A/N: You guys continue to amaze me - the response to last chapter was more than I hoped for. Thank you so much to all those who reviewed. I really appreciate each and every one.

I was actually planning on posting this yesterday, but life got in the way. I hope this chapter will make up for the wait!

Chapter title and lyrics are from a song by Maroon 5.

Chapter 3: I Can't Lie

I can't lie, you're on my mind, stuck inside my head
I wanna feel your heart beat for me instead
I just died so much inside now that you're not there
I wanna feel your heart beat like yesterday

"I really can't believe it," Artie says as he helps Puck unpack the few boxes he had taken with him to Quinn's. It was an easy move, since he had no furniture (he sold it all when he lost his old apartment and ended up giving a lot of the money he made to Artie, to pay him back for giving him a place to live for two weeks). "I mean, seriously, how in the world do you get a girl of that caliber to let you live with her?"

"Artie, please. You act like I'm out of her league or something. And keep it down. I don't want her hearing us talking about her."

Currently, Quinn is in the kitchen getting acquainted with Tina, who's helping Quinn make dinner. Puck is more than impressed with his new living conditions. Not only does his roommate supposedly love to cook, but the actual apartment is really spacey, something he's never been used to, even at the house he grew up in back in Philadelphia. The living room is big enough for a couch, a very comfortable reclining chair, a big screen TV, a large coffee table, and room to spare for even more. The kitchen is fairly small, but that doesn't bother him because he doesn't cook much. The bathroom isn't too big either, but once again that doesn't bother him. It's Quinn, he imagines, who doesn't like it so much.

But it's his new bedroom that he loves the most, or rather the fact that he has his own room, since he hasn't had his own room in the three years he's lived in New York. It'll be nice to have a place where he can just be alone. The actual building is great too. It's in short walking distance of his work, as well as the Starbucks Quinn works at, and it's not far from Artie and Tina's either. All in all, this place is a win-win for him.

Artie's voice takes on a whisper. "Look, I love you, man, but you kind of are out of her league. Do you see this place? The furniture, the decor? She's totally rich."

"No, her parents are rich. There's a difference. And what are you saying? I can't go out with rich girls?"

"No, that's not what I'm saying. You can, it's just that a girl with rich parents tends to like rich boys. It's not your fault they're shallow like that."

"Quinn's different," Puck say, and he firmly believes that. "She wouldn't have asked me to live with her if she cared about money."

"I guess. But did you see that huge picture of Jesus out in the living room. The girl's obviously a devout Christian. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but it's just that you're Jewish and..."

Puck's getting tired of Artie pointing out matters that really don't relate to his situation right now. Maybe if he and Quinn were actually dating this would all be an issue, but they're not.

"Yeah, I know, she already told me she's a Christian and she knows I'm Jewish. She doesn't care. It doesn't matter anyway. It's not like we're dating. We're just roommates."

"Yeah, I guess…"

He hands Puck a pile of clothes, which Puck lazily throws into the small drawer that came with the room (another thing he greatly appreciated - Quinn's old roommate had left behind her bed and drawer, as well as an old desk in the corner, which he'll never use, but still).

"Sorry, Puck. I know I'm not being very supportive. I actually do really like Quinn. She seems great. It's just the situation is so...strange."

"What's strange is that she actually is letting me live with her. I mean, look at this place! I'm one lucky dude."

"You really are," Artie says with a chuckle. "So are we about done here?"

Puck glances around quickly and nods. "Yeah, I think so. You heading out? Because I think Quinn's expecting you to stay for dinner."

"I know, and I'd love to, but I've got a huge test in two days and I haven't had any time to study lately, so I really should cram tonight."

"It' okay. I get it." Puck grins. "Come on, I'll roll you out."

After Artie and Tina say their goodbyes, Puck joins Quinn in the kitchen. He sits at the table, watching her cook, and strangely she doesn't seem to mind. She glances over at him as she stirs something on the stove.

"Tina's really sweet," Quinn remarks.

"She's pretty cool," he agrees.

"Artie's really nice too."

"Yeah, he's been my main bro since he started tutoring me junior year of high school. Believe it or not, before we were friends, I used to lock him in port-o-potties and then push it over."

"That's horrible!"

"Yeah," he says in a fond sort of way, "I used to be a punk."

"That's an understatement. So how exactly did you end up with such great friends? Because you don't seem much better today."

