3

                                    

                                          
Quinn was doing her finishing touches and Rachel was sitting on her bed. 'Why am I nervous? I never get nervous.' The loner said frantically.
                          
'Because you like him.'
                          
'Do not.' The blonde quickly said. 
                          
'Are you going to kiss him?' The brunette looked at Quinn through the mirror
                          
'No!' She denied putting her ear rings in. 
                          
'Liar.'
                          
'I don't want to rush anything.' Quinn admitted. 'I always push people away by getting in to deep to quickly.' 
                          
'You need to leave. You don't want to be late.' 
                          
—-
                          
Quinn walked to the movie theatre and found an unfamiliar feeling of nerves in the pit of her stomach. She tried to think away the butterflies  that were flying around in her stomach. She saw Puck standing outside the theatre and when he caught of sight of her he gave a genuine smile.
                          
'Puckerman.' She greeted. 'What movie did you pick?' 
                          
'I don't know, I ask the guy what the most chick movie was playing and he said this.' He said handing her a ticket for 10 things about you. He was lying though, he asked Finn what the blondes favourite film was and he said that it was playing at the theatre.' 
                          
'This is one of my favourites.' 
                          
'You are such a chick.' Puck teased the blonde as they exited the theatre, the last scene always made the girl choke up. 
                          
'Shut up.' She said back. The two flirted a lot, it was weird but nice at the same time. 
                          
'Where to next Fabray?' 
                          
'I don't know. I thought you were planning the date.' 
                          
'Walk in the park?'
                          
'In New York? At night? We're get mugged.' 
                          
'I'll protect you.' He smirked.
                          
'Oh, I wasn't worried about me. I was worried about you.' she teased and he stopped in his tracks pretending to be hurt. The blonde continued walking. 'You coming or what?' 
                          
Puck jogged to catch up to her. 'I feel like we need to get to know each other more.'
                          
'Ask away Puckerman.' 
                          
'Why'd you move to New York?'
                          
'Is that all you got?' Quinn teased. 'Well I lived in Lima with Rachel my whole life got accepted to Yale, didn't like it, transferred to NYU and graduated and here we are. What about you?'
                          
'Finn was my best friend and he wanted to move here from Tennessee and I didn't have a plan.' He replied. 'You ask me question.'
                          
'How many serious girlfriends have you had?' 
                          
'Easy. None.' 
                          
'Thank you, it's good to see that I'm not alone, Finn and Rachel's seem to think it's crazy that people our age haven't had a serious relationship.' Quinn explained. 'Falling in love is a choice.'
                          
'I disagree. I don't think you necessarily have to look for love but it finds it's way too you. It just probably hasn't found it's way to us yet.' 
                          
'I didn't take you as a romantic.' 
                          
'I guess your just gonna have to ask me more questions.' He smirked. The two had reached the blondes apartment. 
                          
'One last question Puckerman.' Quinn said leaning against her door. 
                          
'What would you do if I kissed you?' He asked lowly. 
                          
'Why don't you find out?' She said matching his volume. Puck leant in and captured the blondes lips, the kiss was short and sweet and when the pulled away Quinn opened her door. 'Goodnight Puck.' She smiled and walked into her apartment. 
                          
'One for the road?' He asked flashing a boyish smile. Quinn couldn't resist and she picked him on the lips. 'Goodnight Q.'