Short Quick one-shot set after Quinn's accident. Might add another chapter or two.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, unfortunately.
Puck tapped his foot on the floor, unable to focus on anything. He began to count the tiles, trying to distract himself from what was going on just yards away from him. He heard someone collapse in the chair next to him. Puck willed himself to look over at his companion, regretting it almost instantly.
Santana's mascara was in streaks on her cheeks. Her one hand was holding up her head and she turned towards him. Puck watched as her shoulders began to shake along with her head. He felt the lump in his throat grow as she spoke. "Puck, you need to see her. She's not doing too good."
He couldn't respond, he had nothing to say really. He placed his hand on her shoulder, unsure of what else to do. She immediately shook him off. Puck looked back down at the floor. He felt her hand fall on his leg. "You need to tell her before it's too late."
Puck wordlessly turned back to Santana. Her shoulders shook again and he heard her sob quietly. "I don't know wha-" he began to lie, only to be interrupted by her. "Just go see her, Puck," she coughed out, standing up and walking swiftly towards the bathroom.
He watched her break into a run down the hall, attempting to swallow the ever growing lump in his throat. He knew Santana was right. He needed to see her. Puck steadied himself, gripping the armrests rightly. He pushed himself up onto his feet and slowly walked towards her room. He poked his head inside and took one large step into the bright white room. He willed himself to be strong.
Puck took a deep breath and stepped closer to Quinn, feeling his chest tighten. How could this happen? Why, of all people, did this happen to her? She was finally happy. Good things were finally happening for her, then this bullshit. Puck wasn't sure if he was more angry or sad. Or scared.
He was now just inches away from the bed, bruises looking darker and more painful the closer he stepped. Puck pulled over a chair and eased himself into it, pulling it as close to her bed as possible. He bit his lip and slowly reached down and held her hand. Before he could stop himself, his head fell to her bed, tears streaming down his face. He gently nudged his forehead into her hand, tears soaking into her sheets. He gently brought her hand to his lips. Puck kissed her hand and let his lips linger on her skin for a minute.
"Quinn," he choked out, pulling away from her hand, yet still gripping it. "Please, get through this. Please, that's all I ask of you. You have good things coming for you, but you have to make it through this first. You've got to get your ass to Yale. And you're gonna graduate top of your class. You're gonna see Beth grow up to be an awesome kid and even have more children one day. You're gonna die when you're a hundred and four and happy with your husband. Not like this. Okay?" he asked, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "You have to promise me you'll make it through this. We can't lose you like this."
Puck looked at her face and wiped a tear away roughly. "I can't lose you like this. You need to live a long, happy life, Quinn. And you need to know."
He stood up from the chair and very carefully stroked her cheek. "You need to know that I love you. I've loved you since the first moment I met you. And I'll always love you."
Puck pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "I'm gonna be selfish now, Quinn," he said, looking at her closed eyes. "I'm gonna need you to wake up. You need to hear this. And I need to hear your voice. Please," he begged.
Puck fell back down in the chair, attempting to stop the tears from coming. But they just kept on flowing