Here's the second part of chapter 6.
Just a reminder: I don't own Glee and all the spelling and grammar mistakes are my own.
I hope you like it.
As they walked down the street, Quinn realized she was drunk. Completely drunk. She couldn't walk a straight line and kept staring at the traffic lights like they were the most amazing thing since sliced bread.
Puck kept looking at her and chuckling. She was an adorable drunk.
As they crossed the street, Quinn spotted a house that had a low wall. She could see a big swimming pool, that reflected the sunset. She walked over to it and jumped the wall, motioning for Puck to follow her.
"What are you doing, Fabray?" shouted the boy, following her.
"What does it look like I'm doing?"
"It looks like you're trespassing".
They were both on the edge of the pool as Quinn started taking off her cardigan.
"Are you serious, Quinn? You're gonna jump?"
"Yes, I feel like taking a dip".
"But you have a pool in your condo."
"Just live a little, Puckerman!" replied the blonde, while she took off her ballet flats.
"Oh, I live plenty!"
"Well, I don't. It's about time I start." Said Quinn, as she undid the buttons of her dress and let it fall, pooling at her feet.
Puck couldn't help but stare at her, clad in only her underwear. He didn't have much time to admire her. The girl immediately jumped, splashing water everywhere.
"Aren't you joining me?" asked the blonde.
The boy smiled and as he begun taking his jacket off, he heard the door opening behind him. Quinn swam fast to the corner of the pool, where she thought she wouldn't be seen.
"Puck?" asked the woman who passed through the door.
"Mrs. Wilson, hi". She walked in his direction and the boy moved to her side, trying to shield Quinn from the older woman's sight.
"I thought you wouldn't be coming until next week." Asked the woman, confused.
"You're right, I'm supposed to come next Friday. I just wanted to check something first." Said the boy, trying to come up with a good reason to why he was there.
The woman smiled flirtatiously. "Ok. I just wished you'd have told me you were coming. Then I'd have found a way to get rid of my husband and we'd be able to have some fun", she said, getting close to him.
They heard an "eeewwww" coming from the water, and Puck started coughing to try to cover it up.
Mrs. Wilson made a funny face and was about to say something when she heard her husband calling her inside the house. "I have to get back inside, but I'll see you next week, ok?" she said, as she winked at the boy.
He just nodded at her and as soon as he heard the door closing, he turned to Quinn.
"We have to go. NOW!"
Quinn nodded and got out of the pool. Her underwear was completely see through, now that she was wet, but she was too drunk to notice. But Puck noticed. And he kept 'noticing' as she walked to the edge of the pool to get her clothes. He knew that the right thing to do was to avert his eyes and give her some privacy. That's what a good person would do. But he wasn't a good person, so he stared at her until she was fully clothed again.
"Ok, let's go." Said the blonde, oblivious to his stare.
The dress was clinging to her body.
"Disgusting, Puckerman! Are you her lover? She cheats on her husband with you?"
"No, I'm not her lover! I do sleep with her sometimes, but I'm not sure I'm the only one she uses to cheat on her husband."
After a moment, the blonde spoke again. "Then you knew exactly where we were when I walked into her yard".
"Yes, I know everyone that owns a pool in the neighborhood".
"Do you sleep with every pool owner too?" Teased Quinn.
"Nah, Mr. Smith is not my type."
There was another long pause until the blonde spoke again.
"So, you took me to the house of a woman you sleep with? Worst date ever!"
"Hey, I did not take you there, I followed you there!"
A moment later, he realized that she said that this was a date. Puck was about to comment on it when he realized that Quinn was shivering. Of course she would be
cold, she was wet and they were in the middle of winter.
"Quinn, let's head to my place. I live two blocks from here, and you can take a warm shower and I'll put your clothes in the dryer".
He looked at her face as she considered his offer, and Puck was sure she was going to say no. Surprisingly, she just nodded her head and mumbled an 'ok'.
Not even 5 minutes later, they were inside his apartment. Quinn kept looking around and taking the place in. It was a very small place, with one bedroom, but was enough for someone living alone. It wasn't as messy as she thought it would be.
Puck handed her a towel and a bath robe, and pointed towards the bathroom, where she could shower.
