November crept up onto the both of them faster than they had expected. Quinn welcomed the cold weather and snow almost like a kid on Christmas morning. She'd never seen snow before, and to her it just made everything a magical beautiful place. She talked Puck into taking her skating at the Rockafella Centre, and dragged him out for way too many walks in Central Park so she could just look around at it and smile. They were almost inseparable and she couldn't remember the last time she'd slept downstairs in Rachel's apartment.

There was still that little tiny part of her that was a bit insecure about everything, but overall she was ridiculously, insanely happy.

She let out a content sigh and settled her head against Puck's bare chest. It was late, and they'd just gotten home from a party one of his co-workers had, and it had felt so nice to change out of her dress and into her old gym shorts and a tank top for bed. Puck was playing with her hair absent-mindedly and she started tracing random patterns on his chest as she tangled their legs together underneath the blankets.

"Where's your head at?" Puck asked her, tucking her closer beside his body.

"Nowhere and everywhere," she responded, lifting her head and grinning at him. "Tell me a secret."

"What kind of secret?"

"I don't know. Something you've never told any of your other girlfriends."

Puck cleared his throat and gazed down at her. "So you know how I told you that it was just my mom little sister and me growing up?" Puck asked Quinn. She nodded her head and he continued on. "When I was eight and my little sister was just a baby, I came home one day from playing with my friend Sam and I went running into the living room to see my dad. I was just a kid and my dad was this total awesome badass who taught me to play guitar and he was my hero. Well I thought he was passed out on the couch so I tried to wake him up. My mom came in after about ten minutes of trying to wake him up. I didn't know I just thought he was really tired or something. Well she came in and she turned white as a ghost and sent me out of the room. He'd died of a drug overdose. I didn't know it was drugs until years later, but he was my hero and suddenly he was gone just like that. And I found him. I wrestled with that for a long time."

"Puck, that's terrible, I'm so sorry." Quinn said, leaning up to kiss him softly.

"It's okay, it was a long time ago ya know? Your turn, tell me a secret. Tell me about why you really came to New York."

Quinn tensed a bit in his arms and took a deep breath. "Two years ago Finn and I were out Christmas shopping for our mom and we ran into this guy he works with, over at the high school where he coaches. His name was Will, and he was quite a bit older than me but we hit it off. He got my number and he took me to dinner and from there we started seeing each other. I didn't know this at the time, but he was still with his wife when we first started dating. Eventually he left her and moved in with me and things were great. And then I started talking about kids and getting married and he made it very clear that neither would ever be happening, so I accepted that because I loved him and I figured I could be okay with just the two of us."

Quinn paused to take a few more breaths before continuing on. "Well one day it turned out I was pregnant anyway. And I knew he'd be upset about it but I thought that he'd eventually come around. I mean he already had kids with his first wife what's one more right? So he came home that night and I told him and he preceded to freak out. All I remember him saying is that he'd already been through sleepless nights and endless diaper changes and if he'd wanted that he'd still be with his wife. And then he went out the door and left. He came back the next day and got his stuff and left. He just walked out on me and our unborn child. He went back to his wife. I accepted that, I'm an independent woman, and I make enough money to support a child. A child that would have been loved and adored so much. So I got okay with the whole being a single parent thing and I started to get really excited. Then two weeks later, on the morning of my first doctor's appointment, I woke up to find myself in a pool of blood. I miscarried and that...well it broke my heart. I wanted that baby, I've wanted a family for so long and even if it's father didn't want it, I did. And to lose it like that just turned my entire world upside down and I honestly haven't been the same since."

"Oh Quinn-"

"It had been a year when I first turned up in New York. A year to the day since I lost it. Finn was starting to get worried about me so he suggested a change of scenery. And it worked. I think being here, with you, has made me realise that it wasn't meant to be and its time for me to let it go and be happy again."

She stopped and wiped the few tears that had fallen since she started telling the story. Puck was the first person that she'd told it to outside of her family, and even then she avoided the topic when she could. But she could just tell with Puck that it was different. She felt safe.

"You know that I'd never do that to you right?"

