A Collection of Glee Oneshots 5

Nail Polish (Puck/Quicketh/ND)

"Hey, look, Puckerman's wearing nail polish."

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"Do you have anything to say for yourself, Puck?"

"Not really." Puck mumbled as Quinn entered the Principal's office. "Hey, look, it's my lawyer."

Quinn made a face before turning to Principal Figgins, Coach Beiste, and Mr. Schue. "What did he do?"

"Mr. Puckerman got in a fistfight by the lockers." Principal Figgins answered. "With three hockey players."

Quinn looked at Puck. "Is he in trouble?"

"Mr. Puckerman is a repeat offender." Principal Figgins stated.

"So are the boys on the hockey team." Quinn pointed out. "They've been provoking members of the glee club for the past two years with zero consequences."

"Mr. Puckerman instigated." Principal Figgins argued.

"How could he instigate a fight against three other people?" Quinn questioned Principal Figgins.

"Quinn's right." Mr. Schue chimed in.

"I'm the one who broke up the fight." Coach Beiste said. "And like I said, it looked to me like self defense."

"So maybe we can let Puck off with a warning?" Mr. Schue requested.

Principal Figgins took a deep breath. He sighed and nodded. "This is the last warning. Do you understand?"

Puck nodded before grinning as he got up and walked out of the office.

"Thank you." Quinn said as she followed Puck. "Noah."

Puck paused and looked at Quinn. "Yeah?"

"What happened?" Quinn asked.

"Can we talk about this at home?" Puck requested, eyeing Mr. Schue and Coach Beiste, who had appeared behind Quinn.

"Why did Rick come after you?" Quinn wondered.

"I'm good." Puck promised.

"Puck." Mr. Schue said.

"I'm good." Puck repeated. "I won't do it again."

"I'm not concerned with you acting out. I'm concerned with why you did it." Mr. Schue clarified.

"Are you gonna question the hockey team this thoroughly?" Puck wondered. "I already said I'm good. It's no big deal. Let's just go, Q."

Quinn glanced at her teachers and nodded slowly. "Okay, let's go."

The pair left school together and got in Puck's car. When they were both buckled, he started driving.

"Noah, we're gonna talk about this." Quinn told Puck.

"Why?" Puck asked.

"Because I wanna make sure you're okay." Quinn stated. "And Beth's gonna ask what happened to your face."

Puck smiled slightly. "Yeah."

"So." Quinn said. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Puck responded. "The hockey guys were ragging on me for the nail polish."

"Nail polish?" Quinn repeated, looking at Puck's hands on the steering wheel. "You let Beth paint your nails."

"Yeah, she's been asking for a while, so I figured who cares." Puck shrugged. "I actually think it's pretty cool."

Quinn smiled as she looked at Puck's hands again before looking at his face. "Thank you."

Puck furrowed his eyebrows and glanced at Quinn.

"For being a good dad to her."