A/N: I am no closer to owning Glee than I was yesterday. I do however own this story, of which I am quite proud and sad to say goodbye to. But we come to an end, so soften the blow for me please by leaving me all your lovely reviews - they truly make writing for you a pleasure. And with that I leave you just this, a simple end to a simple tale, enjoy:

She sat down on the empty wooden hardback chair leaning against the back wall of the room. Puck lifted himself onto the vanity surface where many before had sat to do their make up or fix their hair before a show. The mirrors behind him were adorned with light bulbs, currently switched off, but Puck imagined that hundreds of girls had flicked them on and sat staring at themselves in the mirrors, pretending they were stars and these were their own light filled dressing rooms.

Hell, he was positive Berry had just been doing that before they'd let her out. He glanced at Quinn, who was sat, her elbows resting on her knees, her chin resting in her hands, staring at the floor.

"What happened to you?" He asked eventually. "You used to be this beautiful, confident, intelligent woman. And now, it just seems like you lost it all. I think it was somewhere between Sam and Finn, you lost it. You lost what made you special. I mean, you're still gorgeous, but then how can you trust my word on it…" He trailed off, laughing half-heartedly to himself.

"What do you mean?" Quinn murmured, not taking her eyes off the floor.

"I mean, that before you were independent and sexy and strong, and then you became so focused on being on top again and being Prom Queen and being Mr and Mrs McKinley High, that you stopped being this girl-"

"No." Quinn interrupted him, looking up and catching his eye, "What did you mean about 'trusting your word'?"

"Oh." Puck paused and swallowed. "I mean," He sighed deeply. "I mean that I've always thought you were beautiful Quinn, you know that, and I love you. You asked me when Beth was born if I did, and I told you I did. I loved you when we made her, I loved you when you gave birth to her, and I love you now. I never stopped. And I know it's bad to be in love with your best friend's girl, but I just couldn't help myself."

He smiled at her, almost shamefully before looking away. He snorted slightly saying, "And then you acted like nothing had happened. Like we hadn't just had a goddamn baby together."

"I just wanted to be-" Quinn whispered, her voice catching,

"Normal again. I know. But to me you were never abnormal. You were always perfect, especially with our little girl inside you."

"Puck." Quinn smiled up at him, hesitantly.

"You need to let go of these broken feelings with Finn. They were never real, and you know that, they were always laced with falseness. You and I both know he belongs with Rachel. And you, you belong with me." He eyed her determinedly.

She stood up and moved across to him, stepping in between his legs and taking his face in her hands. She ran a hand through his Mohawk and placed one hand on each side of his face. She closed her eyes, sighed deeply, and kissed him. He responded enthusiastically, wrapping one arm around her waist and drawing her closer to him, running the other hand over her short bob. They broke apart and touched their foreheads to each other.

Quinn bit her lip and whispered, "Those plans for Nationals in my notebook were stupid weren't they?"

Puck laughed and said teasingly, "My personal favourite was cutting a hole in Rachel's dress – really cutthroat stuff there Quinn." He sighed and looked at her again. "Besides, I implemented my plans for Nationals, and they were much better."

"What plans?" asked Quinn, leaning back in his arms.

"Getting you back." He said simply, "And Finn back with his girl. Speaking of, they're probably finishing up their duet right about now. I should probably go check on that plan. He wrote an awesome song for them."

"They really deserve each other don't they?" said Quinn as Puck slid off the surface and took her dainty hand in his.

"Yes, they do." He said firmly, exiting the tiny room. "But you and I? We're on a whole other level. Come on. Let's go win Nationals."

[FIN]