Tears fall down your face
The taste is something new

Puck cradled his head in his hands. Quinn couldn't really be pregnant. No, it wasn't possible; still, he cried.

So bottle up old love
And throw it out to sea
Wash it away as you cry
A year has past

"Quinn, have you seen the baby?" Puck shoved his hands in his pockets, still not having outgrown his awkward Mohawk.

"No, and I don't want to." Quinn pressed on. "She's more than a year old now." Her face remained composed. "Move on, Puck."

My tongue is
Tied to a dream of being with you
To settle for less is not what I prefer

"What about us?" Quinn shouted in the parking lot, loudly enough for heads to turn.

Puck pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth. "We aren't done, Quinn." He shook his head lightly, like she should have already known.

Summer time, the nights are so long
The leaves fall down, and so do I to the arms of a friend
Winter nights
My bedside is cold, for I am gone

Puck slid his feet off the side of his bed, and put his weight onto them, causing the floorboards to creak. He walked out the screen door, feeling warmer in the 10 degree weather than he had in his bed with the heat blasted. He spotted Rachel among the trees at the edge of the yard, creeping onto the grass. He made his way to her barefoot. He wrapped his arms around her neck and buried his face in her hair. She allowed herself to be smooshed against his chest. They were friends after everything that had happened; they were each other's comfort on the chilly nights that made them feel even more lonely. It was Puck and Rachel against the dark. Puck with no Quinn, and Rachel with no Finn. It was a tragic love story, with a beautiful friendship between a Jew and a bad boy… no one would have guessed… but those who know them, say they passed the test. During this long night together, they will finally find rest, side by side.