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"Hey everyone" Puck commented at the front of the class, eyes lingering on Quinn half a second longer than anyone else. He felt stupid for having shoved the gift into her locker during lunch, he wondered if she liked it, but noted that she wasn't wearing the necklace. It was probably tacky and cheap but he hoped in this case, it was the thought that counted.
"So we all know I'm a bit of a heartbreaker" he began, strumming the chords on the guitar.
"So sorry, If I ever hurt you" he commented vaguely to the class.
"Quinn, Rachel, Mercedes, Finn by association" he paused "Santana"
Britney raised her hand.
"What about me?" she asked and he nodded.
"Ya, sure" he commented and she nodded her head with accomplishment for being included. Artie gave her a weird look but thought nothing of it.
"Well, this is for all of you, I don't have a valentine" he smiled to the group and began singing, moving around the classroom and singing some lines to each girl specifically, trying to stay away from Quinn.
Shu watched apprehensibly with the new found news of Puck's affair last week. He wondered if it was still continuing, but noted that it was a good thing that Puck's song wasn't dedicated to Quinn, like so many times before.
I once knew a girl
In the years of my youth
With eyes like the summer
All beauty and truth
In the morning I fled
Left a note and it read
Someday you will be loved.
He looked at Finn for he next verse and then to Rachel with an apologetic look in his eye, they couldn't help but love his apology and the words he was saying.
I cannot pretend that I felt any regret
Cause each broken heart will eventually mend
As the blood runs red down the needle and thread
Someday you will be loved
Then he let himself look at Quinn for the next verse, hoping the rest of the glee club and Sam didn't notice, but he thought it was fine and justified, as he had hurt her the most.
You'll be loved you'll be loved
Like you never have known
The memories of me
Will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs
Like I never occurred
Someday you will be loved
He directed the rest of the song to the others, glancing around as he walked around with the guitar and sang the sad lyrics.
You may feel alone when you're falling asleep
And everytime tears roll down your cheeks
But I know your heart belongs to someone you've yet to meet
Someday you will be loved
You'll be loved you'll be loved
Like you never have known
The memories of me
Will seem more like bad dreams
Just a series of blurs
Like I never occurred
Someday you will be loved
You'll be loved you'll be loved
Quinn couldn't get it out of her head the whole evening. As she sat with Sam for their Valentines dinner and she imagined Puck at home with snack foods and video games. She pictured the charm necklace crammed into her bag and wished she could be wearing it, wished Puck was here so she could be sneaky and risk everything just to hold his body against hers. He was much better without the added fog of wine coolers. Though the secret and forbidden feelings could be adding to the passion. At least it was now, when she was confident, when she knew who she was, and feeling fat was the last thing from her mind, the least of her concerns.
"Be right back" Sam purred, getting off her bed and giving her a quick kiss on the cheek.
"Mind getting me a drink?" she asked and he nodded, almost closing the door behind him. She popped up from her bed and got the necklace out of it's hiding pocket in her backpack, arranging it on the white dresser with mirror. She smiled at it before returning to the bed.
Quinn sat on her bed, wrapped in Sam's embrace as he kissed her.
"I should go" he muttered and she nodded. He jumped to his feet and flashed her a grin. he picked up her comb on her dressing table and smiled back to her, looking at himself in the mirror and combing a few strands, playing around.
"Hey, where's this from?" he asked, placing down the comb and picking up the cupcake charmed necklace she had received that lunch.
"My mom gave it to me" Quinn fibbed quickly. "Know some kids are Pumpkin or Honey, I'm cupcake" she lied and he brought the chain towards her.
"It's pretty, you should put it on" he offered, thinking that's what she wanted. He couldn't tell why she was pulling away after all, even tonight on Valentines Day. Even as they had devoured their meal at the restaurant, held hands and walked along the pier. Everything seemed forced lately, they seemed out of sync.
He brushed the gold locks of hair away from her neck, brushing them forward and blowing on her neck to get rid of the loose strands that clung on. He fastened the necklace onto her and kissed her.
