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The path to find Finn was a difficult one for Quinn. It was rather frustrating that he'd hidden and when people hide, they clearly do not wish to be found. It wasn't only that though. She was ashamed to show her face around him. She was afraid that he would start kicking chairs or pointing fingers at her. But that wasn't even the worst part. The worst part was that she deserved everything bad that would come to her because the crimes she'd committed were too awful to ignore.

She wanted to ignore these thoughts and stop wondering about what would happen but an empty hallway isn't exactly the biggest distraction. It took the voice of a man from her past to wake her from her ever spiralling mind.

"Hey, wait up, MILF."

Quinn stopped dead in her tracks, frozen by the sound of her voice. This wasn't a time that she particularly wanted to deal with Noah Puckerman but she was too exhausted to protest or pursue him. "What do you want, Puck?" she murmured with a spiteful tone as she finally picked up the pace of her walking again.

Noah followed after her, walking by her side like a lost puppy. "I want to talk to you about something."

"Really? Because this is kind of becoming a thing for you, isn't it? Wanting to talk to me…" she sighed tediously. His joking and boyish charm had no effect on her today.

"Well, this time it's even more important. Like, more than Super Mario Brothers or anything."

For a moment, Quinn almost smiled. She then dismissed the action since she didn't have the heart to do it. "That caught me by surprise." she reluctantly admitted, "Go on then, spit it out. I'm kind of going somewhere so this needs to be quick."

After hearing this, Puck wasted no time. With a heavy sigh, he stopped in his tracks and grasped Quinn's hand in his own, pulling her closely towards him. This lips were millimetres apart.

"Puck, what are you-"

He kissed her, right there, right then and without hesitation. Quinn flinched. To begin with, other than that flinch she made no response whatsoever - she wasn't kissing him nor was she pulling away. But eventually the reality of the situation hit her and she dragged her lips away from his. As sweet as they tasted, she didn't want to deal with this right now.

"What the hell was that?" she fumed, glaring at him and touching her lips with a terrified motion in her eyes.

Puck stayed silent for a moment, pursing his lips tightly. Then, he sighed and took a few gentle steps towards Quinn, sliding his hands into his pocket. It reminded him of the moment when he had formally asked to be at the birth or Beth. It felt like a repeat of time, minus the teenage pregnancy. "I wasn't lying when I said I wanted to be with you last year, Quinn." he admitted, "And I also wasn't lying when I said that I loved you. Why did you ignore me all summer?" he demanded.

Quinn held her breath for a moment. "I didn't ignore you, Puck. Not in so many words anyway… I needed space and time. Then, I decided it was better if we were apart."

"We had a baby, Quinn!"

"I can't live with that burden forever, Puck!" she exclaimed furiously. She could see that her words had wounded him but he needed to be brought back to reality. This was difficult for her to say because she'd thought about it many times but had never been able to phrase it just right. "Look," she sighed, taking his hand in an attempt to calm him down, "I did have your baby, Puck, that's true. But you can't use that as an excuse. Maybe a part of me will still always love you. I don't know yet. But it doesn't give us this magical super power than means we can be together. All I know is that right now I love Sam and I have to make things right with Finn."

Puck shot her a wounded glare, something he didn't do very often. She realised this wasn't like him but she couldn't let that weigh her down. He had to know how she felt. It was very rare to find Noah Puckerman vulnerable and hurt especially in the presence of another girl but here he was in an empty hallway with the girl he thought he loved. "Sam… what?" he asked incredulously, "After everything that's happened… aren't you ashamed to go back to him?"

Quinn's jaw almost dropped to the floor. "Puck!" she exclaimed angrily, "You have no right to be influencing who I do and do not date, okay?"

Puck scoffed and backed away, pulling his hand out of hers. It was nice at first but now it brought him no comfort. She just felt sorry for him. "Whatever, you know…" he spat trying to seem nonplussed, "no chick tames Puckzilla. I don't know what I was thinking." It was the same excuse he'd used everyday of his life but deep down he knew it wasn't true. What was being a badass compared to having Quinn in his arms?

"Puck!" she called one last time. He stopped but didn't turn around. "Thank you…" she said.

