Over the next two weeks, Rachel and Puck had been spending a lot of time together and if Rachel was being honest, she had been enjoying it. Spending time with Puck helped her get her mind off Quinn and she actually had fun hanging out with the boy. They went to the movies, the park, went out for dinner and he would often walk her to class.
Of course that euphoria was only temporary and as soon as she returned home or had to hang out with Quinn, those feelings would come back. But in the long run, spending time with Puck was really helping Rachel. People had noticed all the time the two spent together and assumed they were dating. Neither of them denied the allegation. Most people (teachers included) either didn't care or were happy that Puck was spending so much time with Rachel that they didn't have to deal with his shenanigans on a daily basis. Only one person seemed to be unhappy with McKinley's new couple.
Quinn often found herself sending daggers in Puck's direction when she saw him. She hadn't liked the fact that Rachel had been focusing a lot of her attention on Puck. Whenever she saw his huge arm draped across her small frame in school, she had the urge to punch him in the face. Quinn tried to focus on studying and on her relationship with Finn but there was this nagging feeling in the back of her head whenever she thought about "Puckleberry".
It's good Rachel has a boyfriend now. She deserves it, right? Well, he doesn't deserve her. Woah, where did that come from? I shouldn't be so fixated on this. Why am I so fixated on this?
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It was Thursday after school and Quinn was hanging out at Santana's place with Santana and Brittany. Quinn sat Indian style on the floor in Santana's bedroom while Brittany and Santana lay on the bed with Brittany's head in Santana's lap. Santana threaded her fingers through Brittany's hair while Brittany scanned over this month's edition of Seventeen. The two of them were sickeningly cute and it succeeded in annoying Quinn further.
Quinn found herself so lost in thought that she hadn't noticed Santana had been trying to have a conversation with her.
"Hello! Earth to Q!" yelled Santana.
"Huh, what?" stuttered Quinn, her head snapping up.
"I said–you know what, never mind. You're obviously distracted. What's got your panties in a twist anyway?"
"She misses Rachel, San," said Brittany, flicking through her magazine.
Satana sniggered, "Well why don't you invite Gay Berry over? Maybe then we can force a smile out of you."
Quinn rolled her eyes but didn't hesitate to slip out her phone to text Rachel.
TO RACHEL:
"Hey, I'm at Santana's place with her and B. They're being all sappy and cute again. Do you wanna come round?"
Quinn's phone buzzed 30 seconds later, signalling a reply from Rachel.
FROM RACHEL:
"Aw, I would love to hang out with you guys but Noah came over and brought dvds. We're watching Tangled! Maybe some other time? "
Quinn frowned. She could just imagine Rachel squealing that sentence.
Of course, she'd be with Puck.
Quinn sent Rachel a quick reply back and then threw her phone back in her bag.
"So I'm guessing the midget wasn't free," commented Santana, noticing Quinn's sour expression.
"Don't call her that," snapped Quinn.
"Woah! Calm your tits, Tubbers. I didn't mean anything by it," Santana said with her hands up.
"Sorry. It's just, we haven't been hanging out much since she spends so much time with Puck now," Quinn said standing up and pacing the room.
"I mean what makes Puck so special? He hasn't been there when she's needed it. He probably doesn't know what her favourite animal is or her favourite colour or that she bites her lip when she gets nervous about something. He just waltzes in with his dumb hair and has her all smitten. I hardly see her anymore because she's always draped around that...boy!"
"And that bothers you because...?"
"Because she's my best friend, Santana! Is it so wrong to want some of her attention?" Quinn spat back, throwing her arms in her air angrily.
"You're sure that's the only reason, Q?"
"What are you talking about, Santana?" Quinn asked with fire in her eyes.
Santana sighed deeply and rubbed her temples.
"Never mind. You'll get it eventually," she said muttering the last part to herself.
For a smart girl, Q sure is oblivious to her own feelings. She's totes got the hots for Berry. It's painful to watch this. If the way her face flushes in the Cheerios locker room or the way she drools over the dwarf like a love struck puppy isn't an indication that she is obviously the long lost lovechild of Elton John and Ellen DeGeneres, then I don't know what is.
