Hello! So this is my first ever Quick fanfic, just an idea I've had floating about for a while now. Please read, review and if you like it favourite! I'd really really like the feedback and there's a possibility of more if it's liked so it'd be really appreciated to know how it goes down! :)

"Hey you.

I know I'm being a coward and writing everything down, but I think this is the only way you'll let me say it. Because I know you won't agree with all of it. But I need to say this. And I think you need to hear it.

When we were in the hospital, I spent the whole time thinking about what we have, and everything that's happened over these past few months. There's so much, it's hard to believe that there's still more to come. In these nine months, I've felt more than I've felt in my lifetime. And then today, today I felt more than I'd felt in those nine months. I'm washed out to say the least. But I think this has to be said while I still can. Because after this, who knows what'll happen. But anyway, I thought of everything. I thought about what I did to Finn, about us and how we've managed to be together for months, had a baby and lived together without really ever entering a relationship, and about our baby girl. Our baby girl who, as I write this, is no longer ours. Because now, she has a new mommy.

The drive back here sucked. As if the physical pain I'm in after pushing a baby out isn't enough, I've got all these painful emotions I just can't seem to catch. And on top of that, I can tell you're secretly mad at me. When we walked through the door, it was like the air was cold. The atmosphere was wrong. We both know what that is though, it's because she's missing. We're supposed to have a baby now, but we don't. But still, this place feels like more of a home than anywhere else I've ever known.

I looked through the rooms when you went for a shower, and I couldn't help but see all these different versions of ourselves. I looked in the living room and remembered sitting watching movies with your sister, remembered you crying at the old man at up and I remember how I secretly hoped that we'd be that old couple, living out a life together contently. But let's pretend that was pregnancy hormones because if we talk about that, we're talking about something else we've lost. The kitchen reminds me of when you made me bacon, and then when your mom yelled at you for making me bacon – I'm sure she's still not forgiven us for that. I remember when we were cuddled up in your bed, when you sang to our little girl, when you tried to get me to picture the spare room as her nursery. When you begged me to stay as I left for Mercedes.

But really, none of that's important now. So I'll get to the important stuff. I know you're scared she'll think you're a deadbeat. She won't, I promise. Because out of everything I could ever label you as, after these months deadbeat is definitely not one of them. As horrible as this is, we had to give her up. What could we really offer her. I know everything says love is enough, but this isn't a Beatles song. This is real life. And in the real world a baby doesn't survive on love alone. She needs food and clothes and diapers and time and toys and all of that takes money. And most of all she needs and deserves stability. We need to sort our own lives out before we raise another. We're just kids who don't even know if they're together. And then, even if we were together, how long would it last?

So here's where I get honest with you. I don't trust you enough to raise her with you. I'm so sorry, I wish I did and I know I should. But everyone in my life has done something to prove that you can't trust people, even you. I can't predict the future, and no matter what you say I don't know if you're going to go off with some other girl when I'm too tired. If I'm honest I don't think you would, but I don't want to take that risk with her. But please never think I wanted it this way. I wish I could hold my baby every single day til I die. But I can't be selfish about her.

Please don't think I blame you. It's not just you I don't trust. I can't even trust myself. You know as well as me the mess I'm in. Do you honestly believe I'm capable of being a mother? I've depended on you to look after me for a while now, I can't expect you to look after me and her. What if I flipped out and left? Or cheated on you like I did Finn? What if I couldn't hack it? What if I messed her up more than my parents did me?

I'm so sorry. Truly I am because I know I've taken away part of you. But we have to grow up once. Maybe one day we'll be ready, Noah. Maybe one day."

I looked at Noah sleeping beside me as I wrote the letter that said it all. My Noah. To everyone else, he's Puck. But to me, he's Noah. He's one of the sweetest, kindest people in this place, definitely in my life. I can't help but love him. Smiling, I slide out of bed and sneak out of the room, then downstairs and out of the front door, taking his keys with me. I approach his truck, looking back to check there's no lights going on in the house. Opening the truck door I try to lift myself in but am too sore. I guess I'll just have to do it from here. I take the letter I've spent the last half hour writing and stretch as far as I'm able to put it into the glove compartment. With the letter in place, I head back to the house and sneak back into my side of Noah's bed, curling up with him again. He'll find it tomorrow.

After a couple of days moping around the Puckerman household, I went back to school. I wasn't expecting to be easy, but I think the less time spent away, the easier it'll be to face my demons. So back I went, stares I faced, and slushies I avoided. And it was hell. That is until I reached my locker. I span the code in and opened it up to find not only the books I'd left, but I single sunflower with a single piece of folded paper attached:

"I love you. Tell me when one day arrives.

N. x"

And I smiled.

Would you like to read more? My idea would be to address moments in the series where I feel Quick moments could have been but weren't! For instance my next chapter would be my take on the summer we never got to see and then after that Quinn visiting Puck at the time of his season 2 prison stint! Then I've got a good few other ideas, things like how she reacted to him and Lauren etc! If you'd like that, let me know!

Either way thanks for reading!