not your ghost anymore ;; [PUCK]

[quinn lucy fabray]

i think the spotlight always gives you stage fright
WISH THIS ALL WOULD END RIGHT

STOP MAKING MY HEAD SPIN
it's over but what if we just pretend

It was finally the end of the week, which Quinn could not deny made her happy. It had been a long week full of stress and school work, and the seventeen year old was looking forward to a weekend of pure relaxation and laziness. Her plan was to spend most of it with Sam, but in case that didn’t work out she had a back up plan. That back up plan was to go shopping for a few new things, then going home and lounging on the couch in her sweatpants. She would have normally made plans with one of her friends but she really just wanted some time to herself because she had been around people all week. She needed some time to relax and try and alleviate some of the stress that had built up thanks to the two Sectional competitions she was getting ready for. It was a solid plan in her mind, but first she had to get through Cheerios practise. Truthfully, she didn’t want to go to practise – nor did she think it was necessary since they had the routine down pretty perfectly – but as the Captain, Quinn’s presence was required and she didn’t want to argue with Coach Sylvester and risk getting kicked off the team again. Now that she was back on, she was determined to stay there for as long as she could.

Once the last bell rang, Quinn hopped quickly out of her seat and rushed to the door. Once she had joined the throngs of students in the hallways, she headed to her locker to drop off her books and get her gym bag with her practise clothes inside. Coach Sylvester didn’t like the Cheerios being late when they had a scheduled practise, and Quinn had about ten minutes to get to her locker, get to the change rooms, change, and get into the gym so she was going as fast as she could. Getting there quickly was proving to be a bit difficult, however, since three freshmen had just stepped in front of her and were moving at a turtle pace. Frustrated, the cheerleader tried to get past them and after almost colliding with a senior, finally managed and got to her locker. Once there, she fumbled with her lock, wretched the door open, stuffed her books inside, pulled out her gym bag and hurried back down the hall after shutting the door again. By now, most people were heading out the parking lot to get on the buses and into their cars, but luckily Quinn was going the other way so nobody was in her way anymore. After changing and getting into the gym with two minutes to spare, Quinn started to warm up then stood up to wait for Sue’s instructions.

After a few hours of practise, the Cheerios were finally dismissed and Quinn immediately retrieved her water bottle from the bench where she’d left it. The football players had had practise on the field and were probably just finishing up too and since Quinn assumed Sam would have to come in through the gym to get to the change rooms, she decided to go and change then wait for him there. After saying goodbye to her teammates and heading into the change room, she quickly got changed then headed back out to the gym. When she got there, she dropped her bag at her feet and sat down on one of the bottom bleachers to wait for her boyfriend, hoping he wouldn’t have plans that night and they could do something. At least then her weekend would be off to a good start.

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[noah adam puckerman]

That Rebecca Black chick had it right when she made a song about Friday--of course, the song sucked, but Friday was still an awesome day. Puck was looking forward to what would probably be another awesome weekend. After all, everything he did was awesome. He could probably do the world's most un-awesome thing and make it awesome. Like... Like wear plaid pants. He could totally pull off plaid pants.

The worst thing about Fridays, to be honest, was probably football practice. He'd never admit it, but Puck wasn't a major football fan. He only really started playing when Finn did, and because it was the most socially acceptable sport to play. And it wasn't like he was gonna play soccer—Playing soccer was for pussies. Anyway, he was totally chill with the football thing when Coach Tanaka was coaching. After all, it meant that he hardly had to practice and he was still one of the better players. Of course, the losing part sucked, because nobody likes to lose, but at least he wasn't Coach Beiste. As far as Puck was concerned, Shannon Beiste was a slave driver. Three hour practices after school, and then six hours on the weekends? No thank you. He had things and people to do, after all. But he had to suck it up and tough it out, unless he wanted to be kicked off the team. And Noah Puckerman being kicked off the football team would be like Noah Puckerman without a mohawk; it's just wrong.

Thankfully, football practice was just wrapping up early, (Coach Beiste had mentioned some kind of Grey's Anatomy marathon, which was totally weird, because Puck was pretty sure that was some sort of porn movie. Not that he'd watched it—he preferred the real thing, after all.) and Puck was so ready to be out of the shithole known as McKinley High School. He got changed as fast as possible, slipping into a short sleeved tee-shirt to show off his awesome guns, and walked into the gym, making sure to 'accidentally' bump into Karofsky on his way out. What a douche.

