"Quinn?" Puck called as he entered his apartment. The door was left open and as he'd slipped a spare key into Quinn's bag the other day, he hoped it was her. It was half past eight, and he's just got back from an earlier shift at the bar.

"In here!" She called from the bathroom. He threw his phone on the sofa and made his way to the bathroom. He hesitated before opening it, but then pulled the handle to see Quinn lying in the bath, with more bubbles than he thought was imaginable.

"Enjoyin' yourself?" He said, holding back a smile.

"Yeah. I like it bubbly," She grinned, seeing his eyes shift to the mass of bubbles around her.

"Mmm, that's weird…" He started as he slid off his shoes. "So do I." And before she could react, he ran towards her and swung himself into the bath. A great splash of water flung into her face as he was sat, legs either side of her, completely clothed, in the bath.

"Comfy?" She asked, blowing several bubbles from her face.

"Very," He laughed.

"You're dressed quite fancy, aren't you? What happened to the black v-neck? Finally decided to wash it?" She winked as she held onto his black tie, which sat in front of a same-shade, smart, black t-shirt."

"Yeah, it really attracts the ladies, you see…" He flirted as she pulled his forwards by the tie and into a deep kiss.

"Oh really? How many other ladies have you given a spare key to?"

"I hope you didn't freak out, I know its fast but-"

"It's sweet. Thank you."

He bit his lip as he smiled and pulled her in for another kiss, but she hesitated slightly.

"I've gotta tell you something…"

"Should I be scared?" He laughed, noticing her nervous tone. She remained silent, so he hulled himself out of the water and stood on the rug, his jeans dripping. She gulped and grabbed a towel from the side of the bath. She held it up and wrapped it round her.

"Keep an open mind, okay?" She told him as she turned around and quickly pulled her bra and pants on. She could see the worry in his face by now, so she decided to get it over with. She dropped the towel and, still standing with her back to Puck, waited to see his reaction.

"Oh my god! Why, How, Just… Quinn?" He was waiting for an explanation.

"You like?" She asked with a hopeful smile, but she knew how he felt already.

"Are you kidding me? Quinn, you're crazy, this- this is crazy! If your dad, if he saw this, oh my god!"

"He's not gonna' see it, Puck," She assured him.

"But, everyone's gonna think I forced this on you, Quinn, you didn't feel pressured into this, right?"

"Don't be stupid. It's my body, and I got it because I wanted it." She said confidently.

"But, a tattoo? When? When'd you get it?"

"Yesterday."

"So, you, Quinn Fabray, the girl who freaked with commitment, got a tattoo?"

"This isn't a commitment. This is something I wanted, so I got it, okay?" She snapped.

"Okay, okay." He took her hand and pulled her close. "Sorry I freaked. This is just… pretty big!"

"I know, believe me, I've been told." She said with a slight laugh.

"And you're okay with having this… on your body?"

"Obviously."

"Then, I honestly think it's pretty hot." He admitted with a smile. She managed a smile. "Okay, you wanna go somewhere?" He suggested.

"Sure, anywhere in mind?"

"You'll just have to wait and see." He winked, intriguing her even more.

"Where're we goin'?" Quinn asked as Puck led her into an empty warehouse store, while she had a blindfold covering her eyes.

"You'll see," He muttered as he heaved open the heavy door and gently pushed her through. She heard the door slam shut behind her. Puck flicked the light switch on and illuminated the All-Your-Needs-Warehouse-Store.

Quinn untied her blindfold and showed a confused expression. There were a dozen trampolines to her left, and at least fifty mattresses to her right. Further back was kitchen essentials, followed by outdoor furniture and electronics.

More confusion swam through Quinn's mind as Puck grabbed her hand and pulled her in the direction of the trampolines.

"A friend of mine works here, so," Puck started as he lifted Quinn up onto the large trampoline. "I asked him to keep it open late."

"And why, exactly?" Quinn asked as she sat and watched Puck pull himself up after her.

"Because… trampolines are kinda' our thing, aren't they?"

Quinn thought back to their first kiss, which just so happened to be on a trampoline. Puck helped her get her camera from her bedroom, (which contributed vastly towards her getting a well deserved A in her photography project) and they hid on the trampoline to hide from her father.

"I guess so," She responded, crossing her legs and getting comfortable.

"Now, if I'm not mistaken, there should be…" His voice drifted off as he moved to the corner of the trampoline and dangled his head off the side, looking beneath the trampoline. "Where is it…" He muttered. "Ah, got it." He lifted himself back up and placed a large tub of Ben&Jerry's Cookie Dough Ice-Cream in front of Quinn, followed by two spoons.

