Sorry that it took a little longer than expected. I don't own glee. And I'm enjoying all the guessing for who 'A' is, so keep on guessing. So without any further ado, enjoy:

Quinn was dead. Puck didn't know what to do. Nothing made sense, Quinn was dead, freaking dead! He started to sweat. He looked around and the shower the nearest thing to them and it was the first thing he could think of. He turned it on. He put the cold water on full. He picked Quinn up and he put her under the shower. He started to slap her in the face. They were both soaking wet sooner then later. Puck was worrying, she couldn't be dead... This was Quinn. She meant to much to him for to just die our of nowhere. This was Quinn why would she try and kill herself? The thing with Beth was bad but he never thought that Quinn would go suicidle over it. But then again there she was. He put his lips to hers. He started to breathe in them, he had no clue how the hell you do this, or if you were supposed to do it if someone OD'd but he was becoming desperate. Not knowing how the hell to do mouthe to mouthe he slapped her again, and continued to put her head under the water. Quinn was still staying still though. Crap! Crap! CRAP! She wasn't moving. When all of a sudden she let out a loud gasp. She was weak, and still in Puck's arms. She looked around, still a little woozy. She squinted her eyes, not quite sure what had happened. "P-Puck?" She asked. Puck had always loved the way she talked. The way it was like a whisper but it was still loud. He didn't know how to describe it. And he'd never been so glad to hear her voice before. This was just great. He's saved someone's life.

"Yeah, Quinn it's me" He said, a little smile growing across his features. The two were breathing hard. Both out of breathe and becoming more and worried about... They didn't even know. She was really, really pale. They were both alive but it was strange. Then he realised they were both soaking wet. She didn't look so happy with him though. She almost looked angry. Puck really didn't get why. He had saved her life. But then again she did try and kill herself.

Quinn didn't know what happened. It was like she was in a dreamless sleep. And then all of a sudden someone poured a bucket of cold water of her. All she could see where shapes. She looked around and she became cold. Her stomach was rumbling and she was sure that Puck heared it and it wasn't her day for Puck to be here. God, if she'd wanted to be saved then she wouldn't of tried to kill herself. "Quinn, why the hell did you do that?" He asked suddenly sympathetic. It made Quinn get very angry with him. She slapped him and he let go of her. She had to grip the wall to stand at first but she got her land legs back after a few seconds. And she walked into her room, and Puck soon followed.

"Did I ask for you to save me? If I wanted to be saved I wouldn't have tried kill myself!" She screamed and what happened next broke her heart. Things were getting out of control all because of that 'A' bastard.

"What?" She heared and she turned and in the doorway was standing her mom. She looked absoulitly heart broken. She shook her head. "I'm calling an ambulance!" She said and she ran down the stairs. Quinn looked at Puck, tears in her eyes. She became even angrier than she thought she could ever be. She wanted to grab one of the candles and light Puck's stupid hair on fire. She couldn't stand this anymore. It was one of the reason's that Quinn had tried to kill herself. She couldn't stand looking at Puck anymore. She ran down the stairs and out into the rainy street. The ground was like a pool. It was wet and full of puddles. She became even wetter if possible. Puck followed her out and Quinn knew he wasn't getting the message. This was becoming too much. She was anorexic and now she was sucidle. Puck grabbed her by the shoulders and he spun her around. They were face to face and Quinn began throwing punches. Puck was doing his best to block them though. She stopped going for his face and he let her hit him, she didn't know why though. But every now and agan he blocked the occasional one.

"This is all your fault!" She screamed punches all around. "You did this to me!" She said a little more sad and teary but still angry "So don't you dare say a word to me! You did this to me! It's your fault!" She said and her punched became sloppy slaps to his chest. She started to just grabs him by the shirt and slap. Grab and slap him. "I didn't ask you to do this, so just stop it" She said and she broke down crying.

"Quinn why would you this to yourself! And I'm talking about the sucidle thing" He said. Quinn looked at him with Sad eyes. She knew 'A' wasn't him. It couldn't have been. He was there before she seen the guy outside the school.

"I have to be perfect! I'm always perfect! I'm perfect" She said slapping him in between statements. But she wasn't telling him that after the first time she said 'perfect' she began reasurring herself.

