Disclaimer: I do not claim any ownership of anything that is obviously Glee. I do however claim ownership of the stuff that isn't.
A/N: Thank you for reading and reviewing the previous chapters. I hope this one meets with approval.
I apologise in advance for any misinterpretation of Jewish customs, I certainly mean no offence.
"Still no Puck?" Mr Schue asked when he walked into the choir room with his cup of coffee in his hand.
"I'm sorry Mr Schue," Quinn replied quietly. "Puck won't be back for a few more days, the family are still in mourning, what is it they're doing, Rachel?" she turned and asked.
"They're sitting Shiva," Rachel answered for Quinn. "The funeral was four days ago and today counts as the fifth day so there's two more days of Shiva then after that the family can resume normal life," she explained. "It's custom," she added.
"It's inconvenient," Mr Schuester contradicted under his breath. "Alright, we'll work around Puck," he sighed, wondering how to get his team motivated. Finn and Rachel seemed to be ok, Mike and Tina were too involved in each other to be aware of what was happening around them. Artie was staring at Tina with hurt, puppy dog eyes. Mercedes and Kurt seemed oblivious to anyone's pain. Santana appeared to be rubbing Quinn's face in the fact that despite rejoining the Cheerios and taking her captain's spot back, Quinn still wasn't as popular as Santana. Brittany was living in her own little bubble, totally unaware of anything and Sam seemed to only have eyes for Quinn. Interesting. "Ok. Duets again. Pair up," Mr Schue called from the front of the class.
"Mr Shue," Kurt said, raising his hand, "I have a fabulous idea for a duet but I actually need to work alone for it. It's a conceptual idea," he finished in an excited rush of breath.
"Go for it Kurt," Mr Shue nodded, "I'm always open to conceptual ideas," he added, thinking "Oh my God, what now?"
"Mr Schue, I don't have a partner," Quinn said, raising her hand after seeing Santana and Mercedes pair up and Brittany and Artie do the same.
"Sure you do," Mr Schue replied, "you can sing with Sam, I'm sure Puck won't mind," he said with a smile. "By the way, did I forget to mention the winning pair will get dinner for two at Breadstix, my treat," he added with a huge grin. "That might get the competitive juices flowing," Mr Schue thought to himself.
"I'm just as damn sure Puck will mind," Quinn muttered to herself as Sam came to sit beside her. She turned and smiled prettily, although the smile didn't actually reach her eyes. "So, Sam," Quinn said with a sigh, "what do you want to sing?"
"Errm, I'm not sure," Sam replied, feeling uncomfortable, sensing Quinn's discomfort. "What sort of duets do you usually sing in here? Sad, sappy ones? Happy upbeat ones? What sort of thing do you usually sing?" he asked.
"As long as it's a duet Mr Schue won't mind," Quinn replied, she was distracted and itching to pull her phone out of her bag and check for any messages. Claudia was really being fantastic and helping out, watching Beth for them, her dad was having a whale of a time getting involved with her too, but Quinn was worried. Beth was really only used to her, Puck and Miriam looking after her, she wondered if she could pretend that Beth had a fever or something, maybe cut out of school early to be with her baby. Quinn rolled her eyes at herself. Where had that come from? She'd always been such a conscientious student before. Was this Puck's influence or was it her mommy hormones? Quinn thought for a few minutes. Damn. It was the hormones. She hated that time of the month. The best bit about being pregnant had been that she didn't have a period for nine months. "I'm sorry," Quinn replied to Sam, her tone implying that she was really trying to listen. "I got distracted there for a second, what did you say?" she tried really hard to listen, to take in what Sam was saying but she could only concentrate on the way his hair flopped about, how blond it was, and she was sure he dyed it. "Sorry, spaced out again, Beth's teething," she gave as an excuse, "we aren't getting much sleep right now."
"It must be difficult," Sam said, "looking after a baby, cheerleading, school and everything," he sympathised. "It doesn't leave you much time for yourself I imagine."
"No, it doesn't," Quinn replied, "but we have some really good support, Puck's mom and dad are really involved, my dad is trying to be involved, we manage," she shrugged.
"What about parties and stuff?" Sam asked. "There's been a few already, you know, football stuff, cheer stuff, Glee stuff. I haven't seen either of you at any of them," he said, eyebrows raised almost as if he was questioning her.
