The princess and the player

13

'Okay so I was thinking that the theme for prom could be winter wonderland.' Santana proposed to the blonde. The two girls were in Quinn's room.

The blonde wasn't paying any attention to the Latina. She was on her phone texting Puck.

'Sounds good!' Quinn said.

'And then I was thinking that you, me and Brit could sing Girls just wanna have.'

Quinn's eyes remained fixated on her phone. A shy smile spread onto her face when she read the new message.

I miss you

'Quinn, who are you texting?' Santana scoffed ripping the phone from the blondes hands and seeing that the text was from Puck. 'Puckerman?'

'Those messages are private.' Quinn said taking her phone back.

Santana scoffed. 'Oh Princess, I can wait to rip off you clothes tonight and have mediocre sex with you.' She mocked dramatically.

'Shut up!' Quinn gasped.

'What's happening to you Q?' Santana asked. 'I mean, three months ago you would have been ecstatic to start planning our senior prom, but now you spend nearly everyday with Puck.'

'You told me to do what make me happy.' Quinn argued. 'Hanging out with Puck makes me happy.'

'I don't get it, do you have feelings for him?'

Quinn's eyes widened. 'Pfft, no! Of course not. It's just sex.'

A smirk formed on Santana's face. 'You do! You're falling for Puckerman.'

'No. I'm not.' Quinn denied. She wasn't falling for Puck. She couldn't fall for him.

'Is he going to ask you to prom?'

'What part of just sex don't you get? We are not dating.'

'I wonder how long that will last.' Santana said sarcastically under her breath.

'Are we done here?' Quinn sighed, tired of Santana interrogating her.

'Why? Want me to leave so that you can go to Puckerman's?'

'Well I'm supposed to meet him at his house in an hour.'

'So how does it work? You just sleep together?'

'Yep.'

'And you're only sleeping with each other?'

'Yea-' Quinn began but quickly closed her mouth. 'I-I don't know.'

'What?'

Quinn sighed. 'I'm obviously not doing what I'm doing with him with anyone else, but I don't know if he's-'

'Fucking someone else.' The Latina finished her sentence.

Suddenly Quinn found herself bubbling with jealousy, somethings she had never been in her life.

'I-I have to go, you can let yourself out.'

—-

Quinn knocked on Puck'a front door and anxiously awaited for him to answer.

'Hey babe.' Puck smirked as he opened the door.

'Are you sleeping with anyone else?' She blurted out before she could think it through.

He furrowed his brow. 'Q-'

'Oh my god, you are!' She exclaimed. 'Please tell me that you've been using protection because I don't want-'

'Hey.' He said putting his hands on her shoulders to steady her. 'I'm not sleeping with anyone else.'

'You're not?' She asked, feeling her jealousy drift away.

'No. I'm not.' He said truthfully

She smiled. 'Okay.'

'Why? Would you be be jealous?'

'Defiantly not.' She laughed. 'You can sleep with other girls if you want too.' She immediately regrets saying it. 'Just tell me.'

'I don't want to-'

'Why not? I mean every girl at school wants you.' Shes rambling now and she can't seem to stop herself. 'And you can totally want them back if-'

He laughs and cuts her off by kissing her. Quinn is taken aback by their sudden closeness. He pulls away and speaks. 'I only want you.'

She smiled, as did he. For a moment everything feels so real. It feels like they're in a relationship. Nothing had ever felt so real and so right for either of them before and it scares the crap out of them. So they do the only thing they know how. They tease each other

'Don't go soft in me Puckerman.'

'Oh I won't.' He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows.

Quinn playfully rolled her eyes. 'I hate you.'

'I hate you more.' Puck said lowly and kissed the blonde.