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Quinn stared quietly out the window while Sarah lightly kicked the back of her seat and Puck played with the radio trying to find something good to listen to. He finally settled onto 95.7 an oldies station which Quinn didn't expect someone like Puck to listen to.

"What kind of stuff do you listen to?" Puck asked leaning back into his seat keeping his eyes on the road.

"Oh…umm alternative is good, you know like what do they call it…"

"Like indie?" he asked raising an eyebrow at the question.

"Yes! That's it. How about you?" she asked, not particularly happy with the small talk but felt like she should keep it up if they were ever going to have a real conversation.

"Lots of classic rock, like Zeppelin and stuff but the one in the back absolutely hates it, so I put on old 80's and 70's pop for her."

Quinn smiled and nodded acknowledging that she understood. "Why not the new stuff?"

"You never know when Kesha is going to talk about a slumber party in her basement, so I try to keep her ears pure." He laughed; turning up the radio just enough to hear what was playing.

Quinn laughed too, "Yeah that's true. You guys are really close huh?" she asked glancing up at him.

"Yeah, I mean I guess we have to be cause I have to watch her all the time when my mom's at work so yeah, but we don't mind do we?" he asked looking at Sarah through his rearview mirror.

"Nope!" she exclaimed, not even sure what she was agreeing to.

Quinn smiled to herself and turned to look out the window. She had a hard time getting over how well they got along, how much he cared for his sister. Sure, all siblings loved each other, but the way he cared for her was so evident. After a few moments of thinking about it, she concluded that he would probably make a really good father someday. All her father figure thoughts were cut short by Puck.

"Hey Sarah!" he called to the backseat. "Our song is on." He said turning up the radio.

Quinn raised an eyebrow at the guy who sat up in his seat and began strumming his thumbs on the steering wheel to "Boogie Shoes" by KC and The Sunshine Band. She could hear Sarah squeal with excitement in the backseat.

For every other verse he would turn back to Sarah and sing it expressively into a pretend microphone causing her to go into hysterics.

"Just to Boogie with you!'' he sung tapping Sarah's foot. "Boogie shoes just to Boogie with You" he smiled hitting Quinn's knee with his hand which sent a wave of a chill through her body, but brought a smile to her face. Not only at how into the song he got, but also because it was the first time that a guy touched her where she didn't feel like he was about to do something that would contradict the Bible. It was a safe feeling.

He finished the song humming the last words back to drumming on his steering wheel. When the song was over he turned the radio back down and went back to driving giving Sarah a high five for assisting the performance with inaudible acoustics.

"You just gave me a reason to like that song." Quinn giggled not wanting to take her eyes off of the mohawked performer.

He shrugged his shoulders. "My performances are usually body melters but you know." He smirked over at the girl who was smiling at him like a fan who just met their idol which made him laugh a little as he turned back to the road, and also flattered. He had heard from Finn that Quinn was usually really uptight and angry all the time, but Puck couldn't see how. In the past few days she had seemed like the very opposite. He finally just concluded that it was Finn, his moron of a friend, which made her that way so she probably was only like that around him. Puck often found himself the same way when dealing with Finn some days.

"Body melters" a phrase that clung to her mind. Well she could certainly see how, he had that bad boy edge that girls for some reason died for, but Quinn couldn't see him like that. She was sure that there was so much more behind that mohawk. The simple way he treated his sister gave her all the insight she needed. In her mind he was Noah Puckerman not Puck, though she'd call him that if he insisted on keeping up his 'image'. He was like an innocent little boy, but a compassionate one at that, and that was enough to make Quinn's body melt.