"See you tomorrow" he promised. A small uneasy smile grew on her lips as she fidgeted with the necklace dreamily.
She stood up and walked him out of her room, down the steps and out the front door, where he pulled her in for another kiss. He waved goodbye as she walked to her car and she sighed, heavy with the act of lying, of pretending. There was one thing she wasn't faking and that was the emotion, the terrifying desire and necessity of seeing Puck.
She texted him with rapid fire. Not expecting him to reply seconds later.
To Puck
You free? We should talk
14/2/2011. 9:43pm
To Quinn F.
Pick you up in ten. I'll park at the bus stop.
14/2/2011 9:44 pm
She leapt up from her bed, grabbing another shirt from her closet, exchanging them quickly before spraying on perfume and snatching a red scarf from her closet. She bounded down the stairs, fastening her hair into a tight pony tail as she did.
"Going out" she called from the hall, fitting her second arm into the sleeve of her jacket.
"Quinn, come in here a moment" came her mother's reply from the living room.
She reluctantly came into the living room, as she wrapped the scarf around her neck.
"Where are you going?" her mom asked
"Sam's" Quinn fibbed quickly.
"He just left" her mother countered.
"Then he texted me from his car, I'm already making him wait." she pulled away from the door frame.
"Quinn, I don't want you to go out, It's a school night"
"Oh spare me" Quinn snapped. "You want to be all motherly now?" She asked "You weren't there for me last year. Nothing's going to happen, I'll be back before midnight. I have my cellphone and keys" she left the living room without another word.
She walked down the drive way, double checking that her mother wasn't watching her from the window. She turned on the street and started heading to the nearest bus stop where his parked car was already waiting.
She got into the car and greeted him with a silent smile.
"You want to talk here?" he asked.
"No, just drive somewhere" she requested. She looked out the window and they passed the car ride in silence.
She stepped out at the familiar location in disbelief.
"You took me to school?" she asked, there was no masking her disgust.
"No one's here" he responded harshly to her attitude.
"Right" she commented and followed him. He led her towards the field and before reaching the fence that guarded it, though they could have climbed it if they wanted, he pulled out a key. Seconds later, the gate swung open.
They walked into the empty deserted, dark field lit only by the moon and stars.
"Why do you have a key?" she asked
"When I was doing community service, I was missing practices. So Coach Beast gave me a key to do come in, do laps and toss the ball around. I made a copy before I gave it back" he smirked.
"It's so dark" she commented off handly.
"That's the point" he cooed, taking her hand in his. She pulled it away.
"We need to talk. I got your gift"
"What gift?" he diverted, looking towards the goal posts and miming a football throw.
"The valentine and the necklace" she responded.
"Oh damn" he feigned regret. "That was meant for Finn" he laughed off, still looking away from her. She walked in front of him, forcing his gaze to be on her.
"Seriously?" she asked.
"What, it's not in my rights as Mistress? Mostress?" he paused "thing on the side?"
"You're not anything on the side. I made that clear"
"Is that why you're wearing it?" he murmured seductively.
"Don't change the topic, you shouldn't be giving me gifts when we're just physical. That's it"
"But you liked it, so you put it on" he assessed.
"If you must know" she breathed "Sam saw it on my dresser. He insisted I wear it. Good thing I lied and told him it's from my mom" she paused "she might have to start calling me cupcake now" she sighed.
"Whatever, it's not like I spent time looking for it or anything" he commented, looking up towards the moon.
She sensed the sensitivity in his voice and was glad that the mask of darkness covered her smile. She took his hand in hers.
"It's beautiful. And now I can wear it all the time, it makes me feel dangerous" she professed.
"You're dangerously hot" he commented "and I don't usually buy gifts or give out valentines, ever, I'm a stud" he tried to mask his emotion and she just laughed lightly.
"I should make it worth your while then" she bit her lip and gazed up at him. She couldn't see him smirk in the darkness.
