jeans."

Quinn nodded. "That's most of the reason. But I also do feel bad about being a bitch to you. I'm not a very good friend. I'm not a very good girlfriend. I'm not a very good daughter. I'm not really a good person."

Santana smirked. "Well as long as you know it. So… you're pregnant and Puck will yell at me if I'm a bitch so I won't. But you should know that I hate that you guys are together, I can't stand you for being so holier than thou all the time and then getting yourself knocked up, and when your bastard child situation is nipped in the bud… I will still be top dog and I will be as bitchy to you as I would anyone else."

Santana had parked in front of the Puckerman house and Quinn wanted to run out of the car and into the house as quickly as possible after hearing such words, but she knew that if she wanted to show any ounce of self-respect she couldn't. She locked eyes with Santana, showing her that she wasn't scared of anyone. Quinn then flipped her hair and gracefully got out of the car, slammed the door not so gracefully closed, and retreated inside of the house.

Meanwhile, Puck was with the guys in the choir room. They were waiting on the seats for Mr. Schuester to join them.

"Why are we even waiting," Puck asked. "The dude can't even show up on time."

"Chill." Finn warned. There was animosity in his voice. They were still not on the best terms. Puck didn't necessarily know why. He would have thought Finn would be relieved to have such a huge load off of his back. Apparently that was not the correct

assumption.

Puck slumped into the back of his chair. He hated being here. Finn was talking to Matt and Mike about basketball while Artie was asking Kurt for advice on a pair of suspenders. Puck didn't have anyone. He was an outcast. He had always been the coolest guy or the smoothest guy in the room. He was always a badass no matter where he went. Now he was a nobody. Mike and Matt had told them they weren't picking sides but it was obvious that they sympathized with Finn. He had been too mean to Artie and Kurt in the past to even try and talk to them. Besides, associating with the two of them would do nothing but solidify his outcast status. All Puck could do was hope that Mr. Schue came stumbling into the classroom quickly.

It took about five more minutes for Puck to have his wish granted. The Spanish teacher came in the room with a stack of paper in his hands. "Sorry about the wait," He muttered as he handed out sheet music to each guy. "There were some printer problems."

Puck didn't look at the music. He didn't want to sing and wasn't excited about it in the least. Why did the guys have to do an extra group number without any consideration in the matter? It was… what was that word Quinn kept throwing around lately? Sexist. It was sexist.

"I'm not singing." Puck declared.

Mr. Schue frowned. "You are. All of you are. The way you guys have been treating the girls has been wrong. They've let me know a few of the struggles they've been going through as you know and I'm ashamed that you guys haven't been respecting them the way you should be. Finn, Artie, and Puck, you guys are the main offenders. You all will be singing this Madonna song to them tomorrow after school. So look over your lyrics and then we'll get started."

Puck rolled his eyes. It was bull crap that he had to sing some stupid Madonna song. Also, how was he disrespecting a girl? He knew it had to be Quinn since he never talked to Rachel, Mercedes, and Tina, and Brittany and Santana didn't expect to be respected. After all he had done to try and make her realize he was a good guy and she complained to their teacher about him? Puck was pissed. He turned the sheet music over and wanted to hurl when he saw the title. What it Feels Like for a Girl. That had to be the gayest song ever written. There was no way that Noah Puckerman would be getting up in front of any group of people and singing a song like that. The only bright side of the situation was that Puck didn't have a solo in the song. He would only be harmonizing. It was an upside, but Puck was sticking to his guns by saying that he would never perform this song in front of anyone.

Mr. Schue called the boys up to stand around the piano to sing the song. Just when Puck thought it couldn't get any worse. How sappy did the due really want to make this song? Puck begrudgingly walked over and stood beside Kurt and Matt. It started out with Kurt, Artie, and Finn speaking some lines. Then Finn started in on the singing. He seemed really into it. Puck cocked an eyebrow up in disbelief at how much of a chick his former best friend was acting. Then it was Puck's turn to join in. He sang out Strong inside but you don't know it. Good little girls they never show it. He hated himself for singing it. If anyone like Karofsky walked past the choir room now he would be dead. He'd be having slushee facials every morning for a year at the very least. Artie sang his solo line and then it was time for everyone to jump in for the chorus.

Do you know what it feels like in this world?

For a girl

For a girl

In this world

Mr. Schuester made some really weird hand movements as they extended the last notes of the words and Puck was horrified at how into this song everyone was. Didn't anyone else realize how lame it was to be singing this?

