she's never had anyone hate her so much and love her at the same time. he's never had someone who could both quiet and enrage his soul. sometimes it's like they were made for each other, put on this earth to both save and endanger each other. but they know better. a kyder collection.

he watched her, she who he'd never even kissed at all, reality or fantasy. she who had only let her hand be squeezed in his, fingers cool against his sweaty palms. and he couldn't figure out for the life of him why. one-shot.

quinn and puck were everything to each other, until they weren't anymore. quinn's moved on. happily, even. a famous fashion designer in new york city dating the mayor's son. puck hasn't. so when quinn comes home to bury her past once and for all, puck intends to remind her where she came from, and why they fell in love in the first place. based on sweet home alabama.

quinn can't seem to get the song out of her head. she can't seem to stop thinking about how sad and withdrawn he seemed when he said 'i know you're giving her up'. she wants him to understand that she's not as selfish as everyone seems to think she is, but she isn't so sure he ever will. oneshot.

she didn't know how it happened. she really didn't. she was not, was not, was not looking for a boy. she didn't even want one, not now. she wanted to die like a good little girl, never kissed, never held, never touched, never loved. she should've known by now she wasn't ever getting what she wanted. tw: cancer