"For what?" he asked with an annoyed tone to his voice but really he was curious.

She cleared her throat and took a few steps towards him. "For not telling Finn about everything. I understand why you did it now… but it meant a lot. You're a good guy, Puck. You deserve more than this."

"Whatever…" Noah mumbled after a slight pause before turning his back and jogging off down the hallway. Quinn sighed once he was out of sight and ran a hand down her face. This was becoming a bigger mess than it needed to be.

When Quinn finally found Finn on the bleachers of the football field, she approached him quietly and silently whilst still making sure that he was aware of her presence. She didn't want to startle him because she was afraid that it would make him angrier than he always was.

And oh, he was angry. Furious. Livid. After everything that had happened between them two, he had hoped the past were behind them and they could move on. Now, she'd just come back around full circle and made the same mistakes last time only this time it was ongoing which made it hurt more. He was just a cover up. When would she learn that he was fragile?

"Hey…" she whispered quietly, trying to seem friendly and gentle. He scowled but didn't even look at her, keeping his mouth shut and refusing to respond. "Look," she sighed, "if you're wondering I'm not here to apologise because I know that 'sorry' means nothing to you anymore… not after everything that's happened. I mean, your girlfriends keep cheating on you and I only made it worse than it has to be…" she sat down beside him. "But I want you to know that I'm dealing with this in my own way. My mom… last week, she took me out of town for a little reintroduction to God. We went to a few Church services, I also went to confession." there was another small silence. "Do you know that she set up a counselling session for me with Ms. Pillsbury? It's not much but she thinks it'll help me with the problems I'm having with… relationships."

"Why are you telling me this?" Finn blurted out, looking her in the eye for the first time since she'd arrived. Summer was beginning to show itself and the afternoon sun beat down on them heavily. The rest of the school had gone home but Quinn knew that she would find Finn still around the building. When he was having problems, he liked to dwell on them himself instead of taking it out on his family.

"Because…" Quinn began nervously, twiddling her thumbs, "I want you to know that I'm going to fix this. I think that's the best apology I cant give you. My mom thinks I have a problem and I agree. When I feel bad about myself, I tend to stray. I run from my feelings, Finn. I'm terrified of myself."

"Is that why you cheated with Sam?" he asked quietly, not accusingly but curiously yet with a dead serious tone, "Or was it because you like the rush?"

Quinn paused for a few moments; not because she was thinking about it or couldn't decide, but because she knew that the truth would hurt him. "Neither," she finally admitted. No more lying. "I did it because I loved him. I didn't break up with you because I didn't want you to get hurt yet in doing so I only made it worse."

He shook his head. "You bet it did." he retorted with a fake chirpiness to his voice. They sat in silence for a few moments as Finn played with a football in his hands idly. "Why did you quit Glee?" he finally asked.

Quinn exhaled and watched the empty football pitch, holding her posture proudly. As awkward as she felt right then, she wouldn't let it get her down. She was Quinn Fabray - it was in her nature to be proud, no matter the circumstances. She told herself it was time for a change and she could already feel it running through her veins. "Because I need space from this world for a while…" she admitted, "and I know that the team needs you more than me."

Finn didn't question the second motive but secretly he didn't feel bad. He didn't feel like he'd forced Quinn to leave and he knew that he probably would have walked if she hadn't. He'd done it the last time, so what was to stop him from doing it again? Nationals were a big deal but so were his feelings. And after this incident he was starting to learn that he needs to take care of himself as well as the rest of the team.

Not long later, Quinn stood and slipped her tote bag over her shoulder. "Good luck in Nationals, Finn… I know you're going to be fantastic. Don't dwell on me - I'm nothing."

To begin with, Quinn had been at war with herself whether to go to this Showcase or not. Of course, she had told the New Directions she was still routing for them but she didn't want to face the guys. She didn't want to see the disappointed faces of her friends, nor did she want to see the vacant glances of Puck and Finn.

Finally though, she remembered that it had been Sam who had asked her to come and she wanted to please him. If she didn't feel ready to be with him right now she at least owed it to him to fill this request. She knew that she couldn't make him happy in so many ways. This was one of those few exceptions.

