Yes or no - The prequel

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A/N: Okay, so this one is a bit shorter than usual and I'm not 100% happy with how it turned out, but I hope you like it anyway. Let me know your thoughts!

"You know, I didn't think you were one of those."

Emily jumped slightly at the voice, rolling her eyes as she fixed her ponytail on top of her head.

"What are you talking about, Puckerman?" She asked, walking away from him, only to have the boy chase after her.

"I just thought you were one of the good girls, is all." He smirked, when Emily scoffed.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means... Who gave you that hickey over there? Was it Sean from the basketball team? Or maybe Lucas from the football team? Maybe Michael from your Science class?"

Emily sighed then. Sure she knew everyone was talking about it. How Emily Marshall had, for whatever reason, decided she'd try and beat Brittany over kissing every guy in school. And sure, she felt slightly bad about it. After all, none of those quick make out sessions in hidden corridors and empty classrooms actually meant anything to Emily, but they did make her feel good. Being able to pull pretty much all the single guys in without even trying did make her feel somewhat good with herself. Especially considering she hadn't been feeling her best after Mike dumped her a few days before.

Sure she understood why he did it and she did take all of the blame, but, she realized, Emily actually really cared for Mike and she enjoyed his company. Unfortunatelly for her, she had realized it too late.

"What's your point, Puckerman?" Emily asked the boy — who was still walking close to her down the hallway.

"My point is... You keep telling Quinn I'm a manwhore, but look at what you're doing."

Emily gasped then, turning in her heels to stand face to face with Puck.

"Okay, first of all..." She said, pressing her finger to his chest as she glared at him. "I'm not doing anything wrong. I'm single, all the guys I've kissed are single. So, yes, I've been making out with a lot of guys, but they're all available and so am I. There's where we differ, you see? Because last time I called you a manwhore was because you were sexting Santana while on a date with Quinn."

"Quinn and I were babysitting." Puck corrected her as Emily rolled her eyes.

"And how is that supposed to make anything better for you?" She asked, as Puck huffed, clearly annoyed. "Besides... Why do you care what I'm doing anyway?"

"Look, I just wanted to talk to you about something." He said, as Emily frowned.

"Something other than just calling me a slut?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that." He shrugged. And, for whatever reason, Emily nodded, believing him this time. "I just think... I mean, I know Quinn is not living with Finn anymore and I'm guessing she moved in with you, right? I just... I was thinking maybe she could move in with me instead."

"Why?"

"What do you mean why? Because I'm the dad. I'm supposed to take care of them." He spat, before shrinking a bit as he whispered his next words. "I just don't want to turn out to be like my dad, you know?"

At that, Emily sighed. Sure she still didn't like the way he acted with the girls around school and she was scared of letting him be with Quinn since she was very sure he'd just end up cheating on her anyway, but Quinn was right about something. Puck was really trying. And wanting not to turn out like her dad was something that Emily could really relate to. So, this time, instead of being mean and sarcastic and cold, Emily decided to let her softer side show for a while, placing a hand over his shoulder as she spoke quietly.