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I'm nervous about this chapter. I'm not sure if I could express myself properly in some parts of it, so it might be confusing.
Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that things get worse before it gets better.
It's been two months since Puck last saw Quinn, and he stuck to his promise. He didn't try to contact Quinn again, though he really wanted to talk to her about what happened between them, it was different from everything he had ever experienced. But she was ignoring him, and he was too proud and too hurt to look for her again.
But for the past week, his head was someplace else, though Quinn was always in the back of his mind. Tonight, Phill Webber, his boss and owner of the law firm he worked for, was holding a party to announce who would make partners, him or Mike Chang, his coworker that was also interested on the position.
He wanted this promotion badly, and it stopped him from thinking about anything else. He thought he had a good chance. Mr. Webber really liked Puck. He hired the boy when he was fresh out of college and taught Noah everything he knew, really taking the boy under his wing. Mr. Webber was the closest thing he had to a father figure.
The time had finally come. Puck was at the party, trying to distract himself from all the anxiety he was feeling. He kept talking to his coworkers and drinking beer. Not too much, though. He knew that he had to be sober when Mr. Webber announced who got the promotion. But, for now, the liquor was helping.
He was talking to Matt, this other guy that worked with him, about the last Knicks game when Matt abruptly changed the subject.
"Dude, did you see the hottie Mr. Webber's got in his arms? That's definitely a gold digger." said the man, smiling.
Puck kept looking around, trying to find Phill. He still haven't seen his boss since he got here, he should go say hi. Mr. Webber was in his late 50s, short, chubby and bald. He wasn't attractive, but he was a very nice man, and Puck hoped that the person he brought wasn't with him just because of his money. He hasn't been the same since he divorced his wife, and he deserved some happiness.
Matt kept smiling and talking. "Well, she's probably half of his age. Where did he find a woman like that? Maybe, if you make partners, you can get one of those for yourself."
Puck finally spotted Mr. Webber and his stomach started churning. His boss had his hands on Quinn fucking Fabray's hips, and he felt anger and disappointment coursing all through him. All the affection and admiration he had for the older man started to fade, and was replaced by jealousy and anger. He didn't know whether it was directed to Mr. Webber or to Quinn.
What was she doing here with Mr. Webber? She avoided him for two months and now just waltzed back into his life. What the fuck was she doing here? Ruining his life? Fucking with his head some more? Puck knew that's probably not the reasons she was really here for, but that's what it felt like. But he couldn't, wouldn't let her presence affect him. Today was a big day for him, and nothing could get in his way.
Matt gave Puck a weird look. "Dude, is everything ok?"
Puck nodded. "Yes, I just need some air". He made his way outside, wanting to get away from this party. He knew he couldn't avoid Mr. Webber, but he would do his best to postpone meeting him.
But tonight wasn't his lucky night. He heard Mr. Webber calling him and stopped on his tracks.
"Puckerman! I've been looking all over for you!"
As he turned around, the moment he was dreading happened. He came face to face with one Quinn Fabray.
Quinn's been walking around the party with Mr. Webber for a while now. He was introducing her to all of his employees, and she was smiling on the right times and making small talk with them, like she was used to, but her heart just wasn't in it today.
Suddenly, she heard Mr. Webber calling out a familiar name and she froze in place. It couldn't be him. What were the chances?
Quinn turned Mr. Webber's way and in front of her was indeed the man she's in love with. Her stomach dropped and she felt like running out of the party immediately. Puck was completely ignoring her as he answered Mr. Webber, with a smile.
"You can stop looking, I'm right here."
The older man smiled back at him and he still wouldn't acknowledge her presence. It was like she was invisible.
"Scarlett, this is Puckerman. He's one of the most talented guys we have in the office, and he might make partners today." said Mr. Webber, smiling at her and winking at Puck.
If the tension in that moment wasn't affecting Quinn as much as it was, she would feel proud. But right now, the fear of the outcome tonight was stopping her from feeling anything else.
"It's a pleasure meeting you, good luck tonight." She managed a weak, forced smile as she extended her hands to him.
Puck stared at her extended hand for a while, and Mr. Webber looked at him expectantly. He looked at the older man before taking Quinn's hand and giving her the coldest look she ever got from someone.
"Likewise." He answered, as his jaw muscles clenched and he clenched his teeth.
Puck immediately looked back at Mr. Webber, ignoring the blonde's presence again. "If you'll excuse, I have to make a call." Phill nodded and Puck left before anyone could say anything else.
Quinn felt like crying. She knew he was pissed at her, but she didn't know what to do. She had to avoid him. She was an escort, she couldn't afford to fall in love. She had bills to pay, a mortgage, and she didn't have any other skill, she didn't know how to do anything else other than being an escort. What was she supposed to do, quit her job and be with him? Plus, she would only hurt him if they got together. She didn't have any other choice. But that didn't stop the throbbing pain in her chest as she watched him leave.
Quinn knew how important tonight was for him, and she didn't want to ruin it for Puck. She was going to be professional, smile and make small talk with everyone and just stay away from him, for both of their sakes.
