Nicholas Wolf was used to being invisible. He wasn't a proud jock, he wasn't a peppy cheerleader. By high school standards he was nothing. Last summer, however, he made a promise to his best friend that he would get out of his comfort zone and try o...
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Looking back, all the signs were there. All the looks, all the confrontations, all the jealousy. But Nick was too blind to see it. Or maybe he didn't want to see it. Why didn't he see it? It would have saved him from so much heartache.
It all started the day before during rehearsal. They were practicing their dancing, Nick was helping Mercedes with the choreography when suddenly Quinn slipped, landing on her butt. Both Puck and Finn were quick to kneel to her side, thinking that she was giving birth.
"Is it the baby? Is it coming?" Finn asked, panicking at the prospect.
"Think we're supposed to get hot towels." Puck mused, and Nick found it curious that he knew such information.
"Would you both just shut up!" Quinn cried out, overwhelmed and annoyed. "There's, like, sweat on the floor. I slipped, okay? I'm fine!"
The boys got up after that, giving her space. They stared at each other up and down, and Puck was the first to walk away, making his way towards Mike and Matt. Finn stayed a moment longer, but left her alone as well. Once the group had returned to their normal activities, Nick slipped behind everyone's back and approached her.
"Don't say it. Don't you dare say." Quinn grumbled when she noticed him standing a couple of feet behind her, knowing what he was going to ask her.
"Okay, I won't." Nick relented, but he still didn't move. He heard her let out a deep breath as she relaxed her body.
"I'm fine, truly." Quinn told him softly, glancing at him over her shoulder as she rubbed her stomach with her thumb. "We're fine."
"Okay."
She was clearly shaken, deep in thought about something, so Nicholas didn't say anything else. He stalked back to where his friends were, feeling someone was watching him. He looked up only to find Puck staring at him, seizing him up like he always did whenever he saw him anywhere close to Quinn.
It made him quite uncomfortable and a little confused to be honest. He could understand it if Finn were to look at him like that, but not Puck. He figured he and Quinn were something, friends of some sort, but he was too overprotective in Nick's opinion. It wasn't normal. Not even Santana and Brittany, who were Quinn's best friends, jumped the way he did when she fell. He was clearly worried about the baby. Why?
Why did he care?
That was the question that kept bouncing on his head time and time again. He literally couldn't get it off his mind. He tried to talk to Kurt, because he knew all sorts of gossip, but when he brought it up he got all tense and evaded the subject. It made his stomach churn. It made him feel like he was hiding something from him. Nick came to the conclusion that he would have to ask someone else, someone that would tell him the truth, even if it hurt him.
"What's going on between Quinn and Puck?" Nick asked Santana, coming next to the latina and closing up her locker door so he could grab her attention.
