Summary: "Deleted" or "missing" Quick scenes from every episode of Glee starting from Episode 1.01 – "Pilot" and continuing onward. Sometimes there will be a few "scenes" and other times, there will be one per chapter/"episode."
Rating: M for a few adult situations, and likely some potty mouth from Puck.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters. I am merely borrowing them for my stories. That is all.

Episode 1.02 – "Showmance"
The day after…

Puck knew that he had messed up. He knew that he had taken their argument too far, and that that had screwed up their entire situation.

She said some things she shouldn't have as well, but he was willing to take the blame.

As long as things could go back to the way they were the night before. That's all that he wanted.

He hadn't been able to sleep the night before because of it. She'd given him an important thing, and he'd asked too many questions and freaked her out.

He was going to apologize… and Puck was not the type of guy who apologized.

He'd gotten up early that morning (or…never went to sleep), dressed nicely, and was determined to catch her at her locker before she went to first period.

But when he'd opened the double doors to McKinley High School and strode toward her locker, what he saw made him change his path completely.

There was Quinn, not by her locker, but by Finn's. She was saying something about being his "big gay beard" because he was in the stupid glee club, and how they were a "shoe-in" for homecoming king and queen.

He could see that Rachel girl eavesdropping on the entire thing.

Fuck, he thought. She was already trying to fix her relationship and raise popularity points with Finn. How could she go from losing her virginity the night before with him to trying to fix her shitty relationship with his best friend the next day?

Pissed off beyond belief, Puck quickly marched the other direction to the cafeteria. Change of plans. He was going to slushy-facial the shit out of an innocent freak this morning.

He returned no more than a minute later (after stealing himself a slushy) with a few of the football players at his side. They always followed when they saw a slushy in his hand.

Quinn was still standing there, but Finn was gone. She was arguing with Rachel about how Finn was hers. Puck rolled his eyes in annoyance – what a crock of shit.

Then he heard Rachel retaliate with some shit about the glee club that he didn't really hear because he could care less about the words coming out of her mouth. He just saw Quinn's facial morph into one of annoying.

That's when he knew what he had to do to impress her. Even a little bit. Even for a second.

Before he could even think twice about it; before he could even take into account the fact that his mother would probably kill him for doing what he was about to the nice Jewish girl from temple, Puck walked forward with his teammates by his side. As soon as Rachel Berry turned to walk in his direction, he let his hand fly out, and then the slushy from the cup in his hand flew forward and splattered across her face.

Puck high fived his hands, and then shared a momentary look with Quinn. He smiled when he saw her smiling – and laughing. He nodded in her direction, hopefully conveying that that was done for her, and then he continued down the hallway.

Maybe that was it. Maybe that was all it took for her to come to him later in the day, knowing that he wasn't upset with her and that he was sorry for making her angry in return. Maybe that was all it would take to break the ice and for them to go back to the way they were. Maybe they could even go take this thing further now.

He walked to class with a smile on his face. It was only a matter of time.

XOXOXOXO

Quinn walked out of the celibacy club meeting with a frown on her face. She was completely embarrassed by what happened with Finn and the balloon.

Silently, she admitted to herself that she was more embarrassed by the fact that she was at the celibacy club meeting when she'd just had mind-blowing sex the night before.

She was also extremely jealous of the fact that Puck was hanging all over Santana (not that she'd ever say that aloud). He was just with her last night! Why did he need to move on to Santana so fast? And right in front of her!

Sure, she'd gone back to Finn the next day, but that was only because she was confused and upset about their argument the night before. Deep down she knew that what she was doing was wrong as well. She just didn't want to admit it. Before she could really think about it any further, she heard fast footsteps coming up from behind her. Without turning around, Quinn knew exactly who it was.

"Yo! Q," Puck called out as he came to a stop beside her. He grabbed her arm to keep her from walking away. "What are you doin' after this? Wanna hang out?"

Quinn spun around to face him. "I'm going home, Puck. To bed." She looked around to make sure that no one was standing in the hallway. "And no. I don't want to 'hang out.' I think we've done enough of that already." Before he could answer, she turned her back and began walking away.

Puck quickened his footsteps to catch up with her. "C'mon, Q. We fight all the time." He shrugged his shoulders. "We've always been fine the next day. What's different this time?" In his head, Puck knew that that had been the wrong thing to ask. Of course it was different this time.

Quinn rolled her eyes and stopped again to face him. "What's different," she punctuated with a small shove at his chest. "Is that we took things way too far last night, and then…when I was confused about things, you couldn't even take a second to understand that." She shoved him again for good measure. "So it's done. I don't want to do this anymore."

"I didn't understand you," Puck asked with a scoff. He shook his head. "What about you? How do you not understand that I just wanted to be with you? I thought that after what happened, you'd be able to see that." Puck shrugged his shoulders, and began walking away from her. He wasn't going to stand there and let her accuse him of shit. Not now. Not after everything. He didn't do anything wrong. "You're right, Q," he called over his shoulder. "It's done." Then he was gone.

After he'd walked away, Quinn's shoulders slumped, her breath quickened and she tried not to let the tears in her eyes fall. She couldn't let some guy control her feelings like this – especially not when said guy wasn't even her boyfriend. She forced herself to straighten and walk tall out to her car. She was going to forget about all of it. None of it mattered. She could just pretend that nothing had ever happened.

Right?

XOXOXOXOXO

Puck forced himself to act normal the next day at school. There was no way that some girl was going to screw with his head like that. He's Puckzilla. He didn't have feelings. He just screwed 'em and left 'em. That was how things had always gone.

His plan worked easily until he walked up on Quinn and Finn being all lovey-dovey against her locker that afternoon. He had to force himself not to react with a fist to his best friend's face.

Fuck, he thought, turning his back and walking the other direction. He was going to find the first willing Freshman Cheerio and fuck her through a wall.