Quinn looked up at him and smiled. "I know," she whispered leaning up to kiss him.

-x-

The next morning they were still tangled together and Quinn moaned when Puck shifted to climb out of bed.

"Where are you going? It's early." Quinn mumbled, her voice laced with sleep.

"I gotta go into work for a few hours babe, they're signing a band I scouted so I have to be there. But go back to bed I'll be back soon."

"Its not the same. I might as well get up too." She replied, stretching as she stood.

"I wouldn't say no to saving water and showering together," Puck grinned, pulling her flush against him.

Quinn raised an eyebrow at him before stepping out of his embrace and heading towards the washroom, tossing her shirt over her shoulder as she went.

She stopped and looked over her shoulder. "Are you coming or not?"

Puck laughed and walked over to her, scooping her up easily into his arms carrying her into the washroom. Quinn laughed as he set her onto the tiled bathroom floor. "I guess you are then."

-x-

An hour and a half later she was doing her hair as he rushed around his apartment trying to get ready for work.

"I'm so fucking late now," he laughed, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. "I knew we didn't have time for round two."

"You weren't complaining at the time." She grinned, leaning up to kiss him quickly. "Go to work, I'll be here when you get home. I have some editing I have to do anyway."

Puck grinned at her and bent to kiss her one more time quickly before he shuffled out into the cold November morning. She finished her morning routine and put some music on softly in the background before settling herself down on the couch with a cup of tea and the newest book she'd been working on.

The morning passed by in a quiet whirl and she was startled when she heard Puck's phone going off in the hallway. She uncurled herself from the couch to make sure he wasn't calling it from the office because he thought he'd lost it.

She was more than a little shocked to see Santana's name flashing across the screen. She backed away from the phone almost like it was cursed and sunk back down into his living room couch. She didn't understand why Santana was calling him. And there was this huge part of her that was suddenly very scared that he had still been seeing her the entire time that they'd been together. She sunk her head into her hands and it took everything in her not to burst into tears. There was another, tinier part of her that knew she was probably over-reacting, but it was so small she didn't notice it, and in that moment she felt like she's been transported back a year and she was waking up in that bed full of blood all over again.

-x-

He came home an hour later and she was still in the same position on the couch. He walked into the living room and noticed her huddled up on the couch and he immediately knelt down next to her and brushed some hair out of her face.

"Babe? Are you okay?" He asked when she got up and moved to the other side of the room, putting as much distance as she could in between them. "Quinn, what's wrong?"

She started shaking her head and pacing across the floor. She was sure she must have looked crazy and she didn't even really care. "You left your cell phone at home today."

"I know, I forgot it on the hall table in my mad-dash to make it in on time today." He had this confused look on his face and she knew she wasn't being very clear so she took another deep breath.

"Santana called you today."

Puck's face scrunched up in confusion. "Did you answer it? Did she say what she wanted."

Quinn laughs humourlessly and made her way into the hallway. "I need to go upstairs."

"Quinn!" Puck took two big steps and loosely grabbed her arms. "I don't understand what happened."

She spun around to face him. "I just don't understand why she would be calling you. Or has this been happing the entire time we've been together?"

"Has what been happing? Q, you've got to tell me what the fuck is going on here because I'm so lost right now it's fucking ridiculous."

"Don't play innocent with me. You were still fooling around with her when we met! We met because you thought that you'd be fooling around with her that night! How can you say that you'll never hurt me like he did, how can you say you want to settle down and have a family when your former fuck buddy is still calling you? I just, I need to go."

She was crying and she wiped furiously at the tears falling down her face. His grip on her loosened and she turned on her heel heading towards the door.

"Quinn!"

"Don't. I just...I need to go."

And with that she was out the door, closing it softly behind her.

-x-

She walked into Rachel's apartment and made her way into the bedroom, sinking down into the plush mattress and blankets. She wrapped a blanket around herself and just laid there as tears fell. She wasn't sure how long she laid there, repeating every awful thing that had happened since she had met Will over and over in her mind before she heard the front door open.

