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Puck slammed the door and slouched down in his seat. Tonight had been a disaster and he still wasn't sure how he'd ended up in Finn's truck. It probably had something to do with Rachel seeing the beer in his hand and his buzz interfering with his ability to avoid her damn eyes. He was in a foul mood and his half friends/half enemies routine with Finn was going to be a problem.

Finn climbed in the truck and fiddled with the radio for a minute, before settling on some 80's station.

"You ready to go home?" Finn asked. Puck just shrugged his shoulders. "Ok, well, I'm hungry, you want to get some food?" Puck shrugged again, so Finn headed to Taco Bell.

They settled into the couches in Finn's basement and Finn tossed Puck some tacos. He flipped on the tv and they ate in silence. Finn had thought a lot about it and although he had forgiven Rachel and even Quinn, he didn't really know where he stood with Puck, but he knew he was tired of being at odds with him.

"So, what was that really about today? You still have a thing for Quinn?" Puck just shrugged again. Finn shoved his shoulder. "Knock it off, man."

Puck was quiet for a minute. "Yeah, I still have a thing for her." He finally admitted. "I think I love her."

"Yeah?" Finn asked. Puck shrugged again. "You should tell her. She should know about Sam."

"Maybe." Puck said. Finn started to talk, but Puck cut him off. "Whatever man, what are you, some kinda girl? Let's just watch this movie."

They sat in silence for a long time, Finn was almost asleep when Puck spoke again.

"You really think I should tell her?"

"Trust me, man, even if you tell yourself you don't want to know...you want to know."

Puck thought about that for awhile. He knew Finn was referring to both the times he'd been cheated on.

"Are we cool, man?"

"Yeah, we're cool."

*Glee*

Will ran his hands through his hair and wondered for the millionth time why his Glee Club couldn't get it together. His leads were finally on the same page, but now the rest of the club was sniping at each other. It was the third terrible practice this week and they really needed to get it together before Nationals.

"Alright, guys, let's try it again!" He shouted and motioned for the band to start up again. Usually, when they practiced, everyone got the choreography pretty quick and Rachel just had to spend extra time teaching it to Finn. Today, almost no one was hitting their marks. Puck kept missing his step, because he was watching Quinn giggling at Sam. Sam was hamming it up with Quinn and missing his steps on purpose, hoping Santana was watching. Brittany was trying to teach some motions to the girls forming the chorus in the background, but Mercedes wasn't paying attention, because her phone was distracting her and Lauren was pouting, because she wanted a bigger part. The only people who were getting it right were Tina and Mike. It was a disaster.

"Stop. Just stop." He said irritably. "What's going on guys?

"We need more guys, Mr. Schue." Lauren said.

"We need people to quit flirting and dance." Puck added crankily.

"Someone other than Manhands should get a solo." Santana pouted.

"Hey!" Finn started to talk, but Rachel cut him off.

"Maybe you should just worry about learning your dance steps and leave other people's boyfriends alone. So sad you can't get a man of your own."

"Whatever, tranny, that was a year ago. I don't want your stupid boyfriend."

"Oh, not my boyfriend, he wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole!" Rachel said heatedly. "Why don't you keep your hands off Sam?" She gasped and threw her hands over her mouth. She was not supposed to say that.

Everyone in the room froze and stared at Quinn and Sam. Quinn had been standing with Sam's arm around her, but she stepped away from him. "Is that true?" She whispered. Sam didn't say anything, he just looked at her, with a blank expression on his face. "Rachel?" Quinn's face was starting crumple.

"I wasn't supposed to say anything. Puck saw them, at Regionals. I just found out last night." Rachel tried to explain, she started to walk to Quinn, but Quinn was running out of the choir room.

"Way to go, Hudson. You need to put a muzzle on your girlfriend." Santana shouted before leaving the room too.

"Yeah, nice job, blabbermouth." Puck said, dropping down into the nearest chair.

"I guess that's the end of practice for today." Will sat down on the piano bench and put his head in his hands.