"Parties aren't really a priority," Quinn agreed. "Beth comes first, always. Puck has work as well as school, Glee and football, it doesn't leave much time for other stuff," she told Sam with a shrug. "Look, can we concentrate on the song, please?" she asked, missing Puck all the more.
"Fine," Sam answered a little shortly. "What would you like to sing?" he asked, leaving the choice up to Quinn.
"I have no idea," Quinn replied. "I know if I was singing with Puck we'd have loads to choose from, but I don't know you, know anything about you," she shrugged again, "it makes choosing a song difficult."
"We should probably go for something traditional," Sam said decisively, "nothing silly or….what?" he asked, seeing the look on Quinn's face. "You don't agree?"
"Actually I don't agree," Quinn replied. "Something traditionally a male/female duet would tend to be a love song and I'm sorry, I can't do that with you," she told him. "More to the point, I don't want to do that with you," Quinn frowned, concentrating hard. "No, I just can't think of anything that isn't a love song type of duet and I'm sorry, but I really don't want to do that with you. Mr Schue?" Quinn called turning her attention away from Sam. "Mr Schue, I really don't feel too well, may I be excused for a moment?" she asked, standing and picking up her bag.
"Watch out for morning sickness," Santana muttered as Quinn passed her, "she's bound to be pregnant again," she said with a malicious smile, conveniently forgetting their previous truce.
"Quite the opposite Santana," Quinn announced, a slight blush on her face. "In fact, I'm feeling so pre-menstrual right now, you better stay the hell away from me," she all but growled.
"Girls, girls, can we keep this place a no fight zone please?" Mr Schue asked with a sigh as Santana reared up in her seat, ready to make the first strike.
Quinn stepped away from Santana, feeling quite murderous, and threw an apologetic look to Mr Schue. "I apologise for my behaviour, Mr Schue," Quinn told him, her expression almost angelic. "I don't know what came over me, how I managed to sink to Santana's level. It must be low blood sugar or something. May I be excused?" she asked then left the room without waiting for a reply.
In the girls' bathroom Quinn checked her phone then rang Claudia. "Beth is asleep right now," Claudia told Quinn, the smile in her tone was audible.
"I know she's fine Claudia," Quinn sighed. "I'm just worried, she hasn't stayed with anyone other than Puck, Miriam or me since she was born. It's frightening. For me rather than her apparently," she admitted.
"I understand," Claudia replied gently. "Call anytime you feel the need," she told Quinn. "We'll be fine, all of us,"
"Thank you," Quinn whispered with tears in her eyes before hanging up. She hung about in the bathroom, dawdled just enough for the lesson to be almost over when she made her way back to the choir room.
"We still need to work on a duet idea," Sam reminded Quinn as they left for their next class.
"Sure," Quinn replied, still distracted, "no problem, we can each think about it tonight and maybe come up with something. Bye Sam," she said as she headed off in the direction of her next class.
After school Quinn jumped into the driver's seat of Puck's car. She didn't notice someone coming to stand in front of the vehicle while she was rifling through her bag for her sunglasses. Quinn started the engine and put the car in gear as she looked up. She stalled the engine, startled by Karofsky standing blocking her way. She glanced in her rear view mirror. Blocked as well. She couldn't reverse, another car had pulled up right to the rear bumper, she glanced around, the parking lot was almost deserted. Quinn swallowed hard, her eyes on Karofsky, she surreptitiously pressed the button on the key fob, activating the locks. She took a deep breath then pressed her hand to the horn, keeping it pressed, hoping that it would at the very least make Karofsky move or if not, attract some attention.
"What's up?" Karofsky asked, "do I make you nervous?" he said with a nasty laugh. "Where's Puckerman?" he asked. "I see he lets you drive his car," Karofsky added, looking at the vehicle with an exaggerated sneer. "What sort of car is this for any self respecting teenager?" he said mocking the BMW X3 that Ethan had bought for Puck when he turned sixteen. "Oh, right, I get it," he laughed, "it's a 'daddy' car," he shouted, motioning for his group of bully friends that Quinn hadn't been aware of till they all moved in a little closer, to laugh along with him.
"Is there any reason you're not allowing Quinn to get home to her baby?" Sam asked, appearing out of nowhere.
"What's it to do with you?" Karofsky sneered, trying to intimidate Sam.
"It's everything to do with every decent person when a bully like you tries to intimidate a young woman on her own," Sam countered with a huge smile, not showing any signs of fear or nerves, despite the fact that there were suddenly four big guys standing behind him, blocking him in too.
