Chapter 21

I loved you and yet you let me go

It began innocently enough. At first it was just extra movie tickets popping out of nowhere. She had assumed that they were those he accumulated over time; tickets that he got from bringing her on movie dates and maybe occasionally outings with Mike or Artie. But then things got more curious. She was beginning to find lipstick marks on his clothing, the red ever so offensive. And then there were gifts, boxers she didn't buy.

And then one day she found it.

It was a bra, in Puck's truck. It was there even though she tried to convince herself that it wasn't. And then there were phone calls, 'sexy' text messages from women she hadn't even met or heard of. She did her research and found them on Facebook. They were working women. And when she thought about it, she realised that her husband and her had suddenly stopped having cash flow problems.

Puck had written off her curious questions, saying that he had extra tips cleaning pools for 'good Christian families' or that he had taken a second job. Quinn thought about this for a moment. The man wasn't lying. She believed he had taken a second job. As what was what she was concerned about.

She thought about her marriage for a moment. It was a great marriage, he was a good husband, never hit her, never hurt her. And what was even better was that he was an even better father. He was so good with Beth there were times that the two were so close she felt she should look away. There were times she even felt jealous at the fact that their little girl seemed to love her father more.

Two years is the amount of time that has elapsed since she and Noah got married and everything was going on smoothly. But then there were the extra tickets, the lipstick marks, the extra money… so many things pointed to the same thing; he was a gigolo, or at least that was what she thought he was.

She closes her eyes at the thought. This is more painful that she thought it would be.

"Puck, we need to talk." She says one night when they are laying on their bed, his arm around her waist his lips pressed against her neck.

"About what?"

"Us," she says and untangles herself from his embrace. "Are you a gigolo?" she asks directly and he winces at her question. No he wasn't a gigolo. He was a social escort.

"They call us social escorts." He tells and she visibly breathes a sigh of relief. So he wasn't having sex for money but then what were those sexy messages doing on his phone and why was he getting extra movie tickets?

"Then why do you have these?" she asks as she pulls his phone from the night stand and scrolls to said messages. "Who are they from?" she questions her tone hurt.

"I…" figuring out that there is nothing more he can do about this he decides to come clean. "They're from Santana and some of my clients," he admits.

Quinn nods at him and sighs softly. Turning on her side and drifting off to sleep.

There was nothing much on TV that day, Puck realises as he flips through the channels of the television. He hates Sundays, they were annoying, and there was never anything nice to watch. So he settles for some old ass Simpsons episodes. He sighs softly and looks out of the window. It's raining, it is raining damn it and he hates it.

And then there she is, in all her glory. He is stunned for a moment but then she approaches him and passes him the letter.

'Puckerman vs Puckerman,' he reads and looks up at his wife.

"You're leaving me?" He questions and she nods, why is she doing this? Why does she want to leave him? He ponders this for a moment and remembers the nights he spent with Santana, how great it felt to be in the arms of his former girlfriend. He thought about Rachel and how she was in his bed once upon a time. And guilt fills his being. "Quinn, please, I can explain," he tries but she turns away from him. She doens't want to hear any of his excuses. All she wants is to be left alone.

And so with a quick step and a heart of stone she lifts her daughter from her cot and heads for the door. He is up immediately and refusing to let her through. She is persistent and tries to push pass him.

"Puck, you were asking for this, you are the one who cheated." She says in a broken voice and he closes his eyes. He doesn't want this to happened, he wants everything to be okay and yet it isn't.

"Please, I can explain," he says quietly even though he can't.

And then he thought about their baby. Beth was in the middle of this all.

"What about Beth?"

"I will take custody of her," Quinn explains and Puck shakes his head. He won't let her.

"You can't! She's mine too!" he exclaimes but she doesn't listen, instead she pushed pass him and out of the motel room, crushing his dreams in the process.

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