Authors Note: Here's a quick (heh, I love using that word) drabble that is set before Finn knew the baby was Puck's. In my head, Puck has always cared about Quinn but he only dares to show it when they're alone. Wouldn't wanna ruin their reps' now, would he? Read and review please! PS- I apologize for the length. I've been doing 3,000+ chapters lately but this was just an idea I jotted down before it could be forgotten :)
"Hey, Q" The mohawked boy greeted as she opened his truck door and slid into the passenger's seat. She cringed at the nickname because it reminded her of cheerios. It had only been a few days since she'd been kicked off the squad. "Sorry." He muttered quietly. "You ready?"
She hadn't really heard his question. She was too busy thinking. Thinking about the baby. About herself and Puck. About her father. About Finn. "Sorry, what?" Quinn questioned, the sound of rain pulling her from her pensive mood.
"I said are you ready? You okay? You look out of it." Puck looked worried. He leaned over the console between the driver's seat and hers. They were supposed to be going to an OB/GYN appointment out of town, but neither were ready. He brushed a wavy strand of her honey blonde hair out of her face.
Just that touch was enough to launch her into a tirade. It wasn't that she was angry with him, but that she loved him so much. "No, Puck! No! If you must know, I'm not alright!" She threw her hands up in anger. "Why the hell would I be alright? Quinn Fabray, president of the celibacy club, is knocked up by Puckerman, the town jackass! Does that girl sound alright to you? Finn will kill you! Then Jesus Christ will resurrect you so my father can kill us both!" Her words were harsh but they didn't phase the boy sitting next to her who longed to be her boyfriend.
He inched closer to her and placed a loving hand on her knee. "Hey, hey. I'm sorry. Calm down. I'm sorry." He too was frustrated but it wasn't the right time to show it. Puck leaned forward, and brought her face to his. He pursed his lips slightly a few millimeters from hers. "Can I?" He choked on his words. "Can I kiss you?"
"Please." She whispered and before he could lean in closer, she pressed her lips to his. In that moment she forgot about all the people who'd call her "slut" and "whore", about her recent fall from grace, about Finn, and about her father. About 45 seconds passed until either one could find the strength to pull away from their kiss.
"They'll kill us." She whispered, a tear rolling down her cheek. Puck reached over and brushed it away with his hard, calloused, guitar player's fingers. But his touch was gentle. It was calming. "It'd be worth it if you were the last thing I ever saw." He whispered. She couldn't help but smile and he couldn't keep himself from reciprocating.