The princess and the player

8

The Titans end up winning by some sort of miracle. It was Puck who made the team win. He caught the winning touchdown. So the Football players and the Cheerios all head to a celebratory party at Mike Chang's house.

The unholy trinity quickly go to Santana's house to change before the party.

'They actually won!' Brittany grinned.

'Thanks to Quinn.' Santana said as a matter of fact.

'What do you mean?' Quinn asked.

'During half time. You and Puckerman snuck off together.'

'No we didn't.' The blonde denied. 'I haven't even spoken to him.'

'Whatever you say.' Santana sneered. 'But whatever you did worked.'

—-

The girls walked into Mikes house and got themselves a drink. Quinn's eyes scanned the room for Puck. She wanted to congratulate him. After all they were friends, kind of.

She can't find him so she heads outside, that's when she finds him. Smoking a cigarette.

'This feels familiar.' She says to him. He laughs and put out the cigarette. She takes a few steps towards him. 'Congrats on winning the game.'

'I have good motivation.' Puck smirked. 'So, when are we going on that date?'

She shrugged. 'Whenever you want.'

He smiles. 'I thought you hated me.'

'I don't.' She said honestly. 'Turns out you're not a horrible as I thought you were.'

He takes closes the space between them.

'I'm not sleeping with you again.' She said with a smile.

He leans into her, for a moment she thinks he might kiss her but he doesn't instead he speaks. 'Just try and resit me Fabray.' And with that he walks back inside to the party.

Quinn takes a few seconds to catch her breath and leans against the brick wall.

'Quinn! Why are you out here by yourself?' Brittany asked coming outside.

'I-I w-was-'

'Who cares?' Santana exclaimed. 'Let's get drunk!'

—-

Quinn doesn't drink but she still has fun. She spends the night dancing and singing with Brittany and Santana.

'Hey girls.' Finn said approaching the trio, who were sitting on the couch. 'Do you guys need a ride?'

'They definitely do.' Quinn nodded looking at her incredibly drunk friends. 'Santana is about two minuets away from sobbing.'

'Let's get you guys home.' Finn said helping the girls stand up. The blonde didn't stand up. 'You coming Q?'

'No.' She says politely. 'I'll drive myself home.' She hated the little voice in her head telling her that she's only staying because she's hoping to see Puck.

'Okay.' Finn smiled.

She stands up and wanders around the house trying to find someone to talk to. It's nearly 2am and the party was coming to a close. Drunk people were making out in every available corner and people were passed on the floor. She finds Puck sitting on the stairs. She sits next to him. He doesn't say anything. He's waiting for her to speak. For her to outwardly tell him what she wants.

'I'm still here.' She says lowly. She stands up and walks down the few steps. She turns back and looks at him. 'Are you coming or not Puckerman?'