He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Her heart picked up speed and she was sure he could hear each beat.
Suddenly, he was tickling her and she shrieked, falling to the ground to get away from his evil hands. He fell down with her, landing half on top of her. They locked eyes. She imagined the awkwardness of the moment but he grabbed her around the waist and flipped over, pulling her onto him. Pulling the tension between them into passion. He brushed his lips against hers, pulling her against him, not even noticing the wet grass on his back, but just focusing on her lips, the energy they were feeding each other as his hands tried to pull her closer against him, through the mesh of clothes between them.
She rolled off him seconds later and held his hand in hers, staring up at the giant moon that seemed to be watching their forbidden liaison.
"So you're just with me cuz Sam is boring right?" Puck asked, absently, still in disbelief that he was with her on Valentines day of all days.
"Right, just a little spice" Quinn agreed.
Coach Beast was in her office. She swore she heard some one shriek out on the field, but she let the concern wash over her. She was looking through old football plays, on her way to pick up a few things she had left at work, on her way back from the video store. She got distracted by the play book and set it down, surely she was going insane. No one would be stupid enough to break into school on valentines day. She lost track of time and finally drew away from the playbook, wanted to get to her rented video and a relaxing evening. She grabbed her coat and grabbed the handle, ready to leave her office.
Then she heard singing. She grabbed her megaphone and whistle and headed outside with a flashlight.
Without saying anything else Puck jumped up to his feet, Quinn followed suit, watching him with curiosity as he approached the bleachers.
"If you start singing Grease I'll smack you" he told him and he laughed out loud, casting back a mischievous grin. He raced up the steps and stood on the 5th row of bleachers. He began belting in a gorgeous a capella, Quinn didn't want to think how the song made her feel with his voice that went down like honey, she just wanted to ignore how much fun she was having and how wild the night was turning.
He started dancing as he sang and she began laughing hysterically, unable to control herself.
You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes of off you
You'd be like heaven to touch
I want to hold you so mu-
A whistle blew from the end of the field and suddenly they heard Beasts' voice over a megaphone.
"GET OFF THE FEILD BEFORE I CALL YOUR PARENTS" she warned.
"Shit!" puck yelled, vaulting down the steps and landing somewhat shakily on the ground, toppling over and racing towards Quinn as a spot flash light cast his shadow on the ground. He grabbed Quinn's hand in his and made a break for the gate they had used.
"Shh!" she shushed, unable to stop her laughter.
"You're the one laughing! Run!" he was yelling and trying to hold in his laughter.
A thousand emotions surged through Quinn and she was happy, terrified and most of all, far from bored.
They reached the parking lot and Puck bent over, resting his hands on his knees before he burst into laughter. Quinn followed suit, she couldn't stop each laugh from escaping and as they floated into the air, she realized how ridiculous it all was, how stupid they sounded and that made them laugh even harder. They tried to regain calm but it slipped away from them, as laughter surged through them again.
"We should get out of here" she breathed in between tears from laughing.
The car revved and took off from school, they were still shaking from laughter when they arrived near her house.
'Thanks, I should actually go in soon' she thought to say, noting the regret she felt. The yellow digits in front of her on the car radio read 11:37. She pushed the thought down and laughed at the situation once more.
"That was really fun" she let the moment of honesty escape her and he smiled.
"That's what you get with me" he responded. She looked down away from him and thoughtfully played with her new necklace. She glanced up to meet his gaze.
"What was she even doing there on Valentines day?" Quinn mused out loud.
It began another cycle of laughter, and then giggling at the ridiculousness of the situation and at each other's laughter. Exchanging horrible and pathetic scenarios of why Coach Beast was there, laughing at her and each other.
They settled down moments later, but the adrenaline was still racing through their veins, on the edge or screaming or running, traces of laughter still in the air.
"Wow" Quinn breathed out, at the whole evening, the impossibility of racing away from Coach Beast under the night air.
