A Collection of Glee Oneshots 3

Lucy (Pizes)

"I have an idea and I need your help." Lauren said as she and Puck took their seats in the choir room.

"What do I get out of it?" Puck wondered.

"Prom King." Lauren answered.

"What?" Puck asked as Mr. Schue entered the room.

"Alright, now that everyone's here, let's get started." Mr. Schue began.

"Mr. Schue." Lauren said, raising her hand. "Before we do that, I'd like to make an announcement."

"The floor is yours." Mr. Schue nodded.

Lauren stood in front of her friends and looked at Puck. "Puckerman and I are campaigning for Prom King and Queen together."

Finn furrowed his eyebrows.

"Puck?" Santana questioned Lauren.

"This is a joke, right?" Quinn asked. "Because it's not funny and we shouldn't waste rehearsal time on this."

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Lauren responded, glaring at Quinn. "I'm running for Prom Queen. Vote Pizes."

-

"What do you think will ruin the Finn / Quinn posters more: boobs on Finn or X's on Quinn's eyes?" Lauren wondered.

"Come on." Puck muttered.

"I don't appreciate how Quinn talked to me in glee club yesterday." Lauren stated. "She was kinda mean."

"Yeah, well, that's Quinn." Puck shrugged.

"I'm thinking we need to go old school to secure the win." Lauren continued.

"Old school?" Puck repeated.

"Eliminate the competition." Lauren clarified.

"How?" Puck asked.

"We have to dig up dirt on my opponents." Lauren told Puck. "Starting with Quinn."

"We should leave Quinn alone." Puck suggested.

Lauren looked at Puck. "Why?"

"She's not worth it." Puck answered.

"She was worth it when you knocked her up last year." Lauren reminded Puck. "I'm sure she told you all sorts of secrets when you lived together. Let's use one of them."

"She didn't tell me anything." Puck lied.

"Why don't you think it over?" Lauren suggested. "Maybe you'll remember something."

"Okay." Puck nodded slowly. "I'll meet you at lunch. I have to get something from my locker."

"Okay."

-

Puck was at his locker when Quinn walked over and gently closed it.

Puck furrowed his eyebrow and looked at Quinn as she leaned against the locker.

"You need to do something about Lauren."

"Excuse me?" Puck asked.

"Talk her out of campaigning." Quinn replied.

"Why would I do that?" Puck wondered.

"Oh, please." Quinn muttered. "You don't wanna win Prom King."

"Lauren could still win without me." Puck noted, re-opening his locker.

"You really believe that?" Quinn raised her eyebrow.

"Yeah." Puck answered. "Yeah, why not?"

"Lauren isn't Prom Queen material." Quinn stated. "She's not elegant or graceful or classy, not to mention, she doesn't exactly look the part."

"Hang on a sec."

"Talk her out of it."

Puck watched the blonde walk away and disappear down the hall. He slammed his locker and hurried to find Lauren.

"I got it."

"Got what?" Lauren questioned Puck.

"Dirt on Quinn." Puck said.

Lauren raised her eyebrow.

"Lucy."