Dance With Me?

Chapter 9: Screw Them!

Quinn sat with her back against her headboard, hugging a decorative pillow to her chest. The sound of light sniffles filling her room. Her phone buzzed, on the nightstand, for what seemed like the millionth time. She wiped her eyes gently and looked over, seeing her screen lighting up with Rachel's name, a goofy photo of the pair taking over the screen. Quinn watched as the phone rang until it was cancelled from the lack of her response, the calling page fading and showing her lock screen that was adorned with missed calls and text message notifications from her friends.

'Call me x'

'I heard what happened, don't do this - call me x'

'Q I love you but, you need to women the hell up xoxo - give me a call'

'Hey girl I know you're upset but, please give me a shout so we can talk!'

And many others.

As she turned the phone over and went to turn off her light, eager to end the day she was stopped by the sound of a light tap hitting her window.

Once. Twice. Threes times.

She got up and went over to her window, opening it gently but almost regretted it when a rock skimmed past her left cheek.

"What the hell?" she whisper-yelled as she looked out, the glare on her face softening when she saw her boyfriend stood there, a guilty smile on his face as he dropped the handful of pebbles.

"Puck.. what are you doing here?" she asked, a slight smile gracing her features.

"Sam called me, told me what happened. I wanted to check in on you" he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.

She let out a tentative sigh as she pushed herself away from the window giving her boyfriend permission to climb up to her room, like he had done so many times before. She sat on the edge of her bed; hands clasped together - resting gently on her legs as she bowed her head. Puck quickly made his way up the familiar building, using the pipes and wooden panels of the walls to get up. A moment later, a mohawk popped up, followed by the boy who climbed through the window with a smile however, that dropped when he saw the light tears dropping from his girlfriend's down cast gaze.

"Babe..." he sighed as he quietly made his way over, sitting beside her and pulling her into his chest.

At this, Quinn completely let go of her emotions; crying her eyes out as she sobbed into her boyfriend's chest, gripping his jacket tightly. Puck didn't say anything, he merely hugged her tighter and began rubbing soothing circles on her back. They stayed like that for many minutes until Quinn had calmed herself down enough to face him and talk, she gently pushed herself away from him and Puck released his grip as she did but, kept one arm on the small of her back as she wiped her eyes.

"Babe.. you can't quit" Puck stated, breaking the silence that had formed.

He knew she didn't want to hear that; he knew that she didn't want to talk about it but, Puck couldn't let her just stop doing something she loved. He remembered when Quinn first started her secret street classes at her dance school, he was the first person she had told after signing up for them, the girl giggling excitedly as she pulled him onto a park bench, holding his hands tightly and having to compose herself before telling him that she was going to be a street dancer too.

She was so happy.

"Noah.. you know I have to" she began, looking up at him, he was about to reply but she cut him off, "I don't want to but, I have to.. they won't let me continue" she finished as she looked away.

"It's not up to them though Quinn, if you want to dance then-" he began, feeling irritated but was, yet again, cut off.

"If I keep doing it, they'll kick me out!" she somewhat yelled, "They think that street dancers are some of the lowest people on earth next to gay people" she admitted, feeling worse as she remembered the time her parents had come to watch one of their ballet shows when they were thirteen and had seen Kurt dancing with them. When they came backstage and saw the boy wearing a unicorn headband to match Brittany, they judged him instantly and beckoned Quinn away from him and started speaking, not so quietly, to her about what they thought of him causing the pale boy to get upset and leave to go celebrate with his father early, rather than stay with his friends for a bit as originally planned.

"Then leave" Puck suddenly said, his tone colder than before as he looked straight at his girlfriend who, in return, looked at him with confused eyes, "Leave the street class and continue being a basic ballerina but just know, you'll quit that too, eventually. I mean sure you love ballet now but, you're not Kurt. You have a passion for street and ballet, take one of those away and the other will soon become a chore rather than a fun hobby" he elaborated, as he sat up and removed his hand from her back.

Quinn didn't know what to say, she looked at her boyfriend with her lips slightly apart, speechless from his sudden response. Looking away, she mulled over what he had said to her.

He was right, Kurt was ballet through and through and even though it could get him ridiculed he would never stop doing what he loved but Quinn, she showed a slight interest in the style back when she was four and was chucked into classes immediately before even getting a chance at other styles or hobbies. Sure, she liked the graceful dance that was ballet but, the thrill she got from street evened out the stress that came from the other, much more, demanding dance style.

Another silence graced the room, longer than before as Puck stole glances at Quinn now and again, seeing the cogs turning in her head. He was losing hope but, when he saw a smile slowly spreading across her face as her head looked up to meet him, it was restored in full. Puck leaned in and gave her a passionate kiss that she happily reciprocated as her hand sat gently on his neck and his trailed through her hair.

Pulling apart, the pair couldn't stop smiling however, one thing still twitched at the dancer's mind, "What about my parents?".

Noah smiled as he looked at her however, it quickly turned into a smirk as he responded, causing his girl to smile widely in return.

"Screw them!"