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Quinn opened her eyes to see an array of disheveled sheets she must've kicked off during the humid night crumpled at her feet like a pile of dug up sand warming her feet but keeping the rest of her body at an odd contrast of temperature, and to find the same bare arm that was wrapped around her when she fell asleep keeping her pulled against a mass of heated skin, no wonder she got so hot last night. It felt more like a bar to keep her from rolling off of the bed, let alone even moving from her spot. Heavy breathing brushed up against the back of her neck like a tide wavering in and out leaving her almost waiting anticipatingly for the hot air to wash over her again. She let her hand wander beneath her side to loosen the fingers that held her hip firmly which allowed her to carefully remove his arm just enough to free herself before placing it back down on the bed, successfully doing so without waking up the somewhat heavy sleeper next to her. She sat up on the edge of the body looking over her naked form almost in self loathe of how she could do this to herself…again. This was how it always went she gave herself up to someone and then from this point on the magnets seemed to flip and both partners in the relationship began pushing each other away, the only problem was that she was in her apartment not his, so she couldn't exactly leave him here.

She was about to push herself off of her mattress and find some clothes before he woke up feeling a little immodest at the moment but his hand snaked around her stomach pulling her back down against him with a moan. "Where are you going?" he asked slowly opening his tired eyes. Her lips tugged into a frown keeping her eyes on his chest, so much for that.

"I was going to go get dressed." She said starting to push away so she could hopefully successfully get up this time, but instead he just tightened his grip on her which enforced a sigh of defeat on her part.

"I don't think you should…" he mumbled kissing her shoulder lightly.

She rolled her eyes at his comment, and tried to push away again but was unsuccessful. "I'm not staying like this all day; I have stuff to do…"

"Unless that stuff is me I don't think you do." He smirked looking at her, she was pretty sure his eyes were twinkling something she thought writers got bored and used as an expression up until this point.

"You're disgusting." She spat refusing to look at him now, this was ridiculous.

He pulled her roughly against him staring down at her eyes so she was forced to look at him. "That's not what you were saying last night." He growled, she would've thought he was really angry if she couldn't hear his cockiness trailing in his voice.

Her eyes made their way into a glare which led to a swift shove in the chest to get herself free from him. "I hate you." She said quickly hopping off of the bed wrapping her blanket around her to prevent anymore indecent exposure.

He laughed sitting up, she could still feel his eyes fixed on her. "There's really no point for that baby, it's not like I haven't seen any of that before."

"You're disgusting, and you're not going to see it again then."

"Who the hell made you sheriff of the bitch police?" he scoffed getting off of the bed finding his boxers under her bed.

"Who the hell made you mayor of bastard town?" she spat back which led to another laugh from him. What was so entertaining about stuff she said in annoyance?

"You know real bitches like yourself turn me on when you're mad." He said walking over to her with that ridiculous smile on his face.

"Only a bastard would think something like that." She said in all disgust that was in her. What made him think he could come in her apartment and call her a bitch, and then continue to say it turned him on?

"I think you're incredibly sexy." He smiled keeping himself only a few inches from her.

"I think you're incredibly insane." She said feeling herself blush at his comment, how could someone so awful have such an effect? It killed her inside, because secretly he was winning.

"I think it kills you how badly you want me right now."

"I think it's time for you to leave." But naturally instead of doing what she asked and actually leaving, he leaned down to put his lips on hers, which for some fucked up reason she was able to envelop herself into that kiss with everything she had. It only ended when they both needed air and they pulled away with a 'knowing' smile on their lips, which instantly faded into a puddle of embarrassment soaking their entire bodies rendering them unable to move.

"So I was thinking…" he started in casually after a few moments of awkward silence. "…we could go enjoy ourselves today with a wonderful walk through the beautiful town of Lima." He smiled kissing her forehead before going on a mad search for the clothes that got thrown off of him in the mess of her room.

She couldn't tell if he was serious or not, did he just call the shithole town that they lived in beautiful? "Hmm…" she hummed aloud getting a new set of clothes for herself.

"…and maybe stop by that tobacco shop you always go to on the corner and pick ourselves up some fancy living cigarettes, rather than that cheap shit you buy all the time. Waste of money." He said shaking his head out of pity.

She wondered if he had been stalking her these past few days, how in the hell did he know she went there all the time? She found it best to ignore it and continue with what she was doing which was sliding on her 'vast' variety of undergarments. "Alright." She concluded tossing a dress over her head and walked over to him turning around. "Zipper." He complied kissing the back of her neck before zipping her up.

"All done." He said smacking the back of her ass with that stupid smile on his face.

