Enjoy.

Whistling a happy tune, I marched into the school building of McKinley High, one hand grabbing the strap of my bag, the other one tucked in my jeans pocket. I somehow felt untouchable, invincible even.

Don't ask me how I got into such a bright mood, but this morning, I had jumped out of my bed when Lil' Duckie had woken me up with his happy tweeting. Yeah, I had named the bird who chirped outside my window every morning. Brittany totally agreed with the name choice.

Anyway, I felt like the king of the world. Nothing could ruin my good mood.

"Hey, you! Wait a second!"

On second thought, there was something that would ruin everyone's good mood.

"We need to talk," a panting voice behind me growled out and I didn't bother to turn around. I had spanish class as the first lesson today and I didn't want to be late or Quinn would give me a lecture on the importance of attending classes.

A large hand grabbed my upper arm and twisted me around, not as gentle as I would've preferred. Shaking the paw off my arm, I finally snapped, "What the fuck?"

I looked up to the idiot who just ruined my inner balance and scowled at him, not even bothering to cover up the disdain in my expression.

"We need to talk," Finn repeated and shot his surroundings an insecure look, making me roll my eyes at him.

"We?" I mocked him, "No, hold on there. We ain't gonna do shit together, 'cause I will be going to my first class and you will just stand here like an idiot, all dumb and confused. Like always. Sounds good, doesn't it?"

His eyes narrowed and he furrowed his brow, his voice gaining a desperate undertone when he hissed, "Why do you hate me so much?"

"I don't hate you." I sighed and shook my head. "I just can't stand – this." And I pointed to his general direction, making him look down on himself.

"But you're pointing to all of me?"

"And I mean all of you," I calmly replied, watching his features twisting into hurt and anger.

"I don't know what your problem with me is, but it's not cool to make Quinn dislike me, too!" Finn slowly said, the volume of his voice growing with every word, fueled by his frustration.

I took one step back and put up my hands defensively, replying with a sneer, "Calm your man tits, I can see them wobbling in excitement."

He took one threatening step closer and I raised my chin defiantly, challenging him to urge closer if he dared. He didn't, our personal spaces didn't touch, but I guess it was because of the many students still around, getting stuff from their lockers before they headed to their first class. Too many witnesses.

"What did you tell her?" Finn growled, "What did you say?"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I bit back, feeling rage inside of me building within seconds.

Once again, I felt myself getting upset over him, letting hot anger fill my body. I didn't know how he managed that, but he literally made my blood boil, I could feel my skin heating up and my cheeks starting to flush with fury. It was just like yesterday, Valentine's Day, where he had driven me to the brink of insanity by just being his stupid self.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about!" Finn hissed. "You made Quinn turn against me!"

I let my bag drop to the floor and the loud thud grabbed the attention of a few students standing near us.

"I still don't fucking know what you're getting at," I snapped back and took one bold step closer to him, "and if you wanna keep on messing with me, then bring it on. The more witnesses, the better, 'cause someone needs to film me beating you up."

That was when he lost it.

"She broke up with me!" Finn angrily exclaimed, now having the attention of everybody left in the hallway. "She broke up with me and you're the one to blame!"

I was too shocked to come up with a witty retort.

Quinn had broken up with the ogre. Quinn had broken up with him. She had broken up with him. They had broken up, were over and done, not together anymore, finito, the end – emotions overload.

"So what did you tell her? What did you say to make her break up with me?" Finn continued to rant. "It was your idea to break up by sending a message, wasn't it? You told her to write it, didn't you?"

"Shut the fuck up, won't you? I'm trying to process things here," I hissed back and turned away from him.

When did that happen? Why didn't she tell me about it? We had spent the whole evening together yesterday and not once had she mentioned her break up with Finnept. Granted, we had been busy having too much fun to bother with anything else, but still, she could've dropped a few hints about it. Maybe something like, 'This is the best date ever, Finn's never done anything like that for me and oh, I've broken up with him by the way and I don't care at all because I have you. Let's make out.'

