As I walked down into the kitchen, I flipped the light on and got a glass of water. Sitting at the table I had two different feelings. I was mostly confused, but also worried. It as 2am and Puck wasn't home. I couldn't sleep until I heard that old truck roar into the driveway. I know I am a worry wort, but still he was on a wrath of anger, who knows what he was doing. I took a sip of my water and rested my head on the table. I may be worried but I'm as tried as hell. I closed my eyes, for what I thought would be a few minutes.

I popped up to the sound of my phone vibrating.

"Hello?" I groggily and rested my head on my hand.

"Katie?"

"Quinn, is everything ok?"

"Yeah Katie, come open your front door." She said and the line went dead. I let out a yawn and looked at the clock 4am. What's going on? I walked to the front door, unlocked it and pulled it open to see a struggling Quinn, holding up a wasted Puck.

"Katie!" Puck excitedly stumbled over to me and fell on top of me, causing me to fall back into the wall.

"I-I missed you so much, I loooooove you!" he slurred out and started petting my head.

"What happened?" I questioned to Quinn as she helped me get him to the couch.

"I don't know he just showed up at my house, about an hour ago.

Flashback (It will be in Quinns POV)

My phone rang and took me out of my sleep. I looked at the caller id, I knew something had to be up, that number hasn't popped up on my phone in foerver.

"Hello?"

"Quinn come outside, I have an issue" I heard Finn say on the other line. I threw on slippers and a jacket and walked out side, there I saw Finn and a drunk Puck.

"What the hell?" I questioned confused and annoyed, typical Puck.

"Well, okay, long story short, Katie borrowed Pucks lap top, Katie saw the pictures of you him and baby Beth. Puck got pissed, stormed out, and called me, I met up with him but by the time I was able to make up and excuse to my mom and Burt why I was going out, he already got like this." He let out a breath and continued," and now he won't leave until he sees you."

"Thaaaaaaaaats rrrrrrrrrrrrrright!" Puck pointed to me, of course, when life gets hard, Puck drinks his troubles away, but I have never seen him this bad, he is usually able to control himself.

I went over to him and looked him in the eye,' You need to get home, you got your wish, you saw me, you need go now." I said gently, but Puck wasn't having it, and started throwing a fit like a 5 year old. He was getting louder and louder, and if my mom ended waking up I'd be dead.

"I AMMM NNNOOOOOOOOT LEAVING!" he said dragging this ms ns and os.

'Okay! Shhhh." I calmed him and turned to Finn, "You have to get home before you're killed by your mom and Burt. I'll drive him home."

Finn helped me get him into my car, thanked me and drove off. As I buckled in Puck He wouldn't shut up.

"Quinn" he whipped his head toward me "I-I am so sorry." He slurred, "I was mean and you have such pretty hair." He picked up some and started playing with it in amazment.

"Okay." I lauhghed as I removed my hair from his hand, you need to get home.

"You have a purdy laugh to." He tried to stick his hand in my mouth.

"No Puck."

"I am sowwy I just waned to see the laugh," he looked at me and I hopped into the drivers seat. All he kept saying on the way home was "sowwy". I just kept thinking about what made him get like this. I always knew he got sensitive whenever Beth was beaught up, but this, this was over the edge, what if something happed? What if he didn't call Finn, and tried driving he could've died! Those thoughts just circulated in my head, and as much as I tried to make pretend that I didn't care about him, I did, so, so much.

End of flash back.

"And now we are here." She nervously smiled.

"Look Quinn you look tired, and I am so tired, so help me get him into bed and then go home." I yawned out.

She helped me get him upstairs and turned down the hall.

"No, I want him in my room, so I can watch him, I have a bunch of extra pillows in there and blankets for me, so it'll just be easier than me having to carry them to his room." We laid him on the bad and he immediately fell asleep. I knew it wouldn't be for long, that alcohol would catch up to him soon enough, so set a trash can next to the bed.

Throwing the extra blankets and pillow on the floor, I lied down on them. My little hand made bed wasn't that bad. I stayed up for the next half hour, to make sure Puck was okay, and I couldn't fight myself anymore. My eyes closed and I was out.

I woke up to the beautiful sound of Puck dry heaving. I got up and went downsatirs and grabbed a bottle of water. I gave it to him and forced him to drink. I then sat there rubbing his back as the alcohol finally flowed into the trash can. When he was done, I made him drink some more, and he quickly returned to sleep. I took the bag out of the trash and almost barfing myself, tied it and head downstairs again, I walked out the back door and threw it in the outside trash cans, so Lisa and my dad would find out I retuned to my little bed and passed out.

5 times, 5! That's how many times Puck got up and got sick, his fifth was at seven in the morning. What the hell did he drink? By the third time, I didn't another replacing the bag I just left it in there figuring he'd get up again.

"Good morning sunshine." I opened the shades and turned on the lights in my room. Receiving a groan from Puck as he covered his face with the pillow.

"Here." I said holding out Advil and water.

"Thanks." He mumbled out and took the pills. He just sat there. So I started to fold up my little bed I made.

"You slept on the floor?" He asked.

"I had to. You needed the bed more than me." He just looked at me," Oh and Lisa and my dad asked what was going on, you know why you were sleeping on my room, I just told them we made up and I got scared from watch a scary movie before I went to bed so you slept with me, because they didn't see I was on the floor, they just saw you in my bed so if they ask go with it.." I picked up the linens and put them back in my closet.

"How bad?"

'Huh?" I turned and looked at him.

"I don't remember anything form last night, that's never happened to me, so how bad was I?"

"Well, you told me you missed me and loved me, so that just sums it up."

"How?"

"Come on Puck, you told me you MISSED me and LOVED me."

"Katie, I don't," he stopped so I just helped along knowing what he was going to say.

"I know, but it's just you wouldn't be caught dead saying you loved someone in a million years." I smiled at hm.

"So what happened last night, I didn't, please tell me I didn't.."

"No Puck you didn't drive home."

I sat on the bed and crossed my legs, and told the whole story, from the fight, which he remembered, to Finn, to Quinn, and how he got here. He asked how he got that drunk, but I knew nothing about that part. After I finished the tale, we sat there in silence, a very awkward silence, I just played with the hem of my shirt.

"Why?" Puck suddenly asked, causing me to look up at him in question.

"Why what?"

"Why, why did you do it, help me, take care of me, cover for me? You could've let me crash and burn and get my ass beat by my mom. Especially after what I said last night."

"Well as entertaining as that would've been, I am not like that. I know we don't get along, and what you said to me last night, I wasn't going to go on a whole dramatic rampage about it, you said it out of anger. And you had my back, so I have your." I honestly stated and looked at him. He just looked down.

"Well, I am umm really, you know I apolo- I just."

"I know Puck." For Noah Puckerman to even attempt to say sorry was enough for me.

The day continued on, and I helped Puck through his hang over, which he had a major one of. I just kept pondering the thought of why Puck freaked out like that. I was in the Kitchen with Lisa, when last nights fight came to topic.

"Well Katie I am happy you two made up." She smiled as she stirred the pasta sauce.

"Yeah, so am I, but can I ask you something? But you can't tell Puck I asked."

"Well it depends on the question." She replied and put down her spoon.

"Why, when I saw the picture, why did he freak out?" I asked

"As you probably saw, that picture of him, Quinn and baby Beth, was taken the day Beth was born. Noah he tries his hardest to hide his feeling, but when it comes to Beