I knew ya'll would love that chapter, and thanks for all who left wonderful reviews! Just to clear up a few details, Quinn was in California for four years, which would make little Ava about five going on six. Maggie isn't their daughter, she's just a babysitter for Puck. I needed another character to move the story along, so this is why she calls him Puck. She was fiddling around in the back of his truck to get the booster sit for Ava, but everything got derailed from there. Sorry for any confusion, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy this chapter just as much!

Quinn and Puck had been sitting in his truck, neither breathing a word to the other. She had so many things to say and so many questions to ask, yet she could barely make sounds. She didn't even know where to begin, wanting to find out what the hell had happened over the past four years, knowing Puck wouldn't make this easy.

"Look," he finally said, turning to face her in his seat, "I'll answer every question you have-

"-thank you-"

"-but you have to answer mine in return." Quinn did not like the sound of this, knowing exactly where Puck would head with his questions.

"I, I don't know what you mean.," Quinn said awkwardly.

"I think you do Quinn," he said softly, "so I'm ready when you are." Quinn looked at him nervously, knowing that every wall she had built in the past four years was about to be broken down by him.

"Well, I guess first things first, when did you get her back?"

"The day after graduation.," Puck answered. Quinn was surprised, not realizing he had had their daughter for so long.

"Wow, you've had her for almost-"

"Four years, it'll be four years on the 20th."

"Why? Why'd you adopt her?," she asked cautiously.

"I guess…I guess I saw everyone running off and pursuing their dreams, why shouldn't I?," he said shrugging, "I didn't really know what my future looked like, I didn't wanna go to college or travel, so when I asked myself what I did want, I always saw her." Quinn nodded feeling a little overwhelmed.

"So how'd you do it? How'd you get her back?"

"Oh that was easy," he said smiling, "I'm pretty sure Child Services knew I would be coming back, it was only a matter of when. I kept in touch with this one lady, Sandra something, throughout high school. She wasn't really supposed to keep me updated or tell me her whereabouts, but she did and never once questioned it. We would always talk about the possibility of me getting her back for us, but that we would have to go through adoption and do it the legal way." Quinn had known about his weekly calls, but not that they were about getting their baby back, much less getting her back for them.

"So senior year, after…," his voice trailed off, obvious that he was talking about her departure, "I decided to get my shit together. I had to focus on the rest of my life, not just the now, and when I did there was always something missing. So I started filing the paperwork and going through the process, which is a pain in the ass by the way, and finally got her back." Quinn sat stunned, never having seen Puck so confident or determined about anything in his life. He had truly changed and all for the sake of his daughter.

"Puck that's, that's amazing.," Quinn said smiling, holding back the tears in here eyes, "So then…?"

"So then I raised her. Started working construction with one of Mr. Schue's friends while mom would watch her during the days, staying there with her until I could afford a place of our own. Finally after that summer I had enough for a rinky dink apartment across town. I moved us there, got her in daycare and you know, did fine."

"So that's where you live now?"

"Oh hell no," he said shaking his head, "that was temporary. We live just down the street from Finn and Rachel now, built it myself." At the mention of those two, Quinn now had another question.

"Do they know, Finn and Rachel? Do they know you have her?"

"Obviously," Puck smirked, "they helped watch her whenever mom couldn't or if I had to pull night shifts." Quinn nodded, and Puck knew how she felt.

"Quinn they didn't purposely keep this from you," he said reassuringly, "they just knew it wasn't their place, but mine." Quinn nodded, continuing on with her questions.

"Were you ever gonna tell me?," she asked, trying to hide the hurt, "I mean I know I lost my right but-"

"No, I wasn't gonna tell you.," Puck said bluntly, "You were doing what you had to to be happy and I was doing the same. You didn't want her then so why would you now?" She knew he hadn't meant to hurt her, but his words cut deep. He was justified in his reasoning, but Quinn still couldn't shake the pain she felt.

"I'm not trying to be cruel, I just-"

"You're right," she nodded, "you're right." They continued sitting there, silence taking place of their words. Quinn's mind was racing and she struggled to figure out her next move.

"Puck?"

"Yeah?"

"What's she like?"

Quinn watched as Puck's demeanor completely changed. He lit up, scrambling in his seat and pulling out his wallet. He opened it up and slid out a picture, handing it to Quinn. The tears she had been holding back now fell at the sight of her daughter.

