Very short chapter, I apologise I've been busy with school. Hope you enjoy! Thanks for the reviews!

Puck arrived at the hospital with Finn, full uniform straight off the plane the day after her surgery. He was tired as fuck, but he needed to see her. As he walked through the halls, he could see the patients walk past him stare at his uniform but he ignored them, finally finding Rachel sitting outside in the hallway beside Judy. Finn rushed forward, hugging her, holding her. Finn had seen Rachel three times this year. Puck had only seen Quinn once. Rachel hugged him too.

"How is she?" He asked her, moving to look in the glass door. Rachel sighed as Puck took Quinn in. The last physical image of her was the soft curves, the long blonde hair and her eyes. She looked like a different person as he looked through the glass.

"The surgery went well, they found two tumors on her ovaries and removed them. They found some more by her gall bladder and removed them. They've just had to swab other organs just in case they're cancerous. When they find out whether or not they are, they'll have to determine whether or not she'll be put on Chemo."

"Chemo too?" Rachel nodded and Puck rested his forehead against the glass. "How long was she given to live?"

"A year." Rachel murmured quietly. She was too thin, her eyes were hollow and she was unreadable. He opened the door and his eyes immediately met hers. They were angry. He had to look away to pick up Beth as she came squealing, jumping off the bed and into his arms. He swung her around.

"Boo bear!" He murmured, bouncing her on his hip and she squealed in return. He kissed her all over and then sighed. "Dad's gotta have a talk with your mother."

"Okay." She said and he slowly let her back on the ground. He waited for the door to shut before moving towards her.

"I'm sorry, they just-" He said, moving closer to her.

"Don't." She muttered. Puck looked away, anywhere but her face and found her rings sitting perfectly on the bedside table. He moved to the them and slid them into his palm, grabbing the chair and sat down beside her, holding his palm out to her.

"What are you doing?"

"When I married you, I vowed to you that I'd be here, in sickness and in health." Quinn scoffed at the last part. "Quinn, please… I'm sorry." She sighed and moved a little on the bed to make room for him. When he laid down beside her, she rested her head on his shoulder, wrapping her arm around his. She held out her hand and he slid the rings on, kissing each of her fingers. She looked up at him and it was the look she gave him right after he'd won his Championship game. It was this look that made him feel happy and so lucky that he had her in his life. It was the look that he knew that she was proud of him. Something that he never got from his Mum or Dad. Then she looked away, biting her bottom lip and it looked like she was about to cry.

"Baby? What's wrong?" He murmured and he watched a few tears fell down her cheeks.

"Are you mad at me?" Puck frowned deeply, what the hell was she on about? He tucked a strand of her hair behind her cheek.

"No? Why would I be mad?" She looked up at him, her eyes tired and she looked so weak.

"I can't give you what you want. I can't give you anymore children." She said in a broken whisper. He shook his head and kissed her forehead, bringing her head to his chest.

"You gave me love, Quinn. That's all I need." He whispered and she sobbed into his chest, her tears staining his uniform. "And we have Beth and we can adopt or foster kids if you want, Baby, but you and Beth are all I need." He whispered, stroking her hair. She nodded into his chest and he let out sigh. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She leant back, putting both of her hands on his chest and looked up at him so they were eye level.

"You're here now, that's all that matters." There was no doubt that she had wished he was there with her when it happened, but he believed that maybe yeah, him being with her now and not dead would be better. He couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't there to hold her, to squeeze her hand to kiss her forehead when she felt the lowest of lows put a dent in their relationship. He knew he needed to help her; he needed to tell her every moment of everyday that he loved her and would continue to love her till he would die. He knew that by looking at her that she was hurting, that she believed that it was her fault that she couldn't have children. It's not her fault she got cancer, cancer decided to be a fuckwit and pick on someone like Quinn. He wanted to argue more, to tell her that he should have been there for everything but he knew he wasn't going to get anywhere.

He ran his thumb over her cheekbone, the softness of her face still as he remembered it and leant in to kiss her. He could remember the last time he kissed her like this. It was when he came home after spending the day with his sister and her kids. It wasn't just a kiss, it was that kiss when he would come home from the shops or come home after dropping Beth off at school. It was a kiss that showed her that even though he was gone for maybe ten, twenty minutes and now a year that he missed her, everywhere he went. He told her that he had this need to be with her, this need to touch, this need to feel her wherever he went and she would reply with, that's so ironic because you're always away for long periods of time. Which was true, but whenever he came back it would always heighten.

He could feel the longing, the desperation as she slid a little onto him. She couldn't move much, the pain from the surgery still dull in the background, but he could feel her hands at his uniform, grasping the material tightly in her fingers. She ran her hand over his head where his Mohawk used to be. She was so used to it as a teenager that she would curl her fingers around her, grasping at it when they made love or stroking it when she would comfort him, but now even though with it gone and the small buzz that remained, he still liked it. He slipped her off him carefully, turning onto his side a little more and kissed her, but before he knew it she was crying again. He pulled back, alarmed.

"Baby? Did I hurt you?" He whispered. Did he hurt her? He checked, looking down at himself to make sure that he hadn't leant on her during the process. She shook her head and looked away.

"I'm sorry. I'm just… why would you want me?" She whispered and he took her hand, leaning his forehead against hers.

"Hey. Look at me." He whispered and she looked up at her, tears flowing down her cheeks.

"You're beautiful, but you're so smart. You're so warm and you know, you're the first person to ever show me what it feels like to be loved so don't take that away from me, okay? I'm not going to leave. Not now, not ever." Quinn nodded and leant up to kiss him one more time. "We'll get through this, all of us."

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