Verse I-Baby, We Got A Good Thing Going

"You told everyone I was pregnant!" She slams him into a locker, tears streaming down her face. "Everyone! Even those Glee freaks!" He loves how her eyes turn such a bright green when she's angry. When she looks at Finn, her eyes are hazel. When she looks at him, they're emerald.

He smirks at her, "You do realize you're a Glee freak now." She stares at him for a moment, and his smile starts to grow. Then she kicks him in the shin and he grimaces in pain. "Fuck Quinn."

Her eyes widen and she purses her perfect lips, "Don't ever use those words in the same sentence ever again."

"Well, you do realize someone will inevitably find out-" He grins, leaning over her cockily.

"No one is going to-" She fumes, starting in on him again.

"And then, I won't even need to they'll be tossed around so much." She looks distinctly sick and he figures he's working his magic again. "Maybe with slut, whore…hypocrite…" She leans against the lockers a little, still shooting him dirty looks. "Bitch."

"And just imagine what they'll think of you," She hisses, and clutches her stomach.

"Something wrong?" He smiles as she rubs her hand over the teeny, tiny bump growing there.

"Nothing," She snaps, straightening up. "Just…just…" He watches as her hand clasps into a fist, her red-painted nails digging into her skin. "Shut up." And he watches as she runs off to the bathroom.

He sighs, picking up his backpack off the floor and turning to meet Rachel Berry with a slushie (green apple) as she gets out of Anatomy and Physiology, but he's met with Anna Marques, wannabe head cheerleader. Her blond hair is a perfectly (fake) coiffed copy of Finn's.

"Hey Puck!" She says in an excitedly peppy tone he wishes she'd reserve for practice. "We missed you at celibacy club this week!"

He breathes out and reminds himself that he doesn't throw girls in dumpsters, "I was busy," He states, counting down the seconds left to make this conversation count as polite.

"Well, that's too bad," She says so freaking cheerfully he thinks he might light himself on fire. "Anyways," He rolls his eyes, because of course she only wants to ask him to homecoming. Or so everyone's been telling him all week. "I wanted to ask you…"

"No," He says flatly. He'd rather go with Miss Sylvester or the OCD guidance counselor than her. He's rather go with that gothic stuttering chick. Hell, he'd rather go with Rachel Berry.

"Quinn's not pregnant?" He bites his lip. And looks behind him, in the direction she just ran off in. "Because Santana and Brittany said she was and they said they heard it from you and I figured you'd know since your Finn's best friend and he's the daddy. And since she is pregnant, someone would need to replace her as captain-"

He feels his fingers grip the cup as she goes on to say something about becoming homecoming queen since no-one will vote for Quinn and Finn this year. And as she keep talk, talk, talking at him he wonders who deserves it more. Sure, Rachel's annoying but at least she can sing. He's heard Anna try on Gwen Stefani…it's not pretty. And at least Berry's hair is real. And she has two gay dad's, the world is basically set against her, and Anna…

He can't help throwing it in her face. He watches the green mess droop down the front of her red cheerleading uniform and thinks now he understands the meaning of Christmas colors. And he thinks of the way Quinn's eyes look against her uniform.

He smirks, walking away with the empty cup in his hand. Yep, that was definitely a good use for that slushie.

-

When he was ten years old, his class took a trip to a dairy farm in Wisconsin. Mrs. Cohen led them all into the barn to see how milking machines worked. He led a select few people (Finn and Quinn) outside to have fun with the cows. One of his mom's boyfriends had done this same thing with him once under the pretenses that he was taking Puck to a Packers' Game.

Once outside, Quinn discovers her unbridled love for cows when one licks her hand. And Finn finds out he's terrified of the noises they make, standing outside the fences as his best friend and the petite blond girl poke and prod them. Puck, he looks for the biggest one and tries not to step in poop, which proves to be impossible.

He finally spots the mother lode, a brown cow with an ear branded 203. It's huge and slow and has no chance whatsoever of holding it's own weight. He runs over excitedly, both arms outstretched to push it. He's almost there, his feet weighing down with shit, when his path is blocked.