"I'm in heaven," She licked her lips and instantly ripped the lid off and dived in with a spoon.

"Slow down," Puck grabbed the other spoon and tried his hardest to match her speed. Somehow, sitting in an empty warehouse, late at night, on a trampoline, eating ice-cream, was where Puck wanted to stay forever.

"Tell me a secret." Quinn asked quietly. They were now lying down, looking at each other. The empty Ben&Jerry's tub (which Quinn happily finished 2/3 of by herself) was at the other end of the trampoline and it was now quite late, but neither wanted to leave.

"Okay," Puck hesitated slightly. "Okay, but don't laugh." She nodded with a smile. "In high school, my nickname was Puckzilla."

"What? Puckzilla?"

"Yeah,"

"Oh my god," She was now giggling crazily. "Why would you ever let people call you that?"

"Because, with a nickname like that, and a Mohawk like mine, I was a real chick magnet!"

"I'll take you word for it," Her laughter was slowly stopping. "But c'mon, that's not a secret! That's an embarrassing thing, like, earlier this year, me and my friends got really drunk and decided to dye my hair pink,"

"Pink?"

"Pink." She confirmed with a pained expression. "Only, it turned out patchy, so then my friends decided that the only way to solve the problem was to cut my hair short." She gritted her teeth as Puck began howling with laughter. "It was uneven for weeks!" She whined.

"Should've just had a Mohawk," He winked, once he controlled his laughter. "So, we've both shared embarrassing stories, now… tell me a secret then."

"Okay. I've got a secret that no-one but my parents know."

"Ooh, I'm intrigued." He moved closer to her.

Quinn took a deep breath. "My real name isn't Quinn." She spluttered quickly. Puck pulled an expression of complete confusion, prompting Quinn to explain. "My real name's Lucy. Lucy Fabray."

"Okay, you're gonna have to explain, 'cos I'm completely lost…"

"In middle school, I was fat and ugly… and a complete loser." She couldn't even look at Puck when she spoke. All horrid memories came flooding back from years ago, memories that she'd blocked out. "I got bullied everyday. It was torture. It was impossible to even get out of bed."

"So you changed your name?" He asked softly. He knew this must've been a delicate topic, he could tell by her tone, but he was having trouble understanding.

"I moved school, got a nose job, that was the most useful thing my dad's ever done for more, went on a strict as hell diet, and finally changed my name." She finished speaking quickly and looked down.

"So who's the real Quinn Fabray?"

"I really don't give a damn about my looks anymore. I've learned to stand up for myself. And I actually have some confidence and self esteem now." She told him with a smile. Just thinking back over it, she was proud of how far she came. Puck smiled at her courage and self belief, something he'd always had trouble with. As she told him, horrible memories came flooding through his mind too. But not of him being bullied, of him doing the bullying. Just the thought of someone doing and saying the things he would've said, having such an affect on Quinn. It broke his heart.

"But it's all in the past, right?" She said as she noticed him deep in thought and reached for his hand. "It's about the person you are now, and how far you've come. Don't you think?"

"Yeah." He said eventually with a smile. They both lay back down and gazed up.

"I feel so comfortable around you." She breathed. "Probably the most comfortable I've been around a person." He turned and smiled at her. That smiled showed Quinn he felt the same way.

"Is it crazy that I fell in love with you in 10 days?" Puck said.

"Is it crazy that I got your initials tattooed on my body after knowing you for 10 days?"

He smiled to himself. The thought of it was just crazy. He met this girl only ten days ago, and yet he felt himself totally infatuated by her. He found it impossible to go a day without speaking to her.

"D'you wanna come camping tomorrow?" She said after a gentle silence.

"Camping?"

"Yeah, a couple of my friends are going and i… I want you to come with me,"

"Sure." He answered with a smile. She was secretly screaming inside, she was so glad she wouldn't have to face Rachel alone.

"And how do you feel about coming to my graduation?" She asked nervously.

"Uhm, when is it?" He asked, equally as nervous, although she didn't know why.

"Next Wednesday…" He still remained silent. "C'mon, it'll be fun! Plus, when I leave, you won't be dating a high school student anymore!" She added with a wink.

"Ok, I'll be there." He smiled.

They spent most of the night on that very trampoline in the empty warehouse, simply talking and sharing memories. Life couldn't've been better for Quinn Fabray.

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