I do not own glee or the song below…the song is by Alice Cooper

Chapter 2- Puck and Quinn at school

Between High School and Old School

I guess I'm a loner, I don't fit in, no
I ain't too comfortable in my skin, oh
And I don't play well with the others
I'm stuck somewhere
Between high school & old school
I can't decide between my rules and your rules
Nobody wants me hanging 'round
Unless it's from a tree in the middle of town
And I'm out of step with the others
I'm stuck somewhere
Between high school & old school
I can't decide between my rules and your rules
I'm stuck somewhere
Between high school & old school
So I defy maybe all rules, maybe no rules
My clothes don't make me, my hair ain't cut right
And I don't care much, no I don't care at all
I guess my brain is out of sync, I think
I'm stuck somewhere
Between high school & old school
I can't decide between my rules and your rules


"Your tits are bigger." She slams her locker shut to glare at him.

"Thank you for noticing." She smiles sarcastically.

"I'm not the only one; you might want to cover those puppies up a little better." He motions towards her chest. "I mean, I like threatening people, but not this much…"

"I like them." She smiles proudly.

"So do I." He smirks at her. "Can I play with 'em?"

"Go away from me now." She shoves him away as she turns towards her classroom.


"Back the fuck off, sweat stain." Puck warns Jacob as he shoves the poor kid's face into the wall of lockers. "You don't talk to her, you don't look at her, you don't breathe near her…got it?"

"Yesh." He attempts to reply out of the side of his mouth.

"Puck let him go." Quinn appears at their side.

He does as he's told. Jacob looks at Quinn and thanks her.

SLAM. "What did I just tell you?"

"Not to talk to her."

"And what did you do?"

"I talked to her."

"Honestly Puck, leave him alone, he asked me one stupid question." She sighs.

"He asked if we showered together!"

"So what? Everyone wants to know that."

"At least he has the balls to ask…"

"True." He shrugs.

He lets Jacob free…again, shoves him away from them and turns to Quinn. "Sup MILF?"

She rolls her eyes at him, "You're a Neanderthal," and walks away.


Puck sits next to Quinn during Glee and shows her his phone. "I found this message earlier; it's from you at like, 1 in the morning…"

She looks at the screen. Quinn: cant sleep please come to bed

"It's from like, a week ago when I made you sleep on the couch." He knows when it's from; he's had it saved in his phone since then, trying to figure out how to broach this subject.

"Why would you think I would have my phone with me?" He knows why she would assume he'd have his phone, but he needs her to know that he's being a good boy.

She just shrugs and looks away from him. He grabs her chin and turns her face towards him.

"I'm not sexting anyone…cross my heart." And he crosses his heart.

She smiles at him even if she doesn't entirely believe him.


He grabs her arm and pulls her aside on her way to the cafeteria.

"DO NOT have ninja babies with Mike Chang." He tells her very seriously.

She looks at him with concern, "Have you fallen down and hit your head…again?"

"I'm serious."

"That's what concerns me." She says slowly and places her hands on his shoulders. "You need to stop watching Spike TV." She turns to walk away from him.

"Where are you going?" He asks nervously.

"Lunch. What the hell is with you?"

"I had this dream during Math…and you were…just don't procreate with Chang, ok?"

"Did Rachel teach you that word?"

"Ha. Ha."

"Look, will you stop with this Mike Chang BS?" She pokes him in the chest, "I sleep in your bed every night and I'm pregnant with your child. What are you so freaked out about?" She turns to leave and he shouts, "Tiny fists of fury!"


She's exchanging her books in her locker when her phone buzzes from her bag, she grabs it out and sees she has a few new text messages.

Puck: How do u feel bout bjs?

Puck: is that a no?

Puck: r u mad? Y aren't u answerin?

She throws her phone back into her locker and slams it shut.


Just as she is about to open her locker he sneaks his arm in front of her and turns the combination for her. "I don't get why he's always hugging you."

"Who are you talking about?" She asks as she gathers her things to take home with her. She is very glad that this day is over.

"Schue. He's a dirty old man."

