(A/N): Ugh, short short short! Deal with it, I was almost to tired to update. I was right - I didn't remember writing last nights, and I probably won't remember this one either. Did anyone notice my epic fail in the last chapter? I felt like just leaving it because it was a respectable fail, and I had a lot on my mind. Love you all, thank you for reviewing - it makes my day and means the world to me! Read, review, ENJOY! =D
Disclaimer: You say yes, I say no! (that was to the tune of 'Hello Goodbye' FYI) so basically, i'm right! It's not mine. Glee belongs to some lucky jerks.
(Finn's POV)
Man, was it good to see a smiling face. Granted, it wasn't the one that I'd wanted to see, but I'd take it. Quinn did have a nice smile, and I was glad that I got to see it. She was sitting in Spanish across the room from me, just doodling idly on her paper. I'd caught her gaze when I'd looked up from trying to get Kurt to read my note. The last thing I'd seen was his smiling face, so I'd turned.
And it was another smile; Quinn's! Everyone was grinning all around today, how awesome is that? I wanted to be part of it, so I pulled my goofiest, lopsided grin. Quinn just giggled all girly and delicate and looked away, blushing. She was such a cute friend – kind of there just to make you smile whenever you were down (or not down, like this case).
I looked back to Kurt, trying to share that happy moment with him, only to see him staring off into a different direction, his face looking all twisted and concentrating. I followed his gaze to see him look at Puck… now that was trippy. Why would Kurt be looking at Puck? I knew that – apparently – Puck had been looking at Kurt, but since when was the opposite true too?
Oh damnit! Did Puck bully Kurt again? Because – swear to God – I would have totally kicked his ass. No one messes with Kurt, at least not without doing the same to me (though I'd probably prefer to just skip any beatings at all…). I was, like, fuming. I turned back to Quinn, and she looked kinda freaked out by my face.
The bell rang – dang, how did a class go by that fast? – and I stood up, about to go and kick the crap out of Puck. Quinn was suddenly right in front of me, and her hands were on my upper arms.
"Finn," she said in warning, seeing how angry I looked. I tried to get back, but she was pretty strong, you know, for a pregnant chick and all. She firmly led me through the halls, into the Glee room. I remembered that it was lunch right now. "Sit," she commanded, pointing a manicured (Kurt's work, probably) nail at one of the dozens of chairs.
"Ugh, I'm gonna kick Puck's ass," she looked really scared at that.
"And, uh… what do you mean? I mean, why?" she was talking fast…
"I'm pretty sure that he's been doing some things to Kurt…" she paled.
"Like… like what?"
"Like… like, bullying him and stuff. Like being a jerk. Like deserving a swift kick in the ass," Quinn kinda relaxed at my words, and I got curious. Since when was that good news? I didn't really think about it.
"It'll be okay. I know for a fact that Puck hasn't messed with Kurt recently," she said calmly, walking over to where I sat, rubbing my arm to make me chill.
Man, I sure was glad that I had a friend like her. And I was glad that she'd been okay with being just friends, not an item or whatever. I'm really glad she got that so easy.
(Quinn's POV)
"Really? I mean, you're sure?" He was obviously trying not to sound too anxious, but it wasn't working.
"Yes, Finn. He told me himself that he's going to try to be nicer," I gave him a sinisterly sweet smile.
"That's good. But… I don't know, I'm not sure if we can exactly trust Puck… you know?" yes, I knew. I knew exactly what I was risking by putting him in this mission. I knew that he might snap and tell someone, but I was sure that his faith in me would prevail, and he would stick with the trickery route.
"You don't have to trust him, just go by one of the greatest rules; innocent until proven guilty. You have no way of knowing that Puck did anything to Kurt, unless you have physical evidence, or one of them told you… wait, neither of them did tell you… did they?"
He shook his head. "Well then, just give it some time. Things will clear up. You'll make it," I patted his hand, just wanting more of the contact with him that I missed so dearly.
I was so shocked that he was so thick. I was so obviously flirting. I was really glad that he was such a gullible and open target.
(A/N): Stupid, fluff, I don't give a *beep* love you all, hope you liked it regardless of the crappiness. Even smaller chance of update tomorrow, but I'll give it a shot. Review please!