AN: Puck and Quinn meet the new kid, Jack Oliver, in different and unusual ways.

Jack, the new kid, is Dave's secret boyfriend and is played by Mitch Hewer.

To the love of my life- my Quinnie,
I love you so much. I need you back, you have no idea. I really, really miss us too :( We can make new memories if you want. Because I would love that.
Love,
Your badass Noah

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

Puck came in the locker room from is daily jog. He was all sweaty and tired just the way he likes it. He removed his shirt without sleeves and noticed Sam was in there. "Hey Sam! What's up?" Goes to his locker and puts out a towel and dries himself.

Jack heard one of the guys he knew was on the football team come into the locker room. He couldn't find his cellphone for anything, and he was getting frustrated. He heard the guy talking to someone and he didn't think there was anyone else in the room with them but he must have walked in and Jack just didn't notice. He just kept rummaging through his locker, trying not to eavesdrop.

"Dude!" He said and patted Jack on the back not knowing it wasn't Sam. "Don't tell me you're still mad at me." Puck sat down on the bench and took off his shoes.

Jack straightened up when the guy patted his back, banging his head on the top of his locker. Fuck.He cursed, rubbing the back of his head. "What are you talking about?" He asked the guy, finally seeing that his cellphone was on the top level of his locker. Of course it is. He thought to himself.

"Woah. Don't need to curse. I'm sorry about Q. Ok? It's just I really like her." Puck was still not looking at the guy. He pulled down his shorts and approached him and put his hand on his shoulder. "I hope you understand. She means a lot to me."

Jack shook his head, reaching for his phone. "I don't know what… Oh." He realized what the guy was thinking. "You think I'm Sam.." He turned around and saw the guy's face change, nodding. "Yeah.. sorry, I'm Jack.. I'm new here."

Puck backed off, pulling his hand with him. "Oh.. Sorry about that, dude. It's just, you have the same hair as him." He laughed at his realization. "Anyway, I'm Puck." He offered his hand for a shake.

"It's okay.. not the first time it's happened."Jack reached out to shake his hand. "Nice to meet you. I've heard a lot about you." He thought back to Dave trying to teach him about football.

Puck laughed some more. "Aren't you tired of it?" He rubbed his mohawk after the shake. "Really? What have you heard so far?" He said going to his locker putting his shorts and shoes in.

"A little, but Sam's a pretty cool guy from what I've heard, so I guess I could look like worse people… like that Jacob kid." He shrugged. "Oh, Dave was just telling me that you play football and you're a…. uh…" He tried to think what Dave told him but he couldn't remember. "a.. shit idk. A girl in my Trig class said that you're — and I quote— " Using his best girl voice. "Like totally hot with a killer 6-pack, and a kid in my English class said that you're pretty cool but to try and get on your good side, because otherwise you'd 'slushie' me, or throw me into the dumpsters. Dave said you don't do that anymore, though." Jack blushed, sort of embarrassed about how much he knew about Puck, wagering that Puck probably knew nothing about him.

Puck was speechless after hearing Jack talk about him. "Wow. And you knew all that in a span of two days? What are you an undercover cop or something? Impressive." He laughed then nodded. "And by the way, I do have a killer 6-pack." He rubbed his abs, still glistening from the sweat. "And I only throw people in the dumpster if they mess with me or they mess with people I care. And I think Karofsky said I'm a stud. Right?" He laughed. "So Karofsky and you are friends? How'd you two meet?"

Jack laughed as Puck rubbed his abs. He could definitely appreciate that Puck was hot, not that he'd ever tell him that, but he wasn't Jack's type. "Nah, I'm not a cop. I'm actually in a Canadian mob. They're like the Italian ones, but much more dangerous. Have you ever heard of a Canadian mobster? Exactly. Because they're top secret." He grinned, putting the rest of his stuff away and shutting his locker. "Now that you mention it, Dave did say you were pretty studly." He chuckled. "Uh, we kinda just ran into each other and started talking one day. He's a pretty nice guy." He didn't say anything else, not knowing if people were supposed to know that Dave got thrown out of his house.