"She's not a young woman on her own," Karofsky corrected, "she's a slut who knows how to make the guys happy. It's our turn," he said, turning back to face Quinn through the windscreen. "What about it Quinn? Want to know how it feels to be with a real man?" he asked, making what he must have thought was a sexy face. Quinn almost gagged.
"Get lost Karofsky," Quinn shouted, even though the windows were rolled up. "Get out of my way," she demanded.
Karofsky took a step closer to the car, his knees on the front bumper. "No," he answered. "Not till you give it up to all of us like you do for Puckerman," he said, the sneer on his face was menacing. Quinn gulped. She reached into her bag, searching blindly for her phone, her eyes never leaving Karofsky. "Looking for this?" Karofsky asked, his voice silky smooth, holding Quinn's pink clad phone in his hand. "Just a little bump in the hallway and hey, what do you know? A new iphone for me," he smirked, looking at the phone in his hand. "Some really interesting pictures on here Quinn," he said, swiping his finger over the screen, scrolling through something. "Really, really interesting," he laughed. "I can't believe you let Puckerman take pictures of you like that," he said, laughing a little harder, he held the phone up for Quinn to see. She couldn't see the screen from that distance but she knew exactly what Karofsky was referring to. And she kicked herself for not deleting them. Yes the pictures had been a bit naughty, a bit rude, a bit risqué, well, more than a bit actually, but she'd never thought of anyone getting a hold of her phone.
"Give Quinn her phone," Sam enunciated clearly. "Do the right thing now, while you have the chance. I'm going to count to five. If I don't have the phone in my hand, you'll regret it," he warned Karofsky.
Karofsky sneered even more. "Regret what?" he asked, his voice low and menacing as he stepped up nose to nose with Sam. The other guys at Sam's back stepped up too, almost surrounding him.
"One," Sam began firmly his eyes locked with Karofsky's. "Two," he continued. "Three," there wasn't even a waver in his voice. "Four," even firmer if that was possible. "Five," he finished. "Don't say I didn't warn you. All of you," Sam announced, sounding bored.
In a split second Karofsky was on the floor, his legs swept out from under him, two of the guys from behind Sam had been thrown over his shoulder and had landed in a pile on top of Karofsky, a third had been dispatched with a kick to the knee and a knee to the groin. The fourth ran away. "Now give me the phone," Sam demanded again, not even a touch out of breath. He picked the phone up from the ground beside Karofsky's head, all of them groaning and moaning in a heap on the floor. Sam came quickly to the passenger side of Quinn's car. She unlocked the doors and he jumped in. "Hard right, step on it," Sam demanded quietly, "they're out of the way if you steer hard right."
Quinn did as she was told, feeling the slightest bump as if she'd run over something. She was crying and shaking. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," she repeated over and over again.
The second they were out of the school parking lot Sam asked Quinn to pull over. "You can't drive in this state. Pull over," he asked again.
They changed places, Sam took over driving. "Thank you," Quinn said quietly. "I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't been there," she said tearfully, the possible consequences flooding her brain, scaring her even more than she already was. "Where did you learn to do all that?" she asked, nodding her head back towards school.
"Well, when you move schools as often as I have," Sam admitted, "you learn pretty quick how to defend yourself. Every school has a Karofsky, unfortunately," he told Quinn sadly. "Where do you live?" Sam asked her. Quinn gave the address. "That's not too far from me," he told her. "I'll walk from your house," he said. "Will Puck be home when you get there?" he asked.
"No, he's at his Nana's all day till it's time for Beth to have her bath, then he comes home. His mom, his sister and his dad are all staying at his Nana's till the end of Shiva. Puck would be too if we didn't have Beth, but he knows I need some help with her," Quinn explained.
"Well, I'm glad he'll be home later," Sam said as he pulled up outside the house Quinn indicated. "If you need anything, before Puck get's home, give me a call," Sam told her, helping her out of the car. "Here, let me give you my number," he said, taking the phone that she still clutched in her hand and typing in his own phone number. "Just a second, let me ring myself," he said, pressing send. "That's it, I have your number now. Don't forget, if you need anything, anything at all, just give me a call, ok?" he repeated.
Quinn nodded, feeling slightly emotional, touched that someone would do so much, go out of their way to help her. "Thank you Sam," Quinn said once more before she went in the house.
