A Collection of Glee Oneshots 5

Bar (Quicketh)

Puck parked the car and got out, sighing as he headed inside.

"Can I get you anything?"

Puck shook his head and continued walking. "I'm just here to pick someone up."

"Me?" The waitress smirked.

Puck smiled slightly. "Maybe another time."

"I hope so."

"Yeah."

Puck continued walking until he spotted Quinn seated with a group of strangers. He walked over to them.

"Hey." Quinn smiled when she saw Puck.

"Hey." Puck said. "Time to go."

"I wanna stay." Quinn responded. "I'm making friends and having fun."

"I can see that, but it's time to go." Puck told her, grabbing her hand.

"Hey, let go of her."

"It's fine, I'm her... roommate." Puck stated.

"Roommate?" Quinn scoffed as she got up.

Puck caught Quinn when she swayed. "Whoa."

"Let go of me." Quinn commanded. "Roommate."

"Quinn." Puck said.

"Let go of me." Quinn repeated. "I wanna get another drink."

"You're done drinking." Puck told Quinn. "We can talk when you're sober, but you need to come home."

"If she doesn't wanna leave with you, she's not leaving."

"You don't know her or me so get out of my face and shut up." Puck ordered, losing his patience.

"Is this guy really your roommate?"

"This guy is more than just my roommate." Quinn answered. "He's my baby daddy."

"Okay, come on." Puck said.

"Just stay for one drink or some shots?" Quinn requested softly.

"Why don't you say bye to your friends and leave with me?"

-

"We should talk about last night."

"My head's killing me." Quinn muttered.

Puck gave Quinn a look.

"What's there to talk about?" Quinn asked.

"You." Puck said. "Going out and getting drunk like that isn't like you. Honestly, it's more like me."

"It was one night." Quinn responded. "I was just having a little fun."

"No, it was fun before Beth." Puck stated. "Now it's called being irresponsible."

"Irresponsible?" Quinn repeated. "Really?"

"Yeah." Puck nodded.

Quinn didn't say anything. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"I'm not judging you." Puck swore. "I'd be the last one to judge. I'm just saying getting that drunk with strangers isn't having fun. It's stupid."

"I had fun." Quinn said.

"I know you, Quinn, and I'm worried about you." Puck told her.

"Maybe you don't know me." Quinn shrugged. "Did you ever think about that? Sure, we live together and have a baby together, but we don't talk unless it's about Beth."

"That's not true." Puck shook his head.

"Prove it." Quinn commanded. "What do you know about me?"

"You're obsessed with bacon." Puck said.

"Everybody knows that." Quinn noted.

"You hate thunderstorms because when you were a kid, your sister used to play tricks on you during them, you hate your laugh, which is why you do that cute little giggle instead." Puck continued.

Quinn grinned.

"When you play that number puzzle game-"

"Number puzzle game?" Quinn interrupted.

"With the boxes." Puck nodded.

"Sudoku." Quinn nodded back.

"Right." Puck said. "When you play that, you always put the fives in last because ever since you dated Finn, you consider five a lucky number."

"What else do you know about me?" Quinn wondered.

"Your favorite color is baby blue, but you tell everyone it's pink because pink is more girly to you." Puck went on. "And you're protective. Especially of Beth because you don't want her ever going through any of the bad stuff you've been through."

"Yeah." Quinn agreed.

"Want me to keep going?" Puck offered.

Quinn shook her head.

"Does last night have anything to do with us?" Puck wondered. "You know, you and me?"