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Quinn pulled her car into the drive, stepping out and pushing her sunglasses up. She had looked him up in the phone book and found Puckerman Constructions just off the highway. She looked around for a moment, trying to figure out which sweaty worker was the sweaty worker she wanted.

"Excuse me," she called sweetly to a man passing by. He looked her up and down, dropping the wood in his hand and making his way over.

"Now what can I do for you little lady?," he grinned.

"Hi, I was wondering if you could tell me where I could find Pu-Noah Puckerman please?" He pointed behind her towards a white and brown trailer, than nodded his head and went back to work. She began walking towards the building, tiptoeing around pipes and tools that lay scattered along the ground. She made her way up the stairs and knocked lightly on the door.

"Its open.," she heard him call gruffly. She took a deep breathe in, anxious as to what would happen next. She turned the knob lightly and pushed the door in, feeling cool air rush against her face. She stepped in and turned to see Puck, clad in his usual plaid, and talking away on the phone. He looked surprised to see her, quickly saying goodbye to the person on the other end and hanging it up.

"Quinn, what are you doing here?," he asked getting up. She hadn't really rehearsed anything on the way over, hoping she would find the words to say when the time came.

"Look, I know you don't owe me anything. I know that I don't even deserve the time of day from you, but I need you to listen to me.," she said, her voice shaking, "Just five minutes and I wont ever darken your doorway again." He crossed his arms and leaned against his desk, nodding his head and finally making eye contact.

"Fair enough.," he said lowly. She walked closer to him, leaving a few feet apart, and began her speech.

"What I did to you, to everyone, it was selfish.," she began, "I thought that running from my problems would make them go away, but all it did was bring me more." Puck remained expressionless but still attentive.

"I was wrong, completely and totally, and I never considered how you felt for a moment. You changed who you were for me and gave up your whole life to make mine easier, and I don't think I ever thanked you. I was self-centered and immature, and I know the mistakes I made can never be mended. I don't have the words or answers that you deserve, but for all the pain I caused you and everything I drug you through, I am sincerely sorry." Puck remained quiet, staring at his feet. She wanted him to at least say something, anything at this point, to let her know he had heard her. She waited a moment longer than turned to leave. Just as she grabbed the handle she heard him speak up.

"I get it ya know." Quinn turned to face him, slightly confused as to what he meant.

"I get why you left, why you stayed in San Francisco.," he mumbled. Quinn stood awkwardly by the door, not sure if she should respond or not.

"It doesn't make it ok-"

"It sure doesn't.," he interrupted, making his way to the front of his desk and sitting on the edge, "but I understand." Quinn walked back over towards him, resting beside him on the desk.

"At first I didn't know why you left, ya know? I knew things had gotten shitty but they could get better right?" Quinn nodded avoiding his eyes, "I mean I never expected giving her up to be easy for us, but I didn't think it'd be that hard either." She felt guilt wash over her at the mention of their baby.

The aftermath of their adoption had left Quinn broken and Puck lost. They had argued the morning she was born, Puck fighting Quinn on keeping her and Quinn trying to reason with him about their futures. Things had gotten worse when the nurse brought her in, letting Puck and Quinn each have one last moment with her. Quinn couldn't hold her, knowing that the minute the little girl laid in her arms she would never let her leave them. Puck however had jumped at the chance, cradling the small seven pound, seven ounce infant in his huge arms. Quinn had never seen him smile like he did while holding her, breaking her heart into one more piece. He had been the one who had named her as well, Quinn trying to avoid any attachment to the baby.

Ava Marie Puckerman was put into the system at exactly 11:42 AM. Quinn remembered it clearly, seeing as she had to write the time as she signed her away. Her hand had been trembling and tears had smeared the ink on the page, making it barely legible. Puck didn't even sign his name, simply drawing a line through the space. A social worker then came and pulled Ava out of Puck's hands, putting her in a basinet and taking her forever away from Quinn and Puck.