"Would it kill you to try and be a gentleman for a few minutes?" she asked sharply, trying to locate her purse somewhere in her wreck of a room.

"It might…" he mumbled sliding his pants back on.

He had his arm wrapped tight around her waist and held her against him while walking through the full sidewalks of Lima, almost as a message to everyone else that she was his, and his only. He knew she'd appreciate the gesture, almost as much as he enjoyed being able to openly walk with her like this, with one of the prettiest girls he had ever laid eyes on.

"Fly doves, sing sparrow…give me cupid's famous arrow." She spoke out quietly before sticking her cigarette back in her mouth, he had no idea what she was saying but it sounded like a poem and he wondered if she was trying to send some sort of message to him.

He saw someone from his gang who gave him a familiar silent nod as to say hello, and that he held the great power of knowing what Noah Puckerman was actually doing with his hand wrapped around a girl like Quinn. He simply nodded back and held Quinn tighter against him; this was going to be a rough trip. He took her cigarette from her lips getting a few good intakes before placing it back where he found it. "Want something actually good to drink?" he asked loosening his grip on her.

"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked with offense hanging in her voice, clearly she took her cigarettes and alcohol seriously, but he took it more so buying only the best for himself. Then again Quinn Fabray only had a few things she could look forward to in the day, and he was determined to make her day ten times better.

"I mean…that you don't want die saying that you strictly drank gin and some wicked vermouth, I'm going to open your eyes to wonderful things." He smirked kissing her forehead lightly before turning into a fairly large liquor shop that separated the poor alcohol buyers who indulged themselves with cheap beer and old clothes they found in the community bins from the people who gave themselves more respect and more subtle drunkenness to keep such respect. To his horror he saw a familiar face from the Ohio gang down by the vodka, he was with Quinn under strict orders but he really didn't want the two of them to interact at all. It would only make things more complicated than they already were. "Go check out the gin see if you like anything, I'll be down by the vodka." He said pushing her ass to move her away, which was followed by a confused look on her part. "Just go." He smiled to assure her and gave her another small push which her legs finally complied and moved to the other end of the store. He cleared his throat before moving over to Jack, the number two guy. Anything you said to him at all was reported back to the big guy himself, he knew he'd have to be careful about what he said.

"Noah baby." He smiled patting his cheek lightly which Puck pushed away.

"I didn't come over here so you could start flirting. Why the hell have you and Frank been following me? Does John not trust me to get the job done?"

"Just give me a status update and we can be on our way and you can go back to little miss big ass." He smirked taking a drag from his cigarette.

"We have two options…" he sighed uneasily about this. He really didn't want to do this to her, but like John had told him it's a dog eat dog world, and as long as he couldn't get attached Puck would get his bone, and some steak on the side. "…her parents obviously care a shit full of cash in their lovely bank accounts and with some persuading and information we can easily get our hands on it. Also, I'm pretty sure their house would be a good stop for the boys downtown to check out for us."

"Mhmm…" he mumbled looking over the bottles of alcohol displayed in front of him. "What's the second option?"

"She has money herself, an entire account full and from what she's said it's pretty big."

Jack looked up at him with an eyebrow raised and a silver screen grin on his face. "How big?" If Nickelodeons had taught him anything it was that he could practically see the dollar signs in his eyes.

"Big."

"I know you Noah, I know what you're capable of doing…and what you're capable of not doing. Don't get attached, I've seen it already, don't look at her the way you do, it scares the hell out of me. You blow this job we blow you and her, understood? I do trust you to do the right thing for everyone, and for yourself."

"I look at her like no shit, unlike you I'm a good actor, the money is practically already in my hands." He said patting his shoulder lightly. "You should go, she's going to wonder where I am and why the hell you keep staring at us." He said turning on heel finding Quinn behind a few wooden cabinets in the back. He wrapped his arms around her pulling her against him in a hug. "You're not a bitch." He mumbled into her hair.

She laughed shaking her head, God he loved her laugh. "You're not a bastard." She said squeezing him back just as tightly.

"I love you." Shit, fuck, what the hell did he just do?

"What?"

"Did you pick something out?"

"Oh yeah…" she said pulling away from him to show him the bottle that she had placed on the shelf in front of her.

"Hmm fancy shit Fabray, let's buy it and get a hella drunk!" he smiled taking it over to the register not removing his hand from hers. These moments would only last so long with her and he was going to enjoy and savor every bit he could before all hell broke loose.

A/N: ahh! Crazy stuff! But I do hope you guys got what was up from the cliffhanger I did last time with the mysterious ending and all, the reviews I've gotten make my day so never cease to leave something nice or mean or both! ;)