Claudia stayed with Quinn until Puck got home. She hadn't tried to call Puck, she knew his phone was turned off the whole time he was in his Nana's house, he only turned it on again when he came home. He'd borrowed his dad's car this week so that Quinn could take his car to school, he didn't want her to have to walk the lonely roads or have to set out early to get the bus. He was really, really glad that he'd finally started using the X3 instead of being stubborn and still just driving his clapped out, unreliable truck. He felt much safer knowing that Quinn had the safety and security of the BMW.
"How was your day?" Puck asked sadly as he came in the door. "Hi Claudia, how was Beth?" he asked, picking up his daughter to cuddle her close, needing to feel her warm body, feel the connection.
Quinn waited till Claudia gave an update then left after hugging Quinn and murmuring to her. She took a deep breath and told Puck about Karofsky. "And he saw the pictures you took," Quinn wailed. "I told you to email them to yourself so I could delete them, you know it's going to be all round school tomorrow, don't you?" she said, her face in her hands. "I don't know what would have happened if it wasn't for Sam."
Puck stiffened as he heard exactly what Sam had done to save Quinn. The more she told him, the more it sounded like Sam was some sort of superhero. Quinn's superhero. And that was supposed to be him. Puck felt the stirrings of jealousy writhe in his stomach. He clenched his jaw and kept silent.
Puck held Quinn close all night, feeling her shudder on occasion, she must have been dreaming about what had happened. He was angry with himself that he hadn't been the one to save her, he'd let her down. Puck didn't sleep very well that night.
Quinn had to take quite a few deep breaths before she stepped out of the car in the school parking lot the next morning. She was sure that everyone was staring at her. Then she heard the whispers and she knew she was right.
Santana waited till Quinn was at her locker, studiously ignoring everyone walking behind her, trying to block out the whispered comments and the not so whispered ones. "Look, Q," Santana said quietly at Quinn's side. "I know we've had our differences, had our fights but this, what Karofsky's done," she shook her head, looking into Quinn's tear filled eyes, "it's not right. That's not to say you're not an idiot for having stuff like that on your phone in the first place. I blame Puck. It's bound to have been his idea," Santana said with a smile, rolling her eyes, trying to cheer Quinn up. "Come here, bestie," she said really, really quietly and hauled Quinn in to her arms to hug her.
"I feel so stupid," Quinn whispered into Santana's shoulder. "I can't believe I even let Puck take them," she said with a sniff, pulling back slightly. "God, he can talk me into just about anything," Quinn admitted, looking upwards, trying her best not to let the tears fall.
"Forget these pendejos," Santana advised, giving some of the students passing by and whispering about Quinn an evil stare. "You're Queen Bee, right? Top dog? You can do this," she encouraged, her tone strong, urgent, needing Quinn to understand that she could. And that Santana would be right behind her. "I got your back, sweet-cheeks," she grinned at Quinn, "let 'em have it," she nodded with a wink.
Quinn nodded back, feeling a lot stronger. She'd been talked about before, called names before. She could do this. She took a deep breath, put her hands on her hips and sauntered down the hall, looking neither left nor right, her head up, confident. Inside she was a quivering mess. "Thank you Santana," Quinn thought.
Throughout the day Quinn felt uncomfortable but she refused to show it. She kept her head up, and when asked directly about the pictures she did what any self respecting Christian person would do. She lied. She said that Karofsky had somehow photo-shopped a picture of her and was trying to pass it off as the real thing. She said it with such conviction and condescension towards Karofsky that even the guys who had seen the pictures on her phone with their own eyes, believed her. Quinn felt so much stronger towards the end of the day.
"How was school today?" Puck asked when he got home. He didn't really want to hear if Ladylips had swooped in to save the day but….he sighed heavily. Yes he did. He wanted to torture himself even further than he had all day, feeling like an asshole, the ultimate loser for not being there for Quinn when something had threatened her.
"It was hard to start with," Quinn admitted. "Santana surprised the hell out of me," she said with a laugh and told Puck how good she'd been all day, been a true friend, real support.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Puck demanded, feeling extremely sensitive. "That I'm not your support?" he asked, the hint of hurt evident in his voice.
"No," Quinn insisted. "That's not what I meant," she said. "I just meant that me and Santana haven't been best of friends recently and she could have taken the opportunity to I don't know, humiliate me even more," she shrugged. "But she didn't and I really appreciate that. So does Coach Sylvester apparently, she's put Santana back on the team. At the bottom of the pyramid but at least she's back on the squad," Quinn said, sounding really pleased. She looked down as her phone chimed with a message.
