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"Quinn?" her mother called as the door shut behind her. She rested her head against the door, closing her eyes and trying to hold onto the fleeting feelings of the moments that had just passed into memories. She regained her composure, attempting to put her hair into something resembling a pony tail, but gave up when she remembered she didn't have the hair band anymore. She slipped her coat off before heading into the living room.

"Sorry I'm late" she tried to say casually, it sounded forced and foreign in the air, perhaps because she hadn't been speaking for some time now.

"Quinn I want to talk to you" her mother began in a pleasant tone, though one Quinn knew from experience wasn't good.

"I know you weren't with Sam" she began, motioning for Quinn to sit. She remained at the door, reluctant to move.

"Quinn, what are you doing?" she asked. It was honest and barring and she just seemed concerned. Quinn didn't want to analyze it. She didn't want anyone to know, not even her mother. As if their hour long argument on the matter had never happened.

"Nothing" she responded. "Did Sam call?" she asked, avoiding the question.

"Quinn you need to stop this."

"Sam's a big boy, he can handle it" Quinn shot back, though she hardly believed it. She hated her mother in that moment for tarnishing the things she had just done. For mentioning Sam. Guilt rumbled inside of her, flaming through her. She wanted to throw up or cry she was so shaken with emotion.

"Quinn, I don't want you to get hurt"

"Please" she scoffed, trying to push the bad feelings away from her and recall the passion, the heat. The fact that she would have continued had he not said anything hit her like a ton of bricks. She lost her breath.

"Quinn, you have a pattern. You might end up hurting Noah"

"I was with Sam, I barely talk to Puck anymore" Quinn lied. "Is there anything else?" she asked and her mother shook her head.

"Sam called" she told her disappointedly, just as Quinn reached the door.

Quinn avoided Puck the day after. She couldn't bear to look at him without feeling the need to pounce him or have guilt crash over her, breaking all concentration.

"I just don't get it" Sam was saying to Quinn when Puck walked past their table.

"Your mom said you were out, she thought you were with me" Sam was complaining. Puck pretended to look at the vending machines nearby to continue eavesdropping, stopping.

"We got into a fight last night, she's trying to be all overprotective now" Quinn fibbed, playing with her cupcake necklace. "I told her I went to your place"

"Where were you?" he asked.

"I went for a walk, it's what I do when I'm mad" she looked down at her salad, sensing Puck's presence near by. "What's with the third degree Sam? You're supposed to help me through this, not get mad at me for it" she shook her head, standing. She grabbed her tray and walked away, resisting the urge to lock eyes with Puck. Sam, the perfect boyfriend, followed.

"Puckerman" Beast approached the change room after practice, most of the guys still in their uniforms.

"Coach Beast?" he asked.

"Cough up the key" she instructed.

"What?" he asked, playing dumb.

"I know you were on the field last night, I heard you singing on the bleachers, If I'm not a monkey's uncle." She explained.

"Whatever, I wouldn't sneak in here to sing" Puck commented gruffly, turning away from her.

"Puckerman, You know I heard you, I saw the shadow of your mohawk and you are the only who had access to a key"

"It wasn't me"

"You and some honey" Beast continued.

"Fine" he commented, trying to put out the panic fires blazing to life in his mind. What if Beast knew who it was? What if she mentioned Quinn in front of the whole team? In front of Sam? And Finn? Suddenly a headache attached itself to his temple. Stressed he turned around back to face her.

"It's original for Valentines, I'll give you that" Beast commented as he placed the small key in the palm of her hand.

"Good hustle guys" she commented over the rest of the room before leaving their presence.

"Dude, who were you with?" Sam prompted him, almost immediately.

"No one" Puck brushed off.

"Like anyone comes in here to sing on the bleachers alone" Artie commented. Puck looked to his left, hating himself for the lie.

"Berry" he acted like it was a confession, as if he was ashamed to say it. He shut the locker and turned around to face the guys.

"Happy?" he asked and could tell the news went over well. It seemed like the truth. Finn slammed his nearby locker shut loudly.

"Typical" he commented before storming off.

