Knocked Up

Chapter 13

"And this is what I call the 'Puck Check'." Puck said as he dribbled the ball. He did some lay up mixed fade way move and...missed the shot.

"Ahahaha...now that's what I call the 'Puck sucks ass as usual' shot." Santana laughs.

"Man, whatever." Puck said

Puck, Quinn, and Santana spent the last two hours playing basketball in Quinn's backyard. Well Puck and Santana have, Quinn's been moping somewhere in lala land.

She still can't get over how much of a jerk she was to Rachel earlier. She really didn't mean for it come out like that, she was just scared. She's tried to call Rachel a number of times to apologize, but Rachel won't answer any of her calls or text. If Quinn is perfectly honest, she doesn't blame Rachel for not answering any of her calls. Quinn felt like total douche for what she did. She totally pulled a Finn move the way she acted.

"Yo, Q, it's your turn." Puck said.

"Huh?"

"What's been up with you lately?" Santana asked.

Quinn knew she owed it to her friends for them to know what was going on with her, she just really didn't feel like going over it again right now. So what she's gonna do is drown out her thoughts by playing basketball with her best friends.

"Nothing. I'm fine. Let's just play some ball." Quinn stood up, wiped the dirt off her light blue basketball shorts, walked up to her friends, and take the ball from Puck's hands.

Quinn lines herself up in front of the hoop before taking the shot. She misses.

"Whoa, Q. What was that?" Santana asked

"Nothing. I just...it was nothing." Quinn lined up again at hoop and took another shot, and missing it again.

"Whoa, two misses in a row. Q, you okay?" Puck asked

"I'm fine...I...I'm fine. I'm just a little off my game right now. No big." Quinn took another shot, also missing that one.

"Umm..." Puck said.

Quinn just ignored he and took another shot, missing it again.

"Ah, Quinn maybe you should just chill for a while." Santana suggested.

"Shut up!" Quinn says "No...no I-I got this." Quinn took another and missed and other and missed and another and another and another until she couldn't take anymore.

"Fuck!" Quinn took the ball and through it at the hoop in a huff. She walked off the court and went to sit on the backyard porch, leaning her shoulders on her knees and holding her head in her hands.

Santana and Puck watched at her in concern. They don't know what had got into their friend, but they knew they had to find out.

"Q, what's up, man?" Puck asked first.

"Yeah, and what was up with that freak out back there?" Santana asks

"It's nothing. Sorry guys." Quinn said with her face still in her hands.

"Pssh, nothing my left ass cheek." Santana said "Dude, you just totally had a major melt down back there. What was that about?"

"Yeah, and you've been all zoney lately. I mean you just missed shots I know you could make with your eyes closed. So what gives?"

"Guys, seriously, it's nothing..." Quinn said. She didn't even believe herself, so how did she expect her friends, who knew her better than anyone, to believe her.

"Man bullshit. Come on Q, what's up. You've been zoney. You've been all spacey at practice. Coach is starting to worry." Puck said

"Sorry guys, I just have a lot on my mind." Quinn said