It was energizing them, driving them wild. He reached over and brushed a few loose strands of her golden hair from her pony tail, behind her ear, catching her gaze. Her lips parted, as if to say something, but she changed her mind.
Later she would blame the adrenaline, the hot night air and vigor that the crazy evening had on them.
She stripped off her jacket, sweater and scarf before pulling him into a hot, yet awkward kiss.
"Ow" he moaned softly, leaning over onto the passenger seat uncomfortably, the gear shifter jamming into his side.
"Fine" she said, almost as if she was annoyed, but she surprised both of them by climbing on top of him.
"What are you-" She silenced him by reaching forward to putting the driver's seat in its downward position.
He grabbed strands of her hair, pulling it out of it's confined position and watched the golden strands as they fell down towards him, tossing the hair band towards the back seat. He interlaced his fingers with her hair, cupping her face in his other hand and pulled her against him into heated kisses. She sat on him, leaning forward to press her lips against his, feeling the hot skin of his hands as he pulled up her shirt. She pulled away from his lips, panting heavily, she bit her lip, balancing on him and looked down on him with a tantalizing smile. She opened her mouth to say something but he would have nothing of it, he pulled her back towards his lips by her waist, his fingers gliding up her back, caressing the soft skin, gradually pulling her shirt up as their lips met. She could feel the hunger inside of her, the heat she felt with him, that was like nothing else, driving her wild. Something Sam had barely been able to create, something she had never let Finn do. She told herself it was the cheating that was making it irresistible, but her subconscious knew better. She was barely able to think or analyze her emotions at all as his lips brushed against her body, his hands cascading up her sides underneath the fabric of the shirt. To stop him was the farthest thing from her mind.
They lost track of time, holding onto each other and the heat of the moments slipping away from them, pulling away occasionally to change positions or catch some air. She murmured something against his lips, but he paid no attention, his hands gliding down to sit on the back of her thighs.
Puck didn't want anything to happen, he didn't want to return to barely speaking, not having the permission to touch her and hold her, even if it was in a secret way now.
"Wait, Quinn" he breathed, noticing how heavy his voice was, how much his body wanted her. Her fingers tickled his waist, sliding under the fabric of his sweater and shirt.
"What?" she whispered, opting to kiss his neck, so he could speak.
He would speak but he could hardly think.
"Stop" he heard himself mutter, but hated himself for it. He didn't want to end it, he didn't want to stop. He knew she deserved more than this, that he wanted to give her what she deserved, but inside he doubted that she would give him another chance.
"You don't want to" he reminded, not able to say that he didn't. He couldn't imagine lying right now, thinking and speaking were hard enough tasks.
"You're right" she muttered, pulling away from him slightly, sitting up and looking out the window, brushing her matted hair out of her face.
It seemed to snap her out of it, the enthusiasm subduing. Her fingers retreated from under his shirt and he cursed himself. He wanted to retract the words, have never said them.
"What the hell do I know?" he asked stupidly, doing a sit up to take her back into his arms and guide her towards his lips again. He tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling her against him in the heat of the moment.
"No, stop" she pulled away. "A car isn't me" she responded, but he could see she was struggling with stopping too. He hoped he was wrong, he was in conflict. It would take a single word from her to doubt himself, throw everything he had just said away and pull her back against his body.
She climbed off of him and returned to the passenger seat.
"God, I'm having flashbacks" she muttered and he knew he had done the right thing. She seemed to be reeling from the thoughts of what they could have done, losing control. She pulled her sweater on and he forced himself not to watch, as to not go back on the things he said.
She wrapped her scarf around her and glanced at the clock. Ten past midnight.
"Damn it" she gasped. "Bye" she acknowledged, sprinting out of the car, not trusting herself to give him a quick kiss and really stopping it before it turned to something else.
"Bye" he said, his head in a cloud after she had vanished. Her perfume and the memory of their moments lingering in the car. He waited a few moments before driving home, knowing he wouldn't be able to sleep for thoughts of Quinn Fabray.