"Quinn, you ready?" Mercedes called from outside the guest bedroom. Quinn adjusted her dress on the other side of the door, before running her hands through her hair.
"Just a sec," She called back as she quickly put her earrings on and grabbed her purse.
"It's gonna be good to have a girls night again," Mercedes said, once Quinn joined her in the living room.
"Yeah," Quinn said enthusiastically. She knew Mercedes was implying they hadn't hung out in a while, and Quinn would've made some excuse about homework or something, but she was still very grateful for Mercedes sticking up for her in the choir room.
They arrived at the club in just over ten minutes, and Quinn was actually looking forward to the night ahead. She wasn't sure whether or not Puck was working on the bar tonight. If he was there, she was obviously going to talk to him, but the main aim of the night was to be with her friends. She thought for a brief second what it would be like if her friends got along with Puck. Then she pushed that crazy idea from her mind, knowing that she'd never be that lucky.
The cab pulled up outside the busy club. They could hear the music from inside the cab and were both eager to get in there. Mercedes quickly paid the driver and they both bounced out of the cab and approached the door-man, fake ID's in hand.
"Wow, it's so busy," Mercedes shouted as they entered. They were right by the door and could barely move even there. Quinn tried awkwardly sliding past people, but it was no use. Mercedes' patience had run out already, so she was using her echoing voice to split the crowd.
"OUT OF THE WAY PEOPLE. I'VE GOT A BRICK IN MY PURSE!" She bellowed, while Quinn walked behind her, silently grinning. A hand was raised within the crowd holding a shot, and Quinn instantly knew that was Santana. So, before they could get suffocated again, Mercedes and Quinn made their way through the maze.
"You actually made it!" Tina shouted excitedly from beside Brittany.
"Yeah, wouldn't miss it," Quinn beamed. "Why's it so busy?" She asked after getting pushed by a trail of young girls.
"Girls drink for free!" Kurt responded, pointing to a sign on the wall. "Unfortunately, even if your voice is slightly high pitched and you're wearing something purchased in the women's section, you don't pass as a girl." Quinn laughed while Santana rolled her eyes, as she obviously heard too much of his whining. She thrust another shot (stolen out of Tina's hands) into his face and he couldn't refuse.
"Quinn, you want a shot?" Mercedes asked, to which Quinn nodded in reply.
"The toilets in this place are filthy, I can't believe-" Rachel started once she joined their little gathering, but immediately stopped when she saw Quinn.
"Well... this is awkward, Britt, come dance," Santana grabbed Brittany's hand, attempting to escape the situation.
"No wait, apparently there's a really talented guy performing next. The bouncer told me," She replied.
"The bouncer? You mean the huge Black guy with a gold tooth and a face tattoo?"
"Yeah, he was my old ballet teacher." She smiled sweetly, obviously not seeing the craziness of what she was saying. Before anyone could question Brittany, Mercedes came charging through the crowd again, holding two shots. Quinn turned around and took hers from her, while the next act got on stage.
"This song is for Quinn." The husky voice echoed throughout the crowd. Quinn turned back round after immediately gulping her shot to see Puck sitting casually on a stool, wearing his signature black short sleeved shirt with a pair of slightly worn out jeans. She couldn't help but let out a smile when he began singing, knowing that it was directly to her, in front of everyone. Mercedes nudged her, while the others, including Kurt, stood with their jaws dropped. She glanced at Rachel, to see her looking shocked at his voice, something she took great delight in.
(Oo, oo, oo, oo, oo)
(Oo, oo, oo, oo, oo)
(Oo, oo, oo, oo, oo)
(Oo, oo, oo, oo, oo)
My heart is racing,
She puts her hands on mine,
I feel them shaking,
I look into her eyes,
And I tell her that it's gonna be alright,
And I'm never ever gonna make you cry,
I'll fix your broken heart,
I'll make it beat again,
I'll never let you down, on me you can depend,
And I tell her that we'll always be this way,
Everyday she's the one that makes me wanna say,
(Oo, oo, oo, oo, oo)
You're taking over me!
