Chapter 5: A Quick Walk

Quinn and Puck were walking next to each other in silence for a while.

"So, why did you call me?", Puck broke the silence.

"Well, why shouldn't I? We're friends, right?"

Puck flinched: "Yeah, I guess, but usually friends talk more often than twice a year. You haven't talked to me since Thanksgiving."

"Sorry for trying to keep up in Yale. You didn't try to contact me either."

"True. But why call me and not Santana or Brittany or...", he stopped in the middle of the sentence.

Sam. He didn't need to say it. I know he was talking about him. Everybody in Glee club knew about Sam and my nightly adventures when we were still together.

"I don't know. I didn't feel like talking to them. I felt like talking to you. I was kinda down and you never fail to cheer me up," Quinn explained.

Puck smiled sheepishly: "A compliment from Quinn Fabray? Is it Hanukkah already?"

Quinn boxed his shoulder laughing out loud.

"I missed hearing your laugh."

"I missed your bad flirting attempts," Quinn said mockingly.

"Who says I'm flirting?"

"I don't think you ever not flirt when talking to pretty girls."

"Sorry your Highness," he said laughing, "So where are we going?"

Without thinking, Quinn has gone the same way she always went with Sam. She could already see the swings on the playground.

"You will find out, if you can catch me," Quinn said playfully.

"Wait what?", Puck started, but Quinn was already running towards the swings, "Okay then."

He ran after her and due to years of working out caught up with her easily. He tackled into her softly and they both fell in the sand box. They were lying there laughing joyfully. Quinn rolled on her back and looked at the stars.

"Isn't it a beautiful night? Look how clearly you can see all the stars," she said mesmerized.

"All I see is the beautiful girl right next to me."

"Cheesy much, Puckerman," she giggled.

He lay down next to her. Their faces only a few inches apart. They were staring at each other, getting lost in the other's eyes.

"I need to tell you something," Puck broke the silence.

"Go ahead."

"I was kinda dating Kitty until a few weeks ago."

"Wait what?"

"I went to that Sadie Hawkins thingy at McKinley with my brother and she came up to me and we started talking and hooked up afterwards."

"Puck, she is a sophomore."
"I know but she kinda reminded me of you."

"What?"

"You know I have a thing for bitchy attitudes."

"Well, thanks a lot."

"I'm kidding. It's just the way she walks and talks. She even kinda looks like you, just not as pretty."

"I am flattered, but also disgusted."

"I only dated her because everything she did and said reminded me of you. I felt like this was my second chance to be with you after I messed up the first one completely. I never saw how much I hurt you until lately. I am sorry, Quinn. Kitty was only a rebound, a girl that I thought being with would remind me of what I had with you, what I lost with you. I am sorry for hurting you and being a complete idiot."

"You are not an idiot, Puck," Quinn whispered softly, "I never knew you felt that way. It's okay. I know you have changed."

"Do you think we could ever be together again?", he asked her.

"Puck, I really like you, but just see what happened to Britt and Santana. They are soul mates and even they couldn't pull off a long distance relationship at first. I need to focus on Yale and I am.."

Sleeping with my History professor.

"Not ready to be in a relationship."

"Ok then," he said obviously hurt by her rejection.

"This is not a never, Puck, it's just a not now."

He seemed to think about it for a while, started smiling and kissed her. Quinn was surprised, but didn't pull away. Maybe, a relationship would not be that bad and Puck was a decent guy.

"Quinn, look, I really don't want to rush you into anything, so I think I'll better head home, before I ruin this whole moment."

"It's ok. Santana, Britt and I are having dinner at Breadstix tomorrow with Finn. Do you want to come?"

"Sure. Text me about when and if you need a ride."

"I will," Quinn said smiling.

She strolled home through the empty streets of Lima, sneaked into her house and went to bed. She saw her phone on the night stand.

Two new text messages

One from Puck: Awesome Night, Fabray. Can't wait for tomorrow ;)

The other one was from Sam: Sorry, Quinn, I really like you, but I just can't pretend that I am okay around you. You hurt me pretty bad two years ago. Sorry for not talking your call though. Hope you are okay

That was so typical for Sam. Even if he hated her for breaking his heart two years ago, he still cared for her. Quinn still felt like she needed to talk to him and apologize, but didn't know how.

She texted Puck that she couldn't wait either and Sam that she was indeed okay and for the first time in months, she fell asleep happily.