The princess and the player

9

They slept together. Again. She wished that she wasn't so drawn to him. She didn't know what it was about this guy. His undeniable boyish charm, his bad boy persona or the voice in her head screaming at her that it was a bad idea. That was on Friday and it was all she could think about all weekend.

As Monday rolled around the blonde was dreading seeing him again. She planned to ignore him, but he was really hard to ignore.

She was walking towards her locker when she saw him leaning against it. She rolled her eyes and walked towards him.

'You're leaning on my locker.' She tells him. He smirks and moves out the way. She opens her lockers and picks out the books she needs. 'What do you want Puckerman?'

'You.' He smirked.

'Cute.' She said sarcastically. She turns to face him. 'What do you want.'

'You see Q, on Saturday I remember falling asleep next to this super hot blonde but she was gone when I woke up.'

She bit her lip and slowly closed her locker. 'Puck-'

He closes the space between them. 'You know we could always-'

'Don't even finish that sentence.' She says quickly stepping away from him. She looked around to see if anyone was watching them.

'Come on Q. We both know that you're into me.'

Her eyebrows knit together and she puts her hand on her hip. 'I'm not.'

'Then why did you sleep with me again?'

'Temporary insanity.' She teases.

'Just admit that you want me.' He says lowly.

She opens her mouth but before she can speak the bell rings.

'Saved by bell, later Puckerman.'

—-

Quinn was walking through the halls to get to the glee club. She was dreading having to be Puck's dance partner. The blonde was about to turn the corner but she was pulled into the janitors closet. She didn't even have to look at him to know it was Puck.

'I hate you.' She scoffed.

He hummed in amusement. 'Listen about us-'

'Us?' She asks with wide eyes. 'There isn't an us, Puck.'

'Quinn-'

'We, us, this was a mistake.' She says.

'Both times?' He asks with a smirk playing on his lips.

'Yes!' She exclaimed, fighting a smile. 'This is over.'

'It doesn't have to be.' Puck says. 'I won't tell if you won't.'

'I-'

'You want me, I want you.'

'I don't want a relationship.' She says quietly.

'Good.' He smirks. 'Neither do I.' She knew what he was insinuating. She hated the fact that she was actually considering.

'I-I have to think about it.' She says shaking her head. She turns to leave but Puck grabs her hand and pulls her around. He tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

'Don't think about it.' He tells her softly before leaning in and kissing her. The blonde quickly kisses back despite her head screaming at her not too. He backed her up against the wall, deepening the kiss. His lips trailed down her neck, leaving soft kisses. A blonde excited a moan and her eyes snapped open.

'Oh my god!' She exclaimed breaking away from him. 'We can do this here.'

'Come over tonight.' He suggests.

She bites her lip. Hard. 'Don't push it Puckerman.'

'Come over tonight.' He repeats, this time is more of a demand that a suggestion.

'Fine.' She says playfully rolling her eyes. She turns around to leave only to be pulled back once more. 'I hate you.'

'I hate you too.' He says before kissing her quickly.

'I'm leaving now.' Quinn said opening the door.

'I'll see you tonight blondie!' He yells after her.