Neither of them knew how to handle the loss of their daughter, Quinn shutting down to everyone and Puck turning to alcohol. They both were detached from one another, only hanging on to the other because no one else had understood. After Puck got into an accident that almost took him and Finn out, he decided to get it together for his self and Quinn. He had proposed to her at the beginning of senior year, promising her that he would be the man she needed, and that together they would pull through everything. He had been so determined to fix them that he didn't realize the problems Quinn had on her own.

She heard him speak again and pulled herself out of her past and back to the present.

"I thought that maybe if I showed you how much I cared that you'd finally see I was serious.," he said sighing, "So I decided I would convince you to come home and I drove there."

"Wait, what?!," Quinn almost shouted, "You-you came to California?"

"Yeah," Puck nodded while chuckling, "kinda crazy I know." Quinn was stunned, having never dreamt that Puck would go to such lengths.

"It took Rachel a few hours of serious Google stalking, but she finally figured out what theatre he'd be performing at.," Puck continued, obviously uncomfortable at the mention of the man who had stolen Quinn away.

"So I got there, and I searched the crowds to finally find you, front and center of the stage. The lights go off and the curtains open and you lit up brighter than the stage.," he said, now letting a small smile creep across his lips, "I mean you had stars in your eyes, completely hypnotized by everything." Quinn could've kicked herself, wishing she hadn't of been so naïve and ignorant.

"And after that I knew.," he shrugged, "There was no way I could convince you to come back here, not when you were living the life you were meant for out there." Quinn shook her head, wanting to object but he stopped her.

"I was never mad at you for following your heart Quinn, I was just angry you had to break mine to do it."

A tear fell down her cheek at the thought of him letting her go. He leaned over and slid his hand across her cheek, wiping the tear away. At the touch of his skin against hers Quinn instantly felt something, like electricity pulsing through her. She knew this was no time to think about that, but she couldn't shake the flutter in her stomach and the pounding in her chest. She moved closer to him, her lips only inches away from his. He pressed his forehead against hers, the space between them filling quickly. Just as Quinn decided to make her move a knock on the door echoed throughout the trailer, causing the two to jump back.

"Puck, it's Maggie," Quinn heard a young voice call, "I need to get the-"

"Yeah, yeah, hold on.," he shouted, making his way to the door. He opened it up to reveal a beautiful brunette. She was a few inches taller than Quinn, tanner and slimmer, wearing a tight pair of jeans and white tank top. Quinn guessed she was no older than eighteen, and she became increasingly jealous as she walked in.

"Sorry to interrupt," she cooed, "but I need the-"

"Yeah, it's in the back of my truck," he said handing her the keys, "thanks again." She gave a small wave then turned and left, leaving Quinn and Puck in awkward silence.

"She's pretty.," Quinn finally said.

"Meh, she's kind of annoying.," he said shrugging.

"That's not very nice to say about your girlfriend.," Quinn giggled.

"Wha-, no no, we're not dating!," he insisted, flashing her a disgusted face, "She's like fifteen and way too loud." Quinn laughed, the mood now a little lighter.

"Well I should really let you get back to work.," she said softly, "I guess I'll see you around." Puck made his way to her and pulled her in for a hug. She went to leave but stopped once more.

"Hey Puck.," she called.

"Yeah?"

"Did you ever uh, did you ever hear if she had been adopted?" Quinn hadn't meant to press her luck, but curiosity had been eating away at her. She knew Puck had secretly kept in touch with child services, always checking once a week to see how and where she was.

"Uh, yeah," he murmured, "she was adopted a few years ago or something." Quinn forced a smile, knowing that she was safe and being taken care of.

"Good, that's great." She waved and finally left, heading back to her car. She was about to get into her car when she heard someone grunting and cursing. She looked to see the brunette from before struggling in Puck's truck. Quinn wanted to laugh at the sight of her wiggling and moving about, but she decided to be nice and offer her assistance.

"Do you need a hand?," she called out. The girl turned around smiling, holding in her hands a booster seat. It took Quinn a moment to process what was happening, now hearing her name being shouted from behind. She turned to see Puck running from the office, too late to stop their confrontation. Quinn just stared at him, confused as to what the hell was going on. Puck simply shook his head, catching his breath and then speaking.

"You asked me if she was adopted, you never asked me by who."