Author's Note: I don't really have anything to say except that I'm sorry for late updates and that I thank you for reading it. It means a lot to have people read and critique/comment on something that takes time to do. Thanks again!

By the time Quinn got home from a day filled with emotions she managed to evade her parents and spend all her time in her room until dinnertime. Normally while Judy had something cooking Quinn and her dad would watch Glen Beck and he would explain to her the racy opinions and even have her come up with her own. It wasn't the ideal time she wanted to have with him discussing politics, but lately it seemed to be the only time she got to spend with him. Tonight though, she was in no mood for political discussions with her father.

She sat down on her bed feeling tired from all of the crying she had done all day. There were no tears left inside of her but still that feeling of emptiness from the blows that went through her heart today. She hated referring the emotions that people felt to their hearts when really it's your brain that tells you those sorts of things but for some reason the pain she felt was really in her chest. It was today that she understood what people meant when they said that they felt empty inside. She hated knowing that she felt all of these things but the other people involved (Finn and Puck) had probably moved onto their mistresses while Quinn sat like a lifeless body still feeling troubled with all of the day's events. She remembered the note that lay crumpled in the bottom of her duffle bag, retrieved it and sat back down on her bed to look it over again. She read it over at least 20 more times each time bringing back a small glimmer of hope that he really was sorry but had a hard time actually grasping the thought entirely. She wore herself out trying to think it through and ended up falling asleep on top of her bed.

An hour later Judy came in to wake her daughter to come down for dinner. "Quinnie." She whispered rubbing Quinn's arm lightly. She opened her eyes to see her eyebrow lifted mother's eyes looking down on her with a smile plastered on her face. She groaned at the sight of her and sat up. "Time for dinner." She said patting her shoulder before turning around and leaving the dimly lit room. She took in a deep breath expecting tonight's dinner to be one filled with incessant questions about her day at school which Quinn wished she could tell him was one of the worst days of her life, but then she'd have to explain what happened with Puck and that alone would send her parents up the wall. Just like any other day she would sit down, being as pleasant as she could describing how her day was just perfect then her parents would go on about their perfect days as well except for the occasional work conflict her dad had. She got out of her bed and got her phone out of her backpack to see if she had any messages from when she turned it off, none thankfully from neither Finn nor Puck. She stuck it in her the pocket of her sweatpants and went downstairs.

There waiting for her was perfectly placed meal with every item of food in its proper place on the table. "There's my baby." Russell grinned at her. "Tiring Cheerios practice huh?"

"Oh yeah." She smiled in return pulling out a chair to sit down.

"Quinn, perhaps you would like to say grace tonight?" her mother asked placing her napkin in her lap.

"Of course." She said forcing a smile again. The rest of the dinner was filled with the usual banter until halfway through Quinn's phone buzzed once. It was excused by her parents who continued their conversation about how firing Tommy Matthews would be a better choice for the entire company. It buzzed again, and again 30 seconds later.

"Quinn could you please put—"Judy started to say but Quinn got up with her plate from the table.

"Are you done daddy?" she asked walking over to his chair.

"Yes, thank you." He said staring at her oddly before she walked into the kitchen.

She piled the plates in the sink and pulled out her phone to see that Puck had called her twice then texted her. She rolled her eyes and considered ignoring them entirely and deleting them rather than reading them, but curiosity took over.

Puck: Hey you there?

Puck: Are you at your house?

Puck: Are you busy, I know you're not answering but please…

She slipped it back into the safety of her pocket and went back upstairs deciding to avoid her parents entirely. She sat on her bed mindlessly playing with her cat on her bed when the doorbell rang.

"Can I help you?" Mrs. Fabray asked the boy who seemed out of place in their neighborhood.

"Umm hi, I'm looking for Quinn. Is she home?" Puck asked nervously, instinctively sticking his hands in his front jean pockets.

"And may I ask who you are?" Mrs. Fabray asked dissecting him with her eyes.

He shifted uncomfortably before answering, hating the feeling of being picked apart by her. "Noah Puckerman." He said quietly, figuring it would be more formal to use his full name.

She stepped aside letting him in. "Quinn! Someone's here to see you!" she called up the stairwell, before returning to her husband in the living room.

Slowly Quinn got up from her bed to see who her guest was. She peered around the corner and started down the stairs to see Puck waiting for her at the bottom. Her body stiffened at the sight of him. "What are you doing here?" she asked not moving any closer.

"I came to see how you were. When you left school you seemed pretty upset." He mumbled avoiding eye contact with her.

"I told you, I don't want to talk to you. It's done, we're done whatever we had is over."

"Look Quinn, I know you're pissed but you at least have to let me explain myself." He said looking up at her.

"There's nothing to explain!" she snapped. She looked around the corner to see if her parents were near. She took a deep breath and led him to her front porch closing the front door behind herself. "Please Puck, just go. My parents still think I'm with Finn. They don't even know who you are, and I think it's for the best if we keep it that way."

"I know you're upset, and you have every right to be but I really…I really just want to be with you Quinn so bad."

"That's what you said before you made out with Santana." She spoke dryly into the cool night's air.

"It wasn't making out. She kissed me because she wanted to see if we were dating and apparently if I kissed her back or something it would prove that we weren't or some shit like that. If I told her no then she'd know something was up and you told me that you didn't want anyone to know yet."

"You did not kiss her because of me. Don't even begin to—"

"Well now that you put it that way, that's basically what happened."

"If that's so, then why didn't you just tell her that you didn't want to kiss her?"

"Because I always am up for it, I told you she'd know. I know it sounds really stupid and it was and I promise nothing like it will ever happen again…"

"You told me that you wouldn't EVER do something like that before I even agreed to the whole thing, how do you expect me to trust you a second time?"

"I guess you shouldn't, and it would probably be hard but if we just tell people that we're together then they'll all back off. Especially you and me." He smiled at her. "We'd be like the power couple of McKinley because I'm like the badass that'll kick whoever looks at you's ass and you're the HBIC who any girl would be afraid to come talk to me."

"What the hell is an HBIC?"

"Head bitch in charge." He smiled proudly.

She rolled her eyes in return leaning against one of the porch's beams. "I told you, I can't trust you again. That's that."

"Well I'm not…I'm not going to give up. Wanna know why? Because unlike Santana or any other dumb girl at our school I want you and only you. I want everything about you good and bad because the good evens out the bad and you're one of the first girls that I can say that I enjoy going on dates with because I'm not just doing it so someone can ride the Puckerman Express afterwards but because I just like spending time with you. There was something about you the first day I saw you at the day care with Sarah, something that made me all bashful inside even if I didn't show, and something that finally made me ask you out. The way Sarah talks about you, no other girl I've dated treats her like you do. You're an amazing girl Quinn, and any guy who ends up with you is going to be damn lucky but for now I'm going to keep trying to make sure that guy is me."

Quinn kept her eyes fixed on a single tree that stood across her yard, not having the courage to look at him, or say anything.

"Quinn?" he finally asked after a few minutes of silence.

She looked down at the guy who just said something straight out of one of those stupid romantic comedies.

"I just did something I've—"he started to protest.

"That was the…sweetest thing I have ever heard." She said quietly.

He smiled laughing to himself, feeling like a complete idiot. "I told you I'd be good at this boyfriend stuff."

"I just wish I knew if I could trust you."

"You can babe, seriously. I mean it the Santana thing was a stupid mistake I thought I was doing to do you a favor just please." He said looking up at her.

Author's Note: Going to leave you with a cliff hanger this time due to the fact that I have quite a few more fics to write tonight. So thanks for reading and please R&R and thanks again!