On his way out the gym and into the parking lot, however, Puck saw a familiar figure sitting on the bleachers. He made his way over to her, a smirk on his face and his stomach doing that weird-ass flippy shit it always did around Quinn. “Hey hey, Fabray,” he leaned against the bleachers, dropping his football bag to the ground next to him. “You waiting around for fish lips, or what?”

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[quinn lucy fabray]

i think the spotlight always gives you stage fright
WISH THIS ALL WOULD END RIGHT

STOP MAKING MY HEAD SPIN
it's over but what if we just pretend

The bleachers were a familiar perch for Quinn, since that was where she had watched the Cheerios practise longingly last year, wishing she was still part of the team. She had her Captain title and uniform taken from her as a result of her pregnancy since she had started to show and Coach Sylvester didn’t want to ruin the team’s image by having a fat pregnant girl on the top of the pyramid. Plus, with her water weight added Quinn had gotten a little heavier and it was clear that lifting her was straining some of the other girls. During those days, the seventeen year old had wished that everything could go back to how they were and she could have her body back. Now that she had gotten her wish, she sometimes wondered what would have happened if the coach hadn’t let her back onto the team. Along with that came thoughts of what would have happened if she and Puck hadn’t agreed to give their daughter up. Would she have pushed Sam away completely, or would she have dated him? Would he have helped her raise the baby as his own the way Finn had stepped up to do when he thought Beth was his? In all honesty, Quinn assumed that the answer to the last question would have been yes since he’d told her countless times that he would do pretty much anything for her.

She had to admit that she still thought about the baby, and worried about how she was doing. Quinn wasn’t sure what had brought on those thoughts, but she had found herself staring at the small framed picture on her nightstand – the only one she had of her beautiful baby girl. After that, regret for letting her go had sunk in, and she had actually shed a few tears that had fallen onto the glass of the frame. It was a constant reminder of the decision she and Puck had made and brought on a lot of guilt and longing, but she just couldn’t bear to part with the picture. It was the only documentation she had that the baby she had been carrying around for nine months the year before truly existed, and that even though she wasn’t technically Quinn and Puck’s by adoption now, she was still their biological daughter and Quinn loved her. She had known she loved that little girl the moment the nurse had placed the tiny pink bundle in her arms, and for one moment she had held her baby and didn’t ever want to let her go. Another thing she had to admit was that she hadn’t been entirely sure about giving Beth up when she’d stared down at her through the nursery window, watching her scrunch up her tiny fist as she slept. Seeing even that small gesture had made Quinn re-think everything all over again, but in the end she let her responsible nature and thoughts of what was best for her daughter win out.

It was strange that sitting alone in the gymnasium waiting for Sam could trigger those thoughts, but she didn’t mind them even though they were hard to experience. One thing she was now realizing was that she hadn’t even spoken to Puck about any of this since they agree dot give her up and took one last look at her before handing her off to the rest of her life and a mother who could raise her properly. The truth was, however, that Quinn wasn’t sure she wanted to talk to anyone else about it – even Sam. It was painful enough dealing with her own remorse and longing, and adding another person’s into it would probably turn out badly. She could feel a few tears starting to form in the brim of her eyes, and quickly reached up to dab them with her sleeve before they fully formed. Then, she focused all her attention on the door leading outside and repositioned herself so she could see Sam the moment he walked in. Her search, however, was interrupted by a familiar voice and she looked up to see Puck standing next to her. She had just been thinking about him, and now there he was like she had summoned him with her thoughts; now that was creepy. She studied him as he dropped his bag, then shrugged in response to his question. “Don’t call him that. And yes, if you must know,”

[/color] she said, narrowing her eyes at him. “What are you still doing here?”[/color] Normally, the question would have had something sarcastic added onto it, but given the emotional feelings she was experiencing at the moment, she didn’t bother to do that.

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[noah adam puckerman]

“What are you still doing here?” Quinn had asked. And, to be honest, he didn't completely know the answer to her question. After all, hadn't their ties been cut from one another when they signed the adoption papers, giving a woman who was, essentially, all rights to their child? To Puck, it was kind of bullshit. Had he not worked for nine months to provide for Quinn while she was pregnant? Had he not given up his best friend to a girl who now ignored him? It sucked majorly.