Quinn locked the bathroom door, took her clothes off and got under the water spray. She couldn't help but think that this was surreal. Here she was, totally drunk, showering in the house of this guy she barely knew, but was very attracted to. Quinn felt terrible about it. He is sleeping with her best friend, and she can't really think about him like that. Right now, she was the worst friend ever. She was naked in her best friend's fling house, and thinking about said guy. She had to do her best to stay away from him, because, if feelings started to get involved, things would get more complicated.
She stepped out of the shower and started drying up, deciding that she would leave ASAP. She was about to put her wet clothes back on when there was a knock on the door.
"Quinn?"
"Yes?"
"Are you done? Hand me your clothes, I'll put it on the dryer."
"Aaaahhh… that's not necessary, I've got somewhere I have to be."
"Right now?"
"Yeah, I have to go to work."
"I thought you said you called in sick?"
Damn, she hated to come up with excuses while drunk. She could never think of something good. "Mercedes just called me, asked me to go there."
There was silence on the other end, so Quinn assumed he had bought it. Seconds later, she started hearing her familiar ringtone. Yes, her phone was ringing outside the bathroom.
"Quinn, your phone is on my couch. Are you sure Mercedes called you?"
Busted. She put the bath robe and got out of his bathroom.
The boy looked worried. "What's wrong?"
Quinn shook her head as she handed him her clothes. "Nothing, just ignore me. I can't think straight when I had this much to drink." She decided that she would wait for her clothes to dry and then she would go.
Puck nodded and went the other way, probably going to take care of her clothes, leaving Quinn alone. She started wandering around the place, and got into his room. There wasn't much furniture, just his bed and a night stand. On the walls, there were band posters and he left a few items of clothing scattered on the floor. She sat on his bed and that's when she spotted it. On the corner, sat a beautiful black and red guitar. Quinn immediately stood up to grab it. She took it and sat on his bed again, with the guitar on her lap. That's when Puck walked in.
"Do you play?" Asked the boy, startling Quinn.
"No, I was just looking at it. It's beautiful."
There was a brief pause before she handed him the guitar. At his puzzled look, she clarified. "You said your band was good. You're the lead singer. Show me."
"You want me to play?"
"And sing."
"I don't think so." Said the boy, shaking his head.
"Well, I got you a gig, I need to know if you're actually good. In case you suck, there's still time for me to call Mercedes and cancel the show".
"Just another reason why I shouldn't play right now."
"Then I might just call her anyway", said Quinn, smiling before continuing. "Come on, what's the big deal? I won't stop bothering you until you play me something".
"Ok", he said, taking his guitar and sitting beside her on the bed. "What do you want me to play?"
"I don't know, surprise me."
He stared at her for some time before he started whistling. Quinn recognized the song immediately.
Shed a tear cause I'm missing you
I'm still alright to smile
Girl, I think about you every day now
Was a time when I wasn't sure
But you set my mind at ease
There is no doubt you're in my heart now
Said, "Woman, take it slow
And it'll work itself out fine
All we need is just a little patience"
Said, "Sugar, make it slow
And we'll come together fine
All we need is just a little patience"
Quinn stared at him in wonderment. He was good. He was very good. And she was completely under his spell. A few hours ago all she could think about was her father's wedding but right now, that was the farthest thing from her mind.
I sit here on the stairs
'Cause I'd rather be alone
If I can't have you right now I'll wait, dear
Sometimes I get so tense
But I can't speed up the time
But you know, love, there's one more thing to consider
Said, "Woman, take it slow
And things will be just fine
You and I'll just use a little patience
Said, "Sugar, take the time
'Cause the lights are shining bright
You and I've got what it takes to make it"
She couldn't help but wonder if he choose this song randomly or if he was actually thinking about her when he chose it. Was he feeling like she was? Was she really attracted to him right now or she just wanted to jump him because she was drunk?
We won't fake it
I'll never break it
'Cause I can't take it
Little patience
Need a little patience
Just a little patience
Some more patience
I've been walking the streets at night
Just trying to get it right
It's hard to see with so many around
You know, I don't like being stuck in the crowd
Quinn stopped thinking for a minute, ignored all the questions swimming on her head and didn't even left him finish the song before putting her hand behind his head and kissing him.
So, what do you think? I'd love to hear your opinion!
