Hello! I am Sofiajedi, and since it appears that people actually read my fic, I will do my best to prepare an adequate introduction. This is the second installment of my fic, and I know it's rather short, but apparently that is how I write best. I am going to be away for camp for about 6 weeks, but after I return I promise I shall resume writing this. While you are waiting for chapter 3, anxiously I am sure, you should try reading some of my friend's fics. Her fan fiction name is WingedWolf121, and the link is .net/u/2371225/. She was a real help with my fic, and her two glee fics are very interesting and quite good. Thanks for reading, see you in six weeks!
The Hardest Challenge Yet: Part 2
Puck was ready. He was in the zone. Inside the choir room, Matt had his arms around Quinn's waist, and Puck was about to rip them out of their sockets and beat him to death with them. Puck cracked his knuckles, and gyrated his neck from side to side, loosening it for the incoming smack down.
By the time he was ready to kick-ass, Matt and Quinn were standing up, pressed against each other. Matt's guitar had been forgotten in their passion and immaturity, and lay strewn on the ground next to where their intertwining bodies stood. How could they be so irresponsible, forgetting about such a nice guitar, just to make out? Puck was blinded by his jealousy and it stopped him from truly realizing the extent of his hypocrisy. When he opened the door, Puck saw Matt's marauding hands go to Quinn's butt, and that was the final straw.
Puck stepped forward and in two powerful strides he had reached the offending guy. "Hey, asshole, let her go!" With that opening wisecrack, Puck put his arms around a surprised Matt's waist, and tugged him away from Quinn. Puck then grabbed the bastard by the throat, and shoved him until he reached a wall. Then, ignoring Quinn's frantic screams, Puck lifted Matt off the ground, and commenced whaling on him.
Matt fought back hard, but even though he was a dancer and a football player, he was no match for Puck. Puck was the man, bigger and stronger than the pathetic wimp in front of him. Matt was futilely fighting him, wriggling like a bug caught in a spider's web, but Puck was merciless. This'll teach him not to mess with the Puckster and his girl! And apparently this ass-wipe has got to learn the hard way. Puck decided to set to work on Matt's nose. We'll see if Quinn still wants to kiss him when he looks like a retarded clown! Puck smiled vindictively and pulled his fist back to deliver the first aesthetically crushing blow, but something stopped him.
Quinn. She had her warm slender hands around his bicep, and she was tugging at it. "STOP!" she screamed, "JUST STOP!" Almost against his will, Puck released Matt's throat, and let his body slide down. Puck felt a stab of vindictive disgust as he watched the worm's body go limp. He did his best to watch impassively while Quinn rushed over to Matt, and knelt by his side. She took the guy in her arms, examining him for any wounds Puck may have inflicted on the big baby's delicate skin.
"Are you okay?" Quinn asked in a breathless voice, "Did he hurt you?" this query was too much for Puck's admittedly pathetic self-control. "He's fine. The enormous over-grown toddler is totally fine! Of course, he would be better if he weren't such a wuss!" At this, he saw Quinn's back go rigid, and Puck knew he had gone too far. "You bastard. You stupid pathetic bastard," slowly Quinn rose and stepped up to him. She looked him in the eye, and he could see her anger and frustration. Then Quinn raised her hand into the air, and as it trembled, Puck knew what she was gonna do. He knew, and he did nothing to stop her. He was frozen, partly by shock, and partly by a twisted sense of penitence. Then, without warning, her hand flashed through the air, and slapped the side of his face. SLAP. Puck's face was turned to the side by the shocking strength of the blow. He waited for her and her boy-toy to leave, but Quinn wasn't done.
"You are a sad son of a bitch. What the hell is wrong with you? Do you have nothing better to do with yourself than torment me? You got me pregnant, you ruined my life, isn't that enough for you? Why can't you leave me alone? What did I ever do to you to deserve this? From now on, LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"But, but…" Puck could not believe what he was hearing. Quinn was screaming at him… telling him to leave her alone. Why? What was so wrong about wanting to protect her? He was just trying to keep her safe! "Quinn, I, I mean—" Puck's incompetent stutters were interrupted by Quinn's cold decisive tone. "Look, if you want to even be around me, you need to man up. Start behaving like an adult, because if you don't grow up and take responsibility, then I never wanna see your ugly face again!" And then, she left. Quinn was gone.
