Puck's POVBeing a teenager sucked – truly and horribly so. Hearing Quinn state that one day he'd make a good husband and father was just the sucker punch to follow a series of Chuck Norris roundkicks to the stomach. First, Finn would be playing father to his child. Second, Quinn was entirely estranging herself from him entirely. So much for wishful thinking, he supposed. Groaning, he shrugged. "Whatever, let's face it. I'll always be a deadbeat who will never find the right woman and keep her long enough to make her realize I could be worth something. It's no big deal." Slamming shut his textbook – not that he ever looked at it anyway, he turned away and zoned out for the duration of the class period, trying not to focus on the anger and humiliation he felt reaching its peak.
Typically, Glee settled his restlessness but today, seeing Finn and Quinn beside one another was enough to make his blood boil. The only relief came when Schue informed Quinn and Puck that they were partners. Puck was perched in the top row, zoning out in his typical fashion. Not paying heed to anything, he was unsure what assignment had been declared, simply knew that he and Quinn were suddenly being ushered together, in an attempt to work out some collaborative effort for their assignment. And, as it would turn out, Rachel and Finn were paired together – delicious! He watched as Rachel eagerly poured herself into Finn's arms, cooing about some 'great idea' that she had for a song they could sing together – meanwhile Finn's eyes were glued to Quinn's frame. Puck smirked with pleasure – the only thing he could relish right then was having her as his partner. "Come on Blondie," he said to her in a mocking tone, loud enough that Finn could hear him. He needed to be as distant as possible in Finn's presence.
The burning of his skin, however, made him realize he truly was not over the mess he had created with Fabray.
She led the way and he obliged, following her closely. As they started to ascend, he got a vague idea of where they were going – Santana had suggested coming up here once, but en route they had gotten caught by Principal Figgins. "Nice," he stated calmly as they were welcomed by fresh air and sunlight. "Now this is what I'm talkin' about. Glad I know of this place, might have to claim part of the roof as my own," he teased, winking at her.
Meanwhile, his brain was processing just how much he'd want to keep coming up here with her.
Pondering her second question a moment, he was silent. "I'm not sure, I really have no idea. I'll be honest, I wasn't really payin' attention to Schue when he was talkin.' Is that a surprise?" he questioned her, laughing quietly. "Have anything in mind? Or wanna fill me in so I can think?" he suggested, chuckling again as he let his body sit down upon the roof across from her. "Preferably something I can play guitar on, even though I didn't bring it up here with me," he added, figuring that at least a little crooning and chord plucking might remind her that he was a catch, or something.
|F L A S H B A C K|Puck's dark eyes narrowed slightly when she mentioned getting another drink. "Oh no, princess, I think you've had quite enough," he contradicted her. After all, he didn't want her too drunk, for multiple reasons. "Hangovers suck, kiddo," he commented quietly, trying to cover up the fact that he simply enjoyed being with her when she was carefree tipsy, but not sloppy drunk. "And I will admit that I find myself more attractive than Romeo, thank you very much. Leonardo DiCaprio isn't what I'd call handsome." He laughed, punctuating the joke he has made in an attempt to cover the awkwardness of this situation. His breathing is labored, he's sweating despite being soaking wet from the pool and his desire for Quinn is mounting and is soon going to become readily visible.
When their lips met, it was pure perfection. She did not resist and although this shocked him, it did not foul up the rhythm he created as he kissed her tenderly. Surprise built as she slipped her legs upward and around his waist, hugging her body tightly against his. Suddenly, his strong arms were bringing her in tighter for a vicious array of kisses that would barrage her tender lips.
As quickly as it began, she stopped everything and as her legs dropped to the ground, Puck felt his mind scrambling. Normally, he'd surrender. After all, Finn was his best friend. "Fuck," he muttered to himself, feeling her hands pressing against his chest – yet not with enough force to push him away from her body. "Finn isn't here, Quinnie," he reminded her softly, "and for all we know, he and BareAss are creating their own song and dance. Who's to say we can't enjoy one night of fun?" he purred softly against her right ear, letting his tongue trail along the cartilage after he had spoken. The warmth of her body was emanating against his, making him hornier than he could remember (how was that even possible?) and he found himself lifting her body upward again, kissing along her jawline tenderly. "Just once, Quinnie, give in to desire and allow yourself to enjoy being a teenager," he murmured against her skin, sliding his hands against her upper back soothingly.
