A/N: Sorry for the long wait! I have been REALLY busy but here is the next part :D
The song is Nothing Left To Lose by: The Pretty Reckless (Listen to it! It's a good one! and it helps understand this a little better :))
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After dropping Sam off I head home so I can eat, shower, and get ready for tonight. Pulling up to my house I see a familiar truck parked in front. I hop out of my car, grabbing my stuff, and walking up to my front door where one mohawked boy is sitting.

"What are you doing here Puck?" He stands up and shove his hands in his pockets.

"I wanted to see if you wanted to car pool to Santana's later." I cross my arms over my chest and raise an eyebrow.

"You could have just sent me a text asking. You didn't have to come to my house." He rolls his eyes and scuffs.

"Yeah well you don't reply to anything so.." I let out a frustrated breath.

"Whatever. I'm sorry Puck but I promised Sam I'd give him a ride." I walk past him and start trying to unlock the door.

"What so you guys dating again?" I turn around, keys still resting in the door knob.

"No, Puck, we are not dating. It is possible for a girl and a guy to be friends and just friends. I wouldn't expect you to understand that." I turn back to the door as I fumble with the keys.

"Well then it should be fine for me to catch a ride with you guys." I turn my head to look at him as I finally get my door open.

"Fine. I'll see you in and hour-"

"Actually I was wondering if I could stay here?" I look at him like he is insane.

"Okay, I'll see you in an hour!" I smile and go to shut the door when his foot stops me.

"Quinn, really?" I push the door open and cross my arms again.

"Yes, Puck really! I don't want you in my house. Besides my mom said no boys when she's not home."

"I'll stay in the living room I just can't go home right now." I sigh and let my head fall back.

"Fine! But you have to stay in the living room." I turn and walk into my house as he follows.

"What if I have to use the bathroom?"

"Look Puck, you can use the bathroom, you can get a drink, a snack, whatever but you are not allowed upstairs! Got it?" He holds up his hands.

"Yes mamn. I'll uh, be watching TV then." He turns on his heels and heads for the living room.

I groan and march up the stairs to my room and slam my door shut. I crawl on my bed and burry my face in my pillow and let out a scream. I roll over and try to calm my breathing.

God, why is he soo annoying? He goes out of his way to make my life a living hell. Why can't he just leave me alone so I can get on with my life? I get up from my bed and walk over to my desk and open a drawer pulling out a wristband, the wristband I wore when I delivered Beth. I clutch it to my chest and let a few tears fall as I remember the beautiful little baby that I gave up so I could…what? So I could be the pretty popular cheerleader? I kiss the wristband and place it safely back in it's place. I walk into my bathroom plugging in my ipod and blasting some female angst music.

Letting the hot water wash away all my worries, fears, and regrets. At least for the moment. I close my eyes and sing along to the song that hit's pretty close to home.

Calling out sins just to pass the time,

My life goes by in the blink of an eye,

I know you want me,

I was only lookin for a friend

And everything I was,And everything I've become,

Just falls to the end and

Now I see that you and me were never meant,

Never meant to be now,

Now I'm lost somewhere,

Lost between Elvis and suicide,

Ever since the day we died, well

I've got nothing left to lose,

After Jesus and rock n' roll,

Couldn't save my immoral soul, well

I've got nothing left,

I've got nothing left to lose.

I step out of the shower grabbing my towel and wrapping it around my body. Wiping off the fog in the mirror I stare at my own reflection. I used to be able to look in the mirror without feeling terrible about myself. Everyone has flaws and trust me I had mine, but now? I can barely look at my self without wanting to cry. I screwed up so many times and have hurt way to many people. The thing about mistakes is, making them, is human. It's what you learn from them that counts.

I turn and peek out of the door to make sure that the coast is clear. This would be one of those many times that I wish my bedroom was connected to my bathroom. Being satisfied I hurry to my room and close the door quietly behind me.

After throwing my self together as quickly as possible. I walk down stairs and walk into the living room to see a sleeping Puck. I can't help but smile at how cute and innocent he looks.

I walk over to the side of the couch and tap him on the shoulder. "Puck." He doesn't even move so I slap his shoulder harder and yell. "PUCK!"

He opens one eye. "What the fuck Quinn?"

I tilt my head to the side. "Well you are sleeping on my couch and we need to leave for Santana's so… get up!"

He sits up and rubs his eyes. "Sorry, your couch is insanely comfortable."