He grins. "Oh, come on, Quinn, we were going so long without any insults. Seriously, it's been like an hour. That's gotta be a record."

"I can't help myself" she says, grinning as she looks down at the bowl in her arms. "You're such an easy target."

"So are you, believe it or not." He stands up and goes to check out what she's making, but she quickly swats him away. "I won't touch anything! Promise."

"I don't buy that for a second. Sit back down. I don't want you ruining my food."

"Fine." He fakes a pout as he plops back into the chair. "What are you making anyway?"

"Nothing special. Just spaghetti."

"What's all that then?" he asks, pointing to the big bag of flour and sugar off to her side, then to the mixing bowl in her arms.

"This," she says, a big grin coming to her face, "is the special stuff. I'm a decent cook, but what I really love to do is bake. Especially desserts. And I'm pretty great at it, if I do say so myself."

Now he's really impressed. Unable to help himself, he stands up again and wanders over to her baking station. It looks like she's making more than one thing, as there's a bowl full of a chocolate mix, and on the cutting board is what looks like plain dough.

"So am I gonna gain a ton of weight while living here?"

"I would expect so, yes." She smirks over at him. "It's unfortunate, really, because I don't think you'll make a very attractive fat man."

"How sweet of you to say."

He attempts to dip a finger into the chocolate mix, but she grabs his hand before he can get within even a food of it.

"What did I say about touching?"

"Uh...I don't remember?"

She rolls her eyes and pushes him back towards the table, but he doesn't sit down again. He's too curious now.

"So what desserts are on the menu then?" he asks.

"Well, I decided to go along with the season and make a maple pumpkin soufflé. That's already in the oven, since it takes a little bit longer than the others. These," she says, motioning towards the dough, "are just going to be cinnamon scones. And if you're not a fan of either of those, I'm making a chocolate cake too."

For a moment, he's literally speechless. He has hit the jackpot. Seriously, this girl is amazing.

"I...I think I'm in love with you."

She rolls her eyes. "Don't get used to me going all out like this all the time. I don't normally have such a large menu of desserts. Also, since I did the cooking tonight, you get to do the dishes. It's only fair."

"Quinn, doing the dishes is the least I could do to repay you for, well, everything." He takes a few steps towards her and puts a gentle hand on her arm. "Seriously, thank you for this. For inviting me to stay here with you even though I annoy the hell out of you."

She wears a small smile as she looks down at the floor and he can tell she's embarrassed.

"You don't annoy me that much," she says as she peeks back up at him.

"I find that hard to believe."

"Well, you used to, but I've now learned to accept that it's just who you are."

He looks softly down at her, noticing now that her face is only a few inches away. He moves his hand up to graze her cheek. For a small moment, his eyes meet hers and he's leaning down, preparing himself for a kiss - and then her hands clasped around his own and she's giving him a warning look.

She repeats her words from earlier. "What did I say about touching?"

"But that was about food," he says, grinning down at her.

"It applies to me too. Now go sit down."

She gives him a look that's supposed to be stern, but just ends up making him smile as he does as she orders. As much as he hates the break in the little moment they were having, he knows it's probably for the best. He doesn't need to complicate things on the first day he's living here. From his position at the table, he watches as she reaches up and pulls a pan off the top of the fridge. She picks something out of it and hands it to him. To his enormous delight, he finds in his hand the most delicious looking brownies he's ever seen.

"Something to hold you over," she says.

He just shakes his head. "You are an incredibly amazing woman, do you know that?"

"I'm aware."

He takes one bite of the brownie and is in heaven. "Holy shit, this is good."

She looks at him like it's the most obvious thing in the world. He takes another bite and then another until it's all gone and he's feeling incredibly sad at the loss of it.

"Seriously, you should like open your own bakery, because that right there was like...orgasmic."

She rolls her eyes at his last comment, but her reply is a pleasant surprise. "It's funny you say that, actually. Opening my own bakery is kind of my dream. Of course, my parents would never approve. Well, my dad wouldn't. My mom might, since she taught me almost everything I know. But my dad...no, definitely not."

"Why? He'd rather you do what every other person does and work some boring office job? Where's the fun in that?"

"My dad doesn't care about fun," she says, and her face contorts bitterly. "Not for me at least. You'd see that if you met him, and trust me, you don't want to meet him. Don't get me wrong, I love him, I do, but he's..."

