How to find your feet

When Jenny was all done with the formalities of changing schools, she got a text from Puck telling her to meet him by the entrance. So off she went and there he was. She smiled widely at him, feeling her knees buckle a bit as she saw him in his letterman jacket and pilot-sunglasses. Oh, could he be any hotter? Was it even possible? Maybe with a leather jacket?

He whistled when he saw her and whooped when she came close enough for him to look over his sunglasses at her with his smouldering look. She felt her insides heat up under his gaze and willingly came into his arms and greeted his lips with cheer when he bent to kiss her.

What a way to start the day.

"Looking hot," he commented, his arm thrown over her shoulder as they went into the school again.

"Thanks," she said, biting her bottom lip as they passed locker after locker, finally stopping by one that Puck didn't even seem to notice they had stopped by. "So what's your first class?"

"Uhm," he said, smiling sheepishly.

"I've got Spanish," she said and he shook his head.

"I don't do Spanish. Mr Shue is cool and all, but Spanish ain't my style."

Jenny narrowed her eyes at him and felt like something was off. He was acting different. And then, when his arm finally left her shoulder and he faced her, she saw him tense up. The old Jenny would have turned around and looked, to see who it was that could have that effect on him and then she would have been jealous. But this Jenny, the new one, just smiled at him and tentatively touched his arm.

"How about you meet me for lunch then?"

"Can't," he said and made some kind of apologetic eyes at her. She didn't feel the sincerity in the action though, and combined with the past few weeks weird actions, Jenny's cup was about to run over unless he offered something real tempting, real soon.

Surprise, surprise, he didn't offer anything in return or instead of their lunch-date.

"Fine," she said and put on a strained smile. "I'll better be going, I gotta find my classroom before all hell breaks loose here and people run me down."

"Oh yeah, you should. I'm heading in the other direction, or I'd go with you," he said, and still Jenny felt like he was lying his ass of. Before she had time to say anything, he bent down and kissed her. And it was a proper kiss that, again, made her knees feel a little weak.

"Have a good day," he said in a dark, husky voice and Jenny nodded. She was completely dazed when he left her and she looked around dizzily.

"Oh you look lost," came the sweet voice of Kurt Hummel and Jenny turned to give him a smile.

"Really? I thought I might look dizzy," she offered and he put his arm through hers.

"That too. What's you're first class?" he asked as they started walking down the hall, Jenny clutching her things in her right arm and Kurt not even seeming to have books. Then she saw the bag slung over his shoulder.

"Spanish with Mr Shuester."

"Too bad. I have French. But," he said with a little smile. "Are classrooms are at least next door to each other."

"So you'll show me the way?" Jenny asked hopefully and he nodded.

"Sure thing, Lima bean."

Jenny shook her head, smiling, and they headed off into the sea of people.

When the bell rang for lunch, Jenny headed to the cafeteria alone. Kurt had pointed the way earlier and she kind of remembered so it wasn't that bad to find it. Actually, with all the people heading in the same direction, it was almost easy.

She was sitting by a table by herself when she saw Puck sitting with a table full of boys, all of them in letterman jackets and all of them laughing loudly. She eyes Puck lustfully, or at least she thought that's what it looked like, when someone said "Girl, don't even think about it" from behind her.

Next to Kurt stood a full-figured girl who was so pretty Jenny almost did the dramatic wide-eyes-omg thing Blair had down pat. But she changed her mind and gave them a friendly smile instead.

"What do you mean?" she asked, as Kurt and the girl sat down at her table.

"What Mercedes was trying to say, and not so discretely," Kurt sent her a pointed look, "was that Puck might be off the market."

Jenny felt a smile tug at the corner of her mouth. "Really? So what's the DL?"

"Oh the man is single enough," Mercedes said, "but you see that blond there?" Jenny followed the pointed finger to a blond girl in a cheerleader uniform and almost cringed. She was so pretty it made Jenny feel butt-ugly.

"Sure," she said and felt her throat close up. She knew this was going to be bad, since Kurt had that look on his face. If he knew she was with Puck, she was pretty sure the look on his face would be ten times worse. Why hadn't she just told them?

"That's Quinn. Last year she had a baby," Kurt started and a horrible realization crashed over her. "Puck's the father. But they gave her up – Rachel's birth mother is the adoptive mother."

She felt her heart slam into her chest; this time not from being caught off guard in the best way there was. She felt her throat close up even further and Jenny looked down at the table.

"You okay, girl?" Mercedes asked and Jenny did her best to nod.

"You look like you're about to throw up," Kurt commented and Jenny thought she actually might.

She looked up, just when she felt a hand on her shoulder and the stunned faces of Kurt and Mercedes told her just who would be behind her. "Having a good day babe?" he said, and kissed her neck as he bent down. She gasped for air and he sat down beside her. "See you've met Mercedes and Kurt," he said and looked at her. "What? What's the look for?"

He looked so confused Jenny was about to throw milk in his face when Mercedes cleared her throat and Kurt said something Jenny didn't quite hear. The only sound she heard was the loud buzzing in her ears.

"You had a baby?" she choked out, and Puck's eyes turned on her, wide with horror.

"Jenny," he started, but nothing followed.

"So," Kurt said, trying to break the tension. "I take it you two know each other?"

"Hah!" Jenny scoffed and Puck frowned at her.

"Yes, we do, but I still haven't told her everything," he said, not looking away from Jenny's' eyes. "Look, I was going to tell you today, honest, but then you showed up looking like that and I couldn't even think straight. I just kept thinking about that night when your mom and Ryan went out, remember?"

She felt herself get pulled back to earth, that look in his eyes was something she could relate to. Something she had felt at the latest just a few minutes ago – the look of lust.

"Yeah, I remember," she said hoarsely.

Again, someone cleared their throat and Jenny looked at the people sitting by her table.

"How'd y'all meet?" Mercedes asked and Jenny smiled.

"We have a pool," she answered and both the other kids nodded.

Apparently everyone around here knew everyone's business. Jenny had thought she was getting out of the Upper East Side… Apparently, real high schools were pretty much the same as the one she just quit.

"What's on your mind?" Puck asked, just as her phone buzzed. She looked down at the message. Gossip Girl. She made it disappear, but the cold pit in her stomach was still there. She knew the face in the blast well. Actually, some nights she'd spent memorizing it. The blast was about Nate…