It was June 8th, a date that would stick with Puck forever. Since the moment he woke up, he had been down all day. He could just see his daughters hazel eyes every time he even dared to blink or look off into the distance. A year ago, today, Beth was born. Seeing something, a human being, in which Puck had helped create be born had brought tears to his eyes. He could remember the day like it was yesterday, just watching Quinn hold their baby with a smile on her face, it had been the most beautiful scene he had ever been a part of. He sometimes wished he could go back to that day, just to see Beth again, and maybe try harder in convincing Quinn to keep the baby.
He was out of it all day, people could tell too. Cheerleaders giving him the eye or walking by with their short skirts didn't even catch his eye throughout the day. He and Lauren had broken up, and to be honest, the break up wasn't even on his mind anymore. Hell, nothing but Beth was now, especially today. Beth was probably somewhere having her first birthday party and it killed Puck that he wasn't the one throwing it for her.
It was lunch time; Puck was still being unresponsive to most people and didn't have the appetite to eat at the moment. He decided to just take a walk alone, no one would understand his emotional state right now, at least he didn't think so. He didn't even think about Quinn, he was too caught up in his own thoughts.
Walking past the choir room, he could hear someone playing the piano beautifully. At first, he was going to just ignore it, expecting it to maybe be Brad or something, but then he heard someone start to sing. He stopped in his tracks when the voice started to sound familiar, it was none other than miss Quinn Fabray herself. He slowly walked towards the door and peaked in, the piano was facing the door somewhat, so her back was to the entrance of the room as she sat at the piano.
"Late at night when all the world….is sleeping….i stay up and think of you…and I wish on a star…that somewhere you are…thinking...of me too…" she sniffled as she continued, as each lyric left her lips, it ached Puck's heart a little more. He knew exactly who she was singing about and who she was singing to. He slowly started to walk closer, keeping his steps as light as possible. "Cause I'm dreaming….of you tonight…till tomorrow…..", she stopped playing and buried her face into her hands, obviously crying.
Puck grew worried and rushed over to her, dropping his backpack on the way to her. He sat beside her and just wrapped his arms around her. She leaned into him when she realized who he was and felt safe enough to cry more into his shoulder. Her arms slowly made their way around his waist as he squeezed her, lightly rubbing her back to calm her down. "I miss her too…." He said quietly, letting her know that he too, felt her pain.
Quinn kept crying for another few seconds before slowly pulling away and rubbing her face clear. She looked at him, their faces just inches apart, his arms still loosely around her. "Y-you…remembered?", she asked, her expression in light shock. Puck blinked and wiped away a small tear that had managed to slide down her cheek the moment her last word left her lips. "How could I not?", he asked rhetorically, and looked down. It was true. How on earth could he forget?
Quinn sniffled, just glad that she wasn't the only one that felt that way about this particular day. She expected Puck to have forgotten and just move on with life, but no, here he was, grieving with her. His hands found their way back to his own lap, "she's one today… and I can't tell her 'happy birthday'," he kept his gaze to his hands. Quinn watched Puck, she liked when he let her see his sensitive side, the real him. It was why she would always have a place in her heart for him, moments like these.
She touched his hand; she knew exactly how he felt, mostly because she felt the same exact way. She wanted to be holding her daughter right now, singing to her, and preparing to have a birthday party for her with all of their closest friends. The thought just killed her and made her want to cry more. "How about we go buy a cupcake…and put a candle on it… and have our own little party for her?" she asked, hoping that would maybe help them both. She was a tad bit afraid Puck wouldn't really like the idea. What if he thought it was stupid or pathetic?
Puck looked up at Quinn slowly; they stared at one another for a moment. Quinn loved the way he looked at her, she always did, it always made her weak in the knees actually, but she'd probably never admit that. She could tell that he truly did care for Beth and that made her really happy, even if Beth wasn't present in their lives. Puck nodded slowly, "I'd like that," he said softly and tried his best to give her a smile, but he just couldn't.