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Tears escaped Quinn's eyes as she confessed the secret she kept from Puck for over twelve years. He has a son. He's had a son for twelve years, and she didn't let him be the father he's always wanted to be. Instead she turned him into his own father, a deadbeat Lima loser who was never there for his kid.

"Just... Tell me why?" Puck choked out in a whisper, his eyes glossy. "I deserve to know that much."

"Not here... Not with him a few feet away." Quinn explained.

"I can't do this, Quinn. I can't fucking do this." Puck gritted through his teeth. "You kept my fucking kid away from me, and you expect me to continue doing this, giving him lessons as if I wasn't his father. You have got to be kidding me because I can't, and I won't. I'm his father. I deserve to be in his life, he deserves to have a father in his life, and you deprived him of one. How could you do that? You selfish bitch."

"Puck, I-"

"No," he interrupted, "you don't get a fucking say in this. He doesn't even know, does he? He doesn't know he has a father, who's standing in this very spot, who would do anything and everything for him. You screwed up, Quinn." Puck turned his back for a second to wipe away a few stray tears from his eyes, but before Quinn could speak again, he turned around and continued, shooting daggers towards her. "What did you expect, Quinn? What did you fucking expect when you brought him here? That I wasn't going to figure it out? That if I found out, even if it had been months from now, I wouldn't be pissed and everything would go back to the way it used to be, when we were so disgustingly in love?" Quinn winced at his words, every single one of them was like a stab in her heart.

"Well, Quinn, it's been twelve fucking years since I've loved you, and ever since then, I've felt nothing but hate towards you. And now you come back into my life and bring a kid into the equation, and to make things better, my kid. I hate you..." Puck spit out, ending his rant with a deranged glare. Quinn did everything in her power to avoid his eyes.

"Just... Just let me explain... Please..." she begged through a hoarse voice as she tried to move closer to offer some sympathy.

"Just... Fuck off, Quinn." he said, as he retreated even further away from her in the small recording studio. "If Noah doesn't know about me by next week when he comes in for his lesson, I'm going to tell him, whether you like it or not because I can't keep this a secret from him, especially after he has been lied to for all these years." Puck added, a hint of blackmail to his words.

"So you're not going to let me explain?" Quinn asked, her eyes lowered with sadness and her voice etched with remorse, hoping that she could somehow manage to fix what she had torn apart, salvage whatever was left of their relationship if only just for her... their son.

"What's there to explain, Q?! We were in love, you found out you were pregnant, you broke my heart and left me, you had a child that you never told me about, and twelve years later you think that if you finally confess everything, it would all be ok?!" his anger rose, but with a lowered voice, he continued, "No. It doesn't work like that. So get out..."

When Quinn didn't move, he had it. "Get the fuck out!" he yelled as he lunged toward her, knocking over a music stand piled with papers in the process. She flinched, but didn't move. "Fine, since you won't leave, I will. I never want to see you again..." he said, brushing past her and slamming the door on his way out into the lobby, leaving her standing alone in the middle of his studio surrounded by a clutter of sheet music. Before thinking, she reached down hoping to at least clean up this mess she made, and she saw an unfinished piece that looked as if Puck was currently working on due to the eraser marks and crossed out lyrics. It was titled "Begin Again" and Quinn only needed to read the first line to know it was about her.

"Do you still believe we can begin again?"

Tears were coming steadily, until she heard the creak of the door behind her. She turned around praying Puck actually gave her another chance, but instead was met with the huge hazel eyes of her son.

"Noah..." Quinn said, hoping he hadn't heard what just went on in the room less than two minutes before. But with a sniffle from him, she knew he had.

"Is it true? Puck's my... He's my... dad? You knew..." was all Noah could muster.

Quinn was defeated, she closed her eyes and nodded silently, praying that this wouldn't change anything. But as soon as she opened her eyes again, Noah was gone.

"Noah? Noah!" she yelled frantically after him, running out of the studio, taking the paper she had in her hand with her. As soon as she entered the parking lot, she looked left and right, and up and down, and anywhere and everywhere, yelling his name, hoping he would come back to her, that she wouldn't lose another person she loved. But it was too late, he was gone.

After about ten minutes of hiding in the back alley-way of the studio. Noah finally decided he should head home. He hated his mom for lying to him and keeping secrets, but he couldn't let her think he ran away. He knew she loved him too much. And although he didn't really understand why his mom did the things she did, he wanted to understand. Coming back to the front of the studio, Noah scanned the parking lot hoping to find his mother. But he didn't and that's what he gets for running away. As soon as he was about to head into the nearest store to use their phone, he saw a 1969 Ford Mustang. Noah was a fan of cars, especially antiques, and has been ever since he started collecting Hot Wheels at the age of three. So being the curious guy he was, he went up to the car just to admire it. It was black as night with matching black interior, leather seats included, and a stick-shift gear. He had only read about them, never seen one up close. Right as he was about to slide his hand over the hood, he heard a voice.

"Hey, little man," Puck said, as he threw down a cigarette and stomped it out. As much as Puck hated smoking, he picked up the habit from playing small gigs at bars over the past years. He wanted to quit, tried to even, but he could never win. And he just needed to let out some smoke after what just happened. "What're ya doin' at my car?"

Noah looked back over his shoulder at the older man, "Your car?"

"Yep, she's been with me for the past two years. Nice, am I right?" Puck answered.

Noah realized that Puck didn't know that he was standing outside of the door when he rushed out of the room after the fight. He didn't know he knew.

"Take a seat in it... Go on..." Puck ushered and Noah couldn't say no. And as Noah got in the driver's side, he felt so powerful sitting behind the wheel even if the car was off and he couldn't drive. Noah rolled down the window after Puck gestured something he couldn't understand.

"Where's your mom?" Puck asked leaning in the window.

"Oh, she left." Noah stated.

"Left? What do you mean 'left'?"

"Well, ok, maybe she didn't 'leave', but I might've ran away..." Noah rushed out.

"Ran away?! You can't do that, kid! I'm serious! It dangerous out here with guys like me and stuff." Puck lost his mind.

"What do you mean 'guys like you and stuff'?" Noah asked.

"All I'm saying is that there are bad things out here in the real world. I've been there, done that, and I don't want you to go through the same things I did. Trust me, little man, it's not a picnic." Puck shrugged, trying to sound as casual as he could but with added concern.

"Puck..."

"Promise me you won't run away again, no matter what reason..." Puck demanded banging his hands on the roof of the car.

"Puck..."

"Just promise me..." he breathed out.

"Puck, I know!" Noah blurted. He released his hands from the steering wheel when he realized what he just said. Noah closed his eyes and continued, "I know you're my dad."