She turns to face him, "Ok, first Mike and now Mr. Schuester? Mr. Schuester? Our teacher?"

He shrugs, "He hugs you, like, all the time!"

"He hugged me once. One time."

"Yeah, in front of me! What does he do when I'm not around?"

She walks away from him, but he catches up to her. "I need to get laid."

"You need a lobotomy."

"Have sex with me." He says as they walk past a group of girls neither of them knows, but they are all staring at him. She quickly realizes that he doesn't even notice.

"Okay."

"I mean it-wait…WHAT?"

"I said, okay." She winks at one of the girls watching their exchange; she thinks they must be freshmen.

She doesn't really plan on having sex with him…at least not while she can't even see her own feet, but it's so fun to mess with him and she's bored.

What she did not expect was for him to push her against the wall and kiss her.

The group of freshmen sluts start whistling at them and he flips them the bird as he drags her out the door toward his truck.


They're sitting in the middle of the crowded auditorium during a pep rally watching the Cheerios perform. "It's hot as hell in here." She's fanning herself with some sheet music he had rolled up in his back pocket.

"This is a fucking joke. Can we leave?"

"I wanna watch."

"Why? They suck."

"That doesn't make me feel better, I know what you're trying to do, but it's not going to work, they're obviously amazing."

"Dude, I used to like these things so I could watch Quinn Fabray (he nudges her shoulder) prance around in her little skirt, not these wanna-bes…that cross around your neck just added to the hotness."

"You're seriously twisted." She tells him while trying to hide her smile. She knows he's not lying; she's caught him staring at her more times than she can count since they were in seventh grade or before.

"Oh, like I was the only one…whatever, now I share a bed with you." He smirks. "Suckers."

"You knocked me up!"

"You let me!"

"Whatever…can we get out of here; I think I'm starting to smell."


He opens his locker and finds a folded piece of paper with 'Puck' written on it in Quinn's girly handwriting.

It's a list printed off of the internet titled, 'EARLY WARNING SIGNS OF A FUTURE SERIAL KILLER.'

Numbers three and seven are highlighted…at the bottom of the page she drew a heart and a 'Q'

He smiles to himself, remembering the time he told her the story of number three and his mom told her the story of number seven. N umber five is vaguely familiar as well, but he won't tell her that.

"Sweet." He's smiling so much people are looking at him funny. He coughs and quickly scowls.

This is going in the drawer with that picture he has of her.


"Is it me or is Rachel less annoying recently?"

"That's the baby talking."

"Why is that every time I say something nice you say it's just the baby talking…you're giving me a complex."

"The whole 'teenage pregnancy' thing didn't take care of that for ya?"

"I'm just saying, she doesn't grate on my every last nerve like she used to…I actually find her mildly amusing."

"That's because she's not eye-fucking Finn anymore."

"I don't think that's it…"

"Whatever, we should get back inside before lunch is over." He stands up.

She grabs his arm to stop him, "It's not because of Finn." She says forcefully.

He blinks at her a couple of times, "Okay."

"I think I feel bad for her…I'm more like her now."

"Who shot a load in her oven?"

"Wha-no, you idiot…no one got her pregnant…we're just…more alike now."

It's his turn to stop her, "You ARE NOT anything like Rachel Berry."

"I thought you kind of liked Rachel?"

"She's not bad…when she's not talking, but you're nothing alike."

"I just meant…I feel like an outcast."

"I hate it when you talk like this…I never know what to say."

"Puck, I've told you many times, it's much better when you don't speak."

"Because I'm awesome to look at?"

"Yeah, that's why…"


He sits down next to her at the 'glee table.' Everyone looks at him like he's lost. Yeah, they're all cool with each other but he doesn't ever sit with them at lunch. Ever.

He puts three milks and a very large chocolate chip cookie on her tray and places the tomatoes from his hoagie onto her salad. He kisses her cheek before he gets up. "Later dicks."

She opens one of the milks and starts chugging it when she notices that everyone at the table is staring at her. "What?"

They all start sharing these knowing looks.

"WE DO NOT SHOWER TOGETHER!"