Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. Or anything Glee related.

Author's Note: This is in Quinn's POV.

"Is it true that you're rekindling your relationship with Puck? Your former baby daddy?" That Jew-fro kid was annoying as hell. His camera was totally nosing me up but all the same heat reached up to my cheeks but I totally brushed it off. It was really awkward 'cause Sam was right next to me. His expression was like, "Huh?"

"No." I lied.

"But my sources have confirmed that you two went to Lima Bean last Friday and hooked up in his car."

"I don't know what you're talking about. Now shut the hell up." I said, grabbing his shirt and shoving him out to the halls. Jew-Fro frowned and walked away, filming some other stuff and interviewing some other people. Sam looked unsure. I continued to act like nothing happened. Sam shrugged the feeling off.

"So what're we gonna wear to the Halloween Dance this Friday?" I slammed my locker door shut and faced him. "I don't know. What are you going to be going as?" I said, pretending to be interested. The Halloween Dance was well a halloween themed prom but you get to wear anything just as long it was a costume. There was a Scream Queen and Scream King but no one wanted to be that because people usually voted for someone ugly and repulsive at the school and at the end the jocks would hurl slushies at their faces. It was really lame. Nobody really went but when I was a freshman here Principal Figgins made it mandatory that everyone would go. Plus it was an excuse for all the slutty girls in school to dress in very racy outfits. Last year Santana went as Catwoman and Brittany as Wonder Woman. I heard Santana once said that she wanted to use Wonder Woman's rope/whip and use it to wrap it into a yarn with her and Brittany inside it. But Sam seemed psyched about it. "I'm thinking…Jason…or maybe a Na'vi." I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Last year Finn went as Frankenstein and me as his bride. A ginger named Francine won the title as Scream Queen because she looked like Medusa with her crazy red hair, skeleton frame, pale, pasty skin and enormous blue eyes. She transferred to a new school because of it.

"Sounds great." I said, I could hear that I was excited but I didn't feel it. Sam grinned. "So who are you going as?"

"You tell me." I said flirtatiously. Sam leaned against the lockers and pulled me closer. I could smell his cologne from where I was standing. He smelled like some expensive Armani perfume. It was making me dizzy. I touched his cheek with my palm and he thought I was gonna kiss him but I dodged out of the way as soon as he could. "PDA." I whispered. He grinned even more. "Yeah." He muttered to himself and advanced again. It was a near miss. I sort of pushed him back. "Sam, I'm not that kind of girl." It almost sounded as pissed as I was.

Sam looked pretty alarmed. "Sorry." The bell rang and I said, "I gotta get to class." I said and pushed through the crowd. I didn't feel guilty but I did feel bad because I just left him standing there. He looked pretty stunned. When I was out of Sam's view Puck walked alongside me. We were going to the same class. "Hey." He said, holding out his hand so I could give him my books.

"Hey." I replied.

"You going to the dance?" He asked.

"It's mandatory."

"Yeah, I know. So who are you going as?"

"I don't know yet."

"I remember last year. You were Frankenstein's bride. And you still looked hot." He commented with a sly smile. I gave him a friendly punch on the shoulder. "And you manned the fruit punch bowl in a butler suit." I added. I remember Puck pouring punch to everyone since it was his punishment when he got caught shaving a freshman's head and Crazy Glued a blonde wig on his head. He looked really miserable. He frowned slightly but his face lit up; thinking at how weird it was. "Yeah, guess I did."

"So who are you going as?"

"I'm going as a freaking Jedi. I'm gonna carry a freaking lightsaber with me if anyone decides to mess with the Puckzilla. Or you."

"Sam's going as Jason."

"Voorhees? He can't pull that off." He said with a snort. "He should go as Jaws."

"That's mean."

"You should go as…like…Grace Kelly." He suggested.

"But she was fat." I emphasized the word FAT.

"Was. But she was like…famous and stuff. Think about it, she was totally hot. But you'll play the hotter version of her."

"Tempting. I don't know, I'll have to think about it."

