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Author's Note: I'm really disappointed with the amount of reviews for the last chapter. Please, review for this one. I'll update a LOT sooner.

Chapter 9: How?

Puck POV

OK, I have no fucking clue what's up with Quinn. I mean, she's my girl and I need to know what's going on with her. She's the girl I plan to marry one day and I don't wanna keep any secrets.

Which happens to be why I have decided to…STAKEOUT! Not only will I find out what's wrong with Quinn, but I'll be able to make one of my many childhood dreams come true. No, not to fly to space (I'll get around to that when I graduate)…or to be a fireman (I'm over that. Women don't actually like firemen much). I'll get to be a ninja - like James Bond (I'm pretty sure girls like James Bond).

Quinn told me she was going to a sleepover at Mercedes place tonight at seven. Well actually I listened in on her, Tina and Lauren (they've been together a lot lately). Still, I know and it doesn't matter how I found out. Finn, Sam Artie and Mike are in on this too and are gonna be my fellow ninjas tonight.

Right now it's around six. Time to head over to Finn's!

Mike POV

I pulled into Finn's driveway. Tonight, we were going to spy on Lauren, Mercedes, Quinn and lovely Tina. I only agreed for one reason. Well, two:

1. I need to know why Tina isn't spending much time with me lately. I don't really believe she is joining art classes that are on 24/7.

2. I have nothing better to do, because Tina is going to Mercedes house for a 'slumber party' and the guys are…well, doing this.

It was Puck's idea in the first place. Something about Quinn anyway. Finn agreed because he - like me - had nothing better to do, Artie agreed because Puck is his friend now and agreed because…I don't know, he wanted to know how to use hair dye.

"C'mon, Mike! We've been waiting for ages!" Puck whined loudly.

"Dude, you got here like two minutes ago." Finn laughed.

"Well you were just so boring you made it feel like fucking ages!" Puck snapped.

"Ooh, what's up your ass Puckerman?" Sam grinned. Well, they were enjoying annoying Puck.

"Watch it Evans. I don't have time for this. It is time to be ninjas like James Bond." there he was, back to his normal stupid self.

"James Bond isn't a ninja…" Artie sighed as he wheeled himself to Sam's dad's minivan (I don't think Sam's dad really has a minivan, but pretend he does, okay?).

"Well what is he then?" Puck demanded, confused.

"Look guys, I think we have more important things to do than talk about James freaking Bond." I sighed.

"Mike's right. Now where is Mercedes' house?" Sam asked.

"Let me drive. We'll be a lot quicker." Artie said and wheeled himself to the front of the van. Sam took his wheelchair into the back and we drove off to the slumber party.

Sam POV

Artie parked the minivan around the corner from Mercedes' place.

To be honest, I still loved Quinn. But, as they say, if you love someone you have to let them go. Still, we're close friends, and that's enough for me. Better to have love and lost rather to have had none at all.

The reason I came tonight wasn't for Quinn, I actually have no idea why I'm here. Guess I just thought 'what the hell, it'll be fun.'

"OK, so here's the plan boys!" Puck whispered. "Mike you're the lightest here, so you will go up the drain pipe and look through Mercedes' bedroom window and listen to what is going on. Pretty much, you are gonna be the one to find out what's wrong with my girl.
Artie, you will be our cover. If one of the girls hear us and come out, you'll be outside where they can see you. Mercedes will hopefully tell you to go home because of the slumber party and you can come back out.
I am the brains of the operation, so I'll just hang around and be ready to save your dumb asses if you mess up and I'll keep watch for any cops. They'll think we look suspicious.
Sam, you will be ready to drive us away as fast as I can get into a chick's fucking pants if the girls see us!
If we get busted, we blame Finn." he finished with a proud look on his face. Was this seriously his plan? Me and Finn had practically NOTHING to do.

"WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING TO BLAME ME?" Finn whisper-yelled.

"Because dude… you need to do SOMETHING." Puck sighed.

"And I couldn't just go buy us some grub? We'll be here for hours. Girls stay up all night gossiping and talking about hot guys and celebrities and all the crap!" Finn moaned angrily.

"Wait, why do I to do the worst part?" Mike asked, confused.

"Because…um, well I guess you are the most responsible." Puck offered, clearly not having a real answer.

"Whoa, don't think too hard there, Puck." I grinned.

"Are you here to insult me, LEMON JUICE, or are you going to help me?" Puck snapped.

"Sorry." I mumbled. I wasn't in the mood to argue.

"Okay, so what's our codenames?" Finn asked, excited. Puck looked at him. His face said 'Seriously?'. Mike and I sniggered.

"Well you can go ahead and choose your own there Finny boy. I'll be Puckzilla." Puck grinned. Artie, Mike and I looked at him with expressions that screamed 'WTF?'. "Hey, if we're doing codenames, I gotta have one I can remember, okay?"

"I'll be…the Finnster!" Finn smiled. Whoa, how original (sense the sarcasm?)!

"I'll be Artie." said Artie.

"And I think I'll go with Mike…" Mike said.

"Well in the case, I guess I'm gonna be Sam." I said. I don't want to have some stupid codename like 'Samzilla' or 'Samster' or any other shit. I'm Sam, take it or leave it.

Then we set the plan in action.

Okay, I will NOT update until I get two or three reviews this time. I AM PUTTING MY FOOT DOWN! My side story, which was made to help get rid of writer's block, has 11 more reviews than this. I really am considering giving up this story and focusing on the other one. Or at least putting this on hiatus. PLEASE REVIEW!

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