What brings us closer is the thing that tears us apart.

Puck looked at his room. Yesterday, it seemed so familiar to him; the rock band posters, his four poster bed, the Mac computer, the desk, the amplifier, the red Gibson SG and the acoustic guitar that he always played. There was also the untidy stack of printed-out guitar tabs in the corner. Even the smell of his room was familiar to him, like newly polished wood of his guitar and some sort of musky deodorant. When Quinn moved in the room had a sudden change. Like it's aura had changed. Now Quinn was moving out back to her old house now that Beth; their baby was born and was with Shelby Corcoran. There were a few suitcases filled with her stuff and was strewn about the room. After Beth was born she had been a little too quiet and Puck was a bit preoccupied to even do anything about it. Now it was finally taking it's toll on him. He stared wordlessly at Quinn who was talking with her mom on the phone while he was sitting across from her. She was dressed in her silk pajamas, ready for bed. She was sprawled on his bed while he was on his desk chair.

" sounds good. Sure. Bye." With that she put down the phone. She looks down for a minute and her eyes meets Puck.

She didn't want to have this conversation now. But she had to. Sure it would hurt them both but she didn't want to admit it. "Puck. I'm breaking up with you." She said, her heart feeling pumped with air. She imagined Puck; once hearing that, he would give a reason of why she should be with him and a single tear would streak his face but no. Puck didn't look surprised or angry. Just hurt.

A weak smile crossed his face but it collapsed under the weight of his pain. It hurt her just to look at him.

"I knew it would come to this. Just not this soon. I wish we could've had a few more months, y'know?" Puck said, she could really hear that he was close to tears.

She reached over and touched his hand which was cold. "I'm sorry Puck. Sincerely, genuinely sorry. It's just that - "

"No. I know. It was because of Beth right? That you wanted to be with me? So we could raise her right?" Now she felt his pain coursing up her hand and into her chest.

"No. That's not it." But what was the real reason why she was with him in the first place? Sure, the baby bump was a factor but there was something else. She just couldn't get her tongue around the fact that she didn't want to break up with Puck but she didn't want to be with him either.

"It just won't work between us. You have your standards and I have mine."

"We can make it work. We have to make it work. You know I love you Quinn. You know that better than anyone."

"I have my own priorities Puck and you have yours. When we get back to school…it's going to be different. I need a fresh start after…after what happened. We wanted different things. We need to go on our separate ways and that's that. It's done. Nothing more."

"I can understand that. The 'I have my own priorities and you have yours' part. What's going to be different when we get back? What? That Finn and Rachel becomes McKinley's power couple or the fact that people still think you're a slut? I've heard a lot of people say that because I parted your Red Sea that night so don't judge me when I say that. I said to you that it wasn't just another hookup for me because it meant something. Wether you believe it or not."

Quinn felt the tears running up her eyes but she squeezed her eyes shut. "You're lying. You're lying." She whispered, close to tears. "No, I'm not."

"I had sex with you because you got me drunk."

"No way. You weren't drunk, you were sober. You're an angry drunk and you definitely weren't angry. Sure I gave you a couple wine coolers but not enough to make you even buzzed. So tell me the truth Quinn. What was going through your mind?" Puck said softly, running his fingertips lightly on her cheek.

"I don't know. I wasn't thinking straight."

"Why won't you just admit that you like me too?"

"I never did."

"Quinn." Puck pulled his face closer to hers. Quinn couldn't handle it anymore. She was over this. But she knew it was real, what she said. "Okay. Fine. I like you Puck. More than like you. That's why I want to break up with you. I don't want to become too attached to a person that they'll hurt me. I don't expect you to understand but please just…respect my decision."

Puck closed his eyes, his chest felt like it had been run over with Artie's wheelchair. To him it didn't make sense but at her request he needed to respect her decision. "Okay. Fine. I don't really get it but I respect it." For what seemed like hours they held each other's gaze, like they were having a private conversation through eye contact. His face was now only inches from hers. A single, pearly tear streaked her face and he gently wiped it away with his thumb. He held her hand, feeling the warmth course through him. With each passing second their faces drew closer and closer together. Her head was now on his chest, hearing the beat of his heart, in perfect sync with hers. Puck pressed his lips against her hair. It felt like silk against his lips. He inhaled the scent of her hair. It smelled like vanilla and roses. He figured if angels were real they'd probably smell like this.

Quinn raised her head so her eyes met his. Their lips met and Quinn felt like a big weight has been lifted off her shoulders. She couldn't resist the way he tasted and she couldn't help but kiss back. She pulled him closer and onto the bed. Her heart pounded against her ribs with immense strength that she was sure Puck could hear it. Puck eased into her. Quinn inhaled his musky scent on his neck

. Puck kissed her back passionately and her lips melted into each other.

This was a kiss she would never forget. She knew perfectly what it meant. It was a kiss goodbye. Goodbye to the very best of herself.

To Be Continued

This is what Quinn and Puck's break up would look like… in my head. It was sort of on impulse to write this so i hope u liked this =))