Hey everyone! My name's Ann. :) This is the first Quick three-shot I've ever written, so I hope you'll enjoy it! I know that the first chapter is pretty short, so.. yeah. Be satisfied with that for a while. lol. I'll be posting Chapter 2 soon. Reviews will be well-appreciated!
For free period, I was planning to finish up some assignments. Mom had asked me to help her out for this little event happening in the neighborhood tomorrow, so I assumed that it would take a lot of my time after school.
As I put my text books down on the table at the library, I realized that I had forgotten my binder ; the one that had everything planned out for today. From arriving to school, up to the assignments that were to be done. It might've been in the music room since I remember bringing it with me to Glee club.
"Um, excuse me." I told the librarian. "Is it okay if you look after my things? I'll be back in just a sec." I added. "Sure, Ms. Fabray." The librarian nodded.
Upon arriving at the music room, I saw that familiar Mohawk. Puck was the only one there and I was surprised to see him not doing anything at all. He was seated and his face seemed to scream problematic. But I didn't have the time to seat around and be a buddy to him. I needed to get my assignments done before class ends.
I was just about to leave the music room, when I decided to take one last look at Puck. He seemed to be really down, and though I tried so hard to just ignore him, I knew that I couldn't do that. I walked towards him, threw my binder on the seat and crossed my arms. "Okay, Puckerman. What's the problem?"
He turned to look at me and when I saw his eyes all red, a gush of worry suddenly flowed through my whole body. "Puck, are you okay?" I asked him. I decided to lose all the bitchy-ness I had, since I knew that it was the last thing he needed right now.
"It's mom." Puck said. "She has.. cancer." He revealed. I felt my heart break. This was all so unexpected. "I don't understand why she needs to hide it from me." Tears were falling down from his eyes. "When does she want me to know? When she's about to die?" He suddenly raised his voice. "When it's too late?" He stood up and started hitting the drum set, the guitars, everything he could find in the music room. "Puck, stop!" I put my arms around him. "This isn't the way to deal with your problem." I told him.
"Look at me." I went in front of him and cupped his face between my hands. "Look at me." He avoided my gaze, but I forced him to look me in the eye. "Your mom loves you too much and she doesn't want to hurt you." I felt tears coming out of my eyes too. "Does she really love me, Quinn? I don't think so." Puck answered. "Because of she really does, she'd tell me the truth. She won't keep something this important from me." He said. "I don't want her to die, Quinn." His voice broke and I hugged him tight. I heard him break into some sobs as he hugged me back. I felt myself getting drawn into him some more because this side I was seeing right now was simply remarkable. The tough guy everyone knew had a soft side too and it caught my attention the most.
"She's not going to die, Puck. She's not." I said, trying to get some optimism into his system. I broke off our hug and made our foreheads meet. "Stay with me, Quinn." He said. "I will." I whispered. "I'm with you all the way. I will never ever leave you."