Three days passed and Puck called her on average, seven times a day. She didn't pick up any of his calls, and ignored his texts. She didn't tell Mercedes anything – she didn't want to be nagged on how she must've got the wrong idea and it seems like Puck really cares about her, blah, blah, blah.

She still wasn't speaking to Rachel, apart from the odd time in a lesson when Quinn asked Rachel for a book or pen. There was only three weeks left until graduation, and while everyone was ecstatic, and nervous, and planning parties, Quinn never felt more isolated. Sure, glee was the best thing that happened to her. It gave her a family. But right now, that family had never seemed so far away from her.

Quinn sat on the bed, staring blankly out of the window. The rain gushed down the window. The sound soothed her and she could've sat there for hours. Just then, her phone rang again. She knew who it was, so there was no need to look.

She felt like such a fool, mainly because of how she felt about it. She wasn't dating him, she couldn't control him, but she felt a connection. And she thought he felt it too. But all that washed away when he admitted to sleeping with someone.

For the first time in those three days, she was fed up of moping around. Without considering the stupid thing she was about to do, she pulled a hoody up over her t-shirt, slid into her trainers and headed for the door, making the easy decision of leaving her phone on her bed.

"I'm goin' for a jog, I'll be back soon!" Quinn called as she opened the door.

A confused Mercedes called back "Have you seen the weather?", but it was too late, as Quinn pulled the front door shut behind her before Mercedes finished her sentence.

It wasn't cold, and the rain was refreshing on her rosy cheeks. It drizzled down her cheeks as she jogged in time to the pitter-patter of the rain. She didn't know what it was about jogging in the rain. But it was a personal hobby of hers.

"Need an umbrella?" Puck's low, husky voice asked, standing in front of her. She was looking down as she jogged, and didn't notice the 6ft man approaching her. He was equally as wet, wearing his usual casual arrangement of jeans and a white V-neck. She tried not to look at the material clinging to his abs, which was impossible. She sighed at the sight of him and turned around, then began jogging back the way she came.

"Quinn, Quinn wait!" He called, jogging to catch up with her, then in front so he blocked her path.

"Wait for what? For the apology? Or for you too deny it?" She had to shout to be heard over the rain, although she would've shouted anyway.

"It's not what you think! I didn't-"

"You didn't sleep with her? Well that's strange because you admitted to it on that text, remember?"

"I had to admit it!"

"Why?"

"They're my friends, the expect me to sleep around and have meaningless flings! They don't understand relationships." Quinn laughed mockingly and attempted to swerve round him until he held her by her shoulders.

"I didn't sleep with her," He told her, his tone softer. "You can ask her, I barely know her!"

"Why couldn't you just say to your friends that you were… y'know… that you met-"

"Have you told your friends yet? … Where we are, what we are? I don't want to label us,-"

"Look, it wasn't my place to get angry at you. We aren't together, and I shouldn't have gone through your texts. But, what are we losing anyway? We hardly know each other," She said finally, although she was secretly hoping for him to fight for her.

"No, it was your place to get angry. Look, Quinn, I've… I'm, you make me… Wow, you're really gonna make me talk about my feeling?" He asked desperately. "Ok fine. I didn't tell my friends, mainly because they don't understand feelings and relationships and all that, but partly because I'm confused. Confused about how I feel… Confused about how you make me feel. When I'm with you, I can't breath. And when I'm not with you, all I wanna do is be with you. I'm confused because… This doesn't feel normal." He reached for her hand, but didn't break his thoughtful gaze. "Tell me this feels normal." He whispered softly.

"I feel far from normal, Puck. I've told you things I haven't told anyone else. I don't let people in, but you were the exception. I've tried… I'm trying to stop these… feelings, but I can't,"

"Then don't."

"No, you don't get it. I wanna be one of these girls that texts you 24/7. I wanna sing Taylor Swift songs and dance in the rain.." She motioned the rain around them, which they had oddly forgotten about.

"So, what's wrong with that?" He laughed heartily, moving a strand of sodden hair from her face.

"I don't want to be one of those girls. I don't wanna fall head-over-heels, because I know how it ends Puck." She pushed his hand away.

"I don't want you to be one of those girls, I just want you. Look, I was a douche. I made a mistake. So don't throw this away because I was a coward." He searched in her eyes, hoping to search for the light in there that showed him this could be salvaged.

"I… I just don't wanna get hurt," She finally admitted, finding comfort in his friendly eyes. Without saying a word, he pulled her by the hand towards his car. If he couldn't tell her how he felt, then he was going to sing how he felt.

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