And, what was the worst part was the fact that his rebound was now Evans. As in Sam Evans. As in Sam “my mouth looks like two inflatable rafts sewn on to a face and painted with the paint they use on firetrucks,” Evans. What did blondie have that Puck didn't? A lack of badassery, that's what! And sure, he could play guitar. But Puck was the token guitar guy. Puck could do an arm windmill, and Sam? Sam's windmill was probably more of a pinwheel. That whole quarterback thing didn't even matter, really. Puck threw people in dumpsters! And Puck had guns. Sam? Sam was a joke. Sure, he had those arms, but let's see those things hold a lady close and keep her warm after a round of hot and passionate sex. In fact, Sam probably had problems with early arrival, or some pussy shit like that. Puck tried not to snort aloud. It was almost funny, the fact that Quinn thought she could follow up her and Puck's awesome relationship with Sam Evans.

“I dunno why you'd be waiting around for him,” Puck said, a look and aura of nonchalance exuding from his very being. “Dude's a tool. Come to think of it,” he took a seat nearly next to her, separated by only a few seats. “I don't even know why you'd settle for him. You totally deserve better.” He let silence fill the air for a moment before speaking. “Isn't it funny how we've barely said jack to each other this year?” He turned to face her, the deeper question burning in his eyes. “You know, we haven't even talked about it. What the fuck happened? Summer came and went, so we're all gonna play the 'act like a dumbfuck and pretend nothing happened last year' game?” He ventured further into his guilt-tripping. “Or do you just not care enough about your own fucking daughter? First you don't care enough to keep her, then you don't wanna talk about her? Or even to her father? You just wanna go on, livin' in your little pretend-world where you're still queen bee, and Sam's just a worker bee who's totally wrapped around your stinger.” He frowned and leaned back into the bleachers, rolling his eyes. “And I'm surprised that I'm the first one to call you out on your bullshit. Unless there have been other cases, and you've just tried to pretend they didn't happen, like everything else.”

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[quinn lucy fabray]

i think the spotlight always gives you stage fright
WISH THIS ALL WOULD END RIGHT

STOP MAKING MY HEAD SPIN
it's over but what if we just pretend

She wasn’t sure if it was just her, but Quinn could have sworn that Puck didn’t know the answer to her question himself. She had never pictured him as someone that hung around at school longer than he had to, especially after football practise, but here he was. He was also talking to her for pretty much the first time alone since Beth had been born. They had given her up and Quinn found it too painful to really think about these days, so she tried her best to avoid it if she could because she didn’t want another unexpected surprise. Plus, it wasn’t like he had any responsibility or reason to hang around her now that their daughter was born and adopted and he didn’t have to help her with anything involved in pregnancy. He had provided for her and helped her for those nine long months, but now there was nothing typing them together so she was confused as to why he was still hanging around her.

She wasn’t purposely trying to ignore him but it was easier than trying to deal with the pain and regret that she was feeling now that her daughter was gone. She couldn’t help but wonder if he was going to try to get her to go back to him now that the pregnancy thing was over and done with. She really hoped not because she was with Sam now and she was happy. She had appreciated Puck’s help during her pregnancy and the fact that he had taken responsibility for the mistake, but that was all in the past now and she was doing her best to move forward. It wasn’t in her best interest to let herself be alone with him again because anything could happen even if she didn’t want it to, and that was one of her biggest fears. She didn’t want to ruin what she had with Sam; he was a good match for her and she didn’t want to lose him because of Puck. But, knowing Puck and his tendency to only want a girl until he got into her pants then throw her to the side and move onto the next one, Quinn was thinking maybe she wouldn’t have to worry.

“Because he’s my boyfriend and I love him,”

[/color] she responded with a frown as he took a seat almost right next to her. She stared at him as he mentioned that she was settling for Sam and deserved better, confused momentarily by his words. “Are you jealous or something?”[/color] she asked, really not sure if she was prepared for the answer. Then, the subject that she had been hoping wouldn’t come up was mentioned, and she stiffened as she felt his eyes fall on her. She hesitated for a minute before she answered him, trying to formulate her words properly. “That’s because thinking and talking about it make it harder to accept,”[/color] she said, pausing so she wouldn’t get choked up. “I’m not trying to play a game, Puck. And of course I care about her! I have the picture of her from the hospital framed on my bedside table since it’s the only documentation that she was mine for a short time,”[/color] she cried out, hurt that he would even suggest that she didn’t care about her own daughter. “I wanted to keep her, but what kind of life could we have given her? We did what was best for her.”[/color] She had no idea why he was guilt tripping her like that, but it wasn’t sitting well with her. “Why are you being such a jerk about this? Is this because I’m with Sam, or is it because the thing that tied us together isn’t ours anymore?”[/color] He was cutting her deep right now and she could feel tears starting to form, but she refused to let them fall in front of him.


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