"Quinn! Come in here!" Puck shouted from his bedroom. They were the only ones in the house for now, Nans had gone to the grocery store and would be gone for a few hours, and Sarah was sleeping over at a friends house.
She walked in, making sure to go slowly, just to annoy him.
"What?"
"Come look at this!" He pointed at his computer screen.
She walked over to where he was sprawled across his bed, computer on his lap, and complyed.
"What is that?" She asked, disgusted.
"That is a swarm of africanized bees terrorizing a small town in Africa. But that's not what I'm talking about." He pointed again, at the top-right hand point on the browser. "That's you, isn't it?"
A picture of Quinn from the 8th grade was on the screen her triple chin and chubby cheeks and bent nose glaring at her. Underneath the picture was the words 'HAVE YOU SEEN THIS GIRL?"
She nodded unhappily.
"You've changed a lot." Puck was apperently out of his badass element. "At least we know that nobody's seen that girl. Kind of unfortunate, though. She's really too pretty a girl to go missing."
Quinn closed her eyes and turned her head away from the computer.
"That's probably the last picture the have of me." She ignored Puck's comments, unable to handle them in an acceptable way.
She stepped out and went to her own room again, throwing away the salad she had been eating as she did her homework. It was a chicken salad; too many calories.
"Did you get a nose job?" Puck asked her. He had followed her, and sat on her bed.
She chuckled without humor. "Yeah. The epitome of self hatred, two years ago. My dad got a new job, so I asked him if I could." She covered the bottom of her face, up to her plastic nose, with her hands. "I still can't believe he said yes."
Puck was silent for what felt like hours. Finally, he spoke. "You need alchohol."
She laughed again, this one with actual feeling. "I've never drank before."
"Never?" Puck was incredulous.
"Never."
"We need to fix that. Dramatically." He set off, and Quinn moved to lie on her bed, leaning against a wall. There was a crashing sound from downstairs, then a string of curses.
He returned triumphant, with a six-pack of wine coolers in each hand.
"Are you trying to get me drunk?" She teased, reaching for one.
He gave her a pack, and flopped down next to her on the bed, making the matress dip.
"Absolutely." He grinned, opened one up for each of them, and tapped hers with his own bottle.
She took it, and chugged. Then promptly coughed. "That tastes like shit!"
He laughed. "It's all Nans had. I'll have to replace it later."
Quinn took another drink, and found the taste to be better if not chugged. It was gone in about a minute, and she grabbed another.
"Don't drink too much. You have practice tomorrow." He warned, not stopping her.
After three bottles, she was feeling pretty buzzed. The picture was long gone from her mind, and all she could focus on was the feel of Puck next to her.
Leaning into him, she hummed some song, the name of which had escaped her inebrated mind.
His arm wrapped around her, and she sighed happily, closing her eyes.
Her eyes flew back open when Puck took her chin in his hand, hooking two fingers under it and pulling her towards him. He kissed her, and she was struck by déjà vu.
She kissed him back eagerly, then moved some, straddling his lap. He groaned, and his hands dug into the small of her back.
Quinn moved her own hands, slipping one over his head to rest on the back on his neck, and the other slid inbetween them, running along his chest and flicking the rumored nipple ring.
He growled, and one of his hands ended up on her neck, supporting her head as he rolled over her. They were now lying on the bed, heads by the footboard. Puck in between her legs, and she rolled her hips against him. Quinn whimpered at the contact, and Puck moved his lips to her neck, ravishing the skin.
When they woke up the next morning, her alarm clock blaring, she didn't remember much. She looked down, and swallowed a scream. Then she remembered. So did Puck, apperently, because he looked at her, his previously happy face horrified.
She swallowed. "Did we…?"
He nodded.
"Did we use…?"
He shook his head.
