A/N: I hope this chapter is somewhat realistic. I didn't want to solely focus on Puck fighting for Quinn; I kinda wanted to see her having to fight for him as well. Title of this chapter is a song by Adam Lambert. Reviews are wonderful!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.

Chapter Three: Whataya Want From Me

His steady hands grasped her hips, her legs locking around his waist. Puck pressed her into the couch, his body eagerly grinding into hers as their mouths battled for dominance. They were a mess of hands and tongues, his fists clenching in her blonde locks, her hands slipping under his t-shirt. Their heavy breathing and guttural moans were echoing through the basement. His mouth tore away from hers, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses down her jaw. One of her hands grasped the back of his head, pressing his lips closer to her warm skin. His tongue flicked against her pulse point, eliciting a surprised gasp from her.

"Quinn…I've missed this." he mumbled against her skin, biting down in an attempt to leave his mark on her. Her eyes fluttered open, her brain taking a few extra seconds to process what she was doing.

"No." she said simply, hands shoving him away from her. "I'm not going to fall into this pattern with you again!" Quinn started pacing anxiously, rubbing her hand over the soft red mark on her neck. "You think you can just kiss me and everything will be okay. Well guess what? You can't, and it's not."

"That's not what that was…you wouldn't talk to me! I had to show you how I feel somehow. Baby…" he whispered sincerely, his hands reaching out for her.

"Don't call me that. I'm not your baby." she reprimanded seriously, glaring at him. "You're such a…god, you're a total…"

"I'm such a what, Quinn? Go ahead, tell me what I am."

"An asshole!" she yelled, running a hand through her hair. "You hit on any woman that moves, you've slept with half the women in this city! You have the most overinflated ego that you don't even deserve! At the hospital, you said you loved me…that you love me."

"I do love you! God, Quinn, how can you not fucking see that?"

"Don't take the lords name in vain." she whispered softly. Even after everything, she was still a good church going girl at heart.

"I just told you I love you, and that's what you decide to point out?" he scoffed. "Know what I think? I think that you are the problem."

"Me? Oh, I'm the problem? Please explain this to me; I'd love to hear your twisted logic." Her arms crossed securely over her chest, staring down at him impatiently.

"You're afraid. You can't look past who I was…you're the only one who refuses to acknowledge that I've changed. I think you love me, and are just too damn scared to admit it. I haven't been Puck since the day our little girl came into this world, but it's easier for you to ignore your feelings when you think of me as that guy." He was standing up now, a mere foot of space standing between them. "Admit it. Quinn Fabray is scared." He was right…it was easier to believe that it was all some act, some charade to get back into her pants. Not like she'd admit that to him.

"First of all, I don't love you. I absolutely despise you." she retorted, feeling a pang of guilt coursing through her veins. "We are the last thing I'm afraid of. Please believe me when I say that." Her tone was harsh, biting, and eager to hurt him. "A leopard doesn't change its spots, Puckzilla. No matter how much you try to hide it, you're still the same sex crazed jerk you've always been…that's how you're always going to be." Puck took a few steps backwards, feeling as though he had just been punched in the stomach.

"That's really what you think of me?" he questioned, trying to mask the hurt in his tone. The look in his eyes broke her heart, and she stumbled over her words.

"I…I don't want to talk about this anymore." she whispered, turning away from him once again. "Me and you just don't work…we're too different."

"Actually, we're exactly the same."

"Don't you dare compare me to you." she muttered, frustrated.

"You hurled insults at innocent bystanders; you tried so hard to be the perfectly innocent girl your father wanted, the same father who abandoned you; your mother isn't the most stable woman in the world, drowning her sorrows in a bottle of Johnnie Walker; you're afraid of commitment after watching your family fall apart; and everyday you relive the first two years of your high school experience, wondering what the hell you had been thinking." He spoke with a passion she hadn't heard before. "Me and you are like the same fucking person, so don't you dare use that bullshit excuse with me." Her mouth opened slightly, but she couldn't think of a rebuttal. "You think you're the only one who's scared?" he questioned seriously, forcing her to look at him. "I've wanted to be with you since elementary school, Quinn. I remember watching you steal that girl's chalk; pink dress, wavy blonde hair, and a smug grin on your face. I tried so goddamn hard to get you to notice me, but you never did. Falling all over Finn instead…so I decided to be friends with him, to see what it was you liked about him. God, it crushed me when he said you two were together." he said, shaking his head, a bitter laugh falling from his lips. "But then you came to me, you wanted to be with me. Yeah, it was just for the night, but that night meant everything to me." The mere thought of sharing his feelings used to make him cringe; but this was Quinn Fabray. He had to tell her how he felt before she ended up in the arms of someone else. "And your fucking mind games…it's this constant game of hot and cold with you! I tell you I love you, you kissed me back, but we pretend like it was nothing." Puck shook his head fiercely, moving away from her this time. "Whatever. Keep pretending if that's what you need. Keep acting like what just happened meant nothing…" he let his words trail off, trying to calm himself down. Soft gurgles broke through the tension; causing them both to shift their gaze.

"Puck…I-."

"Just don't. Maybe you were right…it's not the right time." And with that he moved as far away from her as he could. He held his fists against the cement wall, using everything he had to keep himself from punching it. His back pressed against the wall, sliding to the ground, holding his head in his hands. Quinn couldn't help but watch him, feeling disgusted with herself for doing that to him. She pulled Belle into her arms, cradling her gently.

"We have to cheer daddy up…okay, baby girl?" She cooed quietly, grasping a strand of Quinn's hair and yanking. It was kind of like she was reprimanding her for turning her dad into an absolute wreck. Quinn took a few hesitant steps forward, unsure of what to say or how to make this better. Carefully, she sat next to him, settling the baby between her crossed legs. Belle reached out for Puck, her tiny hands slapping his head. "Say 'hi daddy'." she whispered, a pathetic attempt at getting him to look at her. Without so much as glancing up at her, he reached out for Belle, pulling her into his lap.

"Did my baby girl have a nice nap?" Belle giggled in response, grabbing a hold of Puck's fingers. "Daddy loves you so, so much." he replied with a sad smile, pressing a gentle kiss against her forehead. Quinn bit her lip softly, replaying the events, that had occurred a mere two minutes ago, in her head. His words were really making her think...why was she constantly underestimating him? She couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, she was the one who hadn't changed.