Puck laughed at Jack's humor. He has a feeling he'll like this guy. "Well if you'll help me, I would like to apply for the Canadian mobsters. They say I look like one and absolutely act like one, stud." He laughed some more. "Cool. Karofsky's pretty awesome but sometimes he can be an ass." He took off his undies and tossed it in his locker then pulling out his towel. "Which reminds me.." He closed his locker and faced Jack totally nude. Puck doesn't really mind getting nude in the locker room', as long as there were no gay kids. "I heard from the other football guys that some blonde new kid wants to join football. Is that you?"

Jack sat on the bench, looking down at his phone." I dunno man, once you're in it, you're in it for life." He grinned, and then it faltered when Puck said Dave was an ass. "and Uh, yeah, that's me I guess." He shrugged, seriously doubting letting Dave persuade him to actually try out for the football team.

"I'm totally in then!" Puck laughed. "Well go for it! It would be awesome to have a new member." He nodded at Jack.

"Eh, I don't really know anything about football.. I'm kinda just trying out because Dave said that I should, and I sort of told the other guys I was a kicker…" Jack shrugged, not knowing why he was telling Puck all of this, but he had a feeling he was really going to like him.

"Come on!" Puck sat right next to Jack on the bench and put his arm around his shoulder. "Think about it.. All those girls gonna line up just to date you." He was putting his free hand in front of them. "The people watching you and cheering for you. Especially the cheerleaders with their skirts." He bit his lip at the thought of Quinn in her Cheerios uniform.

Dave realized halfway out to Azimio's car that he'd forgotten his gym bag in the locker room. He said he'd be right back and walked back into the school, heading to the locker room and pausing outside the door when he heard voices. One of them was undeniably Jack's voice, he'd recognize it anywhere, so he swung open the door with a smile on his face. His smile fell when he saw Puck, completely naked, with his arm wrapped around Jack.

"What, the fuck." Dave whispered, staring at the two of them. "What, the FUCK."

"Dave." Jack shook Puck's arm off and walked toward him, trying to speak as low as possible. "Don't overreact."

"Oh hey, Karofsky!" Puck was shocked when Jack shook off his arm and walked toward Dave. "Dude, why didn't you tell me you had a new friend?" Puck stood up. "He's pretty cool and he should definitely join the team! I like him already." He nodded and smiled at Dave.

Dave ignored Puck and turned towards Jack, trying not to let the anger and disappointment show on his face.

"Don't overreact?" He said angrily, trying not to shout. "I was only gone for ten fuckingminutes…and you're hooking up with Puckerman?" He hissed the last part so that Puck would only be able to hear it if he was straining to listen. His fists were clenched at his side, aching to throw a punch, but he wasn't sure who exactly his intended target would be.

Jack glanced towards Puck. "You should probably put some clothes on, dude." And he looked back at Dave. "Stop it. Seriously. Do you have any idea how ridiculous that sounded? Puck is straight. Even I know he's hooked up with every girl in the school and I've been here for 3 days. "He reached down and grabbed Dave's hands. "So stop."

"Uhh.. I have a feeling I'm not wanted in here. Anyway, I'll take a shower. I was supposed to be taking one a long time ago but then Sam, I mean Jack here distracted me." He laughed and patted Jack's back. "Good seeing you again, Karofsky." Puck went to the shower area to take a shower.

When Puck touched Jack again Dave nearly leaped at him, but Jack's hands on his stopped him from lunging and attacking the other boy.

"What the hell, Jack? Why was he naked and why was he touching you?" He practically roared, grasping Jack's shoulders as he demanded answers.

"Am I not enough for you? Did you have to upgrade to a newer, buffer, and funnier model?"

Jack couldn't help but laugh at Dave's comment. "Oh, stop. You know you're enough for me. He laughed, feeling in a good mood, and trying to put Dave back in a good mood. Besides, Puck's not my type. "Jack moved his hands to Dave's shoulders, still smiling up into his eyes.

"Puck's everyone's type." He mumbled. The anger dissipating when Jack looked up into his eyes. "I just, fuck…I got jealous when I saw him touching you. I seriously wanted to rip his throat out, throw you up against the lockers, and claim you as mine."He said as he wrapped his arms around Jack, gently pushing him into the closet locker and burying his face in his neck.