"I promise I'll take good care of you," the young male breathed against her skin, slowly carrying her away from the pool, making his slow but steady way away from the sight of the house, keeping her body warm with the heat of his own. "Don't make me beg," he murmured huskily, not entirely sure why he was so hard-pressed about this, yet refusing to step down from her now. Quinn's POV
What Puck didn't realize was that Quinn did believe he was worth something. That was the reason why this entire thing was so hard for her. Deep down inside, he was actually really sweet and that was what made it difficult between trying to choose between him and Finn. The problem wasn't seeing whether or not he had potential to be a father, Quinn had caught a glimpse of that the night she babysat with him. Unfortunately, she also caught a glimpse of what his biggest flaw was; other women. His sexts with Santana hurt her more than words could even describe. She knew they weren't officially a couple, and technically she was cheating on him with Finn but that was his test. And he failed, miserably.
Quinn was about to bring a beautiful baby into this harsh world and she wasn't about to bring her into a world where her father wasn't there for her. Quinn knew what that was like. She had grown up trying to fit in her parent's perfect bubble. When bad things happened in their family, they would just pretend like it never happened and continued on with their perfect little lives. So, it was no surprise that when Quinn caught her father cheating on her mother, as soon as she ran to her mother to try and tell her, her mother just pretended like she couldn't hear one word that she was saying. Quinn eventually realized that she couldn't go to them with any problem that she had, so she held everything inside of her. Then naturally once they found out Quinn was knocked up, they kicked her out on the street. What kind of a life is that? Not one that Quinn's daughter would ever face under her watch. She would find the perfect father for her daughter, whatever it took.
Quinn was a little off for the rest of the day. Her hormones were all over the place because she couldn't stop thinking of Puck, Finn, and her parents. When her and Puck snuck up to the roof, she felt like she finally was relieved of her racing thoughts. Once she was sitting down, she felt much better. She hated how out of shape her body was, and how just a short distance made her feet ache. She took off her flats and massaged the bottoms of it mindlessly, something she had come accustomed to. Hearing Puck's comment about the roof made her shake her head but laugh briefly. "As long as we come up here at different times and you don't christen the entire area, then fine," she responded lightheartedly.
Her mind couldn't decide whether she was angry she got stuck being partnered with him or happy. She did know, however that she was not happy about Man hands and her boyfriend being paired together. Now she'd have to spend the entire time worrying about what they were doing. At least the fresh air helped a bit.
She laughed when he admitted he wasn't paying attention to the assignment, "Why am I not surprised?" she mumbled. "Basically Mr. Schuester said something about practicing making the audience believe what we're singing about so we have to pick a song about our feelings and perform it for one another. Shouldn't be hard for me because being pregnant gives you a lot of feelings," she explained with a roll of her eyes. "We have to practice for each other today then we're performing it tomorrow," she added.
Being alone with Puck made her realize that they hadn't been alone since that night when he got her pregnant. The thought actually made her nervous for some reason but she also realized how many things could happen when you were alone. This put up a red flag when she realized that Finn and Rachel were alone right now as well. And within an instant, she was struck with an idea. "You know what, I'll run back to the choir room and get your guitar for you. I mean, it'll be easier that way to practice and all," she said a little too innocently as she put her shoes back on and stood up. She decided to keep her sweater there, and started walking to the door before he could really say anything. "I'll be back in a second, think of some song possibilities in the mean time," she said and then disappeared.
Instead of going to the choir room, once she went down the stairs, she went straight to the auditorium where Rachel and Finn were rehearsing. Quietly, she sneaked in and took a seat in nosebleed section, so she wouldn't get caught. When she got there, she witnessed Rachel singing some Broadway ballad. Through squinted eyes, Quinn watched her carefully as she paraded around in front of Finn. But what she didn't expect was for Rachel to lean over and kiss him. Rage rushed through Quinn's body as her eyebrows furrowed at the scene in front of her. She felt paralyzed in the chair and couldn't believe that Finn wasn't pushing her off of him. Not being able to take anymore, Quinn got up and ran out of the auditorium, as fast as she possibly could.