"Strict?"

"More like really judgmental against anyone who don't meet his standards."

Puck wears a knowing grin. "And let me guess, I don't meet them."

"No." She smiles softly as her eyes focus on the bowl of spaghetti she's stirring. "But don't feel bad. There's very few people in the world who do. He's a very hard man to please."

"I bet he's happy that you're working at Starbucks then."

"Oh, he doesn't approve at all. He has nothing against the place, it's just that he'd rather me not work at all. He's always telling me there's no point, that with my trust fund I have more than enough money to take care of me, and instead I should just focus on school. But I just can't do that. I mean, I'm twenty-two years old. I'm an adult. I shouldn't have to rely on my parents for money; I should be earning my own. You don't know how hard it is for me to deposit the check my parents give me each month. Even though I make most of my money, I just feel like I still depend on them so much. That's why I needed a roommate. I couldn't ask them for more help, not because I didn't want to be a burden to them, but because it would literally be a burden for me."

He sits there for a moment, taking in her words, and comes to the quick conclusion that she truly is one remarkable person. He's observed many people with very wealthy parents, breezing through life, not ever having to worry about whether or not they'd have to make this month's rent - not having to worry about money at all. And to be honest, if he was in their position, he would probably be the same way. But here's Quinn, whose parents want nothing more than to feed her money, and she would rather get her own job, pay her own rent and her own bills, and the only reason she's accepting some of their money in the first place is because her job doesn't pay very well. It's crazy, but at the same time a sign of responsibility that not many people their age show.

"Quinn, you're incredible. Seriously."

She smiles over at him as she cuts again into the brownie pan, and, as if to prove his point, hands him another one.

"I'm far from incredible. You of all people can see that I'm kind of a..."

He speaks through the practically whole brownie in his mouth. "Bitch?"

"To put it loosely."

"I like that about you, though. You'd be boring if you were perfect. Plus, I like that you don't take anyone's crap. I need a woman like that in my life, since my mom tends to spoil me to death."

She looks at him with a wry smile. "Why doesn't that surprise me?"

He laughs. "I think it's probably that stereotypical Jewish mama's boy thing."

"Could be that," she says, laughing along with him.

"It's kind of true, though. Most of the time, at least."

"And how does she feel about this whole roommate thing?"

"She doesn't mind. She just wants what's best for me. It did help when I told her you were a prude Christian girl who doesn't date."

Quinn turns from the stove to glare at him. "I'm not a prude."

"I think it's obvious that you are. I mean, how many girls your age don't date?"

"Plenty. It's not uncommon at all."

"Okay, let me rephrase. How many girls your age actually choose not to date?"

She grits her teeth as she begins roughly rolling out the dough for the scones. "There's nothing wrong with not wanting to be in a relationship, Puck."

"I'm not denying that. See, I have absolutely no desire to be in a relationship either. But that doesn't mean I'm not gonna go out and sleep with any hot girl I can get."

"Excuse me for not wanting to be a slut like you."

He laughs. "I'm not a slut, Quinn, I'm just having fun.

Puck can tell he's really rustling her feathers now. He should probably stop, but he can't help it. Quinn's too uptight for someone their age. She needs to learn to loosen up once and awhile and he is taking it upon himself to be the one to help her do just that.

"Well, sleeping around isn't what I would call fun. Sex is supposed something sacred, Puck. It's supposed to between two people who love each other, and who are preferably also married."

"Oh, no," Puck says, shaking his head as he holds back a grin. "You're one of those sex is for marriage Christians, aren't you?"

She scowls over at him. "Don't act so surprised. It's amazing how people seem to think it's a sin for people to think that these days."

"It's not a sin. It's just weird."

"To you, but not to me." She isn't looking at him, her jaw clenched as she focuses on stirring the spaghetti sauce. He can tell that his teasing her about this particular belief of hers is not a good idea. Now he just feels bad.

"Look, Quinn, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you-"

"You didn't offend me," she quickly cuts in. "It's just something that I believe, something personal to me, and I don't expect you to understand it. Besides, it's just as wrong for me to criticize you for believing what you do." Her voice is soft now. The anger has quickly dissolved. He's incredibly relieved; Quinn is kind of scary when she's angry.

"So you're not mad at me?"

She smiles. "I think I'll always be mad at you for something, Puck."

