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Chapter 10: Tears

Puck P.O.V.

Rick started it, I had to do it; I didn't tell Quinn, I just told her, 'I'll see you later babe, I have something after school with Sam.' I used Sam because he never said anything, I didn't taslk to Sam about it, but I knew that Quinn wouldn't ask him about it. I didn't count on Quinn still being there after school, though. When I pulled the rubber knife, I didn't expect Beiste to stop me. I wasn't going to hurt Rick, I just wanted to scare him a little bit. Beiste talked to me and took the rubber knife from me. I didn't protest, I cried and I ranted and I told her how I was feeling. She just listened and said that no one knew things hurt us before leaving the room and saying to stay there. She returned and I felt sorry that I did it, all I wanted to do was prove that I wasn't a Lima Loser, I mean, she was the first one who called me that; that's one of the reasons it hurt so bad, I knew that wasn't what she thought now, but, it still was hurtful when someone called me a Lima Loser.

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Quinn P.O.V.

As I exited the bathroom I spotted Coach Beiste jogging around the corner, she spotted me and ran down to me. I had stayed after school helping Brittany with math, which she dxidn't get right anyway; even after I gave her the answers. Beiste said, "Quinn! You're Puckerman's girlfriend right?"

I answered, scared, "Yeah, what's wrong? Did something happen to him?"

"You better come with me." Beiste answered, shaking her head.

We walked, more like speed-walked, to the locker room. Beiste opened the door for me to reveal Puck sitting on the bench, weeping. Tears were streaming down his face, his hands balled in fists. I sat down next to him and put my arm around his back, asking, "Puck, what's wrong? Puck, I'm here."

He didn't respond, so I took my hand and lifted his chin gently, "Puck, it's ok, I won't be mad at you."

He just stared, he wasn't crying anymore, but his face was really red and tear-streaked. I hugged him and then looked into his eyes, waiting for an answer. He hugged me again and rested his head on my shoulder before coming back up ancd looking straight at me. I waited and I didn't mind that he had gotten tears on my new, yellow sundress. He opened his mouth and said, tearfully, "I got in a fight."

"Puck-"

"With Rick, they threw me into the dumpster and I got out and opulled my West Side Story knife out, it's only rubber! Then Coach came and stopped me before I could do anything. I amd sorry, I just- he called me a Lima Loser." He looked down.

I was taken aback, I remembered when I called him that, but I mended it, telling him that he was special and romantic. He was both those things and he in no way was a Lima Loser to me! I looked at him and in said, "It's ok Puck, you didn't hurt anything," Then I turned to Beiste, "I'm going to get him cleaned up a little more if that's alright."

Beiste nodded and I took Puck's hand and led him out of the locker room. I brought him down to the girl's bathroom and took him inside. I took paper towels and placed them tenderly against his face and arms where he had bruises or cuts. He faced me then and said, "You're not mad?"

"I'm a little disappointed, to be honest, but I'm not mad at you, I can't stay mad at you, I love you way too much to stay mad at you for too long. And it didn't affect our relationship, it affected you; but we can take care of that." I told him.

He gave me the smallest bit of a smile and kissed my hand that was now enclosed in his. I stroked his mohawk and kissed his forehead softly. I then started wiping away more blood from his face and got ice to put on his sore knuckles.

We left his truck in the parking lot and I sdrove him home, not because he couldn't drive, but because I wanted him to talk to me. He didn't and I ended up asking him over to my house for dinner, he agreed and we ate together before my mom got home from a meeting of her church group thing. I drove him home and told him that tomorrow was a new day.

The next day after school, I walked past the auditorium and heard a guitar strumming and two voices singing. I peeked my head in and stood at the top watching Puck and Coach Beiste finish the last couple of notes in Mean by Taylor Swift. After the song, they were talking, I couldn't hear them, but Puck got really excited and jumped in the air, smiling. He looked up for the first time and spotted me, running as quick as he could up the many stairs of the auditorium. When he reached me, he picked me up and spun me around; when he stopped he kissed me and said, "I get to retake the Geography test!"

I smiled, "That's amazing! I'll help you study next week."

"You're the best." Was his excited reply.

I looked up at the smiling man in front of me, "You aren't a Lima Loser, Puck, I'm so sorry I called you that two years ago. Like I said before, you're not, you are special and romantic; and I love you."

As an answer, he kissed me hard and took my hand, and left the auditorium.

Okay, so, good for Puck, but drama is coming back next chapter! But it is quickly resolved, so don't worry!

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