(Oo, oo, oo, oo, oo)
I'm in ectasty,
(Oo, oo, oo, oo, oo)
I just can't believe the love, the love, the love,
It's taking over me!
The love, the love, the love,
It's taking over me!
If I close my eyes, I can see your smile,
I can hear the laugh, I loved and I can't get enough,
I can pull you closer in a moment, just like this,
I can stop the world, with only just your kiss,
(Oo, oo, oo, oo, oo)
You're taking over me!
(Oo, oo, oo, oo, oo)
I'm in ectasty,
(Oo, oo, oo, oo, oo)
I just can't believe the love, the love, the love,
It's taking over me!
The love, the love, the love,
It's taking over me!
(Taking over me)(Taking over me) (Taking over me) (Taking over me)
Touch my skin with your body,
Love is taking over me,
Touch my skin with your body,
Love is taking over me!
(Oo, oo, oo, oo, oo)
You're taking over me!
(Oo, oo, oo, oo, oo)
I'm in ectasty, (yeah, yeah)
(Oo, oo, oo, oo, oo)
I just can't believe the love, the love, the love,
It's taking over me!
It's taking over me!
I'm in ectasty!
I just can't believe the love, the love, the love,
It's taking over me!
The love, the love, the love,
It's taking over me!
Touch my skin with your body,
Love is taking over me,
Touch my skin with your body,
Love is taking over me!
Quinn was blushing like crazy when he finished, but was secretly ecstatic that Rachel got to see this side of him.
"Oh my god." Santana and Kurt said in unison once the crowd was finished clapping. "I'd go straight for him." Santana added.
"Is he gay?" Kurt was still looking at him as he put his guitar back and made his way down the steps.
"No, but Blaine is." Quinn chuckled, to which Kurt pouted in reply. Quinn tried to remain calm, but her palms were sweating and her heart was racing as she watched him move through the swarm of girls all eager to catch a glimpse of him.
"Hey, you're here!" He said surprised, once he finally reached Quinn. "I didn't know you were coming tonight…"
"Oh, yeah, it's a girl's night." She told him, before finally realising all of her friends were staring at them. She felt her cheeks burning. Her nerves were kicking in now. "Oh, and these are my friends. This is Mercedes, Kurt, Tina, Santana, Brittany… and Rachel." Quinn hesitated before saying Rachel's name, but decided that it was time she properly knew Puck. He said hello to them all, accepted handshakes from Tina, Brittany and Mercedes, a forced smile from Rachel, a muscle squeeze from Kurt and a cheek kiss, which turned into a slight mouth kiss from Santana. "Everyone, this is Noah Puckerman."
"Nope. Still gay." Santana muttered, but still smiled at him. Quinn pulled Puck backwards, frustrated.
"Wanna hang out? I can get a break from the bar?" He turned back to Quinn.
"I think I'm gonna hang out with my friends for a while, but I'll see you later?" He nodded with a smile, before biting his lip, which always makes her melt. For a brief second, she thought he was going to kiss her, but someone must've just pushed him forward a bit because he just patted her on the shoulder and said bye to the others.
"You hit the jackpot!" Tina started after him as he went towards the bar.
"I know, who told you he was perfect?" Mercedes couldn't wipe the grin off her face.
"Come on, let's dance," Quinn laughed and pulled them towards the centre of the dance floor, just as a dance track played.
As the night progressed, the dancing became crazier, the shots were going quicker, and for the first time in a while, Quinn believed things were going normal again. The night flew by, and before they knew it, it was 2:30AM. Quinn thought to herself that it was a wonder they'd made it this far. Rachel always told them the importance of sleep and proper rest. This was something that frequently annoyed Quinn. But as it was a Friday night and everyone was having a good time, Rachel must've thought it was pointless trying to pull them out of their heaven.
"Quinn, you coming?" Mercedes asked as Quinn hesitated by the bar.
"No, I might not come home tonight, I'll see you tomorrow."
"I know what that means," Mercedes' grin came back from earlier. "Use protection!" She called as she made her way to the door with everyone else. The club was now practically empty, as everyone was closing up now. Quinn went and sat by the bar, wondering where Puck was. A few more random people gradually dispersed onto the street, just as Puck came back from the storage cupboard with a crate of beer.