Without the last bit, of course.

"Don't pretend! You've been planning it all along! I should have known since the day you threw a pencil case at my head!"

I had to get to spanish class. A certain blonde owed me some explaining.

Grabbing my bag off the floor, I wanted to walk away from the still sulking ogre, but a tight grip on my wrist prevented me from doing so. I whipped around, fully intent on pulling a ninja move, but when I reached out to touch the bundle of nerves between his neck and shoulder, Finn was already in a headlock.

"Nobody, and really nobody, treats my babe this way," a familiar voice behind Finn growled and a bright grin almost splitted my face when I happily exclaimed, "Noah!"

"At your service," Puck said with a smirk before he turned to Finn whom he still held tightly locked in his arms, snarling, "You're gonna apologize to my bro, now."

Finn struggled with the strong arm choking him, panting, "S – sorry."

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you," I sweetly said and received a disbelieving grunt. But that made Puck flex his arm stronger, tightening the hold on Finn's throat.

"I'm sorry," he choked out, "for grabbing you."

"See, wasn't that hard," I replied with a smirk, nodding to Puck and he let go of the giant man-child.

"Dude, you don't grab a girl and especially not my babe, so you better watch it," the mohawked boy growled and gave his fellow jock a light shove. Finn scowled, but didn't push back, he kept on rubbing his sore throat and walked off with a huff.

"So, what the hell was that about?" Puck turned to me with a concerned look. "What did he want?"

I sighed and shrugged, simply replying, "Quinn broke up with him and he thinks it's my fault."

My bro let out a 'pah' and lightly tapped me on my shoulder. "If you ask me, it was just a matter of time till Quinn realized that Finn is way outta her league."

I hummed in agreement, a smug smirk settling on my face. This day was getting better and better.

The school bell rang and I looked around in surprise. Puck and I were the only ones left in the hallway.

"Wanna skip classes with me?" Puck asked with a smirk. "There's this new arcade that hast just opened."

I should be going to spanish class. I really wanted to see Quinn and ask her about the whole break-up deal, why Finn assumed that I was behind it. So many questions I had, but I guess they could wait to be answered. If she didn't think it would be so important to tell me about it yesterday, then a few more hours wouldn't matter.

I grinned at Puck. "What are we waiting for?"

It was paradise. The arcade was almost completely empty with the exception of a few sleazy men lurking around. Puck and I had attracted curious stares at first, seeing as we were actually supposed to be in school at this time, but after a few menacing glares from us, they shrugged and turned away.

The first thing we played was a zombie shooting game and Puck and I were yelling like maniacs as we slaughtered one zombie after the other. We kept on laughing and cursing, not caring at all if we received disapproving glares from the employees there.

"Did you see that?" Puck exclaimed in excitement. "A clean head shot!"

Yeah, it was pretty funny until we died in the last level.

We went from one game to another, shouted from the top of our lungs when we lost and did the same when we won. By the time we felt our almost empty wallets crying, we decided to play one last game.

So we had gone to a racing game and after a few rounds of playing, we started focusing more on crashing into each other than becoming first place in the race. It was way more entertaining to knock the other cars off the road.

The sound of someone clearing his throat behind us got ignored, Puck was about to crash into my car, frontally. Yeah, we stopped racing at all, now just keen on trashing our cars.

"Hey," a deep, male voice impatiently said and we kept ignoring him, watching in amazement how our cars turned over in the air in slow motion, small pieces flying everywhere.

Game over.

"You finished now?"

Sighing, Puck and I shared an eyeroll before we turned around.

"Lima Police Department, you're coming with me," a man in a police uniform said, tapping his badge.

Oops. My mind immediately thought of finally getting arrested for breaking into Finn's car a long time ago, where I had taken it for a spin in Lima and then had sex in the backseat. With lots of spanking, if I remembered correctly.

"Why?" Puck asked with disbelief. "We didn't do anything wrong!"

