Author's Note: I'm starting this chapter inspired by the reviews I got alone. Which by the way are wonderfully wonderful! Thanks so much to you guys, it means the world . With that said let Chapter 11 commence.
The rest of the day Quinn felt like everything around her was moving in slow motion. The things taught in class made absolutely no sense, she couldn't concentrate on anything, or even hold up a normal conversation. All in one day she was on a romantic high, then torn down, then dealt with confrontation, her brain had reached its capacity for emotions and thoughts.
Puck and Finn had both tried texting her multiple times, but were too afraid to confront her in person about anything after their blowout at lunch. After the 5th text she got from Finn she finally just turned her phone off, tired of the incessant buzzing in her backpack. In Geography Santana had heard the buzzing too, she finally turned around and asked Quinn who was texting her so much. Quinn felt slapping her for being such an awful friend, but remembered that Santana still didn't know that Puck and her were an 'item'. But Quinn still felt jealousy bubbling inside of her anyways, as politely as she could, said it was her mom and dad freaking out about something dumb and left it at that. The day seemed to never end, but finally when the bell signaling that 8th hour was over, and also signaling that the day was over and that kids could either head to outdoor sport practice or go home.
Thankfully today Quinn had Cheerios practice rather than having to go to Sunshine Day Care. She missed Sarah dearly but was tired of dealing with Puck for one day. Quinn made a stop in the locker room to check her hair and makeup and to prepare for the vigorous workout Coach Sylvester was sure to put them through. Everything seemed to be in order, she walked out while other girls filtered in to do the same, and took a quick sip from the drinking fountain that stood between the two doors of the girls and boys locker rooms. She turned around to see that the football boys were already on the field, she rolled her eyes at the sight of Puck and Finn talking closely, and she assumed it was quiet as well so the other boys wouldn't hear. She wanted to know so much what they could possibly be saying, but retracted the thought remembering that she didn't care about either of them anymore. With that, she walked off to the opposite end of the field on the sidelines where the Cheerios practiced. Two hours later filled with short segments of a new routine, and Coach Sylvester's constant crossing out on her clipboard to either remove a girl from the squad or to change something on the new routine, she blew her whistle twice which dismissed the girls to showers and to go home.
Quinn decided to skip the shower today, and take one at home instead. She just needed to leave school, especially before Puck and Finn did so she wouldn't have to have another confrontation in the parking lot, especially since Puck continued to park next to her. When she got to her car she found a note under her windshield wiper, a white note card that was placed upside down. She pulled it out, glancing around to see no one in the parking lot yet, and read it.
We have to talk about this I'm not letting it go until we do. –Puck
She took a deep breath shoved the note in her duffle bag, threw it in the back seat of her car and got in. All this drama that came along with seeing Puck felt like a wave of emotions. It all felt like a big mistake now, but she still felt that strong willed part of her that had her see Puck in the first place. That same part of her that felt like it was a nice well deserved break from Finn, that large part that no matter how much that other half fought, made her still want Puck for some reason. She reminded herself over and over again that he was a cheater, a stupid cheater that she didn't need in her life anymore but the idea kept being thought with 'buts' and 'what ifs'. She shook her head like an Etch a Sketch to clear away the thoughts from her head, but it was pointless and instead found herself crying on her steering wheel. Unstoppable tears that came out of nowhere but never ceased for a second. Like everything she had ever felt in life was catching up with her. She had breakdowns all the time, in private of course seeing that she had no one that she could turn to with her emotions, but this one was incomprehensible.
A small tap on her car window pulled her back to reality, instantly snapped back her tears to see who it was. She looked over to the passenger side where the knocking was coming from to see Puck peering in at her with a look of what seemed to be compassion but figured it couldn't be so it was a look that all guys usually got when girls would cry. "Go away!" she yelled starting her car so she could drive away but instead of understanding her or acting like he did, he opened the car door and got in keeping the 'gaze of concern' on her not being able to peel his eyes away. "Puck, I said go away!" she said looking him dead in the eye ignoring the fact that mass amounts of tears were forming in her eyes again.
"Quinn? Are you okay?"
"Does it look like I'm okay? I don't want to talk to you! Just go!" she half yelled, half cried she turned away to wipe her tears with the sleeve on her monogrammed Cheerios jacket then turned back at the moron who still chose to sit in her car despite her cries for him to leave.
"Please Quinn, I just want to...help." he said somehow with more emotion than Quinn was showing. His eyes looked like they belonged to a lost kid, and his mouth hung down to what Quinn called the 'Puckerman pout'. If she hadn't been so pissed off at him she would've hugged him.
"Puck, you are the cause of this! Now just go!" she yelled pushing his shoulder for him to leave. He nodded his head solemnly figuring now to not be the best time for him to try and explain himself. He felt like his heart had burdened into a heavy weight inside of him. He hated leaving her like that, feeling like he could've done something but at the moment he knew that he couldn't. He looked back in the window as he shut the car door to see her just as she was when he came, crying on her steering wheel. He tore himself away from the scene and decided that he was going to make everything up tomorrow whether she liked it or not, he wasn't sure how much longer he could take of Quinn being mad at him.
Author's Note: Okay, I intended there to be more progress in the story for this chapter but I think it was kind of a much needed gap filler in the story, sort of a bridge between the confrontation (last chapter) and the redemption. Thanks again for the absolutely wonderful reviews! If you guys have any questions feel free to write me a message or write one in review and I will answer it in an author's note! Remember to R&R and also see if you saw a parallel to the show and see if you guys can decode it. (One of those hidden-author messages.)