"Yeah." And, as if to prove her point, he proceeds to make his way over to the mixing bowl on the counter and dips a finger into it. He grins in triumph as he eagerly licks it up, earning him a hard glare. "You probably will be."

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Dinner is almost ready when there is a knock on the door. Quinn smirks as she sets the plate on the table. She's positive she knows who it is. Puck, who is now sitting in the living room trying to set up his X-Box, watches curiously as she goes to answer it.

"Hello, Rachel," Quinn says as the door swings open.

Rachel was supposed to be at rehearsal for another few hours tonight, but Quinn knew she would end up finding a way out of it, and it seems she had. When Quinn called her last night to tell her that she found a new roommate and he was none other than the guy from Starbucks, Rachel had been itching to meet him. She's actually a little surprised that Rachel hadn't shown up sooner.

Finn is also with Rachel, which Quinn thinks is a good thing, since she's sure he and Puck will get along. Like Puck, Finn is a video game fanatic. He's also a drummer and singer, which Quinn is certain will break the ice if nothing else does.

"I got out of rehearsal early," Rachel says, answering Quinn's unasked question.

Never one to be subtle, she keeps peeking over Quinn's shoulder to get a good look at Puck. Finn stands next to her, looking slightly anxious.

"Hey, Quinn," Finn says so quietly it's almost a whisper, "do you really thinks this whole thing's a good idea? I mean, how much do you know about this guy?"

"I know enough," Quinn says. She's grateful for Finn's brotherly concern, but she hopes that he won't bring it out in front of Puck. She gives Finn a reassuring smile. "Don't worry about me. Puck's harmless."

"Is he here?" Rachel asks. She can't seem to see around Quinn.

"He's here. He's in the living room, and I'm just finishing up dinner."

"Awww, you made him dinner?" Rachel says this as if it's the most adorable thing in the world.

"Rachel," Quinn says warningly.

Rachel had bothered her again last night about the supposed chemistry that Rachel had seen between them at Starbucks, and Rachel now seems convinced that something is bound to happen.

Rachel just shrugs. "Are you going to invite us in or not?"

Quinn isn't sure she wants to if Rachel is going to act like this and therefore risk embarrassing her, but at this point she doesn't have a choice.

"Yeah. I've got enough food, so you can eat with us if you want."

"Ooh, I want," Finn says, now looking extremely happy at the mention of food.

Quinn lets them both in, feeling slightly awkward as she leads them into the living room where Puck is waiting. He stands up to greet them, the essence of a polite gentlemen. She can't help but smirk at how weird it is seeing him not act like the smartass he really is.

"Rachel and Finn, this is Puck. Puck, these are my two best friends, Rachel and Finn."

"Nice to meet you," Puck says, shaking Finn's hand and smiling warmly at Rachel.

"Same here," Finn says, smiling politely, although Quinn notices that Finn's grip on Puck's hand seems particularly tight.

"I saw you with Quinn yesterday, didn't I?" Puck asks, directing his focus on Rachel.

"You certainly did," Rachel says a bit too excitedly.

An awkward silence begins to take over, which Quinn quickly breaks. "The food's ready, if you guys want to eat."

They all follow her into kitchen and it isn't long before Rachel's taken hold of the conversation. She ends up asking Puck about his music and he tells her that he's been singing for most of his life. He had a band back in high school, but most of them ended up going in different directions for college, so they were forced to break up. Rachel then brings up that Finn plays the drums, which leads to the bonding that Quinn knew was bound to happen.

As Puck and Finn get lost in talk of different bands, Rachel turns to Quinn. "Puck's so sweet."

Quinn snorts. "Yeah, he has this amazing ability to go from super charming to super annoying in about two seconds."

Rachel wears a knowing smile as she leans in to whisper in Quinn's ear. "You're totally into him."

Quinn just sighs. Rachel, the hopeless romantic, has known about Puck for all of twenty-four hours and she's already told Quinn this same thing at least two other times. Quinn is tempted to not even grace Rachel with a response, but then she realizes that Rachel will take no answer as a positive and so she quietly counters.

"I don't know how many times I have to tell you this - I'm not."

Rachel doesn't seem to believe her and she's just about to open her mouth with a retort when Puck's loud laugh interrupts.

"You were in a glee club?"

It's amazing how fast Rachel Berry's persona can change. She goes from marveling over how amazing Puck is for Quinn to glaring at him like he's public enemy number one all within the time it takes to blink. It takes all Quinn has not to burst out in laughter.

