"Puck, what the fuck?"

Puck snorted and looked up from where he was sitting. His head leaned against the door to the loft, and he had draped his coat over himself like a blanket. He squinted and looked at Quinn and Artie with disdain.

"What the fuck yourself, bro," he muttered to Artie as he climbed to his feet. "Blaine said you two would be at the place to let me in. I've been sitting here for like..." He paused. "What time is it?"

Quinn checked her phone. "Quarter to ten."

"I've been here like three hours man! I fell asleep because you didn't respond to any of my texts!" He flailed his arms in frustration. "What were you even doing?"

Artie and Quinn exchanged a sly glance and grinned. Puck immediately scowled. "Oh no, don't tell me you were bumping uglies. I thought we had seen the last of Quartie."
Quinn chuckled. "Puck, calm down. We didn't do anything. We were just at a party."

"Yeah man!" Artie added. "Tina joined the pantheon, yo!"

Puck's eyes went wide. "No shit, really? Fuckin' A, man! Who is she? Is she one of the hot gods?"

"Which ones are the hot gods?"

Quinn pulled out Rachel's spare key and slid the door open. "She's a sun god. Zorja...something. Slavic." She stepped inside and tossed her coat onto the sofa. "We googled it in the cab ride back."

Puck followed them inside. "Well what's she like now? What are her superpowers? And, again, is she hot now?"

"Stop asking me that one!" Quinn said sternly. "And we never got a chance to talk to her. After things died down with at the mall she was nowhere to be seen. Her twitter says she's still going to the concert, but other than that I don't know a damn thing."

Puck was bouncing on his heels now. "Well, we should get going so we're not late then!"

"Why?" Artie asked. "We've got, like, two hours until everything starts. Plenty of time."

Puck crossed his arms. "Right. It's just the biggest concert of the year in the middle of Central Park. I'm sure there won't be huge lineups and a giant crowd waiting to get in."

Quinn frowned. "He's got a point. Okay, I'm gonna get ready then."

She stepped into the bathroom just as the loft door opened again and Rachel burst in. "Is it true? Is Tina a goddess too?"

Artie nodded. "Yup. Me and Quinn saw it ourselves."

Rachel ran a nervous hand through her hair. "It just doesn't stop, does it?" She went to the fridge and pulled out a beer. "Two years. We only have two years." She cracked it open and downed half the bottle in one go.

"Honey, I thought you were over that?" Quinn called from her position in front of the mirror.

The other girl took a deep breath. "I am. It's just - it's hard. How many friends am I going to have left after this?" She took another sip. "No. Okay, I'm good. I am happy for Tina and her newfound popularity. Gods know she deserves it. I'll...I'll deal with the rest of it later." She smoothed out her clothes. "I should change." She dashed over to her room, then poked her head back out a moment later. "Puck, when did you get here?"

"Ask the homeless guy I had to frighten off so I could sleep in the hallway?"

"What? Nevermind."

She disappeared behind the curtain just as Blaine and Sam entered the room. Blaine was busy looking at his phone. "Brittany says she's gonna meet us there, I haven't been able to get a hold of Mike, and Tina...well, y'know."

"Bro!" Puck cried out when he saw Sam. The two hugged each other. "How's it been, man?"
"It's been cool, dude," Sam replied. "You know, just chillin' with the gods and all that. I've made out with two now."

"Are you keeping score, Sam?" Quinn called.

"Hey, I just think it's interesting trivia."

Blaine rolled his eyes. "Quinn, please don't go godly or we're never gonna hear the end of this."

Quinn stepped out of the bathroom. "I'll try my best."

Blaine nodded. "Great. What time is it?"

"Time to go!" Puck whined as he slumped against the breakfast counter.

Blaine checked his watch. "Nah, it's only ten. I came back here to change anyway."

Artie shrugged. "Well, I could probably get a little dressed up myself."

The two went to their own rooms while Puck groaned from the kitchen area. "I don't wanna be stuck in a cab for an hour and a half!" He shook his head. "Screw it, I'm heading out. See y'all there!" With that he stormed out of the loft and ran down the stairs two at a time. He practically threw himself out of the building and into a cab. It wasn't until he slammed the door closed that he realized it was occupied.

"Excuse me," the older woman said softly. Puck grimaced internally when he saw her, all wrinkled and looking like dust. She looked pretty pissed at him, to the point where he thought her eyes were glowing behind her veil.

"Oh, sorry lady. I'll get the next one."

"Wait," she demanded, and he did. "You're going to the concert, aren't you?"

Puck nodded. "Uh...yeah. Didn't want to be late and get stuck in the back of the crowd."

The lady nodded. "Smart choice." She faced forward. "Driver, take me and this young man to Central Park."

Author's Note: A smaller chapter after the big one yesterday, and another two big ones coming up. This is mainly just a filler piece because I didn't want to fly directly into the concert proper from where I was. Speaking of, the concert is coming up next, along with the end of Act 1! Yay!

Thanks everybody for favs and follows here, and thanks to J for giving me my first review on this fic! It means a lot, even if it doesn't seem like much. It's proof that I can actually tell a story that people like.

Anyway, it might be a while before the next update - but considering I don't really have a set schedule I I'm sure you readers can handle that. Again, the next two chapters are gonna be big, plus I want to work on a short fic for a different fandom before I lose my own hype. See you then!