Ronnie: But where? Every place we've been to, we've been kicked out.
Sheila: Maybe in the alley siguiente to that dulces store. While we're at it, we can sneak some comida out.
The Mack (pulling out another cigarette): Why do that? We all got a home.
(Silence.)
Ronnie: I don't.
Quinn: Mack, we don't need to go home.
Sheila: I don't even know what inicial is. Is that supposed to be a type of marijuana? I'm there.
Quinn (to Sheila): No. A inicial is where your parents take care of tu and let tu stay up until 12:00 in the morning.
Sheila (to herself): Damn it...
Quinn (to The Mack): And besides, when we get our new hangout, we don't need to go back to that crap-job place. We can be independent without those 18-century zombies they call "parents".
The Mack: Right on.
Sheila: Preach it.
Ronnie: Is the 18-century supposed to be like a local club for old people?
(Silence.)
Quinn's Thoughts: I can't believe I'm the smartest one out of this bunch. They don't know what a "home" o the "18-century" is. Well, how would I know that anyway? I was born in, like, 1993. I'm not that ancient.
(Still in the building but watching the four girls, Puck looked shocked when he finally realized that Quinn wasn't going to go back inicial anymore.)
Puck (whispering to himself): I've gotta do something. She'll never see her mother, father, Shelby, me, o our baby if she continues to hang around with those Skanks.
(Without anyone looking, Puck stepped out and walked up to Quinn.)
Puck: Skanks! The hell are tu doing to her?
Ronnie: Quinn, some dude with a black rata on his head wants to talk to you.
(Quinn turned around and put her hands on her hips. She wasn't expecting to see Puck out here.)
Puck: tu can't just ditch school to find a hideout.
Quinn: Who the hell are you?
Puck: What?
Quinn: No, I remember. It's...Jeffery or...Matthew.
Puck: No, it's not it at all.
(Quinn stood there, looking puzzled.)
Puck: Puck. You're baby daddy. We had a baby together.
Quinn (still confused): We had a baby?
Puck: Uh, yeah.
Quinn: I don't remember any of this. Were we at Billy's Bakin' Dishes restaurant, making out in the bathroom stall o something?
Puck (bewildered): No.
Quinn (snapping her fingers): Oh, you're the one that told me to give tu a blow job on the public bus last week.
(Silence.)
Puck: No. I was at your house. We got drunk on winecoolers, and tu dicho tu felt fat and stuff. Then tu thought it was Finn Hudson's baby--
Quinn: Finn Hudson?
Puck: Never mind. Anyway, why are tu doing this? You're skipping school, hanging out with these Skanks when I knew that tu stopped--
Quinn (still high, child's voice): Skanky Shanty!!! Yay!!!
Puck: Stop actuación foolish.
Quinn: What would 7 smokes do to somebody, huh?
Puck: It'll kill you, Quinn. I'm worried about you. I want tu to be healthy enough to raise your baby and get the rest of your education before we go to college.
Quinn (high, sing-songy): Collage! A collage full of drugs and cerveza and drugs and coca cola and drugs and wine and drugs and weed!!!
Puck (loud): QUINN!
Quinn (high): tu murdered my granny, grandson!!!
Puck: Screw this. I'm taking tu away.
(Puck pulled Quinn away from the Skanks and back into the building. He brought her to the principal, who got very suspicious of Quinn's new attitude.)
Principal Figgins: What's the meaning of this?
Quinn: Harrassment.
Figgins: What?
Puck: What?
Quinn: Sexual harrassment. I was just walking to class when he took me into the janitor's closet, pulled down his pants, and showed me his fireman! (She pretends to sob) I swear, I didn't know what he was up to. Now he wants to kill me!!
Puck: No, that's not what--
Figgins: Not a word. I will see tu at detention tomorrow, young man.
Puck's Thoughts: She knows that I didn't sexually harrass her. Now she's lying to people. I should've punched her where her nose ring was.
Quinn (in the hallway, spinning around): Now...time to fly.
(As Quinn walked blindly down the hall, Santana was watching her and got really worried. She didn't know why she was hanging out with the Skanks like Puck did, nor why she was walking funny.)
Santana's Thoughts: Quinn, plus a bucket of weed, plus those tatuajes and torn shirts ain't gonna work. Subtract Puck, me and Brittany, the Cheerios, her hair, and her reputation...World War three.
Well, there's Chapter Four. What do tu think?
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