The picture was a close up of Puck, wearing a big cheesy grin, with a small girl on his shoulders. She had long blonde locks that hung in soft curls, with Quinn's pouty lips and nose. Her eyes though were Puck's, bright green and beautiful, hiding a certain mischievousness in them. She was grinning widely, one hand holding Puck's while the other clung to a huge chocolate ice cream cone that had covered her face and hands. Quinn was laughing and crying all at the same time, never thinking that in a million years she would get to see her again.

"She's about to be six soon you know," he said grinning, "gets bigger every time I turn around." Quinn continued staring down, at a complete loss for words.

"She's smart, God she's smart, you'd be really proud of her.," he began, opening up his glove box and pulling out papers, "She's a little artist too, always drawing and coloring, and she's actually really good." He handed Quinn the papers of butterflies and hearts, her favorite being the drawing of her and Puck at their house.

"She's energetic, always getting into something or finding some new way to give me a heart attack.," he laughed, "Her latest trick is hanging onto the clothes hangers and sliding in her closet like Indiana Jones. Its hilarious, but I know I shouldn't laugh." Quinn imagined Puck chasing after a tiny little girl, running frantically around for her.

"And funny? She's a goddamn riot, so honest and innocent. I honestly don't know what I was doing with myself before her." Quinn felt guilt swell in her stomach, knowing she had missed out on so many memories and stories. She was about to ask her next question when Puck interrupted.

"Alright, my turn." Quinn felt her stomach flip, not ready to reveal her secret to Puck.

"Just one question Quinn, why are you back?" Quinn played the scenario out in her head of telling the truth, wondering just how Puck would react. Would he be upset that she had suffered so long and open back up? Or would he just say "Told you so," and move on?

"I told you earlier," she said confidently, "I needed to come-"

"Bullshit.," Puck said flatly, "Sell that crap somewhere else, ain't buying it." Quinn was a little offended at how quick he was to dismiss her, but he knew her too well to believe her.

"I…it wasn't working in California, ok?," she said quickly, "You were right, Rachel and Finn were right, you were all right. Is that what you wanna hear?" She hadn't meant to sound agitated, but she was ready to stop dwelling on the subject.

"No Quinn that's not what I wanna hear.," Puck said angrily, "I don't enjoy you being hurt, I'm not twisted like that. I wanted to hear that you're leaving everything behind was actually worth something and that you were happy out there. That all the shit we went through was worth it." He turned away from her and stared at the window.

"It was for me anyways.," he murmured, "So what? You and Jesse split up or something?" At the mention of his name Quinn felt nauseous.

"Yes, we're separated.," she said firmly, wanting him to take her seriously, "No, its not a finalized divorce, but it's a process I'm working on."

"Why? Why'd you leave him?," Puck prodded. Quinn felt her stomach do another flip, wondering how she would answer without having to divulge everything.

"Because he's not the guy I thought he was," she replied, "He changed, and what he became was impossible." Puck looked her dead in the eyes, as if he somehow knew the truth, making her feel uncomfortable. He opened his mouth to speak again but stopped.

Quinn sighed in relief, looking back down at the picture in her hand and tracing her finger over the small girl in the photo.

"I wanna see her.," she whispered changing the subject. Puck turned back to her, an expression on his face that Quinn couldn't read.

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"What? What are you talking about?," Quinn said growing frustrated, "She's my-"

"She's my daughter.," he snapped, "And I wont have you waltzing in her life now, only to leave her later. I wont let you hurt her like that." Quinn had a hard time swallowing his last words, feeling as if she had the wind knocked out of her.

"How could you ever think-"

"Your track record doesn't really help you.," he muttered. Quinn sat silent, not thrilled with his attitude. While she understood, she still felt like she had the right to meet her child.

"Look, there's nothing I want more than for that little girl to have her mom.," Puck said calmly, "Every year on Mother's Day I have to find a new way of explaining why all the other kids have mommies and she doesn't. It sucks and its not fair to her. So if you mean it, if you really want to be a part of her life, you're gonna do this on my terms and when I say, got it?" Quinn nodded, not really expecting him to even consider her meeting Ava. He nodded, turning to start the truck.

"Where are we going?," she asked confused. Puck sighed, pushing the gear into reverse and hitting the gas.

"To pick up my-our daughter from school."