Puck decided to mock the boys as he mimicked some of Mr. Schue's hand movements while singing, Do you know what if feels like in this world?

Then it was over and time for Puck to say his piece. "I am not down with this," He let everyone know. "I like being a dude."

Finn replied, "That's because it's easy being a dude."

Was Finn really trying to patronize him? That was the second time today. Puck was not about to let the other guys think that he was some dog that could be kicked whenever someone felt like it. "Mr. Schue, I think we're going to need a new baritone cause Finn would like to become Finnessa."

Finn rolled his eyes. He had enough of his immature, betraying, former best friend. The guy was a douche.

Mr. Schue stepped in before anyone else could say anything. "Wait – hold on Puck. Finn has a point. I mean, haven't you noticed how low morale has been around here lately?"

Artie then told them some story about Tina overreacting about some feminism thing that Puck could care less about. Kurt then jumped in with his opinion about having to respect each other's talent and individuality. Puck could understand respecting the girls. That made sense. Singing some embarrassing song was what didn't. "Fine," He told them. "But I'm not singing this song."

Finn nodded at Puck. "We don't have to. We just have to make it right with the girls. Show them we get how it feels."

All the guys agreed to tell the girls that they understood their struggles of womanhood and Mr. Schue agreed that if they did they wouldn't have to sing the Madonna song for them. Finn would apologize to Rachel, Artie to Tina, Kurt to Mercedes, Matt to Santana, Mike to Brittany, and Puck to Quinn. Puck agreed to it to get out of singing the song but there was no way he was going to be telling Quinn he was sorry for anything. First of all he didn't think he had anything to be sorry for. He had always stepped up with Quinn, telling her he would be there for their baby and her, even when she didn't want him. He had given her a house. He didn't need to apologize to her. Second of all, he couldn't say sorry because it would go completely against the new demeanor he was trying to have with Quinn and the rest of the students. He needed to be tough. Tough guys don't apologize and start reciting things like 'struggles of womanhood'.

So Puck went home and found Quinn in what had now become their bedroom. She was sitting at his desk, which she had cleaned up a week ago, and was busy doing schoolwork. He plopped down, face first, onto his bed.

"So what was your secret boys only, no girls allowed, Glee practice all about?" She asked, not looking away from her schoolwork.

Puck didn't turn around so his voice was muffled. "Just extra practice for regionals." He lied, but he didn't care too much. He closed his eyes and went to sleep, trying to speed through the rest of the day.

The next day at school, Friday, Quinn was excited for the Madonna number that Finn had planned. It was set to Like a Prayer, which Quinn loved. It was the only thing that she had to look forward to that day. She loved dressing up, and learning the choreography.

Once the girls were changed into their red shirts and black pants, they walked out into the auditorium to meet with the boys. The Glee Club now included Jesse St James, formerly of Vocal Adrenaline. He transferred to be closer to Rachel. Quinn wanted to barf. Quinn saw Puck in his red V-neck and she had to admit that he looked adorable. She had been concentrating on avoiding him so much yesterday to protect her heart but it was hard when he cuddled up next to her or looked so cute. She fought her instinct to go over and kiss him. She wanted to. Even Rachel freaking Berry had a boyfriend now, and Quinn also knew hoe much it would upset Santana. However, Quinn composed herself and blamed her feelings for Puck on pregnancy hormones. So Quinn walked over to Puck. He was sitting down on the stage waiting for everyone to be ready. Quinn sat down beside him and whispered in his ear, "I heard your mom telling you that she's going to be out tonight and Hannah won't be home."

Puck nodded and looked at Quinn. "Mom's going out with some new guy and Hannah's at a sleepover."

Quinn smiled. "So if we have the house to ourselves… maybe we could do something."

Puck raised an eyebrow suggestively. He didn't believe what he was hearing. "Really?" He asked.

Quinn sighed. "Not that," She clarified, "But something."

Puck nodded and kissed her cheek. Sure, he wanted to be a badass and all but the prospect of having a make out session with Quinn was too good to pass up. He knew he needed to be sweet to her in the meanwhile so that she wouldn't change her mind. Hey, at least he managed to get it without having to say that stupid apology.

It was time for the group number to start and Puck and Quinn had a good deal of energy rushing through them as they performed. It was a fun song, and the dancing with the choir members was something they had never done before. Quinn hoped they would perform the number at regionals. She thought it was that good.