We stepped inside the chemistry lab and our lab teacher was going on and on about chemistry and the periodic table of elements and stuff. I did start thinking about Puck's suggestion. Grace Kelly one of the most famous actresses of her time. She was blonde, beautiful and talented and so was I. She was like a sophisticated old money girl and I could definitely pull that off. And after that idea I started on famous actors that would totally fit Puck. First, was Brad Pitt. The second was Leonardo DiCaprio circa Titanic and last was James Dean. Puck could pull that look off. I looked over to him and I started fantasizing about Puck in really tight white shirt and jeans. He sensed that I was looking at him and he winked at me. I could feel the heat reaching up my cheeks. I pinched myself to stop from smiling. Eventually, the bell rang and I hurried off to glee club. I sat with Sam with Puck behind us. I could tell he was seething mad but I needed to act like nothing was happening.

"I was thinking Avril Lavigne."

I raised my eyebrow. "What?"

"You could pull that look off. Wear a skirt and…get all crazy with your makeup and with the eyeshadow. Like, you wear gloves and these totally cut goth boots that I saw at the ninety nine cent store the other day. I think those would fit you. And you wear black lipstick and these pink highlights. It's like a Jason and goth girl prenup."

"Okay, first of all, Avril Lavigne is a pop punk princess. She's not goth and second of all, she has raccoon eyes and third, what the hell were you thinking?"

Sam looked pretty shocked. "I thought that…"

"What? You thought what?"

"Nothing."

I rolled my eyes. "Wait, is this what happened a while ago?" Sam said, taking my hand.

"Um…I don't know." I said sarcastically.

"Okay, I'm sorry. Really. About what happened."

"Fine."

"So - " He was cut off when Mr. Schue entered the room. "Good news! Figgins asked us to perform at the Halloween Dance!"

Everyone looked nauseated. Mr. Schue's face was plastered into an enthusiastic smile. He waited for everyone's response to match his. His face slowly melted into a somewhat confused look. "Guys?"

"As psyched as you are Mr. Schue we're not performing at the Halloween Dance." Mercedes said, crossing her arms.

"Why not? The Halloween Dance is fun!"

"The Halloween Dance looks like a some perverted mental child's costumed orgy fantasy." Santana drawled, reverting her eyes to Mr. Schue.

"C'mon guys, it'll be fun. Some of the school board's benefactors will be there and one of them especially is into the performing arts. If they some the glee club alive and well then we get money for our costumes for Regionals." Mr. Schue reasoned. No one still seemed interested. Not even Rachel who had the trauma of being nominated again as the Scream Queen. She was in fact nominated when she was a freshman but didn't win.

"Look Mr. Schue, I appreciate your bravado approach on us performing at the Halloween Dance but it's not going to happen. Usually I'd perform out of all odds but the Halloween Dance is just out of the question. We're still at the bottom of the McKinley High social ladder and performing at a socially degrading school event is just going to ruin us." Rachel said, her tone desperate and pleading.

"They'll throw slushies at us." Arite added. "And October's cold enough dawg and we don't need no slushies to turn us into ice cubes."

Soon everyone in the glee club was shouting protests and Mr. Schue was covering his ears. "Enough! Everyone's doing the Halloween Dance and that's final! Now, when I was in glee club performing at the Halloween Dance was one of the…it was so fun. Everyone had fun and…over the years it's been more of a joke than one of the most celebrated McKinley High traditions. Even if performing means getting slushied everyday, we stand up for the underdogs because that's who we are. We won because we had extraordinary talent and we were underdogs." Everyone in the room seemed practically buzzed. "Now, for the group number, we're gonna have…Santana, Brittany and Mercedes. And we're gonna sing…Disturbia by Rihanna. And each of you is gonna sing a song of your choice. Either with a partner or threesome…it's your choice." I heard Puck snigger at the word threesome.

"So…let's rehearse!" Mr. Schue continued.

The dreaded Halloween Dance finally reached it's peak and the glee club looked pretty hyped. I wasn't going as Avril. No damn way. I've already talked to my personal shopper and she just shipped in a beautiful, elegant champagne colored dress. Sam already sent me the photos of what he was going to look like in his Jason Voorhees costume and I had to admit it was pretty hot. He wasn't allowed to bring a real machete, instead he brought in a hockey stick. Puck didn't talk to me at all but he sent me texts saying he wished this Halloween Dance thing would be over. The glee club number was awesome and the outfits were very Rihanna-esque. Santana, Brittany and I got ready at Brittany's house.

"Pass me the weird hat thing Britts." Santana said, holding out her hand.

Santana was dressed as a sexy candy striper and Brittany as Marilyn Monroe. Santana looked at me and said, "Who're you supposed to be?"

"Grace Kelly."

"Wasn't she fat?" Santana asked.

