As Puck shoved the little Jew-Fro fart away, more depressed than ever, Puck threw on his shirt and walked out of there like nothing happened. Determined to find Quinn and get her to a place where they could talk was just as scary lifting up a nun's dress and taking a picture of her chastity belt. Nothing scares the Puckster. Nothing. He told himself. It gave him a little confidence. But he started to get worried after there was only ten minutes to the bell. He gave up hope after five minutes of frantic searching. On his way to biology, there was a crowd in the middle of the hall.
"Oh she has a family! She's a mother!" A familiar taunting but hot voice filled his ears. Santana. Mother? Someone's not pregnant are they? Because they'd usually turn on me when some girl is preggers. Puck thought, but he hasn't screwed anyone. That could only mean one girl. Quinn. The crowd parted as Mr. Schue and Quinn broke through. The crowd broke off to their classes and Puck leaned against the lockers. Mr. Schue ad Quinn were only a few feet away and Mr. Schue was saying something to Quinn. Once Mr. Schue and his curly hair walked off, leaving Quinn alone, Puck tapped her shoulder. She turned to him, furious, "What?"
"I wanna talk to you about something."
"Can it wait?" She was still seething mad.
"No." Puck grabbed her hand and dragged her to the nearest janitor's closet. It was dark but Puck didn't switch on the lights. Outside, the bell rang.
Quinn was flustered. "What do you want? We're already late for class."
"Class can wait. And you can too."
Quinn smoothed out her Cheerios uniform and then she faced Puck. Still flustered but not as much as before.
"You okay now?" Puck asked.
"Yeah. What do you want to talk to me about that's so important that we both have to miss class?" Quinn said, folding her arms.
"It's about…what…you know…" Puck began, feeling his voice crack.
Quinn's expression softened. Her lips formed into a tiny pout which Puck remembered when she was upset she'd pout like that. He also thought it was super cute.
"What…what about it?"
"I wanna be with you Quinn."
"We cannot go through this again. I already told you."
"Yeah, I know but still. We can't pretend like it never happened between us."
"Yes we can. We can and we will. If I didn't tell you all that stuff would you still go after me?"
"Yeah. Nothing's gonna stop the Puckster. Nothing. Not even you babe. Pregnant or not." Puck said cockily.
Puck put his arms over his head and stretched. The janitor's closet was small and dingy and smelled like paint. It felt very cramped up. Quinn bit her bottom lip, seeing the strip of skin on his abs. Puck yawned and put his head against the wall. "I'm waiting."
"I'm focusing on myself this year Puck and you cannot mess it up. I can't just show up with a man on my arm in the first week of school."
"Then we can wait." Puck said calmly.
"No. You can wait. Wait as long as you want, you're never going to make me change my mind." Quinn said harshly. Puck stayed quiet then he said, "Just give me a chance."
"You had it and you blew it."
"Then another chance. It might sound cheesy but I don't wanna live my life like you were never a part of it. We had a baby. We could've been a family if you just let me."
"But I don't want a family. Not now. I also don't want to have a family with you."
"Well that blows." Puck said casually.
"You are such a narcissist."
Puck's face twisted into a puzzled look. "What's that?"
"It means that you're an ass."
"I'm not an ass. I'm a badass."
"That was the best speech I've ever heard. That's that and if you say anything I'll rip your balls off." Quinn said. Puck wasn't sure if she was playing or whatever but he said, "It's kinda cute that you're getting hot and bothered over this. If this means nothing to you then why are you mad?" Puck teased her. Quinn found his cockiness infuriating but also incredibly sexy. Realizing the fact, she tried to think off puppies and Jesus which usually calmed her down. "I'm not mad Puck."
Puck smiled cockily. Puck moved closer. "Really?" He whispered. Feeling his breath on her skin made Quinn shudder. Quinn closed her eyes but instead of thinking of puppies and Jesus she found herself inhaling Puck's scent. It made her think of that night when they did it. The way Puck kissed her, she could just taste his mouth. She opened her eyes again. Puck's nose was at her cheek. Quinn's breath caught in her throat when she tried to speak but it was weak. "Yes." She could feel Puck smiling. He kissed her neck and she shuddered. He continued kissing her neck, feeling her heart skipping beats every three seconds. His lips moved up to her jaw and before he could kiss her she grabbed him by the shirt and pushed forward. "Puck. Stop."
"I was just getting started babe."
"Stop it Puck. I'll literally kick your ass and if you say anything else I'll make sure that bucket stays on your head for the rest of your pathetic, Lima loser life." Venom reached her words. Puck backed off a little. "Hey, I know you like it Fabray. Don't deny it. Just let it take over." He whispered in her ear.
This time she shoved him hard but he only took a few bumbling steps back. "You just won't shut up Puckerman."
"Listen Fabray, I've been in a weird place all summer and it's all thanks to you. I might walk around like everything's okay but it's not. I walk around thinking what's missing. And what's missing is you. It sucks. Don't you get it that I'm willing you to risk this for you? You know, sexting with Santana and all that crap."
"And you'll still go back."
"Please Quinn, it's killing me right now."
"No Puck, and a thousand times no.I've got to learn to be independent and you do to. Maybe…maybe when I'm ready and when if we're both still single, then I'll be with you."
"How will I know if you're ready?" Puck asked.
"I'll kiss you on the lips." Quinn assured him.
Puck smiled and Quinn kissed him on the cheek and then walked out, leaving Puck inside the dark, dingy janitor's closet.