There stands Quinn, big green eyes blazingly angry as she holds a hand out to stop him. "No." She says simply, and he finds himself stopping under her touch. Her hand is warm, tiny. And it smells pretty.

She looks up at him, pleading, and he feels himself smile at her. "Okay," He nods, and walks back towards the barn with Finn running to get away from the scary animals.

Once he's up next to him again, Quinn having returned to the girls to squeal over how gross cow poop is, he leans down to whisper in his ear. Even then, unusually tall. "I can't believe you let her touch you, you're gonna need a cootie shot now."

He nods, holding out his arm and letting Finn perform the procedure. "Circle, circle, dot, dot, now I've got my cootie shot." Puck drops his left arm and lets the right one rise, watching the blond girl giggle as she heads back towards the bus, "Square, square, knife, knife, now I've got it for life." As he walks up the steps, passing by her seat, he thinks shots might not be that bad. Especially not if it means letting Quinn Fabray touch him.

-

He decides to still meet Rachel Berry outside of class. The second she sees him, she shields herself with her binder. He sighs, pushing it down, "I come unarmed."

She pulls it back up, letting her brown eyes peek over the edge a little this time, "Like I'm going to trust the boy who's thrown a slushie at me everyday since high school started."

He shrugs, "Yeah, sorry about that."

She glares, and he notices her eyes don't turn green. He wonders why Finn wastes his time with her when he could be with Quinn. "No you aren't."

He shrugs again, "Nope, not in the least."

She lowers her armor, and he notices a hideous picture of a cat playing with yarn on it. "What do you want Puckerman?"

He rolls his eyes, "A temporary peace treaty."

"Temporary?" She scoffs, and starts strutting down the hallway. "Not interested."

"Fine, permanent, but I need a favor," He follows after her. Damn, she walks fast for a short girl.

She scoffs again, and he debates the validity of giving up that slushie, "Why would I do you a favor?" She stops at her locker, putting in the combination. 3-17-8. If she ends up on his bad list, this could come in handy.

"Because you like Finn, right?" She freezes, her hand clasped around her American Lit book.

"I don't know who told you that but it isn't true," She whispers, pulling it out and shoving it in her roller suitcase thing.

He laughs, "No-one told me but it's pretty obvious. Finn's my boy, I can talk you up. Make him forget all about Quinn."

"And her baby? What about that?" He forgot that he'd told the Glee Club, no doubt her little underlings had relayed her the news.

"I think…" He looks at the ground. "I think that part will take care of itself." He's banking on the fact that Quinn will come clean herself, once she realizes that he isn't a waste of space and a Lima loser. He hopes.

"No." She states, zipping her bag and slamming her locker door.

"You don't even know what I was going to ask for," He is really at the end of his patience rope with her.

"I'm not interested in having sex with anyone right now, least of all you," He chokes at the thought of this. It burns his brain straight through.

"No, please, don't. I definitely, definitely, am not asking for that," He needs soap now. Or a worse image, anything else…nothing's working though. Not even the thought of Coach and his girlfriend, and that usually does.

She stops in her tracks and looks at him, seemingly trying to figure out what else he could want. She comes up empty, "What?"

"I need a date for Homecoming," She makes a puking motion. "Yeah, but I broke up with Santana, and I just slushied Anna in the face."

Her eyes go wide with excitement, "You slushed Anna Marques instead of me?"

He rolls his eyes, "Yeah, whatever. The thing is I've dated most of the other cheerleaders-"

"I'll do it!" She beams at him, putting a hand over her heart. "Just the thought of a her all covered in cherry flavored-"

"It was green apple," He corrects, smirking. It was pretty amusing, now that he thinks about it.

"Yeah," She waves her hand at him. "It still makes it worth it…I mean, Anna…" She laughs, waving at him. "I'll tell you my dress color when I pick it out," She acknowledges, strutting off with that annoying pink thing rolling behind her. And he has a funny feeling he knows what color she'll end up with.

And there is no way he's matching that.

AN: I kind of don't like this chapter, but I kind of do. So…we'll see what you think I guess. Also, I'm doing songs with baby in them for titles, so if you have a lyric you'd like to see. Just tell me in your review.