The police officer chuckled and lifted his hat to run a hand through his grey hair.

"I'm not talking about playing in an arcade, though there are various complaints about the noise," he said in his deep voice and I guessed the vibrato was coming from his huge beer belly.

"Don't you have somewhere else to be?" he asked, and Puck and I shared a 'Seriously?' look. Out of all the days where Puck had skipped classes and never got a call from the school, today when I was with him, we got busted.

"I could ask you the same," I sweetly said and Puck shot me a warning look, "I thought police officers don't usually hang out at an arcade?"

The man in uniform chuckled again and I watched his enormous belly wobbling, suppressing my disgusted grimace from appearing on my innocently smiling face.

"Good one," he said in an amicably tone, "but I was sent to search for you. And when I got a hint from the arcade's employees that here might be two absentees hanging out, I thought, why not? And guess I was right."

Damn. Though this cop looked like one of the 'eating donuts all day' sort, he wasn't that dumb.

"Wait," Puck suddenly said, frowning, "you were sent to search for us? The school's never given a damn before."

"So you admit that you do this quite often?" the officer said with one raised eyebrow.

Sneaky. But I started to like him.

"Did I say that?" my bro countered, raising one mocking eyebrow as well. "I can't remember saying these words."

This was getting good, I wanted to lean back with a bag of popcorn, but Puck had a point. Someone sent the police to search for us. Who?

"I'm sorry to interrupt," I cordially said, giving Puck a meaningful look and he slightly nodded, barely distinguishable, "but I'd like to know who cared so much and wanted to know us safe and sound. I promise we'll be going back to school right afterwards."

The uniformed man let out a short, amused laugh and replied with a sigh, "Alright, then."

He reached into his shirt's front pocket and pulled out a notebook, skimming a few pages before he hummed, "Ah, here it is."

Puck and I shared a tense look, our fists balled, intent on beating up the idiot who had ratted out on us.

"Let's see...the call came from William McKinley High...and I made some notes, here – female caller, quite upset and worried. Specifically asked about one Rachel Berry. Are you Rachel Berry?"

My fingers slackening, I shot Puck a confused look. Then I nodded to the officer.

"Ah, wait, here's the name. Kim Faday."

"Who the -" Puck started, but I quickly understood and my eyes widened, exclaiming, "Quinn! Quinn Fabray."

The officer sheepishly laughed, "Sorry, couldn't understand her really well. Spoke quite fast, must be the nerves."

I gaped at him.

Oh shit, I had Quinn worried sick over me just because I didn't feel like going to school and now she thought I got abducted by aliens or something...I had to call her, to tell her I was alright. I mean, I had never missed spanish classes with her before, I only skipped classes when I knew that she wasn't going to know.

How could I be so stupid, not thinking about that?

Pulling my bag to me, I rummaged in it until I pulled out my phone, only to find it turned off. Oops.

"So, Quinn, huh?" the officer said with grin, watching me shaking my phone, willing it to turn on faster. "A good friend? Must be, the way you got her worked up like this."

"She's got her worked up in so many ways," I heard Puck snicker and I ignored him when the screen on my phone flashed brightly and showed me the counts of missed messages and phone calls. I flinched.

"Oh wow," the uniformed man breathed, peering over my shoulder to see the double-digit number of missed texts and calls, all by one Quinn Fabray.

Puck laughed, "Awesome, bro. Already acting like a married couple."

I shot him a dirty look before I looked through the messages.

Quinn Fabray:
Where are you?

Quinn Fabray:
Are you sick today?

Quinn Fabray:
I've called you at home but no one's answering.

Quinn Fabray:
Rachel Berry, you answer me this instant!

Quinn Fabray:
If you don't reply in the next five minutes, I will call the police. I will do it.

Quinn Fabray:
I'm doing it. And I'll tell your mother.

Quinn Fabray:
Sorry about the last mean message, but I've called the police. You've never missed spanish with me before. :(

Quinn Fabray:
Please call me. I worry about you. xoxo

So. Yeah. And she had even used proper grammar and spelling.

