AN: A little Quick angst. Enjoy!

I do not own Glee, the characters or anything. I just want to share our love for Quick.

SAM MESSAGES QUINN

Sam:
quinn, i know it's none of my business, but i just have to ask to get some peace of mind.
are you and puck happening? you both just keep posting stuff about going over to each other's houses and having sleepovers or skipping school together or whatever, and i guess i just need to know. for closure, i guess.
sorry to be nosy

Quinn:

I can't answer that, Sam. Not because I don't want to or anything, because I don't know what's going to happen.
Puck didn't decide to cut me out of his life. Puck showed that even though I may have handled the situation wrong, he cared about me enough to still want me in his life somehow.
He's helping me deal with this and that's really all I can give you right now. But, I can't give you the kind of answer you're looking for. I'm sorry.

Sam:
are you kidding me?
quinn, listen to me. you think that i'm avoiding you because i don't "care about you enough"? i'm seriously hurt that you would think that. half the reason puck can still spend time with you is because he has hope that he'll change your mind. i know that it'd be stupid of me to try to win you back. but that doesn't mean that i don't want you back in my life. i mean, seriously? i can't spend time with you because of how much i miss you and still care about you. not because i'm mad, or i don't care - just because if freaking hurts, okay?

so don't be all cold and try to tell me that puck cares more because he invites you over for sleepovers. that might be his brand of "help" but it's not mine. i'd be there for you if i could, but we both know that that would just be stupid and useless.

Quinn:

and you think i don't care about you? you think i don't miss you? ask puck, whenever we're together you somehow just pop up into the conversation. i feel horrible for hanging out with him because i told you guys i wasn't choosing either of you. but it hurts me too, okay? to just loose you like that. i guess i understand, i mean if i was in your place i wouldn't want to hang out with me either. but it doesn't mean it doesn't hurt. and i know, i know i have no right to be hurt because i made this decision, i made my bed and now i have to sleep in it but it still hurts.

maybe i was naive, thinking that i could just not pick between you guys and you both still be okay with being my friend. i don't know. i don't know anything anymore. i do know that i do still miss you, sam. it's not like the feelings i had for you just went away. and i think that's what makes this so hard for me. because you really didn't deserve the way i treated you, and i'm sorry for that.

and i'm sorry for being so cold. sometimes being cold is the only way i know how to deal with things, because if i act like nothing is bothering me on the outsides, eventually my insides go numb and nothing does bother me. but you don't deserve that either. i'm sorry.

"SPANISH WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME, I SWEAR."
-posted by: Quinn

Puck saw Quinn's post on his phone during class. He was sitting right behind her so he poked her. "Hey! At least I'm at your back." He whispered.

"Shh! Don't poke me, I actually need to pay attention to this class. Or I'm gonna fail."

"Come on." He poked Quinn again. "It's Mr. Schue. You can just give him the beautiful eyes trick and you'll pass!" Puck poked her again, like she had buttons on her.

Quinn jumped a little. "Puckerman! I need to pass this class, or I can't keep being a Cheerio. And I've been down that road before, it's not fun."

Puck laughed softly then leaned forward a little closer. "Well it would be fun if you were with me." He poked her.

Quinn bit her lip to hold back her laugh. "No, I still wouldn't be a Cheerio. And then Santana will go back to thinking she's head bitch."

He scoffed. "But she's at the bottom of the pyramid. It's impossible. You'll forever be the head bitch, Fabray."

"Not if I don't pass Spanish. So instead of poking me, why not help me?"

"Well I want to but I'm really not that good. I use Google translate for my homeworks."

"Seriously? You know, I'm actually not surprised. That sounds like you." Quinn giggled softly.

Puck laughed and shrugged. "It's way easier, you know." The bell rang and Mr. Schue dismissed the class. "Wanna grab something to eat?" He stood up and carried his books with one hand, talking in a normal volume. He went in front of Quinn and waited for her.

She got up and laughed softly as she gathered her things. "It's way cheating." Quinn shook her head then nods. "Sure, food sounds good. Last thing I ate was that ice cream."

"It's not… Well, yeah it is." Puck laughed and walked out of the room with her. "Really? I think that was the last thing I tasted." He nodded with a smirk on his face as they walked down the hall.

