Author: LilyMarieEvansPotter
Pairing: Puck/Quick
Disclaimer: I own nothing. If I did, Glee would be a good show.
A/N: A series of events following Quinn's accident.
Number One - The Hospital.
The entire Glee club have been and went and Judy Fabray has just left whenever Puck arrives at the hospital.
Visiting hours are almost at an end, but with his mother working on the ward, it isn't difficult for him to get into Quinn's room with the promise of some privacy for as long as she can get him it.
The bunch of flowers in his hand are nothing exquisite; stolen from a garage on the way here, they're dry and already wilting but the soft yellow made him think of her.
Yellow always was his favourite colour on her.
Yet the small group of dying flowers are outshone the moment he enters the hospital room and his eyes drop onto a magnificent boquet of beautiful colours and textures. His stolen bunch don't compare in the slightest.
But his attentions are quickly lost to the girl lying in the hospital bed; blond hair pushed back from her cut and bruised face, her normal bright eyes staring blankly at the ceiling above her.
"Quinn..."
The minute he speaks her name, her gaze fixates on him and it's like an almost immediate reaction as her eyes fill with tears and he steps forward, tossing the flowers aside to slide his arms around her, being as careful as he can so as not to hurt her, not even sure of the extent of her injuries.
For the longest time, she sobs into his shoulder, clinging to him with every ounce of strength she has left.
"What the hell were you thinking you stupid girl," He buries his fingers within her hair, tears stinging at his own eyes as he massaged at her scalp, clutching her protectively to him.
"I'm so sorry, Puck. So sorry..."
It's all he needs to hear as he hushes her softly brushing a tender kiss to her forehead.
He takes a tissue and dries her tears, careful to avoid the fresh cuts and bruises which scatter her face, ocassionally brushing a kiss to a lision even grazing his lips over the split at the corner of her mouth.
Things fall into place from there as she refuses to let him go, and so he lays with her, holding her tucked up tightly within the circle of his arms.
As her breathing settles into an even pace, she tells him they don't know if she'll be able to walk.
In return he tells her she'll walk again, come hell or high water.
That night he helps her to fall asleep, rubbing gentle circles into her arm, singing to her softly and whispering quiet words of love and encouragement.
Visiting hours are long over, but no one has the heart to separate them.