She thought it was Puck coming to check up on herm so she rolled over so her back was facing the door. She couldn't look at him right now, she just couldn't.

"You're an idiot." Someone told her from the doorway, and she whipped around in the bed because the feminine voice was definitely not Puck's.

She rolls her eyes when she realised its Santana. "What are you doing here?" She asked, rolling back over.

"Puck called me and told me to come over here and fix 'whatever the fuck' I did. And I'll say it again, you're an idiot."

"What are you talking about?"

"I haven't talked to Puck since the night he told me that he really liked you. And you were there. I was calling him today for business reasons, they need artists for the soundtrack for Rachel's movie and I was calling to see if there was anybody that was new and good that he knew of to get them out there. But of course the idiot forgot his phone this morning and you saw me calling instead."

Quinn turned around to face Santana again. She noticed Santana's face soften a bit before she moved to sit next to Quinn on the bed. "Listen, I don't know exactly what happened up there between you two, but if it helps, I've never seen him look at anyone the way he looks at you. And I've known Puckerman for a fucking long time and I've seen him with a tonne of women. But he looks at you like you're his world and that was just on the first night you two met. I may be a bitch, but I'm not a man-stealer, and I can promise you that I haven't touched him since like two weeks before you came to New York. So go back upstairs and talk to him. From what I've heard from Rachel this isn't worth loosing."

With that Santana rose from the bed and started to make her way back to the door. "Santana?" Quinn called out before the brunette could disappear down the all.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

-x-

He was sitting at the dining room table, staring off into space when she walkws back into Puck's apartment. She took a deep breath and shifted her weight from one foot to another before she cleared her throat to get his attention.

"I'm sorry about earlier. I just saw her name and I proceeded to freak myself out. I just… I think I was feeling a bit insecure about everything I told you last night and then Santana called and I just over-reacted."

"Quinn-"

"No, I need to finish this okay? These past three months so far have been amazing. You've been amazing. But it's my life was so non-amazing for such a long time I think I was waiting for the other shoe to drop and I never had a reason to with you. And i'm sorry."

"Quinn, I meant it last night when I said I would never hurt you like he did. He's an asshole. And yeah I can be sometimes too, but I would never do what he did to you. What he did, there's just no excuse and I don't understand how he could do it to someone as amazing as you are. You just gotta trust me okay? Yeah I used to sleep around before we started dating but I've never cheated on one of my girlfriends. That shit ain't kosher."

Quinn laughed a little bit and took a few steps towards him. "I'm so sorry." She whispered leaning her body into his.

"It's okay." He pulled her face up to meet his and it was a few minutes before they broke apart.

"We should probably talk about what's going to happen next month too." Quinn whispered after they broke apart.

Puck nodded his head, leading her over to his couch, wrapping his arms around her as they sat.

"What do you want to talk about that babe? I promise to come see you all the time."

"I know, I just, what would you say if I moved here?"

"I'd say that'd be fucking awesome, but are you sure you want that right now."

Quinn smiled and looked up at him. "I love it here, I really do. I love having actual seasons, and how this place is just always busy. But most of all I... I love you."

"Love you too." Quinn smiled and snuggled closer to his side. She knew most people would probably say they'd been moving too fast, but she'd never felt this way about anyone before, over those three months Puck had come to mean more to her than she'd ever thought possible.

After everything that had happened with Will, she swore she was done looking for someone. And she had stopped, but Puck had been right all those months ago, she'd stopped looking and he found her instead. "Do you have the classifieds from today still? I want to start looking at apartments while I'm actually still in the city."

Puck laughed softly before turning her face up to look her in the eye. "If you're going to move to the city you should just move in with me."

"What?" Quinn asked raising an eyebrow at him, although she couldn't help but notice the happy butterflies that sprung up in her stomach when he mentioned moving in.

"I'm serious. If you're going to move here you should just move in with me. You've been practically living here anyway, besides today when was the last time you were even in Rachel's apartment? I love you and I want to be with you. All the time."

Quinn smiled softly at him before she leaned up to kiss him. "Okay," she whispered against his lips.

She was finally starting to get her happy ending.