Quinn's plane landed and she was quick to get off of it. She hated flying or really travelling of any kind. It made her nervous. Her fear of heights didn't really help at all. The blonde didn't expect to see her husband waiting for her at the Gate. She hadn't given him any details of her flight.
"Quinn!" he hugged the woman tight, going in for a kiss that was rejected.
"Hey, I didn't know you were picking me up?" she smiled softly at him as she moved out of his arms to collect her bag.
"I thought I would surprise you, are you surprised?" Puck asked, beaming as if he were proud.
"I am very surprised. Lets go home." She kissed him softly, joining their hands and leading them out of the airport.
When they were home, Quinn couldn't help but pace. For the most part, Puck was the perfect husband. There really was no reason Quinn could find to fall back on to divorce him. She would just have to tell the truth but he would be the first person, other than Rachel, that she told of her sexual orientation. It scared her.
"What's with the look?" the tall, well built man asked, frowning.
"We need to talk." The doctor stated grimly. "You might want to sit down." She watched as he took a seat on their bed, silent and pale. "I love you Puck, I really do. For the last few years you have been amazing and understanding and I really hope that you can be understanding now, it's just that love isn't enough anymore. I am not happy because I have come to terms with something that I have been fighting for more than ten years and it scares me but I know it isn't fair to drag you along, letting you think that everything is okay. Puck, I like women. No, I love women. I'm gay." Quinn stopped, waiting for the man to make some kind of comment.
"Did you ever cheat on me?" he asked, any kind of playfulness lost from his eyes and posture.
"Not physically, but emotionally my heart has always belonged to someone else I guess." She tried not to smile at the thought of Rachel.
The almost bald man stood up, moving closer to Quinn and taking her hands in his own. "I just want you to be happy Q. It hurts that I can't make you happy but whatever. If I am truly not what you want then I will leave and sign the divorce papers without a fight." He dropped her hands before moving out of the room.
All night, Quinn heard the sounds of a broken man crying, and in the morning he was gone. There wasn't a single item of his left in the flat that the couple had owned, except a note.
Quinn,
I wish things could have worked out but I know that I cannot make you happy. I wish you could have told me how you felt about women before, like when we were best friends.
I guess in my heart I will always love you. I have done since I first laid eyes on you in the hospital that day in the locker room.
But thank you for the experience of being loved and knowing what that feels like. Thank you for letting me know what loving someone felt like.
Keep the apartment. Keep everything. I will sign the papers without a fight. I just want you to be happy.
I love you, Puck.
The blonde couldn't help but cry. She fell to the floor in her kitchen and cried. She did love the man and she did wish that things were different, however. She couldn't help but feel the way she did about the certain brown haired Broadway diva.
Soon, she picked herself up off of the floor and got dressed for work. Her day went by slowly. She didn't expect anything overly exciting to happen. The blonde was glad that it was Puck's day off because she couldn't bear to see the hurt in his eyes.
-o-
Rachel scratched her head as she ran over things. Tonight was the night she was going to tell her husband that for no good reason, she was ending their marriage and running away to LA to be with her long lost lover. It all seemed so farfetched but at the same time she was excited. She wanted it more than anything. She wanted Quinn and nothing was going to stand in her way.
"Baby? You home?"
"Rick? You weren't supposed to be home for hours." Rachel stayed sat in her seat, waiting for the man to join her in the living room.
"I came home early. I wanted to see-,"
"Stop," the brunette interrupted him. "We need to talk."
The smile dropped from the man's face. He took a seat on the coffee table in front of the woman. "What is it?" His eyes were full of concern, his hands resting on Rachel's knees.
"I, I want," she stuttered, pausing to compose herself as she felt tears fill her eyes. "I want a divorce." She finally sobbed out, allowing the tears to fall.
"What? Why?" Rick stood up, moving to the other side of the room.
"I'm gay." She cried harder. "I'm so sorry."
"Do you know the amount of actors who are gay and just don't say anything? They stay married and everything for the sake of their image and their careers." He spat, charging across the room to Rachel. He grabbed onto her arms and hoisted her up, their faces inches apart.
"You're hurting me Rick, let go." She tried to struggle against him but there was no point. The man was bigger and stronger than the tiny brunette was.
"And you aren't hurting me? You are going to divorce me just because you have decided to be gay. No, I'm not going to let you." The man shouted, placing a firm smack across the tiny girl's cheek and knocking her across the floor.
"I can't help it. I'm in love with someone else." She clutched at her cheek, tears falling freely.
"Really? So you're some stupid gay slut now?" Rick hit the brunette again causing her to cry out.
"Please stop Rick." Rachel tired moving further away from the enraged man, only to be dragged back. He pinned the brunette on the floor beneath him to stop her getting away.
"Who is she?" he shouted in her face. Rachel could do nothing but whimper in response. She was scared. She hadn't ever seen her husband act like this. He had always been so kind and caring. "Who the fuck is she?" the man shouted again, this time punching her. The diva heard a crack and soon her eyes were watering. The brunette assumed that the man had just broken her nose.
"Quinn!" she called, earning herself another blow.
"Get out of my house. Pack a suitcase and get out. I don't want to see you again. You have twenty minutes." He mumbled, slamming the door behind him as he left.
-o-
Quinn got settled into her armchair for the evening, her text book on the arm so that she could study and a mug of hot chocolate in her hand. She had a major operation that she was assisting on the next day.
The next thing she knew, there was banging on her door. She took a second to come around from her sleep, picking her empty mug off of the floor before turning her attention to the door,
"Hold your horses, I'm coming." She grumbled, yanking the door open. What the blonde saw in front of her broke her heart completely.
Her hair was a mess. Her clothes had blood stains on them. Her face was so swollen that one of her eyes was almost closed. Her nose was crooked, bruised and looked like it had just stopped bleeding.
"Rach." Quinn breathed, afraid that if she spoke louder the girl would fall over. "What happened?" The fragile woman crumbled. She started crying, falling into Quinn's arms. The doctor didn't push; she just let the broken person cry.
The brunette cried for a while. It felt like hours and the only reason that she stopped was because her head hurt and her throat hurt from it all. Quinn only left the woman for a second to get her some water before taking Rachel carefully back in her arms.
"Let me take a look at your face." The doctor said softly. She too a few moments to inspect her girls injuries. "You have a broken nose and I think you might have a broken cheekbone."
"I told him I wanted a divorce. He got so angry. He, I've never seen that side of him before." She breathed.
"I am so, so sorry Rachel." Quinn's heart sunk to her feet. This was her fault. If she hadn't shown up, the brunette wouldn't be in this condition at the moment. Rachel wouldn't be sat in front of her, having just left her husband. She would still be living that life without a worry or a doubt.
"I'm not. He hurt me. But this," she gestured to her face, "will all heal."
They sat in silence for a short while. Neither knew what to say. The blonde was too ridden with guilt to take her eyes away from the singers face. Rachel however was too in awe to say anything.
"I need to get you to the hospital, get your cheek and nose sorted out." Quinn said softly, running her fingers through the silky brown hair that cascaded over Rachel's shoulders. "Why didn't you go to the hospital before you got on s plane?" she mused, helping the girl up.
"I just wanted to be with you." Rachel answered with a shrug, allowing herself to be led out of the apartment.
I know it's been a few days since I last updated, so here is another shortish chapter, sorry. I will try to get some longer updates done but I'm not promising. Review and enjoy.
