Author's note: I really, really hate certain words. I've used one of those words in this story, only because it's what I thought Puck would say, and when I tried to change the word, it just sounded wrong. I'm very sorry if anyone is offended by it.

"There," he thought to himself, with a self satisfied smirk, "that oughta scare her away." Something about Rachel Berry unnerved him, and she was a headache he didn't need right now.

Puck was grateful for football practice that afternoon, even if Coach Tanaka had made him run laps for knocking out that second string kid. Its not like it was his fault the kid couldn't handle a tackle. To be fair, the guy wasn't exactly expecting it, since the play they were running was over, but Finn had been walking toward him with that "we need to talk" expression on his face and he'd needed a distraction. That, and he just really needed to hit someone.

Standing in the hot shower, he was glad that running laps had given him an excuse to avoid talking to Finn in the locker room. He knew it was wrong to avoid him, but he had no idea what to say to his friend. On one hand he felt bad that he'd slept with Quinn, and that somehow she had managed to convince Finn that he was the father. On the other hand Puck was still angry that somehow, no matter what Finn did, everything he touched turned to gold. Not only had he managed to join Glee without losing face, he'd saved the day by "discovering" the queer kid could kick a football and ended the football team's losing streak. Did anyone remember who caught the touchdown? No, all they could talk about was how "Beyonce" won the game. Finn hadn't even been paying attention to Quinn, which is how Puck had managed to land her in the first place, and still, she thought Finn would make a better father to his kid than he would.

Even Rachel loved Finn, it was obvious she was still pining over him even after finding out the baby. Not that having an annoying sophomore signing freak crushing on you was any great accomplishment... even if she did have a tight little body.... and she smelled like sugar cookies and sex all rolled into one.... "Damn it!" he thought as he turned the shower handle sharply and the icy cold water hit him. Leaning his head against the shower wall, he stood there in the cold spray until he was shivering. What the hell was wrong with him? Turning the water off, he tried to conjure up an image of Quinn in his mind. Blonde, beautiful, Quinn. He thought of how her milky white skin had felt against his... ahh, yes, that was better. He remembered what it was like to kiss her, to feel that long silky hair brush against him, it was so soft and thick... he imagined wrapping his hands in those long chestnut strands... Chestnut strands? "DAMN IT" he said aloud as he wrenched the cold water on again.

Ten minutes later he walked out of the shower area, freezing cold and more in need of a punching bag than ever. The absolute last thing he wanted to see was Finn sitting on the bench in the middle of the locker room.

"Dude, not now," he growled at Finn.

"C'mon man..." Finn said pleadingly. "We need to talk."

"Dude... This is this the locker room, not Oprah. If you want to have a heart to heart about your 'feelings' go find one of those Glee freaks."

Finn let out a long sigh, and gave him a pointed look. "You do remember that you joined Glee club, right?"

Puck glared at him, and slammed his locker door open. "Yeah, so?" he snarled.

Finn just sat there quietly, and finally Puck relented. "Fine, what do you want to talk about?"

"Why'd you tell her about Quinn and the baby?" Finn asked quietly.

Puck was momentarily confused, this wasn't what he had expected. "Tell who?"

"Rachel. Why did you have to tell her? She hates me now."

Puck was stunned. With everything going on... Quinn and the baby, Glee, Football... Finn wanted to talk to him about Rachel? He was starting to feel like he was stuck in some bizarro universe. Why did everything keep coming back to her? She was annoying and loud, and seriously, what teenager talked like that? He realized that Finn was staring at him oddly and he quickly tried to remember what Finn had asked him. "I didn't tell her, the glee freaks did." He wasn't quite sure what he was going to say if Finn asked him how the Glee club found out, so he tried to distract him.

"Why do you care what Rac.. what that weirdo thinks anyway?" He really hoped Finn hadn't caught that...

"I just do, she's...special..." Finn's voice trailed off as he stared at his hands.

"Yeah, special ed maybe," Puck said with a cruel laugh. "Look, you're with Quinn. You're going to be a father. Special or not, the Berry chick doesn't matter."

With a heavy sigh, Finn stood up. "I guess you're right. I better go find Quinn. You're still coming to the invitational tonight right?"

Puck nodded, "I'll be there man, no worries."

Watching the locker room door swing shut, Puck slammed his fist against the nearest locker. What the hell was he thinking? If Finn liked Rachel, Quinn would be pissed. If Quinn was pissed at Finn then maybe she'd give him a chance. That's what he wanted right? To be with Quinn, to be a father to his kid and to prove to everyone that he wasn't a "Lima Loser". So why the hell had he told Finn to forget about Rachel?

His head was spinning as he yanked his clothes on. Looking up at the clock on the wall he realized he still had over two hours to kill before he had to warm up for the invitational. He thought about going home, but the idea of running into his mom's latest scumbag boyfriend was less than appealing. Without even thinking he walked down the hall to the music room, and clicked open the latches of the guitar case. Picking up the battered instrument, he settled on top of a nearby desk and started playing. He wasn't quite sure where the notes came from, but he played them anyway. The music filled him as he felt all his anger and confusion pour out of him, into the notes as they formed the melody.

He was so wrapped up in the song, he didn't see the small, brown haired girl standing in the doorway, a look of utter disbelief on her face.