"I'm sorry I didn't trust you." He mumbled into Jack's neck, kissing his neck lightly as his hands wrapped around Jack's waist.

Jack laughed and shook his head. "He's got nicer abs than I do. I don't like. "Jack pulled Dave's face back holding it between his hands. "It's okay. But just for future reference, you're the only one I want." He reached up on tip-toes and pressed his lips to Dave's, smiling into their kiss.

Puck finished showering and drying himself with his towel so he went back to his locker. He froze. He sees Dave and Jack kissing, being intimate in the boy's locker room. "WHAT THE FUUUCK!" He yelled and quickly wrapped the towel around his waist. "You.. You two are.. Gay? Karofsky?" His eyebrows are so furrowed it was a brand new look for Puck.

Dave pulled away from Jack so abruptly that he nearly toppled over the bench, turning to look towards Puck. He was horrified that they'd been caught but he was also pissed at the look on Puckerman's face, like it was so damn horrible that he'd walked in on them kissing. Jesus christ, it wasn't like they'd been fucking right in the middle of the locker room.

"You got a fucking problem, Puckerman?" He seethed, clenching his fists at his side as he got up in Puck's face, anger boiling over. "DO YOU?" He shoved him backwards, preparing for a fight if one happened to happen.

Jack moved in between Dave and Puck, pushing them both apart. "Stop, Dave." He turned to Puck. "Please don't say anything, Puck. Please." He was a little hurt the way Puck was looking at him, so he turned back to look at Dave, taking his hand to where Puck couldn't see and rubbing soothing circles into the back of Dave's hand with his thumb.

Puck pushed Jack to the side a little and wanted to talk to Dave. "So all this time when you were drunk, everything you were saying about Kurt and you were true.. Dude, why didn't you just tell me? I thought we were somehow friends. We've known each other since kindergarten." He was hurt. Dave keeping a secret from him like this was a bad thing because it's a part of Dave's identity. "You know Kurt's one of my boys now, why didn't you just tell me? I wouldn't have told anyone, not even Q." He looked at him seriously.

Dave felt the anger spike when Puck pushed Jack away, but when he started talking it all dissipated and he remembered all of things he'd blurted out when he was drunk, and how much of it Puck had actually heard. He looked over at Jack in alarm, hoping he wouldn't pick up on what Puck had said about Kurt, before turning back to Puck and trying to think of what to say.

"You were just as bad as I used to be," He started, trying to explain why he hadn't felt comfortable telling him. "…and it's not like we're close friends or anything, we barely tolerated each other before. I never really told anybody, Jack kind of found out, Kurt assumed, and Azimo found out when I hit him. I don't really do the whole 'share your feelings' crap, it's not badass man." He shrugged his shoulders, "plus I didn't know how you'd react. Can you blame me for not wanting it advertised all over school? We live in Lima,dude."

"Yeah sure I was bad as you but I changed. And now I know you changed too." Puck looked at Jack. "I guess it's not in my place to be mad at you for not telling me. I'm not your friend anyway, right?" He shrugged. "Just be careful next time. Someone who can spill your secret might see." He patted his shoulders and went to his locker to change.

Dave felt bad about the friend comment and sighed, sitting down on the bench.

"I didn't mean it like that, I just mean we never had the kind of friendship that you and Hudson had, where you tell each other things. I appreciate everything you did for me on New Year's though, I know I never said it but I do. I owe you, man. You and Matt, you guys actually believing in me really helped. I really should have told you, and I'm sorry you had to find out like this." He gestured to the locker room and shrugged, "but I'm not upset that you found out. If anyone had to find out, I guess I'm glad it's you…because now I know that you don't really give a shit, but in a good way." He laughed a little at this and turned to look at Jack, wondering how he was dealing with everything.

"No, dude. You don't have to explain. I understand, really. I knew how Kurt felt when Mercedes and I were dating back then. No worries." Puck said without looking at Dave while putting on his pants. "Well of course I don't give a shit. I don't have a problem with gay dudes.. Well just when I'm fully naked but other things don't bother me." He shrugged.