Her cheeks were burning she was so enraged and she could feel her eyes filling up with tears. How could Finn do that to her? She had known the two of them were up to something; she always had a bad feeling about it. But what hurt the most was that Quinn chose Finn to be the father of her child for a reason, and he ended up being unfaithful just like Puck was. I guess that was called karma. She had to be careful, she knew she was about to breakdown any second now but really didn't want to considering the fact she'd have to make her way back to Puck and if he knew she had been crying, he'd make some kind of joke about it somehow and she just wasn't in the mood.
She went to the bathroom and splashed her face with cold water. After drying off, she looked at herself in the mirror to make sure that she was presentable enough. When she accepted her appearance, she made her way back up to the roof completely forgetting the entire purpose of going back was to get Puck's guitar. All she could focus on right now was the fact that her boyfriend was making out with Rachel Berry.
Trying to stay as calm and collective as she usually was, she walked back over to her spot with her head held high. I guess the good thing of your parents forcing you to hide your emotions for so many years was the fact that you learn how to be strong. She sat back down on her sweater and finally looked over at Puck, "So did you come up with anything?"
|F L A S H B A C K|When he shot down her drink request, she stood there awkwardly not knowing another plan of escape. He had reminded her about something very important, hangovers. When she woke up tomorrow it probably wasn't going to be such a pretty sight but it was too late to do anything about that now. She was starting to regret drinking and was wondering why anyone did it in the first place. I mean, sure it gives you a nice buzz but then the next morning (or same night) your stuck in the toilet throwing up your intestines… or so she's heard. This was the first time Quinn had ever consumed any alcohol. So far she was enjoying it but from what she has heard from Santana and Brittany, it only gets worse. Though, it was taking her mind off of what it needed to stay off of which was Finn. So, I guess it had its perks.
If only her parents knew what she had gotten herself into. Of course, they would probably both tune her out before she could finish explaining that she had illegally consumed alcohol but still. Quinn Fabray was taking a walk on the wild side for the very first time. It's been overdue though, all that pressure to be perfect sure could get to you. Quinn couldn't help but laugh at his Leo DiCaprio comment letting out a "Why does that not surprise me?" she said sarcastically. Truth be told, she also thought he was cuter than Leo DiCaprio but she figured that was the alcohol talking and wouldn't admit it out loud.
When he first kissed her, it was so genuine that she couldn't help her reaction. Finn wasn't making enough time for her and although she was the president of the chastity club, that didn't mean she didn't enjoy doing other things with Finn. But ever since he joined Glee, it was like she was second best and Quinn Fabray was never second best. So, maybe that was why she couldn't stop kissing Puck. Maybe that was why she was enjoying it so much. Poor deprived child.
Her senses kicked in and she stopped it, though most of her didn't want to. Her breathing was heavy and she could barely hear Puck's curse. Though she heard his next words perfectly. He was right, Finn wasn't there. He was never there anymore. She stood there, frozen, her eyes closing at the thought of Rachel and her boyfriend together, the thought both repulsed and infuriated her. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as his tongue traced the cartilage of her ear. Her eyes stayed shut, and one thing just kept repeating over and over again in her mind; Rachel and Finn together.
When Puck worked her jawline, she tilted her head back to let him gain more access. She felt herself being carried now and didn't resist. He was telling her to be a teenager now and all she could do was think of how much her parents would disprove of this. For some reason, she didn't care anymore. Puck was right, she needed to be a teenager. She was sick of living her life for her parents and not doing what she wanted when she wanted. But could she really do this? "I promise I'll take good care of you," those words were all she needed to hear. What she needed more than anything was to be taken care of. Instead of saying anything, she just nodded her head exactly three times figuring Puck would know why. She wasn't even exactly sure what she was agreeing to, but I guess that's why you're not supposed to drink and make decisions.