Quinn rolled her eyes and laughed. "And it will be the last thing you'll taste. I just have to stop at my locker. I don't feel like carrying books I don't need."

"No way? Unfair." Puck pouted and looked at her through his eyelashes before chuckling. "I'm hungry." He grabbed her books from her and carried them for her. "Now let's go, I'm starving!" Puck pushed her towards the cafeteria.

Puck was sitting on the living room couch watching some good old action TV shows. He likes those kind of shows 'cause it's badass just like him. His mom was out for work, Anna and Quinn are upstairs hell knows what they're doing. But he can hear them screaming, laughing so loud that he needs to put up the volume of the television. "Keep it down, you two!" He yelled from down stairs.

Quinn had been so excited about going back to Puck's house. She really did miss Anna, and it made her feel like a little kid again to be sitting on the floor playing with Barbies. And today wasn't much different. Except today Anna had decided she wanted to play dress up. Which meant Quinn doing her hair, giving her a little make up, and her Cheerios uniform, which of course needed to be safety pinned in the back. "Come on, let's go show your brother." The little one grabbed her hand and basically pulled Quinn down the stairs. She pulled her into the living room and ran to stand in front of the tv blocking Puck's view. "Well, what do you think?" Quinn asked him with a soft smile.

Puck was watching some guy in a car and smashing himself to a brick wall. To him it was so awesome he can't take his eyes off the TV. While watching, something red and white colored thing blocked the TV that made him furrow his eyebrows. "What the hell.." He looked at the 'TV blocker' and it was his sister. His face froze. "What have you done to my sister?" He stood up and approached Anna then knelt in front of her. "No! You can't be a cheerleader! Just no!" He said while his hands on her shoulders. He was pretty upset. Anna a cheerleader? Just hell no.

Quinn put one hand on each of her hips as she raised an eyebrow at him. "And what exactly is wrong with your sister being a Cheerio?" She didn't get it. It was all done in good fun. "Besides, it's just dress up Puck." She crossed her arms over her chest as she looked down at him, still confused as to why he was so upset. Quinn wore that uniform every single day, and she had never seen anyone react like this. "Most brothers would kill to have their sisters in that uniform." She shrugged her shoulders as she plopped herself down on the couch, still looking down at him.

Puck looked up at her. "Well some brothers, like me, aren't perverts." He looked back at Anna and told her to change into a pants or shorts or whatever the hell she can wear besides the uniform. Anna went up and did what she was told. He stood up and faced Quinn. He was angry. "Don't ever do that to her again. Ok?" He sat down on his favorite spot of the couch and continued to watch TV but his eyebrows were still furrowed.

Quinn shifted in her seat to look at Puck. "What exactly is your problem?" She didn't get it. "It's a uniform. What's the big deal? I wear it all the time." Her arms were crossed over her chest once again, and there was pure aggravation written across her face. What did he really have to be mad about? She was just playing around with Anna. Giving her a chance to play dress up. It wasn't like anyone other than her, and Puck would see the little girl.

"Just.." Puck paused. "Just don't give her hope that she can become a cheerleader when she gets older. Ok?" He said it seriously to Quinn but he didn't look at her. There are times where he says a joke seriously but this time his dead fucking serious.

Quinn knew by his lack of looking at her that he was serious, but she still didn't get it. "And why not? She could have all the potential in the world to make a great Cheerio." Now even Quinn was getting annoyed. What was so wrong with his sister being a cheerleader? Quinn had been one since she was old enough to walk.

Puck turned off the TV and breathed deep to calm himself down. He still didn't look at her, he was too frustrated. "I won't allow her to be a cheerleader even if she's the most flexible person in the whole world. And that's final!" He stood up and stomped his foot all the way up to his room and slammed the door behind him.

Quinn pushed herself up from the couch. This was bullshit, she wasn't about to sit around and take it either. She walked upstairs, stopping in Anna's room to pick up her Cheerio's uniform and apologize to the little girl. Quinn threw open his door, not saying a word to him and grabbed her duffel bag. She threw her Cheerios uniform in it. She shot Puck a look that probably could have killed before slinging her bag over her shoulder, and leaving his room, slamming the door behind her. If he was going to be like this, she would just go home. Quinn ran down the stairs, and out the front door.