"Quinn it isn't about being perfect. No one's perfect." Quinn was becoming annoyed with him. He after all was the one who did this to her. He got her pregnant and that made her baby die and that made her anorexic. So he shouldn't be giving her the telling her this. If his mom and loser dad hadn't had sex that one night, then he wouldn't have been born. Even better if her mom and dad didn't get together that one night, she wouldn't have been born. That would make all this tension go away.

"You shouldn't have made me like this. You shouldn't have saved me... You should have a let me die" She said and she almost collapsed. She didn't know what to do anymore. Everything was just... She couldn't even think about it.

"Quinn, don't you get it? You're already perfect, you're already everything everyone wants you to be!" He said, with such pure emotion that Quinn second guest his intentions. But still this wasn't about everyone else. It was about her. She hadn't done all of this for everyone else.

"What about what I wanna be?" She asked with nothing but pure sadness. When she collapsed on the floor, on her knee's. And she started to cry and scream and cry more. Puck kneeled down beside her and he hugged her and she began to cry into his arms. It was pure silence for who knows, what felt like so many years. When they heared sirens. Like ambulance sirens. Quinn looked up and seen red and blue lights in the watery, blurry, distance. She looked back at Puck who was looking at her with an unreadable expression. Neither of them spoke any words but so much was said. The next thing they knew the ambulance was right beside them. Then Quinn was being sat inside it, and she was watching as the doors closed in front of her, blocking Puck from view.

Puck watched as the doors blocked his view of Quinn. He looked around and noticed that the rain stopped. He watched as the ambulance drived away and went away from sight. All the time, his eyes never left the ambulance. It was like he was in a trance, he couldn't take his eyes of it, and even if he could, he wouldn't dare do it. He closed his eyes and sighed deeply. When his pocket started to vibrate. He took his phone out of his pocket and he looked at the screen. It read: "Can you guess why Quinn tried to kill herself? 10 points - A" Who the hell was 'A'? Puck wondered what he/she had to do with Quinn. And the reason was that Quinn was depressed, right? About Beth? Or was it something else altogether? Quinn's street was still filled with people talking about what had happened with Quinn. Someone tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around and it was Kurt. "Hummel, what are you doing?" He asked.

"I live down the street. I heard something had happened with Quinn and I rushed over" He said and he looked around a few more times. "What happened to her?" He asked and Puck didn't know what to tell him, he was great friends with Quinn, and to be honest he wasn't a half bad guy. He shrugged and he said:

"Beats me"

Quinn had gone through a bit of a rough patch ever since. Surprisenly, none of the doctors had figured out that she was starving her self. But they had sent her to a clinic for people who tried to kill themselve's. It wasn't all that horrible. The ordirlies, the doctors and most of the patient's were nice. The actual building wasn't filthy but mostly the place was pretty depressing, not that that wasn't expected. It was almost lunch time and Quinn was lying in her bed. She looked around and she didn't have a clue what to do. It had been weeks since the sucidle thing. But she had died. People had figured that out. Quinn ,she did eat, every five days or so but she ended up puking it up afterwards. But that was only every few weeks. But that just made things worse. Her stomach rumbled even more remembering the taste of food. When an orderly came to the door and told her it was time for lunch. She smiled to him and she walked out into the corridor and then into the cafetaria.

Again the cafertaria wasn't horrible, but it was all of soft food. No knives or forks for obvious reasons. So it was all stuff that you could eat with your hands, and if you were good, you got to have chocolate cake on fridays! Quinn that the whoever thought that would be great for teenagers... They were freaking idiots. But Quinn wasn't paying attention to that, she was looking at the small little cakes. They were a variety of colours. And they were covered in sugar and things just looked great. Quinn licked her lips and wondered if one little cake would hurt her figure or make her fat. Her better half told her that it would, because unknown to her, that was her anorexic side, which was the delusional one. But she wanted to listen to bad half of her. But she couldn't. She was staring at the cakes for so long, when she realised that lunch time was over. She went back to her room, and she sat on her bed. She fell asleep shortly after. She woke up and it was around nine, all the lights were on in her room and written on her wall in lipstick was: "You're making this so easy for me - A"

Quinn was done playing around with this A bitch! Sooner or later she was going to find him/her and slap them around.

So please Review:) So, is anyone connecting the dots? Which are very small but still if you're like sherlock holmes you'll be able to figure out who 'A' is.

If I get a good amount of reviews I'll give you a clue.