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A/N: A brief look down the years.
June 5th 2010
"Did you love me?" she asked.
"Yes," he replied. "Especially now," he added with a tiny snort of what might have been an embarrassed laugh. "Do you want to keep her?" he asked hopefully.
"No," she answered, sounding decisive, detached.
June 5th 2015
"She's over there," Harvey said, pointing to the blond in the corner with her head resting on the table.
"Thanks Harvey," he replied. "She been here long?" he asked.
"Couple of hours," Harvey admitted, wiping his cloth across the bar.
Puck walked over to the corner. "Hey," he said as he sat down, nudging Quinn awake.
"Whayoudoinere?" Quinn slurred, swallowing hard. She looked up at Puck, her eyes heavy, bloodshot, unfocused.
"Picking up your drunken ass," Puck replied as he helped her to her feet. "Your mother called, said she hadn't seen you all day," he explained. "Took me a while to find you," he added with a tight smile as they walked out of the bar.
June 5th 2020
"Like clockwork," Harvey said, nodding towards the corner. "Same thing every year," he sighed.
"Yeah," Puck answered with a sigh of his own. "I know, every year," he nodded.
"Think it'll ever get any better?" Harvey asked as he polished glasses.
"Probably not," Puck replied with a frown. He walked across the bar to the corner and nudged Quinn till she lifted her head.
"My mother didn't call you from the grave did she?" Quinn asked, surprised to see Puck here today.
"No," Puck replied. "My wife asked me to make sure you were ok," he informed her.
Quinn heaved a huge sigh, giving Puck a baleful glare. "How is Shelby?" she asked.