For some reason Quinn didn't answer his calls that night. He needed to speak to her about his lie, but more than that, he wanted to see her. He let it go didn't less himself obsess about it, she was probably busy. He couldn't wait to see her the next day at school and settled into another sleepless night: the visions of the valentines night bringing on insomnia of the greatest kind.

Puck found Rachel immediately the next day before class started, approaching her and hoping no one was watching. He explained the lie quickly, keeping an eye on the nearest school entrance, hoping Finn wouldn't arrive and see them talking.

"Why should I do it?" Rachel asked at her locker, clutching the sheet music to her chest. She closed it shut and walked with him towards her homeroom.

"It'll make Finn jealous" he smiled. "Besides, It's less embarrassing than whatever you were actually doing" he pointed out.

"Noah-"

"I'm a badass, I've got rep. You could use some" he added, not letting her talk.

"Hurtful, but true. Who were you with anyway?" she asked.

"It's not who I was with. My mom's pissed, ever since Quinn, she doesn't trust me or let me do anything. It would help me out if she thought I was with the the hot Jewish girl"

"Fine" she gave up. She sympathized, and maybe it would help to get Finn back somehow. "What did we do for this amazing date?" she continued.

"We snuck into school, hung out, sang on the bleachers" He grumbled, embarrassed and looking to the floor.

"Sang on the bleachers?" she specified. "Is that a grease reference you're attempting? I'm almost proud, especially musical theatre is not your forte"

"No, it was in a movie. Black haired Australian dude, marching band" he said quickly.

"That's a pretty girly movie" she commented, getting the reference right away.

"My sister was watching it ok? You loved it anyway" he reinforced, defensive. She smiled sadly in response.

"Fine, I'm sure I did" she petted him on the shoulder before walking past him to her classroom. He got out his phone and texted Quinn quickly.

Everything taken care of with Rachel. Alibi achieved. When can we meet?

When she didn't text back right away he thought nothing of it. Perhaps she was with Sam and couldn't get to her phone. When he passed her in the hall at break and she pretended to be rummaging in her locker, even though alone, he knew something was up. He needed to speak to her, to see her and to hold her in his arms. He shoved the feelings of needing her out of his mind. He wanted her. There was a difference, he tried to tell himself as he loosely paid attention in the biology lecture.

Even in glee club it was no use. She arrived late with Sam on her arm and they sat in the front row. He checked his phone again, to make sure everything had been sent. He quickly sent Rachel a text and saw her check her phone seconds later. His phone was working and Quinn was ignoring him. Not allowing himself to feel like a chump he texted Rachel again and in moments she joined him at the back row, like he had asked her to. He smiled to himself as Quinn turned to watch Rachel head to the back row. Her eyes rested on Puck's for a moment before her pony tailed head whipped back to the front. She clutched Sam's hand tightly and breathed out, trying to ignore the feelings of jealousy rising up in front of her.

Finn arrived in that moment, saving Sam from asking Quinn about her actions.

"Yeah right" he commented gruffly towards Rachel and Puck.

"It's true, I'm sorry Finn" Rachel adopted the lie instantly, linking arms with Noah to make it more credible.

"Whatever" Finn brushed off, taking a seat.

Rachel and Finn were the last ones in the choir room after glee. Putting the room back in order after a choreography practice.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Puck earlier" she practiced the lie and he just scoffed in response.

"I don't believe that" he grumbled. She arranged some sheet music on top of the piano and looked up to watch him.

"It's true, I'm sorry" she stressed. "Really"

"No, I mean" he met her gaze. "I don't believe you were with him"

"Well I was, that's just denial" she shot back.

"Seriously Rachel? I live with Kurt. I know he was at your place for some girly sleep over that day. I know you wouldn't go out with Puck. You're just lying, it's almost pathetic" he attacked.

"I wasn't doing it for you" she shot back, knowing tears would soon appear in her eyes. "I wasn't trying to make you jealous" she lied.

"Just think about whatever reason you were doing it for and if it's worth it"

"Fine!" she admitted. "I wanted you to feel something again!" She cried out, defeated.

"I do, I feel like this is wasting my time" he responded, leaving her alone in the choir room with a crack in her heart and a song on her mind.

That night, Puck tried everything. Calling Quinn's phone, texting her, calling her landline, calling her mother's phone. Getting his sister to call all the phones, in the hopes that Quinn wouldn't recognize the number and pick up. The only change was that half way through the evening her phone was switched off. He was sure that was his fault.

