Chapter 4

Pucks POV

It had been a month since Quinn found out she was pregnant, and sure enough Puck was get hammered almost every night, from cash that just kept appearing in his room. He'd been caught out by about half the teachers for being either hungover in his classes, the ones he'd turn up to anyway, or sneaking some booze from a flask from his jacket pocket. That was how he landed himself in a fortnight's worth of detention, unluckily, on the detention rota it was either Coach Sue, who never turned up to do them, just rigged the room with cameras, or Miss Pillsbury but she just spent most of her time daydreaming about Will. It was a little disturbing.

Puck was sat at the back of his class on his own. It was Sues turn to do detention, so she obviously wasn't there and was torturing the Cheerios still from their earlier practice. His flask of 'water' had been confiscated when Sue frisked his jacket with a metal detector like they had airports, where did she even get that from?! He kicked his feet up on to the desk in front of his, ignoring the heavy thud his boots made when they were in contact with the cool table. He saw a small blonde haired Cheerio, searching through doors of each nearby classroom, finally stopping at his where he looked up, actually looking interested in what was going on. "What's up Q?" He asked, his eyes running down her uniform covered body, almost in search for any blood he was that concerned. This year she was different, she didn't always strut around in her uniform, only on evenings when she had training. "Did Sue fall and hurt herself? Did you get a recording of it? That'd be awesome to re-watch in slow motion." Quinn just raised an eyebrow, he was never going to change.

"Sue just wanted me to make sure you hadn't done a runner, like last time." She sighed and stepped a little closer into the room. "What are you even doing here again Puck, I thought you were cleaning yourself up and so on?" She questioned and rocked on the heel of her perfectly white gym sneakers. "Does this have something to do with it?" She asked and held up his silver filled flask. "Because if it is I'm quite ashamed."

Puck got up off his seat, slowly walking towards her with his head bowed slightly. "It's my way of dealing with crap." He shrugged, it made sense to him anyway. "You do Cheerios and study and stuff for calming you down. I drink. That's no one elses problem but my own, now hand it back." He requested and held his hand out for her to place it into. She just stepped back, tucking it in the skirt of her Cheerios outfit. "Nope. You're not wasting money on alcohol. You need to stop, I know you don't actually like not remembering what you did." She was right, they both knew it, she wasn't just clever in general, she knew the way Puck acted and didn't like to act.

Puck stepped even closer, his hand reaching out as if to grab the flask and make a quick break. "You shouldn't even be near alcohol when you're..you know." He whispered, not wanting anyone else to hear if the room was rigged.

"I'm not like you Noah" She snapped. "I can resist any kind of urges thrown at me, most of the time anyway, alcohol is one of the things I don't feel the need to always have." She told him through gritted teeth. "If you want to be involved in anything this time you have to act like a responsible adult, who doesn't do stupid thing ever damned evening." She told him with a pointed finger. Cooper was right, it did add that dramatic effect.

"Like you even want me involved! If you did, your mom would know that it was me who did this to you. I know she doesn't know because she wouldn't have even let you pack your things up before she kicked you out." He said rudely, he pretty much regretted it the moment he said it. "No..Q...Forget that I didn't mean it." He told her in a hushed tone. However that just annoyed her even more, she stepped closer and let her palm make contact with his face, a loud slapping noise broke the silence.

"I'm trying to do what's best for me! If that means lying to my mom so I can still have a proper family then so be it!" She told him, trying to hide any signs of her being upset as she watched a red hand print form on his face. Santana was right. She definitely was a genius slapper when she needed to be. She watched as Pucks hand flew up to cover his now burning cheek.

"Jesus Q! Calm down. I'm just stating an actual, valid point here." She rolled her eyes and turned her back to walk out the classroom door.

"Coach Sue keeps check when I'm not here, so be careful." She told him flatly, and left the room, tightening her high pony as she jogged down the halls to get back to practice, ignoring the hot sensation in her hand that was hurting now.

Puck looked up with a sigh and rubbed his face roughly with a moan. "Why do I have to be such a jerk." He mumbled and fell back on to the seat at the front of the classroom and put his head on to the table, leaning on his cheek so the cold surface top could try cool it down and try get the redness to disappear, trying to get past the stinging feeling as it made contact. He eventually fell asleep for the rest of the detention.

A/N I'm so sorry! I guess I lost inspiration a little bit, but with the 100th episode and Quick scenes made me want to continue this :) So yeah, sorry for the delay! I go on holiday next Saturday so I'll see if I can write a new part before then.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot line. If I did own Glee. Quick and Tike would have never broke up!