A/N; Thanks to all the reviews! A couple of you guys said that Tina sang a song for her audition. Nice catch! My bad, I'll try to stick closer to cannon next time.

Thanks again for the reviews, keep 'em coming!

Puck never had any responsibilities. His mother had given him a free reign since he was nine and his deadbeat father walked out on them. The fact that Quinn was having a baby – his baby – scared him shitless.

There was a side of Puck that wanted to prove his mother wrong. He wasn't his father and he wasn't ever going to be. There was nothing that Puck would like more than for him mom to be proud of him, but he wouldn't let her know that.

But this was the perfect out. Quinn didn't want him anyway – she wanted Finn. Did she not trust him enough to let him be there for her?

He liked her. A lot. He would put forth the effort if she asked him. He would do anything if she asked him. He had no real idea why he liked her so much (he assumed it was because she was hot and had a rockin' body) but he did. So when the opportunity came to start hooking up with Rachel he took it. Anything to get Quinn and his daughter off his mind.

So maybe that wasn't the smartest move, Puck thought, watching Rachel pack up her stuff. A few of the outcast Glee Clubbers came over and asked her to get some Ice Cream but she stated some stupid excuse about keeping her nutrition in check. Puck rolled his eyes and grabbed his sheet music.

What a loser.

As soon as they left the girl came marching up to him, poking him fiercely in the chest.

"Listen, I'm not going to let you ruin anything for me, got it? So you better come through with something fantastic, alright?"

"What, aren't going to offer to help me out? You worked with Finn for weeks." Puck said, eyeing the girl up and down.

"Finn is the lead. You are a replacement."

She had no idea how much that really stung. It was always Finn, wasn't it? Quarterback, Quinn's pick to be the dad, Rachel's crush. Jesus Christ, the boy had fucking everything, didn't he?

Puck narrowed his eyes and took a step closer towards Rachel, her determined look wavering but staying in place.

"I am just as good as he is." His voice became lower, almost dangerous as he stared her down.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Prove it."

She turned on her heel and walked out, her too-short skirt swishing as she left Puck alone in the music room. Puck growled something unintelligible under his breath and ran a hand over his hair. That girl knew just how to get under his skin. Dammit all if he didn't try hard now to prove her wrong. Wasn't that what she wanted?

He couldn't back down now. There had been a challenge issued. Puck hiked his bag up higher and walked out the door.

Fuck her. He was going to be so much better than Finn.

Glee Club was the only organization that stayed later than the Cheerios. Puck took longer at his locker than was absolutely necessary and glanced at the clock before heading out to the parking lot.

His truck was obvious, as was the bright red uniform that was clearly peeking out from behind the tailgate. Dammit. He knew that hooking up with Evan was a bad idea.

Puck opened the passenger door and threw in his bag.

"Hey babe," He said, looking over towards the girl that was smiling lightly at him. "What's goin on? You could've texted or something."

"I needed a ride home, it's on your way."

Puck kept the door open and looked over the girl he had used as a rebound from Rachel. It was getting colder outside and the cougars kept their pools open only so long. Evan was a bad idea.

A little curvier than the other Cheerleaders she definitely had hips and a bust, long legs and dark brown hair that could be almost black. She was totally hot, but a little self obsessed. Which Puck could stand, honestly, they weren't hooking up so they could listen to each other talk. Conversation was not what happened when they had their 'study sessions'.

"Right, well." Puck shrugged and walked around his car. "Get in. My sisters getting home early and I actually need to be there today."

Lie. His sister had been home for hours and his mother knew better than to expect Noah back in time to look after her.

Evan folded her long legs into the car, knowing that Puck would look. Damn. Puck turned the car over and avoided looking at her smoky blue eyes (way too made up for after school and after a strenuous Cheerio practice) he was a sucker for girls that tried too hard.

If she wanted she would get it. And this time Puck really didn't want to keep hooking up with Evan. She was getting clingy and it had been a little less than a week.

Puck kept his eyes on the road, one hand on the wheel, the other outside the car.

"So."

Puck glanced over at the girl, who was rearranging the pleats on her skirt so it would show off just the right amount of leg. "What's up?" He asked, turning the radio down.

"When are you going to ask me out?"

"I'm not." Puck didn't even hesitate. He wasn't looking for a relationship, especially not with a Cheerio. He had enough of cheerleaders and was starting to remember why he hated high school drama. The girls took everything too personally.

He glanced at Evan, who wasn't doing what he would have expected, which was for a girl to sit quietly, stare at their hands and try hard not to cry. Instead she rummaging through her purse, a small smile on her lips.

"Okay." She said, looking back up at Puck, who frowned a little but turned back to the road. There was a stoplight coming up and he put his foot on the clutch, broke and shifted to neutral.

Okay was not the answer he was expecting. At all. But that was fine with him. He tapped his fingers on the wheel and turned up the radio. A girl was starting to cross the street.

"So we're cool?" Puck asked, turning to face Evan.

Evan smiled and suddenly leaned across the seats, grabbing the back of Puck's neck and pulling him in close, kissing him hard on the lips. It was almost a natural reaction for the boy to respond and hell, she was hot. Fuck it all, he had just told her he didn't want to ask her out, maybe she got the point that this was just an hour long hookup.

He pulled away slowly and Evan sat back, smiling.

"My house or yours?"

Puck blinked and looked at the road, nearly jumping out of his seat.

Rachel was standing in front of his hood, her arms obviously tapping her foot and scribbling something on a piece of paper which she then snapped onto his windshield, underneath the wipers, right where he couldn't reach it. Turning on her heel she stormed off the street just as the lights turned green.

'WORK ON THE SONG.' Screamed at Puck from the front window and the boy narrowed his eyes. Fine.

"Your place. It's closer." He muttered, continuing down the neighborhood street.

"Sounds good."

It only took him three minutes to drive to Evans house and he was fuming the whole way there. How did Rachel know that his wipers didn't work? Right. The first day he took her home it was raining. Took forever to drive the mile and a half she usually walked.

He left his things in the car and stepped out, grabbing the sign. Puck was just about to ball it up when he saw the writing on the other side of the torn out piece of notebook paper.

'not on the slut'

Smaller writing, rushed. Puck smiled slightly, folded the paper in half so that the tinier letters wouldn't be seen and tossed it back into his passenger seat.

Rachel could go fuck herself. Evan was already inside and there weren't any cars in the driveway.

"My parents are on their second honeymoon until next Monday."

"Is that an invitation?" Puck asked, smiling and making his way up the paved walkway. He would work on the song later. Right now, the 'slut' was making herself much more present.