Okay so I have been extremely out of it lately :/ I am really sorry, summer holidays went by way to fast and I had no time. I tired to write, but I found myself stuck in a funk. So, I decided maybe to take a break from Best I ever had, and focus on some nice and easy one shots with sone of my favourite couples ever seen on tv; Puck and Quinn (glee) Craig and Ellie (degrassi) Peyton and Lucas (one tree hill).

First chapter is Puck and Quinn :D

By the way; This one is quiet AU. Which means no Finn, no Beth.

Quinn Fabray had everything every girl wanted, the clothes, the looks, the friends. But what people didn't know, what was hidden behind closed doors. Quinn was miserable, if it wasn't pretending to be happy while she filled herself with fake people at school, It was the incredibly high standard of perfection she never quiet reached at home. Either way, Quinn was miserable. No one knew, she considered taking up acting classes, she was doing such a good job she thought she'd be the best in the class.

She was her mothers daughter, beautiful blonde hair, deep hazel eyes, captain of the Cheerio's, president of the celibacy club. Quinn had the grades, nothing ever shy of an A. You would think having a daughter like Quinn, her parents would be the proudest of all, that wasn't always the case. For her parents to truly be proud for Quinn, or even show some kind of parental affection, she'd have to go to great lengths.

Their relationship had always confused people, it was obvious to everyone they had no feelings towards each other. Yet, some days you couldn't tare them apart. He would be off leading whatever girl into whatever classroom or closet was spear, she'd be spending her time working on cheers, studying, or faking a smile. They were both completely opposite, yet it worked.

Puck and Quinn

Quinn and Puck.

Everyone knew it, they knew it. Despite their differences they knew they'd always be there for each other, come rain, hail or shine. They were lucky like that, they always had each other. He was the only one who knew about her parent's desire for perfection, and she knew the real reason he never had anyone over his house. Quinn and Puck got each other, whether it be them against the world. They knew how the other ticked.

Quinn never really knew how thankful she was for Puck until the second day of summer. Her father was out on yet another business trip, which left she and her mom at home for the week. Her mother was acting out of place, whether it was because her father wasn't there, Quinn never knew. Until Mrs. Fabray sat her youngest daughter down, so share some news.

"Quinnie, I need to tell you something"

Growing up, Quinn knew those words were fighting words. Never would come a happy sentence after that.

"I went to the doctors a few weeks ago, and they removed a lump from my breast" Mrs. Fabray said more casual then any person ever should.

"What?" Quinn managed to choke out, completely and utterly shocked at what was going on.

"I have made an appointment for you to get a check up, a complete waste of time I might add. But the doctors insists that you need to be checked." The older blonde was already back on her pescious laptop making sure the idiot who was running one of their many top selling business' wasn't running them into the ground.

"Are you okay?" Quinn asked slowly.

"I'll be fine, I have to do a few more tests here and there. Cancer is only a problem if we make it a problem Quinnie." Her mother smiled the sweet smile she rarely does, yet it was just a heart warming.

"C-c-cancer? You have cancer? What's going to happen? Why aren't you freaking out? Does Daddy know" Quinn couldn't keep her emotions stabble at this time.

"I will be fine, and why would I tell your father? This family doesn't handle imperfection Quinnie."

"THIS ISN'T ANOTHER DAMN IMPERFECTION! THIS IS YOUR LIFE!" Quinn raised her voice throwing the closet vase that was sitting on the kitchen bench at the near by wall, shattering it to bits.

"Go study." Her mother said, not looking up from the laptop she loved with her life.

Quinn looked at her mother, tears in eyes. She saw her future, Quinn saw herself as her mother. Cold, wanting perfection so much, she'd risk her own life to pretend everything was okay. She couldn't handle living like that, Quinn ran up the stairs as fast as her muscled legs could take her slamming her bedroom door shut. She screamed bloody murder into her pillow, tears falling all over her face. She ripped apart every piece of paper she had on her bed, broke every photo frame, tore apart every pillow she could. Until her had enough, and ran to him.

It was storming by now, she still ran. She ran faster than she ever thought she could, until in her view was the little brown and white house on the corner. Grass looked as if it hadn't been mowed in a while, although, it looked much nicer then the rest in the neighbour hood. Quinn knocked on the door countless times, looking down at her legs, covered in goosebumps, freezing from running all that way. Finally after much banging the door opened, in view was a tall, muscle, brown mow-halked boy, with big soft brown eyes.

Puck looked at the little blond girl with eyes to remember, he was confused to why she was here on an early Saturday morning. He composed his thoughts, pulling her naked arm into his small, messy, warm house. Luckily, mother Puckerman was out working yet another shift and his sister at a friends. Leaving the two almost best friends the house to themselves.

"What the hell were you thinking Quinn? You could have gotten hurt?"

"My mom has cancer." She whispered, trying to keep the tears in that glistened in her eyes.

Puck's angry expression soften into one of sadness, he quickly ushered Quinn into his bedroom. She sat on his bed, one she was quiet used to by now, staring at the floor. Puck joined her, laying his head on his pillow bringing her to lay next to him.

"She doesn't even care." Quinn said again in a whisper.

Puck knew in a matter of seconds that she was referring to the expectations and priorities. Without caring whether he would get cold by her soaking wet clothes he pulled her into a warm embrace. Feeling the sensation when she snuggled into his chest, letting the tears fall again. He wrapped her hair in his fingers, playing with it while rubbing her back softly. They stayed like this for hours, being in each others company. Not talking, just melting together, as if they were made to fit. Like she was made to fall apart, and he was the one that put her back together.

"Once day, she'll see she has a beautiful, amazing, most perfect daughter."

Quinn smiled in her tears, maybe people were wrong.

Maybe there was something between them.