Quinn doesn't know what to do. All she knows is she needs to get away from him, from everything. (She wishes this was simpler, but nothing involving him is ever easy.)

She goes outside, running to her car. The sky is darkening, and she can hear the thunder beginning. As she tries to start her car, she sees a figure running out of the school. And oh god, why is he doing this? (If he just left her alone, maybe she could have forgotten about this. Maybe.)

He starts banging on the driver's side window. She refuses to look at him, knowing that if she does, she will have no choice but to stop. (Damn his stupid, attractive face.)

She is about to drive out of the parking lot when he runs in front of the car, stupidly putting his arms up as if to stop her. And suddenly, she's angry; angrier than she's ever been. What does he think he's doing? What right does he have to do this to her, to mess with her like this? (They have no chance together. So why is she feeling this flutter in her chest? Anger, she decides. He's always made her so, so angry.)

She stops the car, getting out and getting in his face.

"What the fuck!" She yells. (His face when she says fuck would've been comical, but the shock in his face just makes her sad.)

He opens his mouth, but she beats him to it, continuing with her rant. She lets out her thoughts, and it feels so good. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

She knows there's something wrong. There's a flash of pain on his face, and then there's anger. The rain starts to fall. It starts off slow, but ends up coming down hard and fast. She now regrets doing this and is about to say sorry and leave when he says, "You know, I don't fucking understand you."

She's surprised, and she knows she's most likely gaping like a goldfish or something, but she never expected him to be so angry too. (She probably looks like one too; she's already soaked.)

She manages to say, "What?"(She can't help but notice his shirt is sticking to his body. She shakes that thought out of her head. Why is he so difficult?)

And then he's yelling things, things she never thought he would ever say. The steady beat of the rain falling threatens to overpower him, but it doesn't. "You're like freaking bipolar or something. You don't talk to me for so long, but then you kiss me and expect me to just let you run away?"

She refuses to think that this means he wants her as much as she wants him. He has to be playing with her feelings; there's no way he actually wants to be with her. She lies and says, "It was a mistake." (Nothing with Puck was ever a mistake.)

"You can't run away from all of your mistakes." She's surprised to hear this coming from him, but she figures it makes sense. (He didn't run away from her last year.)

"I can try though, can't I?" (No matter how much she wants him, she's scared; scared of what she feels when she's around him. She's scared because she can't seem to control herself around him.)

She turns to walk away, but he says, "Not if I don't let you," and then he's kissing her, their wet bodies pulled close against each other. Her first instinct is to break away (oh god, she can't be kissing him again), but her body doesn't seem to listen to her mind, and then she's pulling him closer to her, wanting him, needing him, to be as close as possible. (It's like a scene in a cheesy chick flick, but hey, she always knew he was a romantic at heart.)

-PQ-

Puck finally pulls away from her. He's still holding her close to him and she's looking up at him from under those eyelashes. He brushes her hair away from her face, and she bites her lip and smiles. (The lip bite is a good sign, though he wouldn't mind if she was biting his lip instead.)

The rain has come down to a drizzle but they're both already soaked. She gently traces his jaw, and he's about to lean in to kiss her again, but she whispers, "I can't do this."

He abruptly lets go of her. "What do you mean?"

"I just... I have Sam and..."

"You don't love him." This isn't a question; this is a fact. (If she loved Sam, she wouldn't be here kissing him instead.)

She doesn't answer.

He feels panic creeping in, and he says it again, more forcefully. "You don't love him!"

"I don't know yet." She's biting her lip again, and he just feels like crying.

"You can't keep on doing this to me."

She reaches out to him, but he moves out of her reach.

"No, you just..." He takes a deep breath. "You always choose someone else over me."

She's about to protest, but he won't let her. "Goddamnit Quinn, you know it's true. You chose Finn over me, and now you chose Sam over me."

"I didn't think..." She looks broken, but he continues relentlessly.

He cuts her off. "That's the problem, Quinn. You didn't think. You think that I don't have feelings or something but I do. I feel like fucking dying whenever I see you with someone else. And I don't understand why you won't choose me. I know I can be an ass, but I've changed."

Quinn is silently crying, and he wishes he didn't have to do this, but he needs to, he needs to make her understand how he feels.

He moves closer to her, taking her hand. "I want you and I want to be with you and I know you want me too because if you didn't, you wouldn't be here." (God, this girl made him so incredibly sappy.)

"Puck..."

He doesn't think he could stand it if she rejects him so he says the first thing that comes to mind, anything to not hear her: "I love you."

She's crying even harder now. "Puck, I..."

"You don't need to say anything right now. Just... Just know that I mean it. I meant it then and I mean it now." With that, he walks away, leaving her crying in the middle of the school parking lot.

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