Here's chapter 11!
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"Quinn!"
Quinn felt Finn's lips being yanked away from her own. She opened her eyes and saw Puck holding Finn by the back of his shirt. "Puck what are you doing?" she asked, surprised.
"I have a favor to ask of you," he said calmly, releasing Finn.
"Dude that hurt," Finn mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.
Puck raised his eyebrows at Quinn and smirked. "That's what she said."
She rolled her eyes. "Puck, seriously-"
"Seriously. I'm in pain," Finn whined, interrupting her.
Puck and Quinn turned towards him for a moment, and then turned their attention back to each other. "I have a favor to ask," Puck repeated.
Quinn shifted her eyes back to Finn. He was muttering under his breath and stormed away. "Dude, what the hell?" Puck called after him.
"That hurt!" he shouted back, heading towards the nurse's office.
Quinn stifled a laugh and focused on Puck. "Okay, what?" she asked.
Puck's head was still turned towards Finn's direction, shaking his head. "Puck," she grabbed his arm in an attempt to get his attention back.
"Yeah? Oh, right. Favor. Listen, can you babysit Danielle tonight? I have plans and I'd really appreciate it."
"Your mom's working the late shift again?" Quinn asked.
"Yeah," he said, looking away for a second before returning his eyes back to hers, "So, please?"
She sighed. "Fine."
Puck smiled, leaning towards her. "As special thanks, make sure you listen good to my song in glee club today. I really mean it."
Quinn raised her eyebrow. "Puck, what are you talking about?"
He shrugged and took a step away. Quickly, he pivoted his foot back, tilting his head and body towards her again. "Just listen."
Puck looked down at his arm, where her hand was still gripping loosely. Quinn snapped her hand back, shocked. He smirked and walked down the hallway, leaving her gaping at her hand. She shook herself out of her little trance. "What the hell, Puck?" she screamed down the hall at him.
People stopped and stared at her, confused. He continued to walk. She watched him shake his head and heard his laughter fill the quiet halls.
Quinn trooped into glee club, happily swinging Finn's hand intertwined with her own. Mr. Schuester smiled at them and gave them a little wave as they walked in. Everyone was already seated, except for Puck, who was standing in front of everyone else. Quinn attempted to make eye contact with Kurt or Mercedes, but neither of them seemed to ever want to look at her anymore. She tried to not let it bother her, but it did. She sighed and sat down next to Finn, immediately returning Finn's hand squeeze. He smiled warmly at her. "You okay?" he asked, noting her suddenly unhappy expression.
"Of course," she whispered.
"Alright guys," Mr. Schuester began, "Puck's got a special song for us today. Take it away, Puck."
Puck stepped forward and smirked. "I'm gonna need some help with this one. Brit? San?"
Brittany and Santana linked pinkies and planted themselves on either side of him. Puck lifted up his arms and draped them over their shoulders. Quinn smiled as the girls began to dance as the band started to play the music. Puck winked at Quinn and began to sing.
I was just a kid working for the man for the first time
He said listen kid you better hear my advice
Treat'em like dirt
They stick forever to the bottom of your shoe
I said Mr. Man that ain't nice
You gotta treat a girl right
Take her out, wine and dine her,
Always be polite
Kid, all good does you,
But soon you'll see she don't want no goody two shoes
Puck continued to gaze steadily at Quinn and she began to shift uncomfortably in her chair. Finally he smirked again and broke eye contact as he spun Brittany.
Boy just a goody two
Goody two shoes
Just a goody two
Two shoes
You got style, you got grace
But, kid, you try so hard she just laughs in your face
You're a nice guy with the wrong attitude
She want a bad boy (bad boys bad boys all we want is bad boys)
Santana and Brittany sung backup to Puck and Santana grinded on him. Quinn clenched her fist, unsure where her sudden anger was coming from. She shook her head ever so slightly and assured herself that the lyrics were getting under her skin.
I treat her dirt, she loves me good (so good)
And I just hate to have to tell you
'Cause you're a nice guy but that just won't do
She want a bad boy (bad boys bad boys all we want is bad boys)
Listen kid, you hear them sirens coming for me
But, when I get downtown she will already be
Posting bail in her favorite dress
Smiling at me because I'm no good
You can buy her everything she likes, and I'm sure she'll be obliged
To let you steal a kiss, maybe even spend the night
Kid, all good, just know that she'll be thinking of me, even when she's with you
Puck noticed her irritation and thrusted his hips towards her. Her hand flew to her mouth, completely shocked. She looked away, at Finn, who matched Puck's smirk.
Boy just a goody two
Goody two shoes
Just a goody two
Two shoes
You got style, you got grace
but kid you try so hard she just laughs in your face
You're a nice guy with the wrong attitude
She want a bad boy (bad boys bad boys all we want is bad boys)
I treat her bad, she loves me good (so good)
And I just hate to have to tell you
'Cause you're a nice guy but that just won't do
She want a bad boy (bad boys bad boys all we want is bad boys)
Puck motioned towards all the other glee club members and they climbed out of their seats and onto the floor surrounding him. All except Quinn and Finn. Finn tried to get up, but Quinn restrained him, shaking her head firmly.
Whoa, alright now,
Singles ladies (yeah)
I'm gonna need your help now
(Tell us whatcha want us to do now [x2])
I need help your girls
(You're a bad boy)
I say I need help now (help now)
So bad (so bad)
So good (so good)
So bad (bad)
Good (good)
Finally, Finn broke away from Quinn's hand and began to dance, poorly, with the other members. Puck stepped away from everyone dancing around him and sung directly to Quinn, smirking the whole time.
Goddamn, You got style, you got grace
You try so hard she just laughs in your face
You're a nice guy with the wrong attitude
She want a bad boy (bad boys bad boys all we want is bad boys)
I treat her bad, she loves me good(so good)
And I just hate to have to tell you
'Cause you're a nice guy but that just won't do
She want a bad boy (bad boys bad boys all we want is bad boys)
Boy just a goody two
Goody two shoes
Just a goody two
Two shoes
Quinn glared at him, but couldn't help but smile a little bit. She couldn't fight it anymore, and burst out laughing. Puck returned the laughter.
Beth began to laugh hysterically. "Oh my god, Mom. That's great."
Quinn shook her head, remembering the feeling of anger and the desire to laugh. "It wasn't that great."
"I will never forget your facial expression that day, Quinn. Priceless," her husband smiled.
Her family continued to laugh as Quinn felt her cheeks burn and turn pink. "Oh, shush."