"Are you insinuating that there's something funny about being in a glee club, Puck?" Rachel asks.

Puck doesn't seem to be afraid of her. "Well, for a certain type of person, no, but for others..." He looks at Finn, who doesn't really seem bothered by Puck's reaction. Rachel, on the other hand, looks on the verge of throwing something.

"It was kind of lame sometimes," Finn says. "And I'll be the first to admit that I wasn't exactly thrilled to be a part of it at first. But as time went on, I grew to love it." He looks at Rachel and Quinn. "We all did."

Puck's eyes widen as he turns to look at Quinn. "Wait, you were in the club too?"

Quinn sighs, preparing herself for the teasing to come. "Yes."

Puck doesn't laugh though. Instead, he looks oddly intrigued. "So you sing?"

"Well, you can't be in my glee club and not be able to sing," Rachel says, and by her sarcastic tone it's obvious that she no longer feels the way she did about Puck that she did only a minute earlier. She continues, grumbling, "I can't speak for other glee clubs. It seems like they'll let anyone in these days."

Puck ignores Rachel's remarks, focusing solely on Quinn. "You've been holding out on me."

"We've known each other for two weeks. How can I possibly have been holding out on you?"

"Because you know I sing. And apparently you do too. It's something we have in common - something you might bring up in a lagging conversation when you're trying to fill the silence."

"We haven't had any lagging conversations, Puck."

"Whatever." He was looking at her with scheming eyes. "Now that I know this secret you should join me out on the streets someday. I bet I can make triple the money with a hottie like you harmonizing by my side."

She sighs irritably. "Puck, I'm not singing with you," she says very firmly, so he won't get the wrong idea. She hasn't sung much since high school, mostly because she had no reason to. But she certainly isn't going to start again just to sing out on a street corner. No way.

"Well, fine. You don't have to sing in public with me. But you've got to at least let me hear what you've got. You owe me that."

"I don't owe you anything," Quinn says. "If anything, you owe me. I'm giving you a place to live. I'm feeding you."

"True. But I never asked you to do any of that."

Quinn turns to Rachel for support, but unfortunately Rachel's just beaming at her in that annoying "you belong together" way she had earlier; apparently she has already forgotten everything Puck said about glee club.

Quinn glances over at Finn, who's watching them both with an amused look on his face. Quinn's eyes meet Finn's in a stony glare. If she can't have Rachel's support, then she needs to make sure she at least has Finn's. At first Finn just stares back at her, confused, but a second later he seems to get the message.

"Hey, uh." Finn clears his throat as he turns to Puck. "How about you show me what you can do on the guitar?"

Puck looks pleased at this idea and a few moments he and Finn have disappeared into his room. Quinn stands up to start clearing the plates just as Rachel opens her mouth to tell Quinn exactly what she's thinking - and those are thoughts that Quinn can do without, as she's sure she has already heard them all before.

"Rachel, shut up."

"I haven't even said anything."

Quinn moves over to the sink and begins working on the dishes. It's not even a second later when she feels Rachel's presence beside her. Frowning, she turns to look at her best friend. She's surprised to see that Rachel looks apologetic.

"I'm sorry. I know I've been pushy about Puck." She takes a few plates from Quinn and loads them into the dishwasher. "I just want you to be happy. And you've been alone for too long."

"I've been alone for three years," Quinn says evenly, "and that was my choice. You know my no dating until after college rule."

"But what if you found a guy that was worth breaking that rule?"

Quinn shrugs. "I haven't."

Rachel wears a frustrated frown as she continues loading dishes. "But Puck-"

"Is not the type of guy I'd break my rule for," Quinn finishes for her. "You don't know him, Rachel. We're different people, with a different set of beliefs and values. We wouldn't work."

"You don't know that."

"Rachel, I really don't want to argue about this anymore. I know you just want me to be happy, but I am, and I certainly don't need a guy to be. So please just support me on this, okay?"

"Okay." Rachel smiles at her as she closes the dishwasher. "I'm sorry," she says again. "I just can't help it. I'm a romantic at heart, you know."

"Oh, I know."

Quinn thinks back to the countless times Rachel has tried to set up her friends. Only a few of those couplings had actually been successful, but apparently that was enough for Rachel to fancy herself New York's greatest matchmaker.