"Who's that?" Puck asked as Quinn erupted into a fit of giggles after reading the message.
"No one," she replied, still laughing. "Sam," she added. "He just sent me a joke. Here, read this," she said, passing her phone over to Puck.
"No, thanks," Puck replied, "I don't feel in the mood for jokes," his voice sounded moody as he pushed past Quinn and went upstairs.
"Excuse me for laughing," Quinn muttered under her breath, checking out another joke that had just arrived, then another and another and another.
"Can you at least turn the damn thing to silent?" Puck grumbled a few hours later after they'd watched TV for a while. When he came home he'd bathed Beth while Quinn had done her homework. After that she'd fed Beth while Puck made a snack for them both. Beth was settled into bed so they'd watched TV downstairs. Quinn's phone chiming with constant messages was beginning to seriously annoy Puck. The fact that she giggled and replied to every message was grating on him. In fact, it was like Puck only had one nerve left and Sam was tap-dancing on it.
"Who bit your butt?" Quinn asked, unused to Puck sounding quite so pissed off. Annoyed.
"No one," Puck muttered, "more like Sam kissing your ass," he finished under his breath, unable to identify the feelings he had.
"I'm going to bed," Quinn said with a huff, "don't be too long," she told Puck.
"Mer mer mer mer mer mer mer," Puck mimicked Quinn telling him not to be too long, "who are you?" he asked very quietly, "my mother?" he mocked. He stayed downstairs longer than he'd intended, just to make a point. He eventually locked up and went upstairs. He stood outside the bedroom door and listened to Quinn chatting and giggling with someone.
Quinn thought she heard Puck go into the bathroom. "Goodnight Sam," she smiled into her phone. "No, Puck's here now, he's just come upstairs, I'll see you tomorrow, we can practice then. Good night," she repeated.
Puck waited a few more minutes to make it seem as though he had actually been in the bathroom before opening their bedroom door. "Thought you'd be asleep already," he commented, sitting on the bed to take his boots off. "What've you been doing?" he asked, "reading?" he suggested.
"Err, yeah, reading," Quinn agreed, sensing that Puck would not be happy to know she had been chatting with Sam.
Puck went to see Beth once he had his shorts on, he stroked down her back then turned her over. He returned to the bedroom after visiting the bathroom. "Beth turned herself over again," he commented to Quinn, just for something to say. Quinn nodded, showing interest but didn't reply. "Night," Puck muttered and laid down, his back to Quinn.
Quinn waited. And waited. And waited. Puck didn't speak again, he was barely breathing. "Is something wrong?" Quinn asked, feeling the tension in Puck's shoulders when she reached out to touch him.
Puck shrugged. "I don't know," he said, sounding bored, "you tell me," he turned it round on Quinn.
"Something is clearly bothering you," Quinn stated, sitting up and turning her lamp on.
"You don't say," Puck responded, pulling the covers further up his shoulder.
"What?" Quinn asked, "what's bothering you? Talk to me," she pleaded.
"Oh, you have time now?" Puck threw at her, turning over slightly. "Do you want to ask Sam if we have enough time to talk? See if he wants to send any more jokes?" he asked, the sarcasm not lost on Quinn.
"That's what you're upset about?" Quinn asked, rolling her eyes. "The fact that a guy is talking to me?" she said, wanting Puck to admit it, clarify things.
"In a word," Puck said, sitting up, "yes," he admitted. "Yes, I'm upset, pissed off, feeling ignored, call it what you want, but you've spent the whole night laughing and chatting with another guy, while your feet were in my lap, expecting me to massage them for you," he finished, incredulous. "I mean, what's that all about?" he asked. "If…if….if….Santana," he finally thought of a girl's name, "was keeping me busy all night, making damn sure I ignored you, you'd be more than pissed, so don't tell me I don't have the right," Puck wasn't calming down, he was getting angrier, his eyes flashing fire.
"Well, I'm sorry," Quinn said, truly meaning it and also wanting to smooth over ruffled feathers. "I never thought how it'd make you feel and you're right, if a girl was doing the same with you, I'd be jealous too," she admitted to Puck, leaning over and trying to kiss his cheek.
Puck pulled back, looking at Quinn like she'd lost her mind. "I'm not jealous," Puck denied. "What have I got to be jealous about?" he asked. "Unless something is going on with you and Ladylips?" he asked, feeling a little more sure of Quinn's feelings for him.