I shot the officer a pleading look. "Do you mind giving me a ride to school? I, um, have some things to do."

He laughed out loud and patted me on my head, making me grimace at this supposed to be soothing gesture. "No problem, but only if you promise me to never skip school again."

"Alright," I mumbled, crossing my fingers behind my back.

"And only if I'm allowed to turn on the lights and handcuff you," the officer added and received a wide eyed stare from me. "You know, to scare the other kids, so they won't get the idea to skip school as well."

I turned to Puck and he simply shrugged. "I'm used to it."

"Hey, chief," Puck piped up as we neared the school and saw many curious students approaching the police car, which had its lights turned on, "it would be really cool if you could tell everybody that you caught us smashing a vending machine or something."

Jim Burton, as the officer had told us his name, just snorted and said, "Don't you think it would be much cooler if you two kept it mysterious, like a secret only between us three? That gives you more street credibility."

Puck and I slowly nodded with a drawn out "Ah".

"So, here's the deal," Burton said as he parked right in front of the school entrance, turning to us. "When I open the door, you both step out without any expression, alright? We can't let anybody know that this is just a set up."

We nodded.

"And you both walk into the school while I follow you. No cocky smirking."

Another nod.

"Okay. Now turn around and give me your hands, I'm gonna put the handcuffs on."

We did as we were told and I heard Puck mutter, "I prefer being handcuffed to a bed."

I laughed under my breath and nudged him with my shoulder as I felt cold metal being wrapped around my wrists. "Agreed."

"Teenagers these days..." we heard Burton mumble behind us and we broke out in laughter.

"Good. You ready?" the officer said and we nodded, still grinning. "I'mma carry your bags. You just focus on looking guilty or somethig."

"Er, chief," I questioningly remarked, "one more thing. I thought only dangerous criminals get handcuffed behind their backs? I'd like to be able to see my hands."

"Oh, no," Burton laughed, "if I did that, you'd be out of these handcuffs in no time."

Was I really that predictable?

"Now that you said it, I do feel like some super gangster," Puck muttered and grimaced as he tried to move his arms. I knew it had to be quite uncomfortable for him, with his arms being so muscular that it wasn't easy for him to bend his arms backwards.

"Let's go."

Turned out that emerging out of a car with your hands tied behind your back proved to be more difficult than I had imagined. But I managed to step out of the police car without tripping and straightened myself with grace. As graceful as I was allowed in this situation.

The second Puck and I stood with both feet on McKinley's school ground, we were surrounded by a swarm of curious students and they kept pointing to us without shame. I scowled at them, didn't they have classes to attend?

"It's lunch time," Puck muttered to me.

Damn.

"Alright, kids, please move aside," Burton loudly said with authority filling his deep voice, and he had just ruined my image of this donut-eating, kind and harmless police officer.

The crowd shuffled and cleared a path to the school building for us. After a curt nod from Burton, Puck and I started pacing towards the school entrance with dark looks covering our faces. If the agitated whispering and wide eyed looks were any indication, we did our job good.

That was, until we entered the school and I only managed to catch a glimpse of blurred blonde hair when I nearly got knocked off my feet, engulfed in a bone-crashing hug.

My sour facial expression fading, I looked completely surprised and a little bit terrified when I realized that I was trapped. In Quinn's arms.

"Rachel," she sighed, worry and relief in her voice and I couldn't help feeling nothing but ecstatic, to know that she cared so much. She slowly pulled away and I smiled at her like a fool, but my smile died on my lips when I saw her expression changing.

"Rachel Berry!" the blonde growled out after she had noticed that I was handcuffed behind my back.

I took one hesitant step back, only to knock into Burton who wouldn't move. "You've got to deal with the consequences, kid," I heard him mutter and I wanted to whip around, snatch his taser and aim it at my head to avoid a raging Quinn.

"Where have you been?" the blonde sweetly asked, but the forced smile on her angry face made me gulp in fear. I even felt Burton behind me taking a few steps back.

