Glee Postsecret Challenge: Part 5
Characters: Quinn, Puck, and Judy Fabray with some Mercedes, Sam, and Rachel for good measure
The Cop
The flashing blue of the police car’s lights filled Quinn’s rearview mirror.
“Shit!” she exclaimed, momentarily forgetting her mother’s presence next to her in the passenger seat.
“Quinn! Watch your language,” Judy chastised her daughter lightly. She giggled though, and the chastisement was lost on Quinn. Her mother had consumed more than her fair share of wine earlier that afternoon at lunch. Quinn just rolled her eyes as she pulled onto the shoulder of the road, parked her car, and waited for the law enforcement officer to approach her vehicle.
Once the officer had finished checking to make sure the car Quinn was driving had not, in fact, been stolen - or whatever the hell it is they do that takes them so long - he approached Quinn’s window and tapped lightly on it. Quinn closed her eyes a few seconds longer than the standard blink before rolling down the window.
“License and registration, please,” the man calmly said.
Quinn’s eyes suddenly went as round as saucers at the sound of his voice, but she didn’t look up at him. She simply reached over and grabbed her license from her mom’s outstretched, unsteady hand and her registration from the dash before sticking them out the window in the general direction of his face.
“Do you realize how fast you were going, ma’am?” he questioned. Quinn saw him look at her registration out of the corner of her eye. She shook her head in response, still refusing to speak, as he flipped the registration over and looked at her driver’s license.
Even in her peripherals, she saw the light bulb flip on in the cop’s eyes.
“Quinn?” he asked, pulling his sunglasses off of his face and tucking them into his shirt pocket. He leaned down against the edge of the car and looked her directly in the face. “How are you doing? It’s been a while!"
Now she had no option but to acknowledge that she very much knew this man.
“Quinn, honey?” Judy mimicked. “Do you know this kind officer?”
Quinn nodded, but the cop answered for her anyway. He stuck his hand in the car in front of Quinn’s face, holding it out for Judy to shake. “Hello, you must be Mrs. Fabray. My name is Noah, Noah Puckerman. If I wasn’t in this uniform, I’d let you call me ‘Puck’, but you know how it is.”
As Judy became completely enamored by Puck’s charm, Quinn allowed herself to take in the features of his smiling face…
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Quinn had already graduated college, but a lot of her friends hadn’t yet. So that Saturday night, she found herself at a toga party just off campus with some of her Super Senior friends.
“Quinn!” Mercedes had called out as she reached Quinn in the crowd, grabbed her hand, and began pulling her through the masses. “You just have to meet Sam’s friend.”
“Is he a college guy?” Quinn asked. It was her new criterion - she wasn’t in college anymore, so she was done dating guys who were still pursuing higher education.
“No, he works. He’s in security or something, I can’t remember,” Mercedes answered, indicating her mostly-empty cup of whatever alcoholic beverage she had been consuming all night.
Quinn nodded and allowed herself to be placed in front of Sam’s friend. Introductions were made, and Quinn suppressed an eye roll when she found out that this guy went by the name ‘Puck’.
They had been talking for maybe fifteen minutes - during which most of Puck’s time was preoccupied with flexing his muscles and claiming that togas were ‘awesome’ - when Quinn saw her across the room.
A beautiful, tan-skinned young woman whose toga was perfectly showing off ample amounts of skin threw her head back in laughter. Quinn took a sip of her wine cooler as she imagined licking her way across those shoulders and up the smooth, exposed skin of her neck -
But then Quinn stopped herself. Because she just didn’t have thoughts like that. Not about anyone, let alone another girl.
When Puck asked her if she wanted to go upstairs, she said yes. But she kept her eyes on the girl with the dark skin and the brunette locks and the dazzling smile as her feet automatically carried her up the stairs and towards whichever bedroom Puck had laid claim to for the next however-long.
When he laid her on the bed and started kissing her and moving down her body, she found herself imagining that his dark hair was longer, that his tan arms were more slender and soft, that his chest was less muscled and more voluptuous…
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As Puck got back in his cruiser - after chatting with Judy for a few minutes and simply telling Quinn to watch her speed - Judy again asked Quinn how she knew him.
“We went to school together,” Quinn supplied. She followed her response up with an increase in volume of the radio dial, effectively ending the conversation.
‘We went to school together’, Quinn had said. But she had lied. She had lied because ‘we slept together one night when I was tipsy on wine coolers and because he kinda sorta resembled a girl who I may have just fallen in love with at first sight’ just didn’t sound like the kind of thing a mom would want to hear.
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