Fact Three: When in doubt, shut up
Puck felt like a new man after that game. Sure Santana and him were fuck buddies but he wanted a relationship. A real one with Quinn Fabray. Unfortunately it wasn't so easy. In fact there were a lot of guys who wanted to get with her, mainly to get in her skirt. But that's not what Puck wanted. Not like anyone believed him though. He felt like such a wimp sometimes, because he wanted to ask her out but never did. He kept waiting for the proper moment. "So you like the bitch huh?" Santana confronted him. "Huh? No, what do you mean?" "Oh please puckerman, you've been watching her for the last five minutes. If you wanna dump me just go ahead and say it." "I wasn't..." "It's disgusting. Eye sex is not cool." "Fine. So, I like her, but so do ten other guys." "Hey, I know that you have more balls than all of them put together. Q would really be a prude if she chose any of them." Puck didn't say anything. "You're a good fuck Noah. I should know." "I don't want to fuck her. I want to date her. Like a real relationship." Santana looked hurt. "So, our relationship isn't real?" Puck backpedaled, "No I mean like, look, what we have is great, but-" "I'm just a quick fuck huh?" She composed herself before saying "Fine. Fuck you Fuckerman. Hope you enjoy chasing after cinderella." "Santana wait-" She just flipped him off and continued walking. He felt bad. Like Really felt bad. But he knew things with Santana would come around. They always did.
Today is the day Puck told himself. He waited by Quinns locker all morning and finally she arrived at 8:00 on the dot. She always did. Only this time she was not alone. She was accompanied by another guy. It was Finn who played football with Puck. What the fuck was he doing with Quinn? Why the fuck was she laughing at him. Finn doesn't have the balls to be with Quinn. All of these things filled Pucks mind. Fucking Finn. His eyes glazed over with liquid and he stomped away so that no one would see them fall. I'm such a pussy Puck thought. Fucking crying.
Santana did come around a couple of days later. She stopped by his house and they just chatted. No sex. It was weird for Puck but he liked it. They were friends. "So have you asked Q out. I can tell that she likes you. The way she's been looking at you ever since the game." "No she likes Finnocent." "Eww the dough boy?" "Yeah she was talking to him a few days ago. Laughing and shit." "Damn, well she'll get over it when she sees how small his dick is." Puck just laughed. "You're so weird Satan." "So are you." "Ya, I know." "So?" "So what?" "You giving up." "No, I just...I don't know." "Well don't fucking cry Puckerman-" "I'm not crying!" "Woah chill. I'm not saying you are. Or did-" "Shut up. I don't want to talk about her anymore." "She's not a fucking china doll, Puck. Just tell her how you feel." "I'm done talking about it." "Whatever." "Wanna make out." "No way Puckerman. I'm so over you."
"Hey Barbie." "Santana?" "Yeah it's me. Hey can you and I have a little talk." "I rather not." The thought of a cozy chat with Santana made Quinn feel very uncomfortable. "It's about the fetus face, I mean, Finn." "What about Finn?" "You dating him?" "No." Santana just glared. "I know what you've been up to with him. Talking to him, laughing with him, being all friendly and shit." "We're just friends. Why do you care?" "I don't. All I'm saying is that Dopy hardly knows left from right, and you're only making yourself a fool by chasing after him." "I'm not interested in him, however it seems that you are." "Ha!" Santana exclaimed "I'd rather fuck a tree." Quinn's nose crinkled. "Must you be so crass?" "Yes. I must." Quinn sighed. "Look Q, all I'm saying is that there are tons of guys who would kill to date you an hanging out with Dumbo isn't really the best choice." "No one wants to date me." "Don't be an idiot Q. Just open your eyes." And with that Santana strutted off.
Quinn thought about what Santana meant. The idea of having tons of secret admirers made Quinn all warm. She wish Santana would have just told her who wanted to date her. That would have made things a lot easier. "Can I sit here?" She looked up and saw Puck. "What?" "Um.." She watched him fumble with his words. "Nevermind." "No!... you can sit here." "Really?" "yeah. As long as you don't mind-" "Hey love birds." "Satan?" Puck ask and Quinn giggled at the name. "That's Santana to you, Roadkill." She sat down across from them. Puck sighed and sat down. "Aren't you two still dating?" "Nope." Santana said not remotely bothered. "Oh. I'm sorry." "Oh I couldn't care less. I'm going out with someone else and he's a richie from the west side, and he's 16." "Santana! You shouldn't date someone that old." "He's only a few years older."' Quinn just shook her head. "Don't be such a prude Fabray." "Hey!" Noah cut in. "Uh..." "What do you want to say Puck?" Santana asked expectantly. "Just ah, don't call her that." He looked at Quinn and looked away but he heard her whisper a quick thank you. "Uh...can I sit with you guys?" Puck silently cursed his luck, because Finn just showed up. "No." Santana answers quickly. And both Quinn and Finn look a bit sad. "No. You can sit here Finn." Puck said without thinking. He just wanted everyone to be happy, especially Quinn even if that meant inviting Finn over then fine. "Thanks." He still just stood there his eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration. "Um..." Puck understood immediately. "I'll move." He moved over next to Santana so Finn could sit next to Finn. Santana glared at him and mouthed "What the fuck?"
"I'm trying to help you out Puck can't you see that?" "I know but I didn't really care if Finn was there." "You're one messed up guy." "I just want her to be happy, i guess." "Don't ever say that again."
Pucks worst nightmares came true the next week when Quinn and Finn started dating.
"What the Fuck Fabray! I thought you were gonna forget about the brainless buffoon." "I was but he was so sweet. I didn't get any offers from anyone else." "Fucking puckerman." The latina muttered. "What?" "Nothing, just, you're way too good for him." "Was that a compliment?" "Whatever, but you don't have the brains to see what's right in front of you."
Puck paced around his room while santana painted her nails on his bed. "I don't know what you're so worked up about. It's a fucking school dance." "I just don't want to see them together." "Grow up Puckerman." "You don't know how it feels?!" "It shouldn't hurt this much." "It does though." "Find yourself a rebound. Fuck the pain out." Puck looked at himself in the mirror. He looked like a fucking idiot. "You're right. Fuck fabray. Who needs her." Santana just rolled her eyes.
She looked beautiful. Her dress was a beautiful seafoam color and her parents were actually proud of her. Finn looked great in his tux which he said was the coolest one the shop had. He also gave her pink roses, which were the most expensive ones there. She felt like a princess. When they got to the dance the were the best dressed people there. That was until Rachel Berry showed up in a pink satin princess dress that was definitely not from Lima. Quinn hated Rachel. She was annoying, and bossy. She made school look like a breeze and she was so talented. The way Finn was looking at Rachel made Quinn grip him tighter. Puck showed up with Santana wearing a second hand suit that he found at Goodwill and had his mom clean up. He immediately regretted showing up when he was Quinn and Finn. They looked like royals, and he knew that there was no place for him in that picture. "Hey Puck!" Finn called him over. He swallowed. "Hi." Quinn said quietly. "You guys looked great." He said it looking directly at Quinn. But she looked away. And Puck decided to shut up.