Here's chapter 6.
miss agron and Haylee, thank you so much for you reviews! I hope you enjoy this update.
Most of this chapter sounded better in my head than it did when I actually wrote it down. Oh, and I apologize in advanced for all the spelling and grammar mistakes.
The party was in full swing Friday night. Puck and Finn's apartment was full of people and, if they were being honest, the roommates didn't know many of the attendants. However, Puck was actually happy that all of the friends he invited were able to make it. He stood near the living room door, leaning on the wall, watching people enjoying themselves. He could see Blaine, one of the waiters that worked on the restaurant, chatting with his boyfriend, Kurt, by the kitchen door, Sugar and Kitty, who work with Finn at the bar, waiting to use the bathroom and nursing their beer, Sam was chatting with Dani on the other side of the room and, last, he spotted Finn, who was sitting on the couch pretending to listen to what Rachel, his boss, was saying to him, but looking on the other direction. The girl was clueless, Finn was clearly not interested, but she insisted on trying to get his attention.
Puck ended up following Finn's gaze and his eyes ended up on Quinn, who was sitting on a chair next to Mercedes, drinking her vodka tonic. The girls seemed to be absorbed in the conversation, ignoring everything else around them.
If Puck was being honest, Quinn was the reason why he was throwing this party. He was supposed to approach her, get to know her better. He learned he had to know his enemy and himself in order to win. Of course, Sam provided him with some information, but not enough. So he was just waiting for the right time to go talk to her. Maybe he could take some tater tots to Mercedes? That would be a good excuse to approach the girls, right?
Before he could do anything, he noticed Finn pulling a chair to sit besides Quinn. Puck would have to wait. Maybe he could just go talk to Mercedes? That way, he might be able to hear what the other two are talking about.
Suddenly, he hears someone cleaning their throat, trying to get his attention.
"She's hot." Said the person.
"Huh? Who?" Asked Puck, who wasn't counting on Dani catching him staring.
"The blonde you've been staring at for the past 10 minutes. What's up with that?"
"She hates me."
"Why? Does she hate you or she hates men, in general? 'Cause I can work with that." Said Dani, smiling. She'd hooked up with plenty of girls who weren't out yet, but claimed to hate men. That was actually her favorite kind of hook up. It made her believe that she'd changed someone's life for better.
"She's not gay. At least not that I know of. She's been flirting with Hudson for a while now."
"The freakishly tall kid? I don't get it. He has a nice face, but I don't see the appeal." She said, carefully observing Finn.
Puck shrugged. "Besides, she's Sam's sister. It's not like anything can happen there."
"Oh, that's Quinn? Sam talks about her all the time! She's the one who screwed up your date this week, right?"
Dani laughed, as Puck nodded with a stern face.
"I like her already!"
"You're supposed to be on my side!"
The girl still had a smile on her face. "I am. I just didn't realize that there are opposite sides."
"She's the enemy, Dani!"
"Really? And why are you staring longingly at the enemy?"
"I'm thinking of ways to take her down!"
"Looks like you're thinking of ways to take her down to your bed."
"You're not helping, Dani. You were supposed to be my ally."
"Was I? I rather not get involved."
"Traitor!" He said, walking away. Considering Quinn was flirting with Finn, he could get in her way, to piss her off. It couldn't go wrong, right?
Puck noticed that Mercedes joined Sam while he was talking to Dani, so her seat was vacant. He grabbed another beer before seating next to Quinn.
"So, are the two of you having fun?" He asked, interrupting the conversation between the blonde and his roommate.
Quinn turned to him and smiled. "Yes! Thank you, for inviting me."
He furrowed his eyebrows, not understanding why she was actually being nice to him. He guessed that she was already drunk, which would serve his purpose. It's easier to get information from drunk people. But maybe, just for fun, he would piss her off first.
"Finn, did you know that Quinn was fat and used to wear glasses and braces when she was a teenager?"
Quinn gave him a death glare before turning to Finn and speaking in the same flirty tone she'd been using on him.
"Yes, I wasn't much of a looker."
Finn smiled. "Really? You don't look like someone who was ever ugly... I guess that there's some true to that ugly duckling story my mom used to tell me when I was a kid."
Quinn smiled at his cheesy answer, as Puck shook his head. That backfired, that's not what was supposed to happen. Finn was supposed to ask to see pictures of her and tease her a little bit, not flatter her.
The taller boy spoke again:
"But I've seen a picture of you dressed as a cheerleader when you were in high school. You looked pretty good."
Quinn smiled, shyly. "Yeah, that was when I was older. Puck had already left Lima, so he only met the unflattering version of me." The blonde was slightly drunk, and when that happened, she had a little trouble controlling what came out of her mouth. "In fact, Finn, Puck actually called me gross once."
"No, I didn't." He snapped, not recalling ever doing such a thing.
Quinn scoffed. "Yes, you did."
"Well, it doesn't sound like something I would say, especially to your face."
"You didn't say it to my face, I overheard you."
Finn started to feel uncomfortable as the discussion escalated, and excused himself, saying he would get more drinks. However, Quinn and Puck barely noticed him leaving.
Puck spoke again, confused. "I really don't remember it. If I can't remember, it probably didn't happened."
Quinn was getting angry by now. How could he keep denying it? "It did. I was 14. You were playing videogame in Sam's room and I heard you talking about Santana Lopez, and how hot she was. Then Sam said that she was on the same grade as me and made you promised him that you'd never hook up with me and you said he had nothing to worry about, 'cause I was gross and fugly."
