Rachel stood staring at Quinn as she casually investigated her cuticles in the choir room. Glee rehearsal had ended, and once again the petite brunette had watched Noah walk out of the room as quickly as he could manage, desperate to avoid her. So she'd asked Quinn to hang around for a few minutes.
"I thought you said you'd help me," she spoke up, finally realizing the Cheerio wasn't going to.
"I said I'd see what I could do," she corrected. "I brought you to the party; I brought Puck to the party—really RuPaul, there's only so much I can do. It's not my fault you decided to cling to my boyfriend the whole night."
"I was looking for you!" Rachel insisted, resisting the urge to stomp her foot. "And as I knew no one else—since for some reason none of the other members of Glee received their invitation—I decided waiting for you to appear would be easier if I stayed near someone you were almost certain to approach. I thought you were going to be available to help me at the party, or I would have insisted on a more private venue to try to speak to him." She sighed in exasperation. "Quinn, you knew he wouldn't talk to me somewhere where all of his school friends would be."
Quinn adjusted her expression so it appeared more sympathetic. "I suppose that's true." She put her finger to her mouth in a thoughtful expression, trying to suppress a wicked desire to laugh. God, this was fun. "I guess I could try to pull some strings, put you two in a more—what'd you call it?—private venue." She smirked at the words. "Of course, I'd need a favor in return for such an endeavor."
"Another one?" Rachel challenged. "You didn't even follow through after the last favor I did for you."
Quinn's arched her eyebrows. "I suppose you're right," she replied, and Rachel relaxed a bit, thinking maybe she'd get a fair shake out of this after all. Then the other shoe dropped. "Perhaps you should try asking for someone else's help, since I'm so useless."
Rachel knew she was trapped: Finn, Mike, and Matt couldn't help her; Santana wouldn't (she seemed to see the whole situation as an imposition of her territory); Brittany would be useless; and no one else in Noah's circle would speak to her. She was stuck with Quinn, and so she did her best to maintain a straight face, resisting the urge to punch the Cheerio's smug face. "No," she countered before the blonde could leave. "Just…what do you need?"
Quinn smiled happily and gave Rachel her instructions, watching as she listened, nodded, and made her way out the door.
Quinn didn't even turn to look when the door opened not a moment after the brunette had left. "This is actually becoming quite amusing," she told the brooding figure staring at her.
"Why are you doing this to her?" Puck asked. "Even if she does what you want, you're not going to help her."
"So?" she scoffed. "I'm not the one refusing talk to her."
"Yeah, well, what if I did want to talk to her?" Puck retorted. He watched as Quinn's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Do you?" She asked mockingly. "Because if you think the gossip, the torment she has to endure now is bad because you won't talk to her, imagine how it could be if someone mentioned that the two of you were still rendezvousing around the school—that she was that easy?"
Puck scowled at the blonde, knowing that she could easily carry out the thinly-veiled threat, tarnishing the poor girl's reputation for the rest of her high school career.
"So, like I said," Quinn repeated in triumph at his silence. "It's not like I'm the one refusing to talk to her."
"But you are the one leading her on, pretending that if she does all this shit for you, I will."
"I deserve some fun, considering I'm the one rectifying this nightmare you've created." She turned around, looking up at him. "Seriously; do you know how much effort I had to put into going through the proper channels so that curly-haired freak showed up to my party without him or anyone else knowing I was the one that invited him?"
Puck stared at her in amazement; how did he never notice what a crazy manipulative bitch this girl was?
"Fuckin' skeezy, is all," she heard him mumble, and she went off on him.
"Then maybe you should've stuck to the plan! Maybe you should've just handed her to Jew Fro like you were supposed to, instead of deciding to keep her around like some freak sex slave!"
She was right in his face now. "And to get caught on top of that? Now she and Finn are closer than ever! I should make you pay me back every dime!"
His face turned red as she spoke, thinking about the fact that she was right: that Finn got to spend all the time he used to with Rachel, comforting her about him. It pissed him off, that he no longer had any right to her, and yet his best friend was allowed to hug her tight tiny body with his awkward scrawny arms… Then all of the sudden he found he was screaming right back at her. "Fuck that Fabray! The deal was to get Berry away from Finn, and I did that. You heard her—she has no interest in going after your boy; not my fault if he can't help but chase her around like a fucking wide-eyed puppy."
She all but screamed in frustration at him, her face becoming red and her breathing ragged. She wasn't sure when his had become equally uneven. They were almost touching, and her eyes darted to his eyes, down to his mouth.
She reached out and pulled him towards her, crushing her lips against his. He responded eagerly, furiously, as if he'd been waiting for months. He pushed her against the wall and knotted his hand in her hair, pulling back to expose her neck. He kissed and bit and sucked hungrily, desperate for relief.
Puck grabbed every part of Quinn he could reach. He could feel it: this would be his saving grace, would finally clean Rachel Fucking Berry from his system. He could feel all of the guilt and frustration and give-a-shit flowing out of him as he cupped the Cheerio's ass, pulling her closer to grind against her. He was Puckzilla, Puckasaurus Rex, goddamn it, and he was going to conquer all of McKinley and Lima ten times over now that he was himself again.
There was a noise from Mr. Schue's office, and he found himself forcefully shoved behind the piano.
Puck and Quinn peaked out, watching as the janitor shuffle around, emptying out the garbage. He couldn't help but bristle as he heard her sigh in relief and reach back for him.
"Fuck this shit," he snapped, pushing her away. He couldn't even really remember why it'd been so important to have her. "Just fuck it." With that, he walked out the door, leaving a bewildered Quinn behind him.