"There is nothing going on between Sam and I," Quinn assured Puck, rolling up on to her knees. She took a pace forward to him, "please believe me," Quinn said with a smile, her arms going round Puck's neck and settling across his thighs facing him. "I wouldn't do that to you, or to Beth," she insisted between sweet kisses to Puck's cheeks, his nose, his eyelids before settling on his lips. Quinn felt Puck's hands settle on her hips. They both felt a lot better.
"Let's all welcome back Puck," Mr Schue called, bringing the class to order. "It's been quiet without you," he said with a smile.
"Thanks Mr Schue," Puck replied with a smile at Quinn, giving her hand a little squeeze. "Seems to me like you need some Puckasaurus in here, I mean, duets? Again? Seriously?" he scoffed, "Mr Schue, you really need to get some new ideas up in here," he grinned looking around the room.
"Thank you, Puck," Mr Schue nodded. "Time to hear from our last duet pair, Quinn and Sam. Whenever you're ready," he said, his arm indicating the floor.
Sam and Quinn took their places, Sam with his guitar, Quinn helping to play it. When it came to the last part Quinn danced over to where Puck sat in the front row and perched on one of his knees, her arm around his shoulders, looking into his eyes. Sam stopped singing and left Quinn to sing it herself.
"I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again
I'm lucky we're in love in every way
Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed
Lucky to be coming home someday"
Quinn gave Puck a tiny kiss then she and Sam continued with the harmonies for a few seconds, Quinn still perched on Puck's thigh, his hand on her hip, squeezing lightly.
"How was that," Quinn began her question, staring at Puck with a slight smile, then she turned to the teacher, "Mr Schue?" she finished.
"Good job, both of you," Mr Schue said, clapping, seeing that he actually could have caused a big problem for Puck and Quinn by being just a little bored and playing with their lives. "Next class, I want you to….yes Puck?" he asked, seeing Puck's spare hand raise in the air.
"I have something ready for the next class," Puck told the teacher and the class. "But there is something I need to do today, can I be excused please, Mr Schue?" he asked.
Mr Schue noted the look of determination in Puck's eyes. He'd heard of Quinn's run in with David Karofsky and assumed that's what Puck wanted to deal with. "Fine, you're excused," Mr Schue nodded. He caught at Puck's arm as he passed to leave the choir room. "Take care of yourself Puck, don't let Karofsky get the upper hand. You need to be in school not excluded, ok?" he said quietly. Puck nodded and left.
Behind him, Finn, Sam, Mike, Kurt and Artie all made their way to the door. "Karofsky won't be alone, Mr Schue. Puck shouldn't be either," Finn told the teacher with a shrug.
"I never saw you leave," Mr Schue said, turning the other way. He hoped they all knew what they were doing. He really hoped that Karofsky would be taken down a peg or two. The photo-shopped pictures that Karofsky had posted of Quinn on the school's website were quite an embarrassment for her. He truly wanted to believe the 'photo-shopped' story, he was blatantly ignoring the other story that was going around, that the pictures were real.
Puck found Karofsky in the weight room, unluckily he was not alone. "Out," Puck announced to Karofsky's band of henchmen. "This is between me and him," he told them, his eyes never leaving Karofsky, his smug face begging for Puck's fist to land in the middle of it.
Karofsky nodded for his goons to leave the weight room. They found their match waiting for them in the locker room. Puck closed the door behind them. "Want to tell my why you thought it was cool to threaten Quinn?" Puck asked, stepping just a little closer to Karofsky, crowding him a little. "I'm waiting," Puck told him. "No?" he asked, "nothing to say? She just imagined it then?" he asked, sarcasm coming through. "So I'm just going to kick your ass for nothing then?" Puck asked. "I can live with that," he shouted as he pounced. Karofsky didn't stand a chance. As Karofsky lay on the floor, his nose bleeding, feeling dazed and confused, Puck squeezed his cheeks. "If you ever speak to Quinn again it better be to apologise," he advised the almost weeping Karofsky. "If I were you, I wouldn't even try it. Just stay the hell away from her. Got it?" he ground out through clenched teeth, shoving up and away from Karofsky. "Just stay away from her," he repeated as he opened the door and walked into the locker room. "We're done," he told his friends, each group staring at each other. Karofsky's friends all ran to help him and New Directions left the locker room. "That goes for you too Sam," Puck said almost conversationally. "Quinn is my girl, mine," he repeated, "and I don't share. Ever," he said quietly just before they rejoined the girls.