11She Is the Only Exception
Chapter 1
Summary: Quinn doesn't want to be with Puck, for a couple of reasons. And yet…she just can't stand being away from him. Rated for intensely charged moments and a few swear words.
Quinn ran out of the choir room the moment Rachel was done singing. She couldn't stand being in the same room with Puck for another second.
That sounds a little harsh, Quinn thought, reflecting on her reason for leaving. It wasn't that she didn't like Puck – or even still be completely in love with him – it was the fact that she cared for him was the reason she had to leave. She knew that if she stayed near him for even a nanosecond, she would start professing her undying love for him and probably burst into song since that seemed to happen a lot in Glee Club.
Quinn couldn't let herself get close to Puck. There were a couple of reasons, one of them being simple: she just wasn't ready to be in a relationship at the time. Between Cheerios, Glee, being popular again, mending her unstable relationship with her mother, and the crying fits (she lied when she talked to Jacob Ben Israel. She was having major maternity blues although she thought it was something a little major seeming as maternity blues were supposed to go away after a few days and hers had lasted the entire summer and then some), Quinn just wasn't ready for a full fledged relationship. Quinn really thought that she wouldn't care if Orlando Bloom himself asked her to be his girlfriend, she would still say no because she was just so stressed out.
The other…the other was the object of her maternity blues. Her baby girl, Beth. Quinn had gotten a good look at Beth before giving her over to Shelby. Puck…he looked a lot like Beth. Honestly, even if her lie about Finn being the father would have lasted to the birth, there would have been no hiding the real father after Finn got a good look at Beth. She may not have had a Mohawk, but she was the next best thing: the spitting image of her father. Beth's face had the same shape, her eyes the same beautiful color, her nose having the smallest hint of the stereotypical Jewish nose, just like Puck's. Heck, even her hair did turn up a little bit into a fauxhawk.
Quinn couldn't stand looking at Puck and seeing Beth, the baby girl she knew she had to give up. So Quinn had simply avoided him the last few months. It hurt her because he had basically told her that he loved her and she knew it was a huge step for him to admit something like that. Then there was the fact that every time Puck looked at her, she could see the pain in his eyes, the rejection.
So there Quinn stood, waiting for her mom to come pick her up from school, standing all by herself instead of wrapped up in Puck's arms, like she wanted to be so badly. She switched her messenger bag from her right shoulder to her left, wondering when her mother would finally get to the school.
"You know, if that's too heavy, I could hold it for you," a soothing male voice offered. Quinn's breath stopped. Of course Puck just had to come out and see her, of course Puck just had to notice that her shoulder was bothering her, and of course Puck had to be all gentlemanly about it and offer to hold it for her. Darn him and his new found manners.
"I'm fine," she said coldly, not looking at him. Just stare right ahead Quinn, don't look at him. If you look, it'll be harder to say no.
"Okay, whatever," Puck said, backing off quickly. He came up behind her. Every hair on her body stood up on edge. He was too close, much too close. She was going to suffocate if he stayed this close for too long and she felt like he knew it.
Puck didn't seem to care, if he did know it. He just closer and closer until he was pressing up against her back. She marveled at how perfectly they fit, how every curve of her body seemed to be perfectly molded against his. She felt how chiseled his chest had become over the summer. Why had he been working out so prolifically? She knew he didn't exactly like working out but felt it was a necessary evil. Oh yeah, Quinn thought, he said that he works out when eh's stressed. That's why he got super buff freshman year, because his sister had gotten really sick so he worked out to get his mind off of it. I'd say that having the only girl he ever really loved reject him like a cold-hearted bitch is definitely reason enough to get stressed out.
"Quinn," Puck whispered huskily in her ear. His voice sent shivers down her spine. Jeez, if he can have this affect on me by simply talking, what happens if I stand here for too long?
"Puck, just-"
"Please," he begged. She felt her heart break at the sound. Puck didn't beg. Puck got instant gratification. Puck hardly needed to ask, he just simply got it. Yet here he stood, begging for Quinn. It was almost too much for her to handle. "Please Quinn," he said, ever so softly. His hand started tracing a line in her right arm, making it hard for her to think.
"Puck, I can't," she said hopelessly.