"Ugh. I mean, she forgot our sleepover last Friday because Puck took her go-carting and god knows where else late at night and I guess she was having too much fun with him to call to cancel or anything. We've been having those sleepovers since we were kids and that's always been how it is. Puck is stealing all her time away and what am I supposed to do, huh? I hardly see her anymore after school or on the weekends and I end up having to call her first when I want to talk," Quinn rambled, more to herself than the other two girls.
Oh God, is she still talking? This girl has some serious denial problems.
"Are you guys even listening to me?" Quinn yelled.
"Huh? Oh. Yeah, totes. Puck. Asshole. Bad. Yup," said Santana.
Brittany just looked beyond confused.
"Ugh, forget it. I'm gonna get a drink. Do you guys want anything?"
The other two Cheerios shook their heads and Quinn marched out of the room and closed the door, muttering incoherent words to herself.
"San, didn't you say Quinn was a pressed orange?" Brittany whispered dubiously to Santana while Quinn was gone.
"She's a pressed lemon, babe," Santana said smiling at her girlfriend.
"What's the difference?"
"I'll tell you later, B. Looks like Quinn is on her crazy bitch rampage right now."
"She's a unicorn, isn't she?"
"The gayest of them all, Britt. She'll get her head out of her ass one day and notice the rainbows she emits when she breathes."
"And then she can get her sweet lady kisses on with Rachel, right?"
Santana sniggered, "Sure, B. Let's just hope she doesn't have to burst into flames first to notice she's got it bad for Berry."
"You two better not be naked in there!" rang Quinn's voice from the other end of the closed door.
"Come on in, Sunshine!" hollered Santana.
Yup, definitely a pressed lemon.
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"Okay, guys. Good job today. Remember, try and brainstorm more Journey songs that might sound good for Sectionals!"
As Mr Schue concluded that day's Glee session, the members of New Directions started grabbing their bags and heading out.
"Hey, Quinn," said Rachel brightly.
Quinn couldn't help but smile at seeing her. She really had missed her best friend.
"Hey, Rach."
"So, Noah's hosting a party tonight just for the Glee Club. I was wondering if you'd be interested in going. We could go back to your place afterwards and have our sleepover as normal," Rachel said.
Quinn frowned slightly. Puck's parties were a codename for "everyone's going to get wasted". Rachel Berry and alcohol? The two weren't a very common mix. After last year's extravaganza where she got drunk and ended up making out with Blaine, Quinn didn't assume Rachel would be up for drinking. But then again, Puck really seemed to be bringing her out of her shell.
I might as well go to keep an eye on her. Yeah.
"Sure, why not? I can pick you up at about 8 if you want," Quinn said.
"Oh, I assumed you would want to go there with Finn."
Oh, crap. Finn. My boyfriend. Well he can meet me there. He'll probably want to hang out with Sam and Puck at the party.
"I'm sure Finn wouldn't mind if I just met him at the party.
"Oh, okay. I'll see you at 8 then," Rachel beamed.
Quinn nodded just as Puck came over and slung an arm around Rachel's shoulder. Quinn resisted the urge to tear that arm off.
Get a grip, Quinn...On his neck. Wait, what?
"Hey, Baby Mama," Puck said giving Quinn a small smile.
"Puck," Quinn replied sending him a nod in return.
You could cut the tension with a knife. Puck realised this and decided to pretend he couldn't feel the daggers Quinn was throwing in his direction. He instead focused his attention back on Rachel.
"Urm, you ready to go, Jew Babe?"
"Yeah, Noah. Let's go. I'll see you later Quinn," Rachel said waving.
"See you, Rach."
Well tonight is going to be interesting.
A/N: Quinn really is a pressed lemon, right? More Faberry angst to come. You guys said you would like some jealous!quinn so watch out for the next chapter. Keep reviewing! Much thanks.
-Seena