"Hey, have a fun night?" He asked as he carried the crate to the bar.
"Yeah. Look, thanks for being so nice to my friends, I know they can be... a bit inappropriate." She laughed, thinking back to Santana and Kurt's embarrassing moments.
"No, it's cool. They're nice, even the sulky one in the back. Rachel, was it?" He asked as he slid the crate round the back and grabbed a cloth to wipe the bar.
"Yeah, she's just... difficult." Quinn said awkwardly.
"I know the type," Puck laughed as he made his way over to Quinn's section of the bar to clean. "You need a ride home?" He asked.
"Uh, no. I was wondering if, uh, I could stay at your place tonight?" She didn't mean to sound so awkward, she wanted to sound confident, but it was far from it. He looked up to see a twinkle in her eyes, and then he knew what she meant. This was the part of relationships he was good at, so why did he feel so nervous about it?
"Sure," He responded softly. "I've still gotta clean up a bit, but d'you wanna take my keys and I'll meet you there in ten minutes?" He pulled his keys out of his jeans pocket and handed them to her. "And it's late. Here," He pulled another set of keys out of his pocket and put them in her hands. "Take my car."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, it's only a five minute walk."
She took his keys and said goodbye. She was glad she had this extra time to make herself look better. Although she knew she could've spent an hour in front of the mirror and he'd say she'd look just as pretty without the make-up.
Puck continued wiping down the bar, then rearranged some of the bottles, then got to work on cleaning up the confetti and rubbish the manic crowd had left. He used the broom to sweep up the mess, then heard the door open.
"Sorry, we're closed." He called, not turning around as he swept.
"Oh, this won't take more than a minute." He recognised the voice. The hidden sneer hidden in his tone. The slight cockiness. He'd only met this man once before, but already took an immediate dislike to him. He turned to see Mr. Fabray, striding with his hands in the pockets of his top-of-the-line silk suit. The blue material shone in the flickering light and the sound of his leather italian shoes gliding the floor echoed around the empty room. He stopped striding and stood only a meter away from Puck.
"Well, well. You must be Noah Puckerman." He spoke confidently as he looked Puck up and down. His expression showed he wasn't impressed. "I recognise you from when you intruded my property and disturbed my family." The word 'family' rang through Puck's ears.
"So, naturally, when I find out you've been seeing my daughter, I wasn't... thrilled."
"Sir, I understand that when we met, we didn't-" Puck started politely, attempting to get on his good side.
"Let me make this clear. I don't need my daughter getting her heart broken by some twenty-something low-life bartender." The sneer in his tone appeared on the word 'Bartender', and Puck was close to telling him about his army job, but he knew there was no use. Mr. Fabray already had his mind made up about Puck.
"No offense, Sir," Puck began, resting the broom on the wall. "But I'm pretty sure Quinn's heart's still broken from when you left."
Before Puck could process what he'd actually said, he felt a sharp blow to his ribcage, as the man's fist forced him backwards into the wall. Puck was honestly caught off guard, and didn't expect that.
"Let me be perfectly clear." Mr. Fabray said as Puck was clutching his ribcage. Puck had been in a fair share of fights, and apparently so had Quinn's father. "You don't know anything about my family. And unless you want any more 'bellyache', I recommend you stay away from Quinn.
"Is that a threat?" Puck managed as he struggled for breath.
"No, it's a promise." Mr. Fabray replied shortly, turning to leave.
"I plan on continuing to see your daughter, Mr. Fabray." Puck announced bravely. Although he immediately regretted it once Quinn's father turned back around.
"We'll see about that." He snarled, before punching Puck again, this time further left on his rib cage. Puck couldn't handle the force and once again fell against the wall. He decided not to worsen the situation, so simply held his stomach as Mr. Fabray strode out of the club without looking back.
Puck had a decision to make. For him, it was an easy decision, but would it mean that him and Quinn could never have a normal relationship? Was that something he was willing to sacrifice for the girl of his dreams?
Hope you enjoyed this slightly longer chapter! The song used was Taking Over Me by Lawson:)
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