Puck could barely stand Quinn ignoring him any longer. He approached Rachel the next day at school, making a point of yelling down the hall. He needed to get Quinn's attention.

"There she is!" he yelled towards Rachel.. He knew Quinn heard him and watched him from where she stood at her locker with Sam.

"My little Jewish girl" he called, coming towards Rachel at her locker.

"Noah" she blushed in response.

"So we need to do a song that improves my bad boy image. Can't have everyone knowing I took you out for Valentines day" he admitted and she nodded.

"What did you have in mind?" she asked.

They performed the next day. 96 freaking hours of misery since Quinn first started ignoring him. She had been was avoiding him in the halls, slipping past him in glee club, leaving with Sam early, or arriving late. He hoped the song would get her attention.

Quinn watched from her seat in jealousy as Puck and Rachel sang "Good Girls Go Bad". She had been ignoring him for four days after all. Forcing herself to not pick up when he called, deleting his messages so she wouldn't be tempted to answer. Switching off her phone so she wouldn't see how much he called. She had wanted to pick, to defy everyone that said she had a pattern, to stay with Sam. The easy route. But ignoring Puck had turned out to be more difficult than anything else before.

She couldn't handle this, squirming in her seat with jealousy. This was too much. She wanted him, she had been forcing herself not to respond, to avoid him, knowing that the guilt would torture her. Not being with him ended up torturing her more.

"Were you jealous?" Puck asked, biting his lower lip as he waited for a response, leaning against the door to the counseling office.

"I'm not here to talk to you" Quinn responded, looking forward from her seat to Ms. Pillsbury's compulsively neat desk. She sighed, rolling her eyes and unable to believe she was called in for some counseling session right after Glee. More so she couldn't believe that Ms. Pillsbury had been called out to an immediate matter seconds before their session began. Leaving the door wide open for Puck to come in and harass her.

"You were" Puck cooed from the door frame.

"Puck, drop it" she responded, refusing to look towards him.

"Want to tell me what's going on?" he asked aggressively in a low voice. He knew he was safe though, Sam had gone home at least ten minutes ago and almost all other students had departed as well.

"I have a boyfrien-"

"Who didn't give you the necklace you're wearing" Puck responded before she could even finish the last syllable. She had left it on since Valentines day, not wanting to sever all ties with her hot - almost affair with Puck. ( or that's what she had told herself)

She shook her head lightly and let herself look up from the chair to meet his gaze.

"We can't talk about this here." she explained with an obvious tone.

"What, you can't text me? Pick up when I call?" he asked and she knew better than to play dumb.

"I was guilty, after Valentines and your car-" she trailed off, wanting to break the gaze, unable to find the words to describe his car.

"I know, it's on repeat in my head. You're torturing me" he pleaded with a soft expression. She winced as she felt the butterflies take flight in her stomach.

"I just" she began, stammering, unsure of even what to say. "We can't do anything- Sam probably already-"

"Come on, he ate it up about Rachel, believed every word" Puck dejected.

"We need to be careful" Quinn responded. "Just go, please" she begged.

"You're well on your way to becoming a tease" he added with a smirk.

"Good bye" she said through clenched teeth. He grimaced with a dark laugh before leaving the door way. Knowing she would soon be back in his arms.

Emma finally arrived seconds later. She shut the office door and sat down in front of Quinn with a big smile.

"So, Quinn" she began with a cheery disposition.

"Hi" Quinn responded, distracted. Still thinking of Puck's words as they ran a loop in her mind as the sountrack to the night in his car. Torturing me.

"How are you doing?" Emma asked. Quinn forced herself to pay attention.

"Great, I'm popular again, footballer boyfriend. Is that all?" Quinn asked.

"No, Quinn. I want to talk about you and Puck"

"What?" She reeled back to reality, this was not happening.

"I know that-"

"There's nothing between me and Puck" Quinn responded, defiant.

"Quinn, I have a source telling me otherwise" Emma sighed. The sooner Quinn stopped denying it, the sooner they could talk about the issue.