"No offence dude, but I'm not really interested in seeing you naked anyway." He said with a laugh, casting a look over his shoulder towards Jack who was still standing off to the side. He hadn't said anything while Puck and Dave had been talking and he couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind.

"You okay?" He asked Jack, turning away from Puck and towards his..well, his Jack. They still hadn't really labeled what exactly they were to each other, but Dave didn't really care about that at the moment. He just wanted to make sure that Jack was okay with Puck knowing about their relationship.

Jack shrugged. "Yeah, I'm fine." He looked down and started playing with his hands. He wasn't upset about Puck knowing he was dating Dave really.. it was more that he knew Puck would treat him differently now that he knew, and he realized then that he was holding out hope that Puck would be his first friend at McKinley, knowing it probably wasn't possible now. "You should go, Azimio's waiting for you. I'll see you later, Puck." He grabbed his bag and walked out of the locker room, wandering the halls."

Dave considered going after him but remembered that Azimio would be waiting for him so he said goodbye to Puck and headed outside, hoping that Jack was okay.

Puck was left inside the locker room, still absorbing everything that just happened. Karofsky's gay. Jack's gay. "So? They're pretty cool people." He rolled his eyes and smiled to himself and continued to put his clothes on.

Jack set his phone down after his conversation with Dave, feeling like a complete dick. He went to the showers and was trying to think about how to make it up to him. After standing under the steaming hot spray until it slowly started turning cold, he decided he'd just grovel all night long and hope that worked. He got dressed in his extra clothes and sprayed a little more cologne than was needed on himself, gathered his stuff and walked out of the locker rooms, walking down the halls of the school.

It wasn't like Quinn to be at school any longer than needed, but after missing another day, and another Cheerios practice she felt she owed Coach Sylvester an explanation. And after she was done with Rachel she had ran off to McKinley to deliver one. Much her dismay when she got there, Coach was already gone. Quinn sighed and walked away from her office and back down the hall. She saw a blond come into her view and tilted her head to the side slightly. "Sam?" Quinn had no idea there was new kid that just looked like Sam.

Jack stopped in his tracks, sighed, and turned around, walking back towards the blonde girl in the Cheerios outfit that had said his name. Well, Sam's name.. He was wondering how many times it was that he was mistaken for Sam, and how many more times it would happen. Maybe he should start keeping a tally. "No, uh, I'm new here. My name's Jack." He offered his hand for her to shake.

Quinn was a little shocked when the boy came into clearer view and she could clearly see that this was not Sam. When he introduced himself, she had to bite her lip to keep from laughing at herself. The Cheerio shook his hand with a warm smile. "I am so sorry. It's nice to meet you Jack. I'm Quinn." After she shook his hand, Quinn reached up to tighten her ponytail, no longer needing a mirror to fix it. "So, you must be brand spanking new, because I can't remember seeing you around at all."

"Yeah, I just transferred, and Monday was my first.." Jack cut off his sentence and laughed when he realized what name she's told him. "Wait, you're the famous… or infamous shall I say, Quinn Fabray?" He grinned at her and looked her up and down. "It's nice to finally meet you. You are really gorgeous, might I add."

Quinn raised an eyebrow at his statement and brought her arms to cross over her chest. Not another guy to aimlessly hit on her, because someone had told her she was the easy cheerleader that got knocked up last year. "Look, I don't know what you've heard but I am not a slut. Alright? Last year was..last year was.." She couldn't bring herself to say it was an mistake because she didn't regret sleeping with Puck. She only regretted not using protection. "It doesn't matter. Point is, I made one silly choice. It doesn't make me easy."

"I didn't mean to imply that you were 'easy', I was just saying…" He tried to search for the right words, looking into her eyes, trying to assess what words would get him out of trouble and which ones would get him a slap to the face. He decided to try and go with more flattery. "I mean, I had heard that you were pretty, but their words didn't do you justice." He smiled at her, hoping his words would soften her up a little.

