Leaving her friends standing in the street to look around, she walked towards Puck and his stand.

She didn't know at this point if she wanted to yell or cry. He had cut off all communication to her. Logically, she understood. She had done the same thing to him for 6 years. But it didn't mean it hurt any less.

She wanted to know where he'd been. She wanted to know why he moved and what he was doing with his life. She was determined to get everything out in the open.

She stopped in front of the booth and waited as he talked to a customer who was buying a guitar. She listened in on the conversation they were having.

"Noah these guitars are lovely, my daughter wants another one" the man said.

"Thanks Mr. Smith" he said smiling, "Does she still wanna do lessons with me or has she been doing better on her own?"

"She still wants to do lessons. Plus I think she has a crush on you" Mr. Smith joked.

"Yea?" he asked laughing, "Well I'll help her learn some new things and I bet with all the practice I have her doing, that'll make her lose the crush quickly"

The man smiled and handed over a wad of cash, paying for the new guitar, "Yeah well its better you then some of the kids at her school" he chuckled.

"Kids'll be kids" Puck said giving the guy his change, "I'll see you in a few days" Puck said before the man walked away.

Quinn took this as her chance to talk to him. "Hey can I talk to you for a bit" she asked, nervously awaiting his answer.

Nodding, Puck took walked to the front of the tent leading Quinn out. He pulled down a drape to cover everything up.

"Aren't you afraid someone's gonna steal something?" she asked.

"Not here. No way" he stated, "Plus, they're all one of a kind, I'd be able to find it if anyone stole it.

Quinn nodded him and followed him up the block, "Where are we going?"

"My store" he said, turning the corner where Quinn could see a large corner store with a large Sweet Caroline's Guitars sign on it.

"You have a store?" she asked surprised.

"For five years now" he said, void of any emotion, as he unlocked the door and let her in. "Go to the back and walk up the stairs, I'll meet you there in a minute. I just gotta check something.

Quinn nodded and followed the directions. When she emerged from the stairs, she saw that there was a large apartment above the stairs. A huge kitchen, beautiful living room and what looked like three or four rooms down the hall. She turned as Puck came in.

"So this is where you moved" she said, trying to keep the sharp tone out of her voice.

Sitting down on a bar stool in the kitchen, Puck chuckled, "Is that where you wanna start?"

"No" she said pacing a bit before sitting down. "Why've you ignored me?"

"You're joking right?" he said looking at her but when she shrugged in response, he continued, "You were gone for 6 years. The only communication was me getting mail from your lawyer to divorce you. So forgive me for trying to finally move on from you"

Quinn was shocked, she didn't know how to respond because he was right "But selling the house! Why did you do that?"

"It was getting harder to commute. I gave you half the money, so it shouldn't matter" he retorted.

"Puck it's not about the money" she explained, "You loved that house"

"I loved you too and you're gone. So what! I like this better. I can sleep late; go to work when I want. There's tons of room for my family to fit. I'm happy here" he told her.

"Really?" she wondered, honestly wanting him to be happy.

"I love my job. I know I could be happy here in time. Build a new life for myself" he admitted

Quinn nodded letting it all sink in before opening another can of worms "Why didn't you fight for me? If you loved me so much why didn't you ever come find me?"

He wanted to be angry but he couldn't. He didn't have it in him anymore "I did"

Her eyes widened, "What?"

Nodding he continued, "About six months after you left I came up to New York. I was ready to do whatever you needed. But when I saw you, you were happy. You were smiling like I hadn't seen in a while. I realized then if you were happy then it was worth my pain of not having you. You deserved happiness. I always had hope you'd come back one day, that you'd realize you missed me, so I never signed the papers."

Quinn was shocked by his admission "You came to New York but didn't say anything to me?"

Puck nodded, "You were at a party, what was I supposed to do? Just walk in and ruin a good time. I ruined your life enough at home; I wasn't going to do it again"

"Puck you didn't ruin my life" she said honestly.

"Regardless, you were happy there. So I left" he said standing to get a water. He took a sip and then handed her a bottle.

"Next question?" he asked.

"Why did you open the store?" she asked.

"I had started making guitars when you left and when I came from New York this place was cheap and I took a chance. I knew if you were ever to come home I needed to be someone you were proud of. So it started off small and then my stuff became popular and now here I am. One of the most popular music stores around" he explained.

"Puck" she said sadly. He had done so well for himself and it made her feel like shit.

"Stop Q" he said, "I know you have a million things going on but think of this. You're getting married in a few days. Be happy. I've got my store and you get your happy ever after.

Quinn nodded still unsure of what to say "Is it weird if I ask if you're gonna be there?"

Puck laughed loudly, "That's not gonna happen. I moved out here weeks early so I didn't have to see the preparation and I definitely won't be attending. Sorry."

Quinn nodded in understanding, "I didn't even think of that. I'm practically throwing it in your face. I'm sorry"

"Stop, it's cool. I'm here now. No worries" he said. Looking at the clock above the door he stood up, "I hate to stop this but I gotta head back, I have another set to play"

Quinn stood up, "Yeah of course. I'm glad you're still playing."

He smiled at her as he led her to the front of the building, "It's always been my outlet." He locked the doors and walked back to the fair with Quinn at his side. "Good luck with everything, yeah?" he said nudging her before heading to his stand and reopening.

Quinn's friends quickly came to her sides.

"You okay?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah I'm good" she answered, not totally believing herself. "Let's go have some fun