AN: sorry this took a while *cough* two months. my bad. I wish i had a good excuse but it was just laziness and writers block. I don't know whether i should change the rating as the theme gets a bit mature?

"Ballet? No way Dad. No way, not with leotards and legwarmers and leaps, no, no."

"Come on Lucy, it will be fun! I'll buy you a car for high school."

Lucy sighed defeated, "okay, sign me up for dancing hell, but the car better be German!"

"I don't think so!" Her dad said laughing, "a Chevy maybe."

Beth arrived home; she'd gone to lunch with Jess. That was a lie. She'd been at the mall with Jess, she'd told Jess that she had to eat lunch at home. That was also a lie. Beth loved finding ways to avoid eating; it felt like a challenge, it was almost fun. Beth went upstairs to change for the gym,

"Beth! Funny Girl is on, I've got popcorn, are you gonna join me?"

"No mum, I'm going to the gym." Beth called back to Shelby.

"You went yesterday," Shelby shouted as Beth pulled on her hoodie.

"It's a membership mum! I intend not to waste it." Beth said tying her trainers

"Beth are you okay!"

"God mum I'm fine," Beth ran down stairs straight into her mum.

"Beth you need to stop look at you, I can't bear to see you diet this much."

"Stop being so uptight, it's my body!" Beth pushed her mum away trying to get to the door.

"go in there, sit down and have some popcorn, it's time to talk!"

"no mum, I'm going to the gym." No mum I can't bear sitting with you, the way you look at me like I'm a sick puppy. I can't sit still when I know I could be exercising; I can't eat the fatty salty popcorn. I can't go to high school and be the sad little girl again. Don't stop me.

"Beth Stop!" Beth stop, I know what you're doing, but I feel powerless, I feel a failure. You're my responsibility and you're ruining yourself. What can I say to make you stop, you ignore me, and you won't talk to me. Please Beth, why won't you let me in. Why won't you stop.

Beth could see her reflection in the glass of the gym as she used the cross trainer. She hated her reflection, nothing worked. She needed to be the skinny little girl, her boyfriend could pick her up and swing her over his shoulder, she could wear miniskirts, and she'd be the size 2 beauty queen Quinn was. The thought of running for Prom Queen like Quinn made her a little giddy.

Quinn sat in the back row of a Broadway show that she couldn't care less about. She loved her job but today picking and dissecting a flawless performance had lost the appeal. She texted Puck for the third time that day. Quinn knew why he was mad but he had to understand that she wasn't the bad guy. She just didn't want to be with him. He was acting childish, it was a bad idea to have a casual relationship with someone you used to love. People always get hurt. Quinn knew that Beth was acting strange, Puck was distraught, and Shelby was off form as well. Why did she have this affect? Was she just a naturel home wrecker.

Puck was on the phone to his boss. "So like a twist before the mid-season hiatus, something to flip the show on its head."

"Exactly," the voice on the other end replied, "something ground breaking that leaves us on a cliff hanger.

"Got it, I'll be done by the fifth." Puck hung up and sat at his desk. He had several emails from Quinn. They all sounded the same 'let's forget it, I need you, let's be friends, come and see me.' He ignored them and opened a word document. He came to a blank. Why?

Because Quinn crushed his soul? That was to dramatic. He wasn't okay, let's leave it at that. Puck needed a distracted. He decided to switch on the radio and do that pile of dishes being neglected. Puck pushed the button on the radio and pulled the marigolds on.

"Why do you build me up Buttercup, baby
Just to let me down and mess me around
And then worst of all you never call, baby
When you say you will but I love you still
I need you more than anyone, darlin'
You know that I have from the start
So build me up Buttercup, don't break my heart"

Puck threw a plate across the room, screamed in frustration, and threw the radio into the soapy water. Why was it such a happy sounding song?

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