glee love

Chapter 6

Puck:

I've been texting her all day. Mainly sexting but still, she's like forgotten all of our texts from when we were at the wedding.

The weird thing is that I actually like her. She's the one girl that I actually want to spend the rest of my life with. Not just those girls just for my enjoyment. When we had sex, I didn't have the same feeling that I feel when I'm with other girls. Quinn's different.She makes me happy without even touching me. 

Honestly I have no fucking clue what I feel towards her, I mean sure she's amazing in bed. But even when we're not fucking, she still makes me feel some kind of way.

Finn would understand. After all, I think he loves Rachel.

'Hey man, I have a question' I press send, and wait for a reply. Honestly, I don't even know what I want to ask. I guess I just need someone to talk to. And he's one of the realest guys in glee club.

Two seconds later my phone buzzes.

'Yea, whats up.'

I reply almost immediately, letting my hands type. I don't even feel the need to think about what I'm typing. I just let my fingers move on their own.

'What's it like to love a girl? Like, love love. Not just sex. Or how do you know when you love a girl?'

I look down at the text I'm about to send. I move my thumb over the send button, but stop. He's gonna laugh at me. Or tell the other guys on the team or something.

Mike. He's been in love, right? I mean, I would rather ask him because the only other guy I could talk to in glee club is Artie. But Artie would also just laugh.

I erase my text and quickly make a cover up question.

Instead I decide to ask him what he's planning on doing for his honey moon with Rachel. I quickly send it and put my phone on the coffee table. I focus on the TV screen and watch some reality show shit.

The show reaches a commercial and I grab my phone. My notifications tell me that I have a few texts and missed calls from Quinn. 

'Need to tlk. Call me.'

Shit. I didn't even do anything wrong. Did I?

I call her again, and wait for her to pick up.

"Hey babe!" She says in her cheery voice. It's kinda hard to read a girls mind. Especially Quinn's.

"Hi?" I reply, unsure why she called. She only calls me when she's mad or upset. It's usually only texts or snapchat.

"Listen, I'm confused. Are we for real? Or am I just one of your props? I honestly like you, but I feel like you're using me." There it is. Her reason for calling. The stab in the chest.

Quinn doesn't trust me.

"Quinn. Who would tell you that kind of shit?! " I ask, my voice getting louder and more upset with every word.

"Santana." She whispers. "Listen, I have to go. But really, I don't have time to be used. So make up your mind. Do you want my body, or do you like me for my personality?" She asks, soundinng serious. 

I honestly don't want to lose her. 

She's fucking beautiful, with her blonde ponytail. And she's so funny, when she makes jokes over text. She can definitely be kind when she wants to be, considering the way she gives money to homeless men on the streets. And honestly, I feel like she's the one girl who gets me.

But how do I tell her this? How do I tell her how much I care about her?

"Exactly." She says, which shatters my heart.

QUINN'S POV:


I hang up feeling awful for puck.

"Happy?" I ask Santana who is sitting across from me. We decided to meet at Starbucks and hang out. I got a frap, which I'm obsessed with.

"Oh come on. Do you ACTUALLY like puck?! This whole time when you thought he loved you, I've seen him staring at me. Everything you've had, FAKE. so get over him!" The words coming out of her mouth sting. With each word, I can feel myself tear up more and more. Finally I feel a tear slide down my cheek.


I know she's trying to comfort me. It's nice to know there's someone who will be there for me whenever I'm sad.

"Listen, there's got to be other guys in the world." Suddenly Santana's phone beeps and she looks down and smirks.

"Who are you texting?? I ask.

"Um. Just a friend. " she shrugs but I can tell they are closer than that. She gets another texts and starts blushing. I laugh and get up to leave.

"Wait Quinn! Remember my advice, ok?"

"Of course, and thanks for being such a good friend Santana."


I leave Starbucks and start walking home while making a list of boys in my head for the second time.