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Puck led me to his car and even opened the door for me. After I was seated, Puck walked around, got in, an drove to his place.
Puck actually only lived two blocks from my apartment. The car ride there was extremely quiet considering I was still too upset and scared to speak. When we got to his building, Puck guided me up the stairs and into his apartment. It was nice. It was a decent size considering we lived in New York. From what I could see the apartment had two bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room, and two bathrooms. What surprised me the most was how clean it was. There were only the occasional thrown around clothes but that was it.
"Welcome to my humble home," Puck smiled.
I tried to smile back but I just couldn't.
Puck carefully guided me to the couch.
As I sat down he said, "Make yourself at home I'm just going to get you some more comfortable clothes to wear."
I gave a slight nod back.
When Puck left the room I replayed the night's events in my head. That guy could have seriously abused me. How could I be so stupid? I thought I used all my tears before, but they were back and had multiplied.
By the time Puck came back I was curled up in a ball crying my eyes out. I was never this vulnerable. What the hell was I doing. I was Quinn Fabray, I didn't cry.
When Puck saw me he came rushing over. He embraced me and held me so close to him. Right now he wasn't the jerk I met at the bar, he tore those walls down.
"Quinnie, Quinn its gonna be ok, no one's going to hurt you. I'm right here," Puck tried calming me down.
Strangely, his words did help. For the next hour he held me and whispered soothing words in my ear. I sat up straight facing him.
"You ok," he gently asked.
"A little," I whispered
"Good," Puck smiled. He leaned down and kissed my forehead.
I gave a weak smile but just stared into his eyes.
"Thank you," I hugged him, "for everything."
"It's nothing Quinnie, I'm your savior remember," he winks.
There's the Puck I know and occasionally get annoyed at.
I give a small laugh, he smiles.
"So are you crashing here tonight," Puck asks.
"No I think I'm gonna head home," I yawned.
"Come on Babe stay; it's late."
"I'm not your babe."
Puck puts his hands up.
"Ok fine Quinn Fabray would you like to stay at my apartment for the night."
I was just going to answer when I noticed he said my last name. I never told it to him.
"How do you know my last name?"