"Yeah I know. So can we go now? I told Sam I was on my way." He stretches his arms and I cant help but stare at how his muscles flex.

I turn and start walking towards the kitchen and grab a pen and paper and jot down a quick note to my mom letting her know I was going to Santana's.

Puck walks in and smiles. "We ready?"

I shake the weird feeling in my stomach away and nod. "Yep, let's go."

The drive to Sam's is quite awkward to say the least. Puck reaches to the radio and turns it down.

"So when did you start listening to this rebel music?" I sneak a quick look at him and turning back to the road.

"When I started relating to it." He nods his head slowly.

"Yeah you were jamming out in the shower." He lets out a low chuckle and I give him a disturbed look. "No! I heard from the living room. You had that music cranked up."

"Yeah well that's the way I like it." I can see a smile cross his lips and I have to bite my lip to stop from smiling.

We arrive at Sam's house and Sam is sitting on his front porch. I turn to Puck and he rolls his eyes. "I'll sit in the back."

Walking into Santana's house I can already tell this is definitely not a glee kids only party. There are over half of the football team and the cheerio's here. I sigh loudly as Sam nudges me.

"You alright?" I nod and he smiles. "You want something to drink?"

"No I'm not drinking tonight." He nods in approval.

"Alright well would you like for me to grab you a water or something?"

"Sure, thank you Sam." He leaves for the kitchen and I look around the house.

I get some up downs from some jocks and shoot them down just as quickly. I spot Santana yelling loudly while sitting on some guys laps next to the keg where Brittany happens to be doing a keg stand. I'm just glad this time she is wearing shorts, last time she flashed everyone her multi colored lace panties. I turn around and see Puck talking closely with Lindsey one of the younger cheerleaders. Even though I have no reason to be jealous, I am. I don't know why because I know Puck and I could never work. We are too damaged.

I turn around to walk in the opposite direction and bump into Sam, his Santana Lopez alcoholic mixture spilling all over my light blue dress. I gasp and Sam's jaw drops.

"Oh my gosh Quinn…I- I'm soo sorry!" I hear people start to laugh.

"It's it's fine." Someone grabs my hand and starts to drag me up the stairs.

Before I know it I'm in Santana's room. "Don't worry Q, you borrow some of my clothes!"

"Thanks Santana, but I think I'm just gonna go home." She stops looking through her closet.

"What? Why? You just got here!" I sit down on the side of her bed.

"I don't know I'm just not feeling this tonight." Santana grabs on of her little- and when I say little, I mean little- dresses and sits next to me.

"Look, I know you have had it rough, but you need to enjoy yourself. Stop punishing yourself for mistakes you made!"

"Thanks Santana." She hugs me, trying not to get red syrupy drink on her. "But I can't wear that!"

"Why? You have a killer body. Stop dressing like your from the Little House on the Prairie, and show off what your momma gave you!" And with that she left the room closing the door behind her. I pick up the dress she left lying down on the bed, it was black and simple.

I shrugged and tossed my now stained dress in the trash and put on the tiny dress. I NEVER wear black so it was really weird to see my self in all black. I'm not gonna lie, I look pretty damn hot. I finish cleaning up and make my way back down stairs to the party.

I get to the bottom of the stairs and I can feel everyone's eyes glued on me. I ignore all the catcalls and the death glares from all the girls and make my way back to Sam.

"Oh my god, Quinn you look-"

"I know it's very Santana." I laugh nervously as I pull at the bottom of the dress trying to make it longer.

"No, you look amazing!" I look up at him and his eyes are all over my body.

"Really? Thanks." His eyes not rest on my chest. "Sam?" I snap in front of his face.

"Oh sorry." He laughs nervously and I roll my eyes, boys will be boys.

I look over to my right to see Puck staring at me, his jaw practically on the floor. Yeah, I can definitely get used to this whole black clothes thing. I smile at him and he walks over to Sam and I.

"Wow Quinn, who would have thought the celibacy queen would be able to rock the sex god look."

"Well I slept with you didn't I? So I don't think I still hold that crown, but thanks." I start walking away. "You coming Sam?"

"Oh, yeah, of coarse." He starts to follow me and I turn my head towards Puck and raise an eyebrow towards him and continue on my way towards the keg.

A/N2: Uh, Oh, Is this the birth of our bad ass Quinnie? Hmmm I don't know we shall see! Please review and tell me what you think of it! Thanks for reading, but until next time….