Puck VS Quinn

The laughter the Quad shared at the story Kurt had told them about his conversation with Brittany helped to increase their sprits. It also gave Puck ideas.

The key to taking out Quinn was her popularity. Sure it sounded easy but she had proved to be very immune to such things. Aside from being super hot she also seemed to be to hold the schools population in a death grip. She did this with a mix of fear and the idea that one day should accept them as human beings. Puck just liked the idea of scaring the she be Jesus out of people. Quinn wasn't easy to scare.

Finn covered for Puck as he ditched third period. With each day the Quads power seemed to grow. They weren't the most popular boys in a school, not yet anyway, and that was because of Quinn.

Still the teachers started to switch, one because Kurt and Finn had them wrapped around their little fingers, two because Puck's GPA started going up, because Kurt, in an impressive display of manipulation had convinced him that smart guys were really hot, At least to him. So he started doing his home work, and attending classes, third because the Quad would ignore the people who acted out in class making the teacher's job of controlling the students easier. This is of course except for poor Mr. Shue who had to deal with two rival groups in Glee Club.

Mike made a suggestion that Glee stay out of the fight. The rest of the Quad agreed. That was the first thing he was going to talk to Quinn about.

He had just shut the locker, which wasn't his, (Where the hell was it?) when the bell for third period to end sounded.

He watched the students cram in to the halls. Quinn and Brittany were easy to spot only because everyone was moving out of their way. They were talking and Brittany was no doubt telling her the story about Dragons.

"Dragons Slayers!" Quinn nearly yelled.

"Shh, but totally cool right?" Brittany said.

Quinn shot a death glare at Kurt who just gave a sheepish smile with a little shrug and held his books to his chest. Puck was gonna sex him up again! Wait, he needed Finn and Mike first. Bad Neanderthal thoughts, bad!

Puck leaned up against the lockers and waited for Quinn to stop talking to Brittany. When she turned around she glared at him. He took a drink from a red Slushy.

"When we are in Glee we should ignore our fight. Save it for out here. Glee is to important to all of us to destroy it. Would you agree with that?"

Quinn gave a short pause before she nodded, which was smart seeing that most of the glee, minus the three cheerios, were on the Quad side. Puck took a another sip of his slushy and frowned a bit.

"You know what's wrong with Cherry Slushy's?"

"What Puck?" Quinn said as she rolled her eyes.

"They look and smell so good, but once you've tasted it, it just wasn't a good as you were hoping." Puck said as he moved the straw up and down so she would get the point. "It's sad really. Cause ever ones favorite is Cherry, but there isn't any cherry in it. It's just a pretty package and coloring to make it look cherry."

Quinn's glare was about to shoot lasers, but Puck didn't care. Lasers were retarded.

"What's your point Puck?"

"I guess what I'm trying to say is, that would people like Cherry slushy's so much if they realized some one had just popped the cherry's right out?"

"Are you threaten me Puck?"

"Threaten? No, of course not. It's just a conversation that might hold a warning."

"Good, because since… there aren't any cherries in the slushy, one of the Quad would be very upset to hear that. We shouldn't try to hurt him."

"No, no we shouldn't, of course we wouldn't want the slushy's parents to find out either."

Quinn straightened her shoulders and looked down the hall to make sure no one was watching or paying attention to them. No one was. That and it also gave her a chance to break eye contact with Puck, which was a good sign to him, because it meant she was bowing to his badassness.

"Quinn," she looked back at him, tears threatening to fall from her eyes. He wasn't sure if it was an act or not, but it didn't matter, even though a small part of his heart felt a bit of sympathy for her. "Just let us have the school. Your popularity and reputation would stay the same, you just wouldn't have the power you have now. Our way is better and you know it. You wouldn't have to pretend to be so perfect all the time. You could actually let your hair down for once. You could be you."

There was a slight pause as the words sunk in, but then her glare returned. The tears were thicker now and Puck couldn't help but glare back at her.

"You can have the school over my dead body. How long do you think it would last anyways? You and your little Quad. Face it Puck. The people you are trying to make popular don't have it in them. They might be able to hold it for a little while but it is survival of the fittest around here and right now, that's me. You and your little boys, even if you do manage to take the school, don't have the power to hold it. You can't even win a foot ball game."

Puck stood up straighter forcing Quinn to raise her eyes to meet his. There was no look of fear in her eyes though. The lack of fear was unsettling to Puck. She thought she was going to win and the problem was that she could.

"You're probably right Quinn. We might fail, but when it's all said and done, it will be Brittany or Santana that holds your little thrown, because by the time we are done with you, you'll be a joke, a has been. The little cheerio that couldn't. But if we do win, if we manage to take the school we will be able to hold it until we are out of this god forsaken place. At that point it won't be our concern any more, but the Quad will be remembered for that, you won't, some other pretty little blond thing will take your place once you leave, but the Quad, the Quad would be able to do things at this school that you've never dreamed of. So if we're going to go to war like this, then you'd better be ready. Done."

Puck walked away from her with his head held high. He knew she was glaring a hole in the back of his Mohawk, but he didn't care. He had proven his point, he had warned her. If she didn't back down it was going to be on. The popularity war had just started and Puck was going to make damn sure that even if he didn't win, she wouldn't either.

If Quinn was pissed before, she was about ready to go all nuclear now. She huffed a bit as the late bell to her class rang. She opened her locker and at the sight of it she began to dig her finger nails in to her skin. Setting on top of her books was a cute little stuffed Dragon with a little crown on top of its head, and for Lego knights surrounding it. Three with their swords drawn, the other's sword was sticking in to a cherry. She screamed in anger.

Puck heard her scream, and smiled.