Number Four - In Glee.
He knows that Quinn hates sitting out during dance rehearsals.
It's not that she's alone; Artie is somewhat pleased if anything that he now has someone to keep him company as Mr Schuester goes through the routine with the rest of the group, but it leaves her disheartened and Puck doesn't even have to look at the saddened expression on her face to know it.
Since she could walk she'd been dancing. He could remember when they were kids and she'd insist on coming outside in her dance outfit; he'd always made fun of her. With her hair pulled into a tight bun and a puffy pink tutu around her waist, she'd been such a girl back then.
Then come high school, those dancing skills had transferred over into her cheerleading and Puck had discovered the joys of all those flexible body parts.
But it was something else that the accident had robbed her of.
Where as once she was at the front, always putting her heart and soul into the dance routines to each of their numbers, she'd now been reduced to an after thought, being fit in and around everyone else, so as to officially take part, but not get in the way.
Apparently having two kids in wheelchairs made it very difficult to arrange a number around.
He offers to sit out with her, but Mr Schuester quickly thwarts that idea; just because she can't join in doesn't mean he can afford to lose him from the performance, even though he doesn't do anything of major importance except stand and sway like a prop.
They're practicing a particularly bland part of one repetitive routine when he sees Quinn watching him with the same longing in her eyes that she gets when the cheerleaders swoop past or when she sees a poster for prom.
It's then that he breaks formation, ignoring the complaints from Mr Schue and Rachel who was just about to well up into another headache enducing note.
Moving to Quinn, he holds out his hand to her and she looks up at him like he's insane, and maybe he is, just a little.
"Come on, you're dancing."
There's a ripple of confusion throughout the room, particularly from the blond girl who looks down at her limp legs like he's expecting a miracle.
With a roll of his eyes, Puck leans down, encouraging her to wrap her arms around his neck before he lifts her up out of the chair. With his own brute strength, he puts her weight on him, his arms wound tightly around her waist as places either of her feet on top of his, much like in the manner young children demand to dance with their fathers.
There's silence, and when he turns his head the rest of the Glee club are watching them with various expressions present on their faces but he merely glances at their teacher, waiting until he begins to go through the routine again.
Okay, so they don't follow the steps exactly, but it doesn't even matter. He dances with her, supports her weight and carries her, moves her to the music. Maybe it's not the same as it once was, but soon she's smiling and laughing, singing with the rest of the group.
He helps her to dance again and she's never felt more apart of something special.
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