Quinn couldn't sleep anymore. It had become a nightly routine where she'd toss and turn instead of getting a full nights rest. Sometimes she would cry, others she'd scream into her pillow and punch her bed. The sleeping pills weren't even enough to help the blonde teenager. She maneuvered herself to sit on the edge of the bed and before going to her last resort, she sighed and tried to clear her head. Noah and The Whale wasn't going to sing her to sleep tonight, even though she prayed that it would come.

Tonight was the night that she decided to call the one guy she wished she could loathe for the rest of her life. Maybe he was going through the same motions as she was and maybe, together, they could fix what was happening.

She pulled her phone off of her dresser and fumbled with it in her hands before quickly scrolling through the contacts and finding his number. She knew she was going to regret this.

"Fabray," the deep voice on the other line mumbled.

"Puckerman," she greeted in the same tone. She bit her lip, knowing that she shouldn't have called. She wanted to back out now and hang up. If he questioned her at school, she could say that she was sleep walking and accidentally called him.

"If this is a late night booty-call, I'm sorry to tell you that the Puckzilla is in for the night." Annoyance filled Quinn's being knowing that he was smiling to himself, thinking that he comes off sly when really, all he comes off as is an idiot. She truly hated when he gave himself nicknames and talked in third-person.

"That's not why I'm calling," she sneered at him.

"Then explain why you're calling me at one-thirty in the morning, Quinn." He started to sound bored on the other end. She should just hang up and go on ignoring him, right? That would be the easier route.

"I can't sleep." Plain and simple. She shouldn't have to sit there and explain that since they gave up their daughter five months ago she hasn't been able to get a decent nights sleep. Her grades are dropping and it's only the second month of their junior year.

"There's a million other people you could be calling now." Quinn couldn't tell if this was stroking his ego a bit or if he was being an asshole, but his tone was full of cockiness.

"So?"

On the other line she heard shuffling and a large gulp before he decided to talk more. "I can't sleep either, Quinn." He sounded sorrowful, like he knew exactly what was going on. It made her feel comforted. "I'll be over in five?" Though his voice was still unfortunate, he didn't know what to do.

"Please." She sighed and they hung up. Quinn let her eyes swell up with tears before looking at herself in the mirror. She needed to decide if she was going to put real clothes on or go wherever with her ex in a pair of Cheerios sweats and a blank tank-top with one of Puck's old sweatshirts pulled over it. After a long decision, she came to the conclusion that Puck was the one person to see her at her least attractive when she was pregnant. Why would he care now? Better yet, why did she care at this moment?

Grabbing her keys and phone, she moved through her house in quiet and swift motions and slipped out the door completely undetected. Waiting out front was a black truck with its headlights turned off. He got there sooner than she had expected. Five minutes in Puck's world was another way of saying 'I'll be there when I feel like it.'

The first few minutes of being in the car together, there was nothing but choking silence. Quinn leaned her head against the window and let out a small, sharp breath. The boy took notice and looked over at her. He detected her pain and made a courageous move in placing her hand inside of his. Puck pulled into the parking lot of a park that is pretty much abandoned at this point of time. When they were younger, that's where everyone wanted to be. Now stands there as skeletal remains of a broken generation.

"You're going through the no sleep thing too, huh?" He asked her with a gentle voice, knowing that she was vulnerable right now. Quinn was trying her hardest to not bust out crying, weeping on his shoulder. Neither of them knew that giving up Beth would be so disastrous to the both of them.

"Ever since…" She trailed off, but he knew exactly what she was going to say. He had felt the same way. Every night he tried everything that he could to fall asleep - even boring things, like reading. Seeing Noah Puckerman with a book looked like a joke, but the joke was on him when not even that was boring enough to put him to sleep. The alcohol didn't work, nor did the sleeping pills. Hell, he even tried to cry it out a few times. Of course, no one but himself would know about that because he is Puck, but he tried. It didn't work. "I was hoping you'd be the same way," she admitted with a broken smile. This was so unlike Quinn.

"Come here," Puck whispered almost inaudibly while putting his arms out for her to lean back in. She accepted the gesture and kicked her feet up on the seats, leaning back so her head rested on his chest with his arms wrapped around her front. Hoping that it would go unnoticed, Puck softly kissed her head and kept his face slightly buried in her hair.