Ok, hearing the whole story, there might be a chance that he actually said that. "Did I actually promise Sam not to hook up with you?"
She rolled her eyes. "Not the point, Puckerman."
This was really bugging him. He had to know if what Quinn said actually happened. It was all a part of getting to know the enemy, right?
He asked Quinn to wait right there and stood up from the chair, his head spinning from the alcohol he'd been drinking. He looked around the living room and found Sam making out with Mercedes. He headed there, not caring if he was being inconvenient.
He reached the couple and started shaking Sam's shoulders, causing the blonde to break the kiss and glare at him.
"Dude, what the fuck!"
"I need to ask you something."
Mercedes rolled her eyes and told Sam to be quick, but she remained firm in her spot.
"What is it?"
"Did I ever say your sister was gross?"
Sam looked indignant. "Dude, I don't know. Did you really come here to ask me that? Ask her!"
Neither one of the boys noticed, but Mercedes suddenly became interested in the conversation.
"Ok, did I ever promise you I'd never hook up with Quinn?"
"Yes, you definitely did, and you better stick to your promise."
Puck didn't say anything back, just turned around and walked back to where Quinn was seated. Unfortunately, he saw that Finn had returned, which would get in the way of the two of them finishing the previous conversation.
He stood in front of Quinn and stared at her, while speaking to Finn, who sat beside the blonde.
"Hudson, Quinn and I have a conversation to finish, so if you could just give us some privacy-"
The blonde stared back at him. "Finn, stay. That conversation's over." She was starting to get angry again, and she really didn't want to have that talk with Puck. She was drunk and knew that she'd end up talking too much. Besides, she didn't want to cause a scene.
Finn didn't know what to do. He kept looking between Puck and Quinn, both of them holding each other's stare, and didn't know what to say. "Well..."
Before he could come up with anything, Puck grabbed Quinn's arm and started dragging her to his bedroom.
As soon as he closed the door behind them, Quinn yanked her arm from his grasp.
"What are you doing? You don't get to manhandle me!" She was livid. He pissed her of many times before, but couldn't remember ever seeing her this aggravated.
"We need to have this conversation right now." He was aware that this wasn't really a pressing issue. Truth is, it didn't really matter, it was nothing important, but he kept telling himself that this piece of information was primordial to his plans.
"There's nothing to say. You said I was gross. I was 14 back then and it was a blow to my self esteem. I cried for three days, lost weight and joined the cheerios. The end."
See, she knew she shouldn't have this conversation after drinking so much. She shouldn't even have mentioned this incident at all. Now she had to hold her tongue, she can't let it slip that she has the biggest crush on him. Oooops, HAD, had the biggest crush on him. Alcohol does play tricks on your head.
Puck wanted to be pissed, because, how dare she yell at him like that, in his house, when he's trying to fix things (yes, that's what he's trying to do.)? But when he looked at her and noticed the tears pooling in her eyes, he wanted to hold her and apologize. He knew now that it was not something you're supposed to say to a woman, it hurt them. He wanted to punch his teenager self, not really for what he said, because Quinn really was ugly back then, but for the fact that she heard it and more than that, for the stupid promise he made to Sam. Teenage boys are really idiots that don't think about the future.
He didn't know how to react. If he held her, she might cry and he couldn't handle crying girls. Should he leave the room? Puck felt he had to say something, but he was a badass and would do it his own way. If she wanted a shoulder to cry on, she should run to Hudson, and then they'd braid each other's hair. That was not his style. He was an honest, straight forward guy and would just tell her the truth.
He got closer to her and spoke, in a stern voice, firm but not loud:
"It happened over 10 years ago, get over it. You were ugly, now you're hot. Move on. I was a teenager and didn't care about other people's feelings. You want to hear an apology? Fine, I'm sorry, but that's not a reason for you to get angry and hold a grudge."
Quinn shook her head and walked towards the door, to leave his room. "God, you're an asshole."
That's when something clicked in Puck's head. He grabbed her arm and stopped her from leaving.
"That's why you hate me, isn't it? That crap about disapproving the way I treat woman is just bullshit, right? You're holding a grudge."
For once, Quinn was speechless. She tried to leave again, but he locked the door and put the key in his pants' pocket.
"I can't believe you hated me during all this years because I said you were ugly." He started remembering things that never crossed his mind before, like the way Quinn ignored him in his and Sam's going away party. It all made sense now. He was interrupted by her voice.
"You have no idea what you're talking about."
"If I'm wrong, then tell me, why do you hate me?"
"Just open the door, Puck. Let me out." Her voice was croaky and low. Her defense mode was on.
"Just admit it, Quinnie." He had a smirk on his lips, and was enjoying not only his realization, but also the situation they were in.
"I won't admit shit!" She said, walking his way and trying to get the key from him.
The blonde stuck her hand in his pocket, but he was faster and grabbed both of her wrists. She was surprisingly strong, but he ended up pining her to his bed, not letting go of her.
"You know this is sexual harassment, right? You can't just put your hands down a person's pants like that. Do you think I'm that easy?" He said, still smirking. Puck was having fun right now. He had the upper hand, he was winning. He could see how aggravated she was by the look on her face. He had to admit that she looked hot when she was pissed, and even better pinned to his bed like this. She also smelled good, her scent greeted his nostrils as his face was getting closer to hers. He had no clue why his face was getting closer to her, but he couldn't stop himself. Before he knew it, he was kissing the blonde. Hard.
Fuck!