"She was. But she was famous. And beautiful." I said.

Santana rolled her eyes. "She was."

It was almost eight when we got to the gym. I had to admit, the gymnasium had been transformed into some sort of creepy dance party place. Like an abandoned mansion in which everybody trashed, put on speakers, bright red walls and several other booths. There were kegs that spewed out Cherry Coke and Coach Sylvester was in a vampire tracksuit outfit and checking the punch and the kegs if they've been spiked. Jay-Z was blasting out the speakers and for a change, it looked actually fun. The dance floor was occupied by the students in their costumes. I even saw some nerd in a sheet and some other nerd wrapped in toilet paper. I saw Puck in a very James Dean-esque outfit. He was leaning against the wall, casually sipping Coke and talking with Finn, Mike and Artie.

Then someone taped me on the shoulder. I turned around and saw a guy in a hockey mask. Sam lifted his mask and he raised his hockey stick and said, "Hey!" then he pulled me in a bear hug. The pearls on my neck bore on my clavicle. "So…what do you think?" He said, turning around and showing off his outfit. "It's great."

"Who are you supposed to be?"

"Grace Kelly."

"Who's that?"

"An Oscar winner." I said, my little inside joke. "Wow." He whistled. "You look really pretty."

"Thanks. And you look like a serial killer." He smiled.

"We're on in about an hour. You wanna dance?" He asked, offering his hand. "Sure."

We headed out on to the dance floor and honestly, it was like dancing with one of my friends. But it was fun, nonetheless. Then Ne-yo's "Genuine Only" came on and I fell in love with that song, just not with the guy who was dancing with me. He was like my little seemingly gay brother. I could tell he was enjoying himself too much. "I'm gonna get some punch." Sam said. The second Sam was gone, Puck showed up. "So you took my Grace Kelly advice." He said, swaying subtly.

"Yeah. I guess I did. And you took my James Dean advice."

"Yeah. Guess I did. But with a lightsaber." He said, holding up a Force FX blue lightsaber. "And you look beautiful."

Beautiful was way better than pretty. I grinned. "Listen, I'm gonna get ready for the performance." He said, lowering his tone so only I could hear. "Will you dance with me later? With the approval of your…male lady friend?"

I split into a laugh. "Yeah. Guess so."

Puck walked off with the other glee kids and Sam came up and handed me a drink. "So who were you talking to earlier?"

"Puck. He just asked me if he wanted to dance later…with your approval."

Sam swallowed but nodded. I grabbed his hand and said, "We need to get ready." We wove through the crowd and got ready backstage. Most of the glee kids were already dressed and ready and doing vocal warm-ups. Kurt did my hair and Brittany did my make-up. I had the pre-show rush and everyone was feeling it too. Five minutes to the performance, Mr. Schue dressed in his usual teacher's outfit came out and greeted us. "Now I know some of you regret performing, but keeping on pushing through. I know you're gonna bring down the house."

"Where's your costume Mr. Schue?" Brittany asked.

"I didn't have time to prepare. But you guys are going to kill it!" Then onstage, we heard Principal Figgins' monotone announced us onstage.

The music throbbed like it wasn't going to end and it was killer, to have that much adrenaline in your veins was impossible. The crowd was seriously hyped.

When the song ended the crowd went crazy. We rushed backstage and I gave Sam a big hug, completely on impulse. He seemed to like it, maybe too much. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Puck frowning but before anyone saw his expression he started shouting "That was freaking awesome!". I changed back into my Grace Kelly costume. Sam, Brittany, Santana and I went to the dance floor to dance again. Most of the New Directions were doing numbers and I wondered if Puck was going to do one. At that time Finn was doing Chris Brown's "Forever" with Rachel. With each passing minute, one by one the New Directions were giving out great performances. Then, as if someone had electrified me I turned my head to the stage and saw a grand piano. Puck was sitting behind there with Santana. I poked Sam on the ribs and said, "Hey. Santana's going to sing."