Puck's plan of drinking moderately was forgotten after his run in with Quinn. He switch to whisky, it seemed to suit his mood better. The blonde was ruining everything for him. This was supposed to be a happy night, a night to celebrate, but he just wanted to go home.
Still, he couldn't help but watch her from where he was sitting. How she waltz around the party, charming everyone that crossed her way. Just like she did with his family and friends. He realized that he was actually just a job to her. She seemed totally unaffected by their encounter and that was probably what pissed him off the most. She was smiling at people and Mr. Webber seemed satisfied with her act. Was she going to screw his boss too? Was she actually going to fuck Mr. Webber? Puck felt like throwing up. He didn't want to think about it, but he couldn't help it. The thought of the older man running his hands all over Quinn make him sick to his stomach.
He started drinking his fifth glass of whisky (or ninth, but who's counting?) when he noticed Quinn leaving Mr. Webber's side. His eyes followed her all the way to the restroom. Soon after, his body followed her too.
Quinn made her way into the ladies room and stood in front of the mirror, with both hands on the sink and her head down. The whole time she was out there, making small talk with the guests, she could feel Puck's eyes boring holes into her back. She knew he hated her. She's never seen him been this hostile towards anybody. But it was for the best. That meant they would keep their distance and, after today, they wouldn't have to see each other ever again.
She looked up to see the door of the rest room opening and closing again after the one person she didn't want to face. The person moved the trashcan, positioning it under the doorknob, so no one would enter.
They were both silent for a moment, as he took a few steps toward her, looking at her through the mirror. This couldn't be happening.
"This is the ladies' room." Said the blonde, meaning that he shouldn't be here.
"Then none of us should be here. None of us are a Lady." He answered.
She breathed deeply, trying to get a grip. She couldn't let him get a rise out of her.
"Noah, this..."
"Don't call me Noah. Only people that are close to me, that care about me, call me that."
"You shouldn't be here."
There was a heavy silence there, the only noise was made by a woman outside the door, trying to get in. But Quinn and Puck were oblivious to it, both too focused on the staring match going on, both looking at each other's reflection on the mirror.
After what felt like forever, he spoke again, as he approached her. "Are you gonna fuck him?"
Quinn swallowed dry and looked down again, her back facing him.
He continued. "Are you gonna let him touch you, like you let me?"
By now, he was pressing her against the sink, his crotch rubbing against her ass. She didn't answer but her eyes closed, as Puck could see in the mirror. He put both hands on her hip, digging his nails forcefully on her side. She could smell the alcohol on him. She knew he was drunk, but she couldn't move. Even in this circumstances, her body welcomed his touch.
He moved one hand upwards, on her stomach, while the other hand went between her thighs. She couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips when he pressed his hands down her panties.
He gave her a humorless laugh. "Oh, you're enjoying this? Or the moans are part of your job too? Are you gonna moan for Mr. Webber tonight?" Puck whispered on her ear. Quinn, however, wasn't even registering what he was saying anymore, as he pushed her panties aside and started to finger fuck her, while his other hand grabbed her breast.
Quinn still had her head down. She knew she had to stop him, she knew this shouldn't happen, but it felt just too good. She didn't want him to stop.
Suddenly, his hand left her breast and tangled on her hair. He pushed her hair lightly, making her stare at the mirror. Instinctively, she pushed her ass harder against his crotch and could feel his erection pressing back. He moaned before whispering in her ear.
"Open your eyes. I want you to see me fucking you." She obliged and felt his fingers leaving her insides and taking her panties off. It fell down to her feet. She heard the zipper of Puck's pants opening and only seconds later, he was inside her.
Both groaned when he first thrust into her. Puck put his hand on her mouth. He didn't want her to enjoy this, he didn't want to hear her moan and have any kind of pleasure. He started pounding into her as forcefully as he could, and she was meeting every thrust enthusiastically.
Quinn was so into it that she started sucking on the fingers that covered her mouth, tasting herself there. That was just another push for Puck, that came moments after that. He hated her, but she still had an effect on him.
As soon as he was done, he didn't even bother to clean up. He just fixed his pants and was making his way to the door when he turned around. He walked a few steps back and threw some money towards Quinn.
"This should cover for today and for the other times we fucked. If not, it's all you're getting. It wasn't worth more than that."
With those words, Puck left and closed the door behind him, and the tears that were threatening to fall all night finally made their way down Quinn's face. She was a sobbing mess.
As soon as the words left Puck's mouth, he regretted it. He knew he crossed a line, and that he acted like an asshole, but he wanted her to hurt as much as he was. This was his night, and she ruined it for him.
He was walking back to the party when Kitty found him.
"Puck, we are looking all over for you. Mr. Webber just announce that you made partners! Congratulations!"
She took him to where Mr. Webber was and his boss went to congratulate him when he took in his appearance. His shirt was crumpled, his tie was out of place and his belt was undone.
"Son, everyone is waiting for your speech. Don't make me regret this."
Puck nodded and was making his way to the small stage they set up when Mr. Banks grabbed his arm. "Your fly is open."
He nodded, visibly ashamed, and closed his zipper. People kept staring at him. Everyone knew exactly what he'd been doing.