[what if] he was sorry...
Why must I feel like that
Why must I chase the cat
Nothin' but the dog in me
Puck & Quinn
How could she have been so wrong? Trusting his word, it had felt like something had been going so right. That she could've done this, she wouldn't have been alone. Not that this changed anything, if anything it made it all feel a bit worse. Her parents didn't want her; Finn, he was a good guy, but he wasn't going to stick around if he found out the truth; and even the woman who wanted her baby wasn't exactly the best candidate. Quinn trusted Mr. Schuester. At the very least, she thought he was a good man, and that he'd make a good father.
Though her judgment on that factor was a bit off these days. Thinking that she could've actually done something right, that she could've been honest with Finn, told him the truth, and kept the baby. Sitting on the bleachers though, she couldn't help but wish it had all been different.
Brittany wasn't holding her tuck long enough.
Pushing the thought away, she focused on the girls practicing, wondering if her girl would want to be a cheerleader too. Pulling her coat tighter across herself, she brushed at a tear that had fallen across her cheek. Rolling her eyes, mostly at herself, she couldn't get over the fact that she let him get to her so much. The sound of the bleachers being walked on was distinct, but she kept her focus on the team that used to be hers, not wanting to talk to anyone at the moment.
"Can we talk?"
Shutting her eyes, she turned a bit further away from him, "No."
"You know I can't help it, Quinn."
"I said, I didn't want to talk to you."
"Yeah, well, maybe I wasn't listening."
Gritting her teeth, she exhaled sharply, twisting around to meet his gaze, "Clearly." Lifting an eyebrow, Quinn looked Puck over, "So? Speak."
"Here?"
Santana was out there, the new head Cheerleader, and the level of frustration that put onto Quinn was insurmountable. Standing up she knew Santana would see, but at this point she didn't care. Santana already made herself very clear. Walking down the bleachers, Quinn left Puck standing there for a moment, with him following minutes later.
Just inside the back hallway, she waited, arms crossed across her chest, well aware that all it did was make her baby bump look more prominent. With her chin jutted up just enough, she looked up at Puck, "So? Is this better?"
His hands moved to his back pockets, shrugging his shoulders up slightly, "Yeah. Uh, look, I can't help it. I didn't want to hurt you though, that's why I said it was Mike."
So far it wasn't anything she hadn't heard before, well the not wanting to hurt her was one thing. It was a start, a very slow start at that.
"If you want to do this, I mean if you want to keep the baby, I want to help. I said I wanted to, and I meant it."
"How is going off with Santana going to help me? How is me wondering if you're out with her, instead of picking up something for our child, going to help?"
"Look, I'm sorry. I want to say it won't happen again, but this is a change for me too. It isn't like I can just wake up and turn off wanting things."
His hand reached outward, trying to take hers away from tucked in against herself. It wasn't so easy to keep up her stern attitude, when he disarmed her so easily. Her fingers fit in against his palm lightly, her other hand moving to cling tighter to her side.
"I like you, Quinn, and I want you to trust that I'm going to make the right choice when it's important. Santana? That's not important, and if you want to just say forget it, and throw out what we have? Because, you have to admit, we have something," Puck smirked down at her. "Then that's your choice, just don't let the habits I can't break so easily, mess this up."
Looking up at him, she had to return the smirk, because he was right, they did have something. Dropping her gaze to the ground, she shrugged her shoulder up a bit, "You've got five months." Lifting her head again she looked at him, "Five months to figure out if you can be, both, what my baby needs and what I need. Until then, I just don't want to hear about it."
Her hand squeezed his for a moment, before slipping loose and to her side. Taking a breath, she knew she couldn't look at him again, so she turned, heading out toward the back gymnasium entrance to the school. In five months, everything could be different, why not Puck too?
[ooc: Puck is lima-loser, and was used in conjunction with the request for Quick set to the theme of Atomic by George Clinton]
Why must I chase the cat
Nothin' but the dog in me
Puck & Quinn
How could she have been so wrong? Trusting his word, it had felt like something had been going so right. That she could've done this, she wouldn't have been alone. Not that this changed anything, if anything it made it all feel a bit worse. Her parents didn't want her; Finn, he was a good guy, but he wasn't going to stick around if he found out the truth; and even the woman who wanted her baby wasn't exactly the best candidate. Quinn trusted Mr. Schuester. At the very least, she thought he was a good man, and that he'd make a good father.
Though her judgment on that factor was a bit off these days. Thinking that she could've actually done something right, that she could've been honest with Finn, told him the truth, and kept the baby. Sitting on the bleachers though, she couldn't help but wish it had all been different.
Brittany wasn't holding her tuck long enough.
Pushing the thought away, she focused on the girls practicing, wondering if her girl would want to be a cheerleader too. Pulling her coat tighter across herself, she brushed at a tear that had fallen across her cheek. Rolling her eyes, mostly at herself, she couldn't get over the fact that she let him get to her so much. The sound of the bleachers being walked on was distinct, but she kept her focus on the team that used to be hers, not wanting to talk to anyone at the moment.
"Can we talk?"
Shutting her eyes, she turned a bit further away from him, "No."
"You know I can't help it, Quinn."
"I said, I didn't want to talk to you."
"Yeah, well, maybe I wasn't listening."
Gritting her teeth, she exhaled sharply, twisting around to meet his gaze, "Clearly." Lifting an eyebrow, Quinn looked Puck over, "So? Speak."
"Here?"
Santana was out there, the new head Cheerleader, and the level of frustration that put onto Quinn was insurmountable. Standing up she knew Santana would see, but at this point she didn't care. Santana already made herself very clear. Walking down the bleachers, Quinn left Puck standing there for a moment, with him following minutes later.
Just inside the back hallway, she waited, arms crossed across her chest, well aware that all it did was make her baby bump look more prominent. With her chin jutted up just enough, she looked up at Puck, "So? Is this better?"
His hands moved to his back pockets, shrugging his shoulders up slightly, "Yeah. Uh, look, I can't help it. I didn't want to hurt you though, that's why I said it was Mike."
So far it wasn't anything she hadn't heard before, well the not wanting to hurt her was one thing. It was a start, a very slow start at that.
"If you want to do this, I mean if you want to keep the baby, I want to help. I said I wanted to, and I meant it."
"How is going off with Santana going to help me? How is me wondering if you're out with her, instead of picking up something for our child, going to help?"
"Look, I'm sorry. I want to say it won't happen again, but this is a change for me too. It isn't like I can just wake up and turn off wanting things."
His hand reached outward, trying to take hers away from tucked in against herself. It wasn't so easy to keep up her stern attitude, when he disarmed her so easily. Her fingers fit in against his palm lightly, her other hand moving to cling tighter to her side.
"I like you, Quinn, and I want you to trust that I'm going to make the right choice when it's important. Santana? That's not important, and if you want to just say forget it, and throw out what we have? Because, you have to admit, we have something," Puck smirked down at her. "Then that's your choice, just don't let the habits I can't break so easily, mess this up."
Looking up at him, she had to return the smirk, because he was right, they did have something. Dropping her gaze to the ground, she shrugged her shoulder up a bit, "You've got five months." Lifting her head again she looked at him, "Five months to figure out if you can be, both, what my baby needs and what I need. Until then, I just don't want to hear about it."
Her hand squeezed his for a moment, before slipping loose and to her side. Taking a breath, she knew she couldn't look at him again, so she turned, heading out toward the back gymnasium entrance to the school. In five months, everything could be different, why not Puck too?
[ooc: Puck is lima-loser, and was used in conjunction with the request for Quick set to the theme of Atomic by George Clinton]