Puck:

Hello world, hope you're listening

Forgive me if I'm young, I'm speaking out in turn

But there's someone I've been missing

And I think they could be the better half of me

They're in the wrong place, trying to make it right

But I'm tired of justifying

So I say to you

come home, come home

'Cause I've been waiting for you, for so long, for so long

And right now there's a war between the vanities

But all I see is you and me

And the fight for you is all I've ever known

so come home

Santana:

I get lost in the beauty of everything I see

The world ain't half as bad as they paint it to be

For the sons, all the daughters, stop to take it in

Well hopefully the hate subsides and the love can begin

It might start right now, yeah

Or maybe I'm just dreaming out loud

But until then

come home, come home

'Cause I've been waiting for you, for so long, so long

And right now there's a war between the vanities

But all I see is you and me

And the fight for you is all I've ever known, ever known

so come home

Both:

Everything I can't be, is everything you should be

And that's why I need you here

Everything I can't be, is everything you should be

And that's why I need you here

Both:

So hear this now

come home, come home

'Cause I've been waiting for you, for so long, so long

And right now there's a war between the vanities

But all I see is you and me

And the fight for you is all I've ever known, ever known

so come home, come home

We locked eyes the whole song and it seemed that Santana was singing it to someone even though she didn't have a boyfriend right now. It looked like she was singing to someone next to me but that meant Sam. Or Brittany. A few minutes later, Puck showed up next to Sam while we were dancing. "So what did you guys think about our performance? Did it suck?"

"No. It was awesome man." Sam monotoned. Then Puck said, "May I have this dance?" I looked up at Sam and he nodded and sped away. Then the speakers blasted a slow jam. My heart raced as soon as I put my arms around Puck's neck. "Do you think he'll get jealous?" He whispered in my ear. "Of course he will." I could hear him smirk.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and held me closer to his face. "My place? Or yours?" He whispered.

I giggled. And I barely even giggle anymore. "That was hot." He said again.

"Listen, after this…like…maybe for future reference. We should hang out again."

"Hang out?"

"Yeah."

"I'd love to."

"Will you and Sam be over by then?"

"Yes. Definitely."

I pulled my face closer to his until he was jerked away. "Hey! That's my girl!" Sam pushed Puck again. "Hey! Stop it man!" Puck said, taking on defensive. Now Sam insisted on picking a fight and I assumed Coach Sylvester was there but after the back and forth of "Shut up!" and "That's my girl you were trying to kiss!" and all that other stuff. Then fists flew and I yelled, "Stop!" It was blur of colors and rage and my voice was lost the sea of bodies which had formed around them. Then Sam picked up his hockey stick and Puck went down. My heart stopped beating and I shouted, even louder, "Stop it!" The noise of silence filled my ears and everything stopped. I could hear nothing but my heavy breathing. Coach Sylvester burst through the doors and grabbed Sam by his jacket. "You! Lady Bieber! Out!"

Puck was on the floor, Finn, Rachel and Mike were kneeling down and asking if he was okay. I ran to him and he was nursing his arm. "Shit. The kid's got aim." He said, throwing a weak smile when he saw me.

"Can you lift up your arm?" Mike asked.

Puck's face twisted into a painful way and he was concentrated on his arm. "Ow. I think it's broken."

"Yeah. Let's get you to a hospital man." Finn said and they lifted Puck up and went through the halls and I was left kneeling with Rachel with me. "C'mon Quinn. Let's go."

I felt like I couldn't breathe. I couldn't believe that Sam would do that. To Puck. To anyone. I felt the blood drain from my body.

Rachel lifted me up and said, "C'mon Quinn. Let's go after them." She handed me a pink handkerchief. "This is to wipe your tears."

Out of all the shock, grief and rage, it was funny. It was funny because out of this worrying about Puck, I hadn't realized I was crying.

Now that I had, I went with Rachel and the rest of the glee club to the hospital where Puck was. My eyes were burning and I knew I looked horrible with my smeared-from-crying-makeup. "Hey Quinn. Stop crying. It's going to be alright." Rachel said.

After awhile she asked, "Why are you crying? Is it about Sam?"

"No. It's about Puck."

"Oh. Were you…are you two dating?"

"No. We would…date…as soon as…I broke up with Sam."

"So why didn't you?"

"He just couldn't take a hint."

"Well, he's going to be alright."

"I know. I just don't know how everybody's going to take it once they know. Sam especially."

"Well, it's not like he'd come here and finish the job."

I laughed bitterly. "Do you care about him?" Rachel asked.

"Yeah. Why else would I be crying? I know that he's going to be alright, it's just…I've…I've never seen him in pain, physically."

"He'll be fine."

When we got to the hospital, we got through the reception area and before I could go to Puck's hospital room, I saw Sam outside. I

stopped in my tracks. He approached me and said, "I think we need to talk."