This is first ever story posted on fanfiction. All spelling mistakes are mine and reviews are nice.
Why did he go?
She stands in front of his grave, knowing that he is never going to come back to hold his daughter or see her first step. Flashbacks of that horrible night come back to her.
"Please don't go." She is crying holding onto his arm.
"I have to do this."
"I will come will you."
"You can't go, it's not safe."
"That is what I'm trying to tell you, it's not safe!"
"I need to go."
He walks to his car and gets in and drives off. Matt and Mike are standing behind and she turns to them.
"Please help him."
Mike says "It's alright, we will stop him."
She smiles with tears falling down her cheeks. Matt and Mike get into Mike's car and drive off. She goes inside the house and waits for something to happen, either a phone call or someone to knock on the door. It had been an hour and she had heard nothing. She grabs her keys and drives to a construction site, she enters the site. Lots of people are everywhere; she starts to walk around trying to find him. Suddenly someone taps her on her shoulder and she turns round. It was Mike.
He says "What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here."
Suddenly, they hear someone scream and someone yells.
"He has a gun!"
Then they heard a gunshot, people start to crowd. Mike and her rushes over and he's on the ground covered in blood. She starts to cry.
The flashback stops, not going any further. She is crying, someone puts her hand on her shoulder and she hears.
"Come on, Quinn let's go."
It was the voice of Santana.
Quinn says "Noah Puckerman, I will always love you."
She glances one more time at his grave and turns around and leaves with Santana. She knows that Puck will always be in her heart and her baby girl will always know what her father did for her.