Puck got terrified at Quinn's glare. If anyone can give a glare that will make you pee, it was Quinn's who wins by default. Her eyes can stab you like a butcher's knife. At the time Quinn went out of his room, he almost peed his pants but then started to realize what he did wrong. So pushed himself from his bed and ran as fast as he could to catch her. She made it through the sidewalk when he caught up with her. He grabbed her arm and pulled her in his arms. "Q, I-I'm sorry." He looked at her with his big brown eyes.

Quinn felt Puck's grip before he actually came into her line of sight. The glare she had shot him was still plastered across her face, and she continued to look at him with the same pissed expression from before. "Don't touch me." Quinn pushed him as far away from her as she could, ignoring the pleading in his eyes. She was seriously angry at him, and she wasn't going to let herself fall victim to those brown eyes that she loved so much. Once Quinn was sure she was free from Puck's grip, she continued her walk down the sidewalk towards her house.

Fuck. I screwed up again.Puck thought when Quinn pushed him hard. He ran again and tried to block her with his chest. "Come on, Q. Just stop for a while." He held her by the hips tightly so she can't push herself away from him. "I'll tell why just.. Stay." He blinked a few times. "Please?"

Quinn brought her arms up to cross over her chest, only creating more of a distant between the two of them. Flicking her head back slightly, she flicked her hair out of her eyes before she looked back at Puck, glare still evident. "What, Puckerman? You have like 30 seconds before I find a way to make you let go of me." She was dead seriously, it was clear in her voice, and she knew he would understand.

Puck really wants to pee now. Quinn's terrifying glare and a change in her voice at the same time? Fuck. She's so fucking fierce right now. It's turning me on!"Uh.. Remember when I told you I taught her how to punch? It was because there were boys at her school that were.." He paused and looked at a different direction. "A lot like me." He loosened his grip and stepped back away from her. "I don't want some boy all in her business and stuff." He shook his head. He opened and closed his mouth not knowing what to say anymore, so he looked at his feet. "If.. If you want to leave, I'll understand."

Her expression softened at his words. It was nice to see how much he really cared about Anna. See, he would have made a great father. No, stop it. Quinn dropped her arms and reached out to grab his hands. "I understand where you're coming from. But don't you think you over reacted just a little? The way you were acting was like all us cheerleaders are a bunch of sluts or something. It kind of hurt my feelings." Quinn shrugged her shoulders as she let go of his arms and brought her arms to wrap around her own chest, feeling the cool winter air.

"I'm sorry. But I wasn't saying or implying that cheerleaders are sluts. I'm just saying.. You guys kinda attract more. You know? Those skirts.." Puck gestured to her duffel bag where her Cheerios uniform was. "I just want to take them off you and do naughty things to you." Shit. Did I just say that? "I just don't want her to meet a guy like me who caused a lot of trouble to a certain cheerleader too." He looked at Quinn rubbing his mohawk. "But I really like you, Q. You have no idea." He stepped forward, leaving no space in between them, and he hugged her.

Quinn couldn't stop her eyes from half bugging out of her head at Puck's statement. So that's what he thinks about our skirts. She shook her head trying to get the image out of her head. "I completely understand, she's your little sister. You just want to look out for her." Quinn dropped her bag on the ground as she wrapped her arms around Puck in a hug. "I like you too, Puck. A lot." She mumbled into his chest with a soft smile. She did like him, and she did care about him. And although she wanted to look up and just kiss him right now, she wasn't ready for all of it.

Puck smiled and not just the ordinary smile, it was the Fabray smile. It was getting colder outside. He pulled away slowly and looked down at her. "Let's go inside?" He grabbed Quinn's duffel bag from the floor and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, side hugging her to keep her warm until they get inside the house.

Quinn smiled at they walked back to his house. "I really should get going home, it's getting late." She was exhausted. It was her first day back at school after break, and Coach definitely hadn't gone easy on her during Cheerios practice. Her way of making up for her missing the last two. And she was still emotionally drained, although she expected that.

Puck stopped walking, causing Quinn to stop as well. "Alright. Let's get you home." Good thing he had his keys in his pocket and took it out. He pulled Quinn to his truck and the drove all the way to her house with their hand's fingers tangled. Puck kissed Quinn on the cheek before letting her go out of the truck and in her house.

AN: Quick smut after the next chapter! I can't wait for you guys to read it! :3