"Yes, you can. Just say yes." Puck took his other hand and put it on her left shoulder, pushing the messenger bag down, her arm along with it. The bag fell to the floor, forgotten, and his hand traced slow, lazy circles on her wrist.
"I…" she stopped mid-sentence, all protests forgotten. Puck's left hand stopped tracing circles, and instead, laced itself through her fingers. Her heart beat a million times faster, her knees were getting weak, and her breath wasn't coming in fast enough.
Puck's lips made a slow line from the curve of her shoulder to the crook of her neck. He pulled back a fraction of an inch, hesitation, asking if he could do more. Quinn closed her eyes, and moved her neck to the side, silently giving him an invitation. Puck started kissing her neck again, and a moan escaped Quinn's mouth. She could feel Puck's smile against her skin, with him knowing he was having the exact reaction he wanted from her. He nibbled softly on her tender flesh and she groaned again. His hand had left its place on her arm and went to her stomach, moving around underneath her Cheerios uniform, his thumb cautiously rubbing up against her the wiring in her bra. He didn't push it farther, knowing she wouldn't be okay it, not just yet.
After what seemed like an eternity (one she would gladly welcome, just being there, in Puck's arms), Quinn moved her neck and, against every warning her brain was screaming at her, brought her lips to face his. He smiled softly.
"Quinn," he whispered, his voice full of longing. They leaned in, taking their time.
When his lips gently brushed up against hers, she felt like she was in Heaven. It wasn't like the frenzied kisses they had shared when she got pregnant, or the heated, angry kisses they had shared occasionally when she had been living with him, nothing close to either of those. It was so full of love and passion, longing and needing, fueled with emotion, yet so incredibly chaste and sweet. The kiss was so sweet and innocent Quinn feared she would start crying at any moment.
I SAY A LITTLE PRAYER FOR YOU. FOREVER, FOREVER, I GIVE YOU MY HEART…
"Oh!" Quinn breathed, lunging for her discarded backpack.
"Damn it," she heard Puck whisper fiercely.
"Yes mom?" Quinn answered. Her mother told her she was close and where should they meet. Quinn told Mrs. Fabray that they would meet in front of the main entrance (which happened to be far way from where Quinn was currently standing), then hung up.
"Quinn-"
"We can't do this Puck. I can't do this!"
"So we'll take it slow, super slow. I'll wait Quinn," he pleaded.
"No Puck, you won't. You say that now, but in a week you'll get antsy and go out and get back with Santana or some other girl," Quinn told him. He shook his head.
"Not this time. Not for you. If it was any other girl…but I'd wait for you Quinn. I'll wait until you're okay, I'll wait," he insisted. Quinn kept shaking her head, trying to block out his sincere words. "Quinn…do you really think you're the only one who misses Beth?"
His words made her eyes pop open. How could he know that was bothering me?
"I miss her too, so much. I know you think she looked like me, but I thought she looked like you. Every time I look at you, I see her. It hurts, I'm not gonna lie but…wouldn't it make sense that you be with the one person who understands how you feel?" Puck asked her quietly. Quinn closed her eyes, knowing he made perfect sense. "Quinn…please." There it was, his voice taking on that begging note. "Quinn I-"
"NO!" she yelled, putting her hand over his mouth. "Do NOT finish that sentence," she whispered.
"What if I meant it?" he asked his words only slightly muffled by her hand. She slowly took her hand away and realized how incredibly close their lips were. He seemed to realize it too. Quinn found herself leaning in again, wanting so badly to touch her lips against his. He leaned in just a little bit too. Puck took her hand and held it to his chest, breathing heavily.
"If…you…I just…" No. No, I can't. I won't. "I'm sorry Puck. I can't." Quinn picked up her bag and ran in the direction of the main entrance, tears streaming down her face.
I'm doing the right thing. I'm doing the right thing. I'm doing the right thing. I'm doing the right thing, Quinn told herself over and over.
Somehow, she didn't believe it.
There will be a second chapter coming tomorrow night. I hope this was okay. Since I have absolutely no experience with kissing or anything of that nature, I always worry those scenes aren't very good and since this is a a kiddie version of a PWP, I was worried this sucked. However, when plot bunnies strike, they strike hard.
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