"Well don't believe everything you hear. I don't see how it's any of your business anyway. Mr Shu shouldn't be telling you" Quinn snapped, taking up defenses.

"He didn't mention anything" Emma stared back quizzically. "Quinn, I know it's your business, I just see a pattern and I think that may reflect something that may be going on with you" She approached the subject carefully, not wanting to drive the teen to sudden anger, but try to tell her and stop her actions, that would easily hurt the people around her.

"Wait, Mr Shu didn't tell you anything?" Quinn clarified. "Who did?" she asked with sudden panic. "Does Sam know?" she asked Emma point blank.

"Coach Beast said she saw you two together on the field on Valentines day. I said I'd talk to you."

"Are we getting suspended?" Quinn asked quickly. "I mean, if I was even there with Puck. Would that happen?" she asked.

"It didn't harm anyone and Puck gave back the key. I wanted to talk to you though, about this pattern, I think there may be an underlying reason to your cheating" Emma probed cautiously, though the conversation was one of the strangest she ever had.

"Excuse me?" Quinn asked, offended. "Unless I'm getting suspended or something, I'm leaving. This is not your business, whatever might be happening between me and Puck, is my own thing. It's not some grand indication that I'm incapable of love or that I'm going to grow up and be a bad person" She tried to convince herself with the speech, as the fears took nest in her mind and settled in to give her nightmares.

"It is your life and your decision, I wanted to tell you if you need someone to talk to, you can talk to me. The choices you make now affect your life" Emma tried with a sympathetic voice, cursing the words the second they hung in the air. That was the worst possible thing to say. If anyone knew that, it was Quinn.

"I know that" Quinn responded in disbelief, tears sustaining in her eyes, trapped by some invisible wall. She thought for a second about bringing Beth up in a dramatic way, but forced the idea down. The tears disappeared a second later as she regained her composure.

"Well, that's all" Emma tried with a big smile and a nod. As if they had been talking about extra curricular activities or colleges. Emma resisted pushing forward the pamphlet that lay under her fingertips. The oddly titled So you're a whore but you want to change with a cartoon figure of a girl holding two guys' hands with a title at the bottom that read girl version. She shoved it into her first drawer with a smile and made a mental note to ask Will why he had not brought the situation to her and why she had to hear about it from Coach Beast.

"Don't tell anyone, ok?" Quinn asked, vulnerable for a second. "It would just ruin Sa-" she heard herself pause. "My reputation" she confirmed and got up from the chair.

"Of course, confidentiality" Emma agreed with an embarrassed chuckle that escaped her. Quinn's lips edged at a smile but retreated before the shape took.

"Right" she agreed and left without another word.

"We need to talk" Emma said from the door. Shu looked up from his computer.

"Um, ok" he adjusted his tie loosely and leaned back in his chair. She came in without an acknowledgement, shutting the door behind her. He let his mind run wild for a second but then cleared his throat to stop the thought process.

"What's this about?" he asked, hoping she would breach the subject of them.

"Puck and Quinn" Emma declared, sitting herself down daintily in the chair opposite him.

"What?" he asked, confused.

"They're sneaking around and you knew" Emma clarified.

"How do you know?" he asked, shaking his head with confusion.

"Coach Beast saw them on the field on Valentines Day"

"She was here on Valentines Day?"

"Will, why didn't you tell me?" Emma tracked back to the important point in the conversation.

"That I saw Puck and Quinn making out in the choir room?" he clarified. Emma blinked back surprise at the sudden revelation.

"Yes, if that's what the information was" Emma clarified.

"Why would I tell you?" Shu clarified.

"Quinn has a problem. She's a compulsive cheater" Emma shook her head in concern. "She's going to hurt your glee club again" Emma stressed and Shu mused on the new found information.

"We can't really do anything about Emma" Shu pointed out.

"These things have a way of blowing up Will. Last time it almost ruined sectionals" Emma responded and Will nodded.

"Just keep an eye out and you can talk to me" Emma added, aware of the growing awkwardness of their conversation.

"Yeah, I will" he answered vaguely with a small smile. She nodded before getting up and heading towards the door.

Her list stared in front of her. Written with a girly purple gel pen in her english notebook.

SAM

PROS

Arm candy

Ring

Great hair

Abs

Prom queen/reputation

Guilt

CONS

No passion

Boring

Looks like a ken doll

PUCK

PROS

Arms

Passion

CONS

Return to bitch hood

Beth

Reputation

Last year

Too MUCH passion

Perhaps it was Muprhy's law. Because everything was going wrong. She had decided ( though her list supported the other side) on Puck. The sheer wanting him drove her mad. She scratched out the list and picked up her phone. She had wondered if he had stopped calling her as much, but realized that she hadn't recieved any calls because it was off. Dead to be more precise. She called into the living room for her mother, wondering where her cell phone charger was. She rummaged through her room, creating a messy catastrophe as she looked for it before heading to the other parts of the house.

Three hours later she had still not found it. She recalled that it was in her brown bag, she raced to her bedroom to find the bag and stopped dead at the door when she realized the bag was in the car. With her mother. Who would not be home that night. Not until tomorrow after school. She headed towards the landline, but she couldn't for the life of her remember Puck's number. It wasn't stored in her mind, and if she had ever written it down, she had probably thrown it away. She rummaged through her mother's desk, trying to find her address book, perhaps she had the number of the Puckerman's, but her mother usually carried that in her purse with her. So the one night she had decided to call Puck and to tell him to come over. To tell him that she choose him, that she wanted him was the one night she couldn't.

The 5 minute break between first and second period rang. Quinn stood at her locker, waiting until Puck would approach for his next class. She hadn't seen him in the morning, even though she had waited for him in the morning, and then dashed to HR when she couldn't wait any longer, arriving ten minutes late. He must have arrived later than her or gone to his HR early.

The hallways thinned and Puck came towards the classroom, about to turn before the row of lockers at which he stood. He walked past her to the guy's restroom, waiting until less people were in the halls.

The second bell rang, the hallways almost bare, students rushing into class, the noise dying down. Stragglers running to their classes with books and bags, not paying attention to the two immovable people in the hall.

"Guilty?" he asked and she nodded, not wanting to acknowledge the emotion.

He thought of mentioning how good the necklace looked on her but resisted and tried to stop the smile creeping onto his lips.

"In here" she muttered, slipping into the nearby janitor's closet as a few girls came out of a class room towards the washrooms, gossiping.

"I've dreamed of this moment" he commented huskily as she switched on the light. The janitorial supplies around them illuminated by the sickly yellow lighting. She closed her eyes and pulled him onto her.

"Just shut up" she muttered against his lips until he reacted. His hands made their way towards her neck, pulling her into hot kisses. She yanked away abruptly.

"Don't touch the hair, I'm already late for class" she muttered and he nodded before reconnecting his lips with hers. She moaned softly, pulling him against her in the heated rendezvous, forbidden and filthy in the tiny closet dedicated to sanitation. Near them, was a small table with some supplies. He cleared a spot hurriedly and picked her up onto it, pulling close to her as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her arms wrapping around his neck to pull him against her, to have his lips against hers. He could hardly think.

"Wait" she pulled away, looking up into his eyes. "Tell me you want me" she pleaded.

"So badly" he responded, planting kisses on her neck, unable to stop. The pent up heat of being away from her for four days driving him mad, his breathing hot and heavy.

"No, Puck-" she pulled away, putting a hand on his chest. He stared at her confused, his breathing returning to normal. Not wanting to listen to her, not wanting to stop. They barely had time to, what was she doing? He didn't want to listen to whatever she had to say.

"I'll break up with Sam" she told him, wondering if he could see the seriousness in her eyes. Wondered if he knew what that meant.

Silence consumed them in the room, everything became encased in a stand still. He stopped back slightly, her legs unwinding from his waist, hanging limp off the table. He pulled his hands of hers, shocked.

Time seemed to wane on as he thought about it, as he licked his lips, staring into her eyes. He could see her emotion, her fear and wanting in her eyes, her hands still on his chest.

It would take one word. One simple phrase and they could be together.

She waited for his reaction, gulping down, hoping he couldn't see her fear. Hoping she wasn't transparent.

He thought about it for a moment. His palms were sweaty, breathing staggered. This was the moment. He could have her in an instant. No where to run, just her eyes begging, pleading for him to want her, wanting him.

He opened his mouth to answer her.