Quinn's signature 'if-you-mess-with-me-i-will-kill-you' glare was plastered to her face. She kept her arms crossed over her chest, and lifted her eyebrow at him once more. "Okay look, you seem like a nice guy. But, hitting on me is totally useless. I'm dating someone, or I think I am. I'm not really sure what we are right now." She let out a soft sigh, thinking back to her night with Puck but remembering that they hadn't actually discussed what they were. "But it really is sweet of you."

Jack couldn't help but laugh at her words. She thought he was hitting on her. He looked down into her expression that said she was trying to keep her patience, but she was also tired of sleazy guys hitting on her. "No, wait. Quinn. I'm not trying to hit on you." He chuckled seeing her face turn to into a hurt expression. "Not that you're not really pretty and everything, and I'm sure that if I was straight, I'd totally be all over you. I'm not sure Puck would like that very much though. I was just appreciating your looks. Please don't kill me." He joked.

The Cheerio's features were instantly covered with the look of understand, and an apologetic plea. "Oh gosh, I am so sorry. Since last year I've had a lot of slime balls hit on me." She rolled her eyes as she uncrossed her arms, her entire posture relaxing as she let down her guard. "Ah, so you have met Puck." She had almost forgotten what it was like to not have to worry about guys hitting on her because she had Puck threatening to kill them if they so much as looked at her the wrong way. "Well thank you. You're very attractive yourself. And don't worry, I won't kill you. I only kill those that deserve it"

"Ah, yes. I have heard you're quite the terrifying little monster." Jack grinned down at her. "Yeah, Puck's your boyfriend right? Well, at least that's the way he talks about you. I met him in the locker room after school a few days ago. He thought I was Sam too." He chuckled, then finally put two and two together, and noticed her last name. "Oh, you're Clare's cousin, right?"

Quinn smiled at his comment, but it faded at the use of the b word. "I don't know, to be quite honest with you. We never really-" She cut herself off as she heard him say that was how Puck talked about her. "It is?" Her smiled was back in place, and she almost got lost in her own little world until she heard mention of Clare. Quinn nodded her head. "Yes sir. Clare's my cousin. Met her too?" She asked with a soft laugh. "How am I the last to meet you?"

"Clare and I have English together. We kinda formed our own little McKinley new kids group." He grinned. "We apparently don't run in the same circles. Maybe I should re-route myself?" He smiled, but his smile faltered as he thought about the connotation behind his words, thinking of Dave and Azimio, feeling instantly bad, knowing that's not how he meant it, but also know it still sounded bad.

"Oh, makes sense." Quinn said as she nodded her head. She couldn't help roll her eyes at his comment. Not because of him, but because she was honestly tired of the school being so caught up with clicks, and labels. It was getting to be pathetic. "Apparently not. But don't re-route yourself. We can totally be friends with someone in a different circle." She stated as a matter of fact with another nod.

"So what are you doing at school so late?" He asked, looking down at her noticing she was in her uniform —which, frankly he didn't understand why the girls had to wear every day— but she didn't have her bags so she'd obviously gone home.

"Oh, I came to apologize to Coach Sylvester about missing another Cheerios practice. But she was gone by the time I got here, which means she's going to rip my head off on Monday." She said with a shrug. "What about you?" She asked, tilted her head to the slide.

"Oh.. she seems.. really intimidating. As for me, well, I'm apparently trying out for the football team, so I was just working out, trying to bulk up so I don't get killed in practice, ya know?" He shrugged and bit his lip. He was still unsure that he wanted to try out, but if he could use it as more time to be around Dave while he's around Azimio without feeling like a third wheel, he'd take it.

Quinn shrugged her shoulders. "You just have to know how to handle her. Which thankfully I do." Quinn watched him carefully as he spoke about football and raised an eyebrow. "If I'm over stepping my bounds let me know. But you really don't sounds like you want to try out for the football team."

"Oh, no worries. Nah, it's just I don't know much about football. I'm really just doing it as a favor for a friend." Jack felt weird calling Dave a friend, but it was the only explanation he could give at the moment, wondering idly what him and Azimio were doing at the moment, still monumentally feeling like an asshole.

"You're trying out for football, for a friend?" Quinn shrugged her shoulders again. "Sounds like a big favor, especially if you don't really know much about football. You're a better person than me." She told him with a soft laugh. Although the only reason Quinn had tried out to be a Cheerio in the first place was because of her mom.