"I – erm, I have – I, you know, I've been just hanging around..." I awkwardly trailed off, staring at the ground.

"Oh, had a good time?"

The angry undertone in her shaking voice unnerved me and I desperately fidgeted with my handcuffs, wanting to get rid of them and pull my great escape. It was impossible to outrun Quinn with my hands tied behind my back; her toned and endlessly long legs didn't only look super sexy, but had a fucking good stamina. I would know, having the bad idea to play tag with her yesterday, only to get mercilessly tackled to the ground after few minutes of wildly running around.

"We had, until we got busted by some cop that you sent," Puck muttered, but not quiet enough for Quinn to miss it. Her face slowly turning to him, almost in slow motion, it reminded me of creepy scenes in cheap, unimaginative horror movies. She shot him a glowering look, stepped up to him and poked an accusing finger into his chest.

"You," she hissed darkly, making it sound like Puck was the sole reason of all mishaps ever occurred in the world, "you pulled Rachel into all of this, didn't you?"

The self-proclaimed king of all badasses in the world winced.

"I thought so," Quinn muttered and just when I believed myself to be out of her firing line, the blonde suddenly turned to me again. I could almost see flames of anger flickering in her hazel eyes, the heat in her glare made me feel all sorts of warm inside.

Help, I innerly whimpered and in this moment, I couldn't care less if I seemed like a wimp. This was Quinn Fabray we were talking about, and Quinn Raging Fabray was going to fucking set my useless ass on fire if I didn't do something drastic to distract her right now.

"Why didn't you tell me that you broke up with Finn?" I suddenly asked, the first question that came to my mind. And the distraction worked, Quinn's expression twisted and turned, I watched her going almost everything through; previous anger replaced by surprise, replaced by guilt, replaced by thousand of other emotions I wasn't able to read. And for the first time in my life, I wished to be smarter.

I wished to be more intelligent. Not the kind of intelligence you got from reading and learning much, but the ability to read emotions, to understand them. To have a clue about what was going on inside of Quinn's pretty head, to know what the look she gave me meant, to somehow understand why she gave me that look.

"Why do you care?" Quinn whispered, eye lids fluttering as she directly gazed into my eyes. And the needy feeling inside of me magnified, the need to know what the hopeful undertone in her delicate voice meant. "You've never liked him much."

I cleared my throat and closed my eyes, reminding myself that what I wanted to say was private and we were still in the school hallways, with Burton and Puck still around.

I gave Quinn a meaningful look, wordlessly telling her to wait a short moment and I turned around to Burton. I caught him quickly hiding away his knowing expression, replacing it by a sympathetic one.

"I've done my job," he said, getting my unspoken message to want to talk to Quinn in private. He pulled out a key and opened Puck's handcuffs and when I had expected him to open mine as well, he shook his head. He stepped forward and pushed the key into Quinn's slack hand instead, closing her fingers around it.

"I can't think of a better punishment," Burton chuckled in his baritone voice, winking at the blonde. "Make her think twice about ever skipping school again."

Quickly recovering from her surprise, the blonde gave him a lopsided smile, tightening her grip around the key. "Oh, I will."

Lifting his police hat to say goodbye, the officer walked off, chuckling. I gaped after him, my sore wrists screaming 'Betrayal!'.

A hand grabbed the collar of my leather jacket and turned me around, interrupting my attempt to set Burton's hat on fire by the mere power of murderous thoughts. I came face to face with Quinn and I sheepishly grinned at her.

"We need to talk," she sweetly whispered and I gulped.

Having no other choice with my hands tied behind my back and her firm grip on my jacket, I stumbled after her, wherever she was taking me to. I heard Puck behind us call out, "That's some kinky shit, handcuffed sex in classrooms!"

I wished.

No, I didn't even try to deny it now.

It's not hard to guess what happens next. Or is it?

I hear knives being sharpened and guns being loaded, so I'm outta here. Till next week ;P