The summer after senior year is when he begins to unravel like a ball of yarn being pushed down a flight of stairs. Finally the gnawing thought of Quinn eats away at Puck's sanity until he can't take it anymore. He finally musters the courage he can to sit down at the computer and pour his soul out to her in an email. Because he's been confiding in Artie, he cc's him on it to show him what he's done. The email reads:

Hey, Quinn,

First off, I'm like trembling while I type because I'm ridiculously afraid of your reaction to this email. So yeah, you can either read the rest of this email or you can delete it. I don't care, it's your choice. Scroll down to see an idiot bare their soul to you. I'm not kidding. I really am going to say the stupidest things I may ever say below.

If you're actually scrolling down to read what I have to say...um, holy mother of god, that's awesome for me.

-I feel like this shouldn't be a secret or a surprise to you, cuz well, I like you. Like like. I've liked you since spring of 2010. That facebook like thing that says any crush that lasts more than four months is true love is a total mind-fucker cuz it always makes me think of you and how I've been hung up on you since last year. (By the way,
where the hell's the italics button? That would really help me emphasize how much I like like you)

-So now that you know that, you should also know that that is why I act the way I act around you. I'm usually mildly immature, but when I'm nervous I get insanely immature. And insane immaturity leads to me saying things that I regret more than anything.

-Basically, I revert to the exact same coping methods every guy does, which is making fun of the person I like. Which is entirely why I was so god damn awful to you last year.

-I'm killing myself over that. Not literally, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't have suicidal thoughts after the drawing. The other night my sister was talking about badass things she did when she was in school and my mom brought up the drawing and I nearly freaked out. I was so close to telling her to shut the fuck up and then running as far away as I could.

-I'm way more than sorry about that. Everyone assumed that when I was on vacation right after the drawing, I was having a good time and not caring or feeling sorry at all, but being totally honest, I was miserable. I stayed in my hotel room most of the time, writing really depressing songs about how I felt.

-Lately I've been lying to myself. Telling myself that you care about me as a friend. One of my friends says that you do, but I really doubt that. She's just an optimist and understands that I like you so much it hurts. (Here's another example of when I need the god damn italics button. Seriously, why does AOL not have one? O_o)

-I really need you to tell me that our "friendship" is over. That you don't and won't ever care about me. I think it'll help me move on. It's been well over a year and you're still on my mind. If you hate me, say you do. If you don't, say you don't. I don't take hints well. I need you to say explicitly "Puck, I hate you. You were such a dick, and I just can't ever be your friend because I just hate you for what you did." if that's what you feel.

-If you're going to shut me down, don't do it like Deepak or that kid you texted me about a while back. I remember sitting on my back porch, texting you, and you randomly told me about some guy who said he loved you and you asked me what to do. I gave you the same advice that I'll give you now: Say what you need to say. (I know you hate John Mayer, but c'mon. That's really good advice). Don't say "That's really sweet, but I'm not interested. I'm sorry." That might kill me upon hearing or
reading it.

-People (No names. I'm done gossiping. That crap's for cowards anyways) say you have mood swings and are kinda bitchy, but I actually don't mind. I never minded. But then again, I only spend like 40 minutes with you per day during the school year. Besides, I like a challenge.

-The fact that I'm up at 2:31 AM, pouring my soul into an email, should tell you just how much I needed to tell you how I feel.

-I really really like you. (If I knew where the italics button was that would be in italics). I like you so much it hurts. I'm not kidding. Ask Artie. He'll tell you how much I text him about you and about the crazy things I say about you. "She's so fucking cute." (I'm embarrassed, but yeah, I said that)

-Your mom terrifies me. She hates me more than you do and I didn't think that was possible.

-I should wrap this up soon, so I don't break the internet.

-I like everything about you. I like your smile. Your laugh. (Which by the way woke me up a few times when we were on the bus to New York) Your eyes.

-I'm so ridiculously sorry about that drawing. I just want your forgiveness. (and you to feel the same way about me, but I know that's never gonna happen so...)

Anyways, if you read this entire thing, thanks. I really just needed to say all that. And I CCed Artie because he's the one who's been helping me out recently because lately I've been more stressed about you than usual. I thought they'd like to see what me saying what I need to say looks like. Hope you don't hate me. (Don't hear that everyday, do ya?) Have a great summer. See you at school.

PUCK

He reads the email several times, checking his grammar, checking his phrasing, checking his sanity. He's Noah freakin' Puckerman. He doesn't spill his soul out for everyone to see. Well, not until now. He's nervous. But you would be too if you'd just said everything you've bottled up for two years into an email.

Note from the author- All of the following has actually happened to me personally and I girl I used to like. It made for some great drama. However, my heart got broken, seeing as she rejected me after I sent her this email. I'll be writing to chapter sixes. It will be sort of like those old "choose your ending" books. There will be a happy ending and there will be a version of what actually happened in my life. Stay tuned.