Jack laughed humorlessly. "A good friend, right. I don't mind though. It's a good excuse to get back into shape, so I'll take it. and, it sounds sorta okay, don't you think? I mean, it has to be better than hockey, right?"

"Jocks are jocks. It doesn't really matter what sport they play. Just don't tell Puck I said, he might hurt me." She said with a soft laugh. "Sounds weird coming from the head cheerleader huh?" She asked seeing the look on his face. "Don't get me wrong, you're right it's a great way to stay in shape, but some guys just take it way too seriously."

"Yeah, well. Don't have to worry about that happening. I'm really only interested in one thing." He shrugged. "I'm sorry, am I keeping you from something? I feel horrible just standing here hogging your time like this. Puck must be angry with me." He smiled at her.

"Just don't turn into one of those dumb jocks, okay? You seem like a nice kid." She said with a warm smile. "Not really. I have heard from Puck since he went to Hudson's." The familiar name rolled off her tongue with such disgust as she thought about what he had done to Rachel. "But I should probably get going. My mom is probably wondering where I went. It was really nice to meet you, Jack."

"THE NEW KID IS NICE."
(But my mom's still a bitch.)
tagged: I miss my puck D:
-posted by: Quinn

Hey, baby. Which new kid are you referring to? Don't tell me it's a dude! (Why? What happened with you mom?)

It is a dude, haha. That kid, Jack. He seems really nice! (She's letting my dad move back in..)

Ohh! The blonde dude? Well then I have no problem with you being friends with him. He's cool. Really hilarious. (Oh damn. No way? You want to move in with me?)

Yeah! The one who looks like S- yeah the blonde dude. (Yes way. And I legally can't. Unless they kick me out.)

Yeah, don't worry. He looks like Sam, I know. I actually mistaken Jack for him. Haha! (So how will you cope up with that? Ohh. Ok.)

Haha I did too! I went to go see Coach and apologize for missing another practice, your fault. And I called him Sam. (I'm going to lose my mind. Or I'm going to kill him.)

Hahaha! (How was it my fault? Jack's cool, right? (Don't kill him! I don't want you to go to jail/juvie whatever.)

(You kept me up all night! And I was exhausted.) Yeah, I feel bad because I gave him major attitude. I thought he was hitting on me. (You should come steal me for the night or something.)

(Well wasn't it amazing? Wasn't it good? Hahaha! No one will dare to hit on you. They'll surely hear from me. (I'll steal you every night if I have to.)

(Amazing doesn't begin to describe it.) Oh will they really now? You gonna beat them up? (Well, steal me now. He keeps knocking on my door trying to talk to me.)

(Good. Cause that was the best sex I've ever had.) Of course. And no, I'll just scare them away. But if you want me to beat them up, I won't say no. (Well if he's knocking on your door, how will you get out? I could climb up to your window.)

(Seriously?) No, scaring them away is fine. I don't want you to get in trouble for beating them up or anything. (I'll tell them B or Santana needs me to spend the night. I just don't want to be around him. )

(Yes, seriously. I can't even begin to describe it.) Alright. But I can be a genius in framing people, you know. I have people to help me. So yeah, I won't get in trouble. (Ok. I'll come pick you up. I'll be at the corner of your street so they won't see me. )

(I'm glad. I was worried because of my lack of experience, especially compared to yours.) No framing anyone, Puckerman. You be a good boy. (Okay, just text me when you're there.)

(Don't be. You were perfect. And I loved how you were trying to rock yourself to me. That was hot.) Fine, I'll be a good boy. Will I get a reward tonight? ;)

(I seriously couldn't get enough of you. I still want more. Maybe, maybe not. We need to talk first.)

(Damn well I want you every second of everyday, babe.) Ohh. Alright.

PUCK TEXTS QUINN

P: I'm here! I parked behind the tree so that if ever your dad came after you, I'll be hidden. I'll be waiting..

Q: Okay, be right there.

AN: Puck and Quinn talk about their status on the next chapter! Are they together or just somethin' somethin' else?