A/N: Hi. This is AU and sort of OOC, I am taking full creative control…cause I can, so yea. Um Quinn kept Beth, she moved back in with her Mom, Puck participates in her life greatly, but I am not sure I make a point to mention that in the first chapter, just know he does. I don't really like Finn, I think he is kind of an ass with his feelings, so Finn bashing. I think Quinn and Rachel are like the best potential couple but I just "love, love." lol. Um no offense by this but I am straight so I don't know how in detail this will go regarding smut, mainly cause I am not really to up to date on how that all goes down. So…yea? Don't hate me for this story! Lol.
Rachel Berry walked into the Puckerman house ready to reinvent her image. She was sick of the slushy facials and constant dry cleaning bills. Gone were the knee socks and argyle, being replaced by black skinny jeans and an off the shoulder silky purple top. She was dressed to party, and ready to be a whole new person.
"Damn diva! You look hot!" Mercedes called out, grabbing Rachel's attention.
"Thanks, you do too!" Rachel called out over the music.
"Of course she does, she has been dressed by none other then Kurt Hummel." Kurt greeted quickly in passing, dragging Blaine into the kitchen where wine coolers and beer were flowing.
"Hi guys! Bye guys!" Blaine called over his shoulder with a grin.
Rachel laughed at her friend's antics, hugging Mercedes goodbye, she went further into the party, hoping to find her crush, Finn Hudson.
"Damn Berry, you clean up nice." Puck laughed, hugging the smaller girl.
"Thank you for the invite to the party Noah. You clean up quite nicely yourself." Rachel greeted.
"Of course I do babe, I'm a stud. Like a horse, hung like one too." Puck winked, Rachel cocked an eyebrow in confusion, before the innuendo sunk in.
"You are quite deplorable sometimes Noah Puckerman!" Rachel yelled over the music.
"Thank you my fellow Jew, that means a lot." Puck winked, before walking over to talk up the newest Cheerio.
Rachel rolled her eyes but continued to search for who she was looking for. She ran into a few people, but no one really said much to her. On the plus side, no ice cold beverages slammed into her face either. As she made it the middle of the party, hazel eyes connected with her own, freezing Rachel in her spot.
"Good evening Quinn." Rachel greeted, her warm chocolate eyes rising to meet the blondes.
"Hey." Quinn replied, no malice in her voice, simply monotone. "Didn't knew you partied Berry."
"I usually do not partake in such events, but with winter break coming to a close on in my junior year, I feel for my future Broadway career that it will be beneficial for me to get some "normal" teenage experiences in." Rachel rambled out, hoping to not upset the girl before her.
"Oh. Right, well my mom pushed me out of the house, I tried to stay in with Beth…but mom said I needed some fun in my life." Quinn replied, shocked at her own reply. Since when did she talk to Rachel Berry?"
"Well I agree, while your bullying and hateful remarks have significantly lowered since the birth of your daughter, that is not to say that you should give up everything from your life pre the birth of your little girl!" Rachel exclaimed with a beaming smile.
"Yea…well I am going to go find Santana, have fun…" Quinn gently smiled, walking off to find her second in command.
Rachel starred in silence for a moment, before strong arms wrapped around her waist from behind, causing her to gasp in surprise.
"Hey beautiful." Finn greeted in her ear, his hot breath tickling her neck.
"Finn!" Rachel greeted, quickly turning around in his embrace. "Where did you come from?"
"Over by the stereo." Finn chuckled, motioning with his head towards the loud sound system. "What do you say me and you go talk? Upstairs." Finn offered, already pulling Rachel in his destination.
"Finn, isn't the upstairs resigned for more, intimate activities?" Rachel asked, trying to pull her hand out of the larger boy's grasp.
"I know this nice spot…to talk." Finn offered, throwing a very Puck like grin over his shoulder. Rachel immediately got a funny feeling in her stomach.
"Yo did you see Berry head upstairs with Hudson?" Santana asked as she walked over to Quinn with Brittany in tow. "Looks like someone is getting her freak on."
"Ya think?" Quinn asked, a frown covering her face.
"Oh Quinn, I'm sorry." Brittany offered, Santana and Quinn looked at the ditzy blonde in confusion. "She likes Rachel S, I thought everyone knew…"
Quinn immediately blushed a deep red, the color rising from her neck all the way to her ears. "I never said that." Quinn defended.
"Oh boy! Ahahahahahahahahaahahaha! You like Berry! RACHEL BERRY!" Santana laughed a loud howling laughter.
"Shut up Satan!" Quinn growled, covering the girl's mouth to muffle the sound. "Brittany, I don't like Rachel."
"But you have been starring at her in glee, and just now you were glaring at Finn, and during the Cheerio sleepover last week you moaned her name in your sleep!" Brittany argued, Santana almost fell on the floor in laughter.
"Brittany!" Quinn yelled out, causing the other blonde to frown. No one usually yelled at her, it sobered Santana up real quick.
"Hey! Don't yell at B, she is just telling it like it Juno!" Santana seethed.
"Fine. I like her! Ok? Quinn Fabray is gay for Berry!" Quinn whispered out harshly into the Latino's ear. "But this doesn't change anything!"
"Keep telling yourself that Q." Santana laughed, shaking her head in amusement.
Puck was kicking the last kid out of his house while Brittany, Santana and Quinn were picking up trash. It had been a long, but fun night, now it was time for the clean up.
"You girls really don't have to help, my party, my mess." Puck said, pulling the three Cheerios out of their goofing around.
"It's ok Puck, you help me every time." Quinn reminded the boy. "Besides, I don't want Beth finding any beer caps on the ground."
"Hey! I wouldn't let my baby girl get hurt." Puck defended himself.
"You best not let my God-daughter even get a paper cut." Santana all but growled out.
"Hey guys!" A voice suddenly spoke up behind the group. Quickly, all four turned around.
"Finn?" Brittany asked, looking confused. "Where did you come from?"
"Upstairs." Finn replied simply, throwing a beer bottle into one of the trash bags. "Why didn't anyone come get me? I would have helped a lot more with the cleaning."
"Didn't you go off with Berry?" Quinn asked.
"Oh, um yea." Finn answered, a nervous chuckle bubbling in his voice. "I guess I kind of missed her leaving."
"I didn't see Berry leave…I am sure she would have found me." Puck replied, scratching his head in slight confusion.
"Yea she is usually pretty vocal." Santana replied.
"Damn straight she is." Finn chuckled.
Quinn stared at the tall boy, something was off, it just didn't feel right. It was then that Quinn noticed the scratches across Finn's face.
"Finn, what happened to your face?" Quinn asked, stepping closer to the boy.
"I fell." Finn quickly replied, unconsciously rubbing the marks.
"Where?" Santana asked curiously.
"In the bedroom, look I have to go." Finn spit out. "Later Puck!"
"Uh later?" Puck replied, watching him run out the door. "Weird."
"Puck you have any air freshener? This place reeks of vodka." Santana replied, changing the subject.
"Yea, my mom put a spray can in my room." Puck said, turning towards Quinn. "You mind getting it while I take all this out?"
"No problem." Quinn replied, heading up the stairs. "Your room better not be disgusting."
"I am dude!" Puck yelled as he jogged out the door, arms loaded with trash.
Quinn walked into Puck's room, and immediately all color drained from her face. Sitting curled in the corner was Rachel Berry, clothes shredded, body covered in bruises. The night just got interesting.