At first she couldn't decipher what she was hearing. She thought it was just a few guys talking so she waited for them to leave. They never did. After a few short minutes, she heard a familiar giggle. Her heart dropped. She flung open the door, not caring who could see her anymore. She walked right in and pushed on a stall that was closed. It didn't budge.

"Occupied my man" Puck grunted out.

She pushed on it again.

"We're kinda busy here" the familiar voice spoke again. Quinn knocked so loud the next time they finally opened the door.

"Jesus, what's you-" Puck began to spew out when he realized who was standing in front of him. "Quinn." He reached out to grab her arm but she swatted him away.

There Quinn was standing in front of a shirtless Puck and half naked Santana.

"You make me sick and I hate you" she yelled at them before she turned around, trying to hold back the tears as she was leaving.

"Quinn, don't I'm sorry" he grabbed her and spun her around trying to hug her.

"YOU'RE SORRY!" she yelled, pushing him away from her. "Don't touch me. How could you do this to me? How long has this been going on?"

"Quinn it's nothing, I mean not long-" he started before Santana cut him off "You knew it was going on you were just too stupid to believe it. You'd think he'd be with you this long without having any type of sex?" she almost laughed it all out.

Quinn almost lunged at her but she knew it was both their faults. "Stay out of this Santana" she said as she glared at her. She turned to Puck, no longer being able to hold the tears back, "How long Puck" she barely got it out.

"It's only happened a few times. At Prom, once when you were on vacation, at Mike's lake house party, and now" he said as he looked down. It was obvious he was disgusted with himself, but not as disgusted as she was

"Not to mention all the sexting we've been doing the entire time you've been dating" Santana added.

Quinn couldn't take it any longer. "You two deserve each other" Puck reached out for her and she swatted him away again. "Don't ever speak to me again, don't even look at me. Pretend you don't know me because you two are dead to me." Quinn walked out into the now crowd of people that were now gathered. Mercedes and Kurt quickly ran to her sides, leading her away from everything she had witnessed.

She finished her classes that day, skipped glee and cheerios and went home. Puck called and called and called. She finished the week ignoring Puck as he tried to talk to her, ignoring the stares and whispers as she walked down the hall. Luckily, Mercedes and Kurt walked her to every class so Puck couldn't bombard her. At Glee, if she went, she sat on the opposite side of the room, looking down the whole time not listening to anyone singing and left quickly with Kurt and Mercedes. That weekend Puck called some more, stopped by a few times, but Quinn refused any contact whatsoever. Monday and Tuesday passed with the same looks, and Puck continued to pester her. In third period on Wednesday, Quinn got a pass from Mr. Schuester for a meeting.

"Hi, Quinn. You've been distant in Glee and I know about what has been happening, are you ok."

"I'm fine Mr. Schue. Really." Lies. She was heartbroken and felt so stupid that she believed Puck over and over again.

"Well, if you need to talk myself and Ms. Pillsbury have office hours. But Quinn, you have to do your assignment soon so I can give you credit."

"Thank you. I know, I'll be ready Monday I swear."

Thursday and Friday passed like the others. She spent as much time with Kurt and Mercedes as she could so she wouldn't have to be at home alone, in case Puck came over again to apologize.

"Thanks guys, I appreciate you always being here for me" Quinn told them.

"Babygirl no problem we are here for you no matter what" Mercedes said.

"You don't need that jerk Quinn. We love you and want you to be happy" Kurt added.

"Uh!" Quinn screamed as her phone vibrated again, for what seemed like the thousandth time. "I swear he needs to take a hint."

"What is he even saying?" Kurt asked.

"I stopped caring, but the first hundred were I'm sorry/please talk to me/let me explain/I love you blah blah blah" Quinn explained.

"So tell him to stop, tell him you're sick of it. Of him," Mercedes said.

"I am not talking to him, he's dead to me." Quinn answered; he obviously wasn't.

"So sing it to him. You have your assignment. It is how you feel" Kurt replied to her.

"You know what maybe you are right. If he can't take the hint that I can not stand him maybe if I sing it in front of everyone he will know" Quinn said with a matter of fact attitude.

School went by on Monday like any other day. For the most part, everything was normal again. Quinn got good grades, had cheerios, and went about her day while still ignoring all Puck's annoyances. At Glee she arrived a bit later than everyone with her music.

"I'm ready" Quinn said to Mr. Schuester, "Mercedes and Tina I'd like for you guys to help me out." They both got up and sat behind Quinn who was sitting front and center. "I'm doing a mash-up of two songs I feel fit my life," is all Quinn said. The music began and so did Quinn shortly after.

She stared straight ahead at first

All this time I was wasting
Hoping you would come around
I've been giving out chances every time
And all you do is let me down

And it's taking me this long
Baby but I figured you out
And you're thinking we'll be fine again
But not this time around

She stood up and glared directly at Puck as Mercedes and Tina sang along with her.

You don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
Don't wanna hurt anymore

And you can say that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did before
You're not sorry, no, no, no, no

She walked back to her seat but continued glaring at Puck as she continued

And

You should've said no, you should've gone home
You should've thought twice 'fore you let it all go
You shouldn've known that word
'Bout what you did with her'd get back to me

And I should've been there in the back of your mind
I shouldn't be asking myself why
You shouldn't be begging for forgiveness at my feet
You should've said no, baby and you might still have me

Looking so innocent
I might believe you if I didn't know
Could've loved you all my life
If you hadn't left me waiting in the cold

And you got your share of secrets
And I'm tired of being last to know
And now you're asking me to listen
Cause it's worked each time before

She stood up again pointing a finger this time as she sang

But you don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
Don't wanna hurt anymore

And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did before
You're not sorry, no, no, oh
You're not sorry, no, no, oh

A tear began to form in her eye. Puck was disgusted with himself and he knew he was getting what he deserved so he sat and stared back at Quinn in between staring at the floor and the clock.

You had me falling for you honey
And it never would've gone away, no
You used to shine so bright
But I watched all of it fade

So you don't have to call anymore
I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
There's nothing left to beg for

And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did before
You're not sorry, no, no, oh
You're not sorry

I can't resist before you go tell me this
Was it worth it? Was she worth this?
No, no, no, no, no, no

The club clapped and Mercedes embraced Quinn as they walked back to their seats. The rest of the club kind of stared but Quinn was proud of herself. When she glanced over at Puck at various times he was either staring at her or at the floor looking as if he was about to cry. He got up and left the room for a bit and then came back still looking sad but now also feeling hurt.

"You think he got my message" Quinn asked Mercedes, as they left the room at the end of practice.

"I hope so. I mean he was definitely listening because he stared the whole time. So maybe your phone won't vibrate every two seconds now."

When Quinn got home that night she was drained. She showered, did her homework and watch TV. Before she went to bed she heard her phone vibrate. It hadn't done much of it today, so she opened to see an unread text:

'You're wrong' – Puck

A few minutes later it went off again.

'I am sorry'- it was Puck again. She chucked the phone back down and went to sleep.

author's note:

Mash up was – "You're not Sorry" and "Should've Said No" by Taylor Swift….. I'm not sure If I should continue a bit in high school or if I should just do a brief set up and jump a few years like college or a bit after…. What o you guys think? Any and all feedback helps. If you haev any ideas you'd like incorporated review and tell me =) thankss