"Sing to me," she requested with a small childish grin on her face. He lifted his head and gazed down at her in confusion, but decided that he would do as asked.

"If it makes you less sad, I will die by your hand. Hope you find out what you are; already know what I am. And if it makes you less sad, we'll start talking again. You can tell me how vile I already know that I am." Quinn's heart ached more with every word and note that he softly belted out. "I'll grow old, start acting my age; it'll be a brand new day in a life that you hate. A crown of gold, a heart that's harder than stone and it hurts to hold on, but only missed when it's gone." Her eyes were filling with tears and she silently let them run down her face as he continued the song. "Call me a safe bet, I'm betting I'm not. I'm glad that you can forgive, only hoping as time goes, you can forget. If it makes you less sad, I'll move out of this state. You can keep to yourself, I'll keep out of your way." At this point, Puck could feel her body shake and tremble, but he kept his eyes closed tight because the sight of the radiant girl who was in his arms crying broke his heart. He didn't like it when she cried, especially when it was him who was causing it, so he stopped the song.

"No, no," Quinn choked out, "keep going."

Dreadfully, he carried on. "And if it makes you less sad, I'll take your pictures all down. Every picture you paint, I will paint myself out. It's cold as a tomb, and it's dark in your room when I sneak to your bed to pour salt in your wounds. So call it quits or get a grip, you say you wanted a solution; you just wanted to be missed. Call me a safe bet, I'm betting I'm not. I'm glad that you can forgive, only hoping as time goes, you can forget. So you can forget, so you can forget."

The words were so painfully accurate to their situation. It was exactly how he felt. The pain that she's feeling now was caused by him because he had to go accidentally knock her up with a precious bundle of joy. And being teenagers, they had to let her go. Quinn wanted to let her go, but Puck said he would do everything in his might in order for them to have a good life; he wanted them to be a family. A happy one, at that. He didn't want this, he didn't want to be sitting in his truck with a shattered Quinn in his arms while he sang to her the only song that was on his mind, the only song that felt fitting. At this point in time, he was willing to do anything to make her happy and less sad. If she wanted him to grow up, then grow up is what he would do in an instant. If she wanted him to move far, far away from Lima, then he'd do everything in his power to make that happen.

"You are calm and reposed, let your beauty on unfold. Pale white, like the skin stretched over your bones. Spring keeps you ever close, you are second-hand smoke. You are so fragile and thin, standing trail for your sins, holding on to yourself the best you can. You are the smell before rain, you are the blood in my veins. Call me a safe bet, I'm betting I'm not. I'm glad that you can forgive, only hoping as time goes, you can forget."

The song was over. The music that accompanied the song stopped inside of his head and it was back to nothing but the sound of Quinn's whimpering, hurtful cries. It was peculiar to Puck as to why she was even in his arms tonight, but he took what he could and he tried to calm her down, to soothe her and rock her slowly back and forth until the crying stopped. In the midst of it all, a tear slipped from Puck's eye. He hated to see her in such pain, pain that he afflicted onto her.

"I'm so sorry, Q."

They stayed there until her crying had come to a halt. The less tears she shed, the tighter the teenager hugged her close to him. He felt like he could fix her by doing at least that.

"Thank you for this," she said while clearing her throat. "Can we do this more often? I promise not to cry anymore." She stuck her pinky up in the air as to keep a promise. He wrapped his pinky around hers, but knew her well enough to know that she would break that promise and end up crying once again. He wanted the pain to end, so he took a silent vow and challenged himself to make her whole again.

"Let's get you home, okay? We'll talk after glee." She nodded her head in agreement as he turned the truck back on and started backing out. She didn't even attempt sliding back into her seat so instead she stayed close to his side with his free hand grasping hers tightly.

Lyrics: "The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot" by Brand New
A/N: I thought that this was one of the only fitting ways to put their relationship in Puck's eyes, so it stuck. This was just an idea that I thought up of earlier and I'm going to run with it. I hope you all enjoy it and just know that there will be an update just around the corner 3