After they were done Mr. Schue and the choir clapped for them and told them how amazing they were. Each member of the club hugged the choir members and thanked them for singing with them. They then made their way into the washrooms to change back into their regular clothes. On the way to the girls washroom Quinn smiled at Finn and told him that he had come up with a great number. He nodded at her, but he didn't seem to be paying much attention. He was looking at Jesse and Rachel, who were holding hands and acting very couple-y. Quinn hated that Rachel was getting so much attention so she walked on.

Puck was waiting for her beside the door to the girl's washroom. He smiled as she came up to him. "I'll wait out here for you, okay?"

Quinn nodded and was about to walk into the washroom before she turned around and told Puck, "Don't change, okay? Stay in that."

Puck raised an eyebrow. "Okay?"

Quinn giggled. "I just think you look really cute."

Puck smirked and nodded. He watched Quinn walk inside the washroom and then let out a laugh. They were actually getting along. She wanted to do stuff with him, he figured the most she'd be into was making out but that was still an improvement over tensing up whenever their hands accidently touched. Plus, if she eased into the making out then he probably wouldn't have a hard time getting to second base. Dude, if he could keep Quinn in a good mood for a few weeks then he might have an easier time with the whole "getting a girl pregnant" thing. He'd still be a badass in front of everyone else to keep his reputation up, but he figured that now he could let his guard down a little in front of Quinn.

Quinn couldn't believe what was coming over her. All of the books had warned her that she might feel more… what was that word… aroused while pregnant, but she hadn't thought anything of it. However she had just tried being seductive and she was fantasizing about making out with Puck. Things were a tad weird, but it wasn't a bad weird. Quinn finished changing and came out of the stall to all of the other girls: Santana, Brittany, Rachel, Tina, and Mercedes all giggling and chatting away.

"What is it?" Quinn asked.

Tina smiled. "We're just telling each other about the sweet things the guys said to us when they apologized."

Quinn was confused. What apologies? "What?" She asked, a little afraid to in case she was left out of the secret circle.

Santana rolled her eyes. "Just because you're having a baby doesn't mean you have to have the IQ of one. That Glee practice they had yesterday. Where they were told to apologize to us girls for treating us like dirt. Puckerman didn't say sorry?"

Quinn put two and two together and figured it out. Puck had lied to her. He was a jerk. He was arrogant and didn't think he owed her an apology. Or he was just an asshole and didn't want to say sorry. She was embarrassed. She couldn't tell them that he hadn't apologized or she would be more of a reject than usual. She would have to lie. It was her only option.

"He did," Quinn repeated. "He told me that he was sorry for putting me through all of this. Not that it's any of your businesses."

Quinn then walked out of the washroom and saw Puck leaning against the wall, still in his red T-shirt and dark wash jeans. She scowled at him. He knew that he was in trouble, but he didn't know for what. He had only left her only for five minutes! She walked straight ahead, out to the car. Puck followed.

She walked out into the parking lot and stormed into the passenger seat of the car. Puck walked into the driver's seat and turned towards Quinn. "What the hell?"

"You lied to me." She declared.

Puck was confused. He didn't know what Quinn was talking about. She rolled her eyes. "You tell me your rehearsal was just a practice and then all the girls are in the washroom talking about the sweet apologies they got from the guys and I'm standing there like an idiot because you didn't say anything! And then I have to lie and say that you were sweet and told me you were sorry but you didn't!"

Puck gulped. He didn't think that Quinn was ever going to find out. However, he had underestimated the gossiping that goes on between females. He tried to cover his tracks. "I was going to Quinn, I was but I wanted to do it special. Later tonight I was going to do it."

Quinn shook her head, laid back in her seat, and crossed her arms over her chest. "You're lying. Again. Just drive home. I don't want to talk to you anymore."

Puck sighed. He had been looking forward to what had been in store. "So are you going to forgive me later tonight or are our plans off?"

Quinn gave him a death stare. She was mortified that he would bring up her lapse in judgment. She was also furious at herself for even thinking about hooking up with Puck. He would never change. Puck got the message and didn't wait for an answer. He put the keys in the ignition and drove them both home.

He slept on the couch that night. Quinn was extremely angry with him and not ready for forgiving any time soon. Puck knew that he had screwed up. He should have just apologized. Even a half-hearted sorry she probably would have accepted. But he had to worry about his reputation. He had to focus on his own self, rather than think of Quinn at all. What an idiot.

Quinn went to bed that night and decided that she would find ways to spend her time over the weekend out of the house so that she wouldn't need to spend much time with Puck. He had the most to apologize for and he hadn't said anything. What an asshole.

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