Rachel starts up again, but this time she's changing her tune. "You know, maybe he isn't good for you. I mean, the way he was talking about glee..."

She glares scornfully down at the glass she's holding and starts rambling on about how glee club isn't anything to make fun of and not only does Puck have no idea what he's talking about, but he also clearly has no taste considering the bands he kept raving about to Finn.

Meanwhile, Quinn listens with an amused smile. After all, berating Puck has become one of her newest favorite past times.

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Puck is in the middle of singing his acoustic version of one of his all-time favorite songs ("Shook Me All Night Long", classic AC/DC, he has sung it countless time in bars and it always seems to be the one that gets him the girl at the end of the night), when Finn so rudely interrupts.

"So there's nothing, like, going on with you and Quinn, right? You're just roommates?"

"Dude, I was getting to the best part!"

"Yeah, no offense, but I was getting kind of uncomfortable, seeing as you're singing that you shook me all night long and all. It's weird." Finn offers him a grin. "I mean, we just met, man. It's kind of too soon, you know?"

Puck grimaces. "And you've now ruined the song for me. Thank you very much."

"Can't say I'm sorry about that. I never liked AC/DC."

Puck stares at him with grim eyes. "Alright, maybe this newfound friendship isn't gonna work after all. I think you should go, Finn."

"Seriously." Finn takes a seat next to Puck on the bed and looks at him anxiously. "You're not into her, right?"

Puck sets his guitar down and looks at Finn curiously. "Why? Are you?"

Finn just laughs. "No way. I mean, we dated back in high school, but it was kind of a disaster. It's just that we're still pretty close as friends, and I don't want to see her hurt. Don't get me wrong, you seem like a good guy, it's just that she's kind of…"

"Innocent?"

"Well, yeah, I guess if you want to put it that way. Look, I just think you're a little too much for her and I guess..."

Puck gets what Finn's trying to say. It doesn't take a genius to put two and two together. Finn barely knows Puck but he's already read him perfectly. He sees that Puck isn't exactly boyfriend material, and Puck won't even deny that he's wrong there.

"I get it, man," Puck says. "And don't worry, nothing's going to happen between us. I mean, I can't lie, I like her a lot. But I'm not a one girl type of guy. Not right now. And we both know that she deserves no less than a guy who's going to be completely devoted to her."

Finn looks relieved at Puck's words. He swats Puck's back with one hand and sends him a grin. "Good to hear."

Puck just nods, forcing a small smile. Truthfully, he wishes he were wrong about himself, that he could be a one-woman kind of guy, that he could be good enough for someone like Quinn. And it's funny because he's never wished that before. He's always been happy being single, enjoying the freedom that bachelorhood gave him. Until now. And it's kind of freaking him out.

"So, listen," Finn says, thankfully drawing him out of his thoughts, "my buddy Sam and I have been thinking about starting a band for a few years now, but we've never really had enough people to get started. You mentioned you have friend that plays the bass, and you play the guitar, so..."

Puck grins. "You asking me to join?"

"If you want," Finn says with a shrug. "It could be fun."

"Yeah, it could," Puck says thoughtfully.

He had been in a few bands before. He and Artie had started one back in high school, but they'd broken up pretty fast (probably because Puck had slept with the drummer's girlfriend). Then there's the one he and Artie started a few years ago, with this guy that Puck had worked with at the guitar shop. But then the douchebag had to go steal a car and get arrested and they were left with just a guitar player and a bassist once more. So, needless to say, his luck with bands isn't the greatest. Now, though, he sees a lot of potential in Finn.

He nods approvingly as he looks at Finn. "Sure, I'm in. And I'm sure Artie will be too."

Finn breaks into a wide smile. "You know, Puck, I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship..."

A/N: This chapter was in a way an introduction to this AU universe – kind of filling in the blanks for how this world is different than the canon universe. It was also important to see how Puck and Quinn differ in their beliefs and views, because that will set up things for later on. Next chapter is where the drama really starts.

I'm not sure when the next chapter will be up, but I know it won't be too long. I'm getting kind of close to catching up to myself (I've written about six chapters so far), so I want to give myself time to write in between updates. Because if I do catch up to myself then the waits in between updates are going to be more like a couple of weeks rather than just a couple of days – and I know you guys don't want that, and I don't want it either. So I'll probably wait another three or four days, but no longer than that.

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