So, she arrived slightly late. Nothing had begun yet but the auditorium had been filled with people flipping through the programme she was given on the door. She did this purposely though so that she could slip into the back of the room without people seeing her. A lot of people somehow already knew of her departure from the Glee club. She didn't want to take the limelight off the New Directions.

Sighing after finding a seat on the second to back row, she dropped her bag to her feet and began flicking through the programme. There was half a page dedicated to each member of the club with a short description of them and why they'd chosen to join the club. A tight knot twisted in her stomach when she realised that she'd left so untimely that Mr. Schue hadn't been able to get her description or picture edited out.

She found herself listed underneath Sam, which she grimaced at. Damn alphabetical order, she thought to herself. Her name was written in bold, then it showed the date she'd joined New Directions and why she'd chosen. She remembered saying to Mr Schue when he'd asked her: "I perform with New Directions because its an escape. Not only to I feel accepted here, but I feel safe because I know I have friends who are waiting to save me when I fall." and there it was, written beneath her picture in a curly font.

The lights dimmed and she hastily closed her programme and focused her attention on the stage. People began to cheer as the members approached and broke into a cover of a song that Quinn couldn't remember. She was just watching to see everybody's faces, wondering what they would think if they new she was here. She'd only left that day but she still missed them. She missed knowing that her favourite part of the day was awaiting her.

Finally, after the group performance, Rachel exploded into a cover of P!nk's 'Perfect'. Of course, Mr Schue had edited out the explicit content but as much as Quinn loathed Rachel Berry, she had to admit that she did a kick-ass job of the song. Mercedes also enjoyed a solo to an R&B song as Puck strummed on his guitar, Finn bashed on the drums and Artie joined in with the rapping.

Quinn's breath hitched when she realised that Sam would be singing a solo. She should've read it in the programme but she didn't have time. She just watched him place his stool centre stage, bringing his guitar with him nervously. Before her began, she couldn't help but pick up on his beauty - the way the stage lights reflected off of his golden blonde hair, how his deadly green eyes shone brightly and his sturdy build. Quinn felt exhausted just looking at him and imagining the amount of times they'd slept together, but in a positive way. He was flawless to her no matter how many times she tried to deny it.

Softly, he began to strum the chords to his song. There was some background music which later joined in with his song from the band, but Quinn didn't acknowledge that. She just waited for his voice and admired the way he plucked each string with care, his face full of pure emotion.

When Quinn realised the song, she whispered an almost inaudibly "no" to herself. He was singing Adele's 'Make You Feel My Love' with his own twist on it.

"When the rain is blowing in your face and the whole world is on your case, I could offer you a warm embrace to make you feel my love."

She had to catch her breath at how beautiful his voice was. She'd sung with him and watched him perform several times, but this was just captivating. She could see his eyes searching for her through the crowd hopefully and she could also see how he meant every word of it. Finally, their eyes met and it was like sparks ignited in the pit of her stomach. She could see how much passion he was putting into this and her mind devoured the words carefully, making sure she captured the message behind them.

"I know you haven't made your mind up yet but I would never do you wrong. I've known it from the moment that we met, no doubt in my mind where you belong."

Her eyes were wide, her cheeks flustered. People had caught on that he was gazing at her over the microphone intently and began to look back towards Quinn but neither of them cared. All Quinn could do was think of the promise he was making by this song and all the happiness it brought her.

I would never do you wrong. That meant everything to her. Of course, she was unconsciously aware of this anyway but when she saw his lips forming the words it made it all the more special. It made her feel safer. It made her want to run into his arms and cry happy tears.

"I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue. I'd go crawling down the avenue. No, there's nothing that I wouldn't do to make you feel my love."

Quinn had came her tonight at war with herself yet still with an open mind. Now, she didn't even have to ask the question any longer. He'd already made her mind up for her.

She chose to be with Sam.

I hope you liked that idea! I came up with it a few weeks ago actually because I love Adele and I really wanted Sam to sing a song to Quinn… I just wasn't sure where I was going to fit it in, but there you have it! Thank you for reading, feedback would be awesome!