Dear Reader,

Puck is a bad bad bad guy. This is me giving a warning.

-Mouser

Chapter 12

The first rays of sunlight filtered through the window of Quinn's apartment and fell upon her face. Usually when it happened she would push her face further into her pillow and bury herself under the covers and will herself back to sleep. But today was different and the energy coursing through her body would not let her brain sleep even if she wanted to. Today she would get to hear, see, and feel like Santana was somewhere close by and not in a war torn country fighting some idiotic war that old rich men started. Even when Santana and her would argue about the war and their differences were dramatically clear on opposite ends she would eventually drop it because she knew the military especially the Marines were so ingrained in Santana that disrespecting them was disrespecting her. She loved Santana and knew very early on that this what she wanted to do with her life and as a supportive girlfriend she would stand by and wait and not complain so much but still make her point known. Feeling like if she spent so much time dwelling on her thoughts about the war would drive her insane she decided a run would be a better use of the energy that was flowing through her. Pulling her hair into a pony tail and slipping on a pair of shorts and a worn USMC t-shirt she slipped into the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. Looking at her room she contemplated making her bed and putting a load of clothes to wash but decided against it, a couple of hours wouldn't hurt anyone.

Leaving her apartment with her phone in hand and music blaring through her headphones she started her run. Running through the city to make it to the park was easily her second favorite way of exercising, the first was obviously sex. She loved the way she burned calories when Santana was around and how she missed that. That was the problem with Santana gone; the need was always at the surface. She could easily take care of it herself but there was nothing like Santana's touch. Her body was so in tuned with Santana's that going solo was no fun and she never felt sated. As much as Santana seemed to be the one always in need it actually was Quinn who initiated sex. Sure Santana was spontaneous and was always up for sex and she would never turn down Quinn when she wanted to go but it was Quinn who made the rules, and Santana had no problem with that. Feeling somewhat better after five miles of running she headed back home.

Sweat dripping down her chest she immediately removed her t-shirt when she entered her apartment. Dropping her clothes as she went Quinn finally made it to the shower. Thankful to be under the hot spray of water she let her mind wonder to Santana. She wondered if San was getting along with the members of her unit, if the sun and heat were getting to her, and if she missed her. She also wondered if this was her last mission or if she would reenlist and make it her career. Either way they would make a life even if it meant that she would have to leave. As much as Quinn loved New York her home was Santana and where she went she would follow. Finishing up her shower she changed into a pair of shorts and tank just to be comfortable she wasn't leaving any time soon. As she completed work versus house work her phone dinged informing her of a text message. Swiping across the screen she saw an unknown number with a message of "Babe, meet me at the café around the corner." Feeling her heart beat faster thinking that maybe Santana was home and this was just her way of surprising her she immediately left.

Walking up to the café she scanned the outside tables for a sign of Santana, unfortunately all she saw was Puck. He was sitting with his phone in his hand and she thought for a split second she could leave without him seeing her but she wasn't that lucky. He had spotted her and stood and called her over.

"Quinn, you came."

"Umm, what are you doing here and what do you mean 'you came?'"

"I just finished texting you, to see if you'd join me. I'm glad you did."

"Look Noah, I've told you several times before I'm not interested. I have someone and how did you even get my number."

"I got it from Rachel and Finn. Look all I want is friendship. I'm new to New York and the only people that I know are Rea and Finn. I just want to make new friends. Plus I think me and you could be really good friends. I understand texting you like that comes off a little underhanded but I wasn't sure you'd spend time with me any other way," he said with his hands in the air his palms up to her.

"Ok, maybe we can be friends put I have really big plans today and I can't be here. I need to be at home."

"What's so important?" He asked as he sat down and started to drink.

"Santana is going to Skype today and I'm waiting for either an email or text or some indication of when to log on."

"That's really cool. But I doubt taking time to have at least one drink won't affect your plans by that much."

"Ok fine." She replied in a huff darn her mother for teaching her manners. One drink and then she would leave. "Umm going to go use the restroom then I'll be back. Could you order me water. Please."

"Of course." He smiled at her but in a way that just gave her the creeps. As she left him she withdrew her phone from her pocket, and she immediately texted Rachel.

From Quinn to Rachel:

Hey next time give a heads up, when you give my number out…

From Rachel to Quinn:

Hi Quinn. Sorry who got your number?

From Quinn to Rachel:

Puck. He said he got my number from you. He texted me and was like 'Babe let's meet' I really don't like him. He hit on me the last time we've meet. And he's doing it again.

From Rachel to Quinn:

So sorry Quinn. I'll have Finn talk to him. Where are you now?

From Quinn to Rachel:

At the café by the apartment. I'm just going to have water then leave. Santana is going to Skype today and I definitely don't want to miss that.

From Rachel to Quinn:

Do you want me to join you guys? Awesome tell her we said hi and missing her like crazy.

From Quinn to Rachel:

No it's okay. I won't be here long. Will do. I'll call you later to tell you how San is. Love Ya.

From Rachel to Quinn:

Awesome Love ya too…

While Quinn was in the restroom Puck was setting up his plan. Taking a vile out of his pocket he mixed the clear liquid into Quinn's glass of water. He had debated long and hard if this was what he truly wanted to do. He had done this before and got away it and the feeling to do it again was at the surface. It was consuming him and at first he thought he would make Rachel his next play thing. When Finn first introduced him to her she had captivated him. She was not his typical type, he preferred blondes but there was something about her. He was going to try for the night of her cast party but that was before he was introduced to Quinn. The moment that he saw her he knew she would be next. He was feeling extremely ballsy that night and started to slip some of his drug into her drink, but she never left Finn's side or the Rachel's as she was taking pictures. He had to give up and would have to wait another day. Today just happened to be that day. Watching Quinn walk back into their table he felt himself get hard just anticipating the next couple of hours with her. He smiled at her as she sat down and watched as she took her first sip.

"So Noah, how did you meet Finn and Rachel?"

"Just the usual, interviewed at his company and became fast friends with him. I was really glad too because when I moved here I didn't know anybody. That's one of the reasons that I wanted to become friends with you."

"Well, I see. Where did you move from? As far as being friends that could happen if you respect the fact that I am in a relationship and that won't change for you or anyone. I am very happy with Santana and when she gets back we will continue out life together."

"I moved from California. I move every couple of years. I get a little agitated if I stay in one place to long. I get it, and I'm sorry I came in like a teenage boy and that wasn't right. I will respect your relationship. In fact tell me a little bit about her? She sounds like you and her have a real solid relationship."

Quinn listened to him talk and took a larger slip of water this time. She figured if she could drown it in three or four gulps she could end this conversation quickly. Not that she minded talking about Santana there was just something about him that placed her on high alert. "Well we meet in high school when she transferred junior year and we've been inseparable since then."

"That's cool. And like I said from here on out totally friendship is all I'm looking for."

"Thank you Noah for saying that and who knows maybe when Santana gets back we can hang out. But if you'll excuse me I have to get back home." As she stood she was hit with a wave of dizziness and immediately sat back down. Trying to clear her mind and gather her senses she looked at Noah just to see two of him.

"I'm really not feeling good right now."

"Poor you, I'll help you get to your apartment. I think I remember the way." Slowly he walked over to her and grabbed her by the elbow and placed one arm around her waist and lifted her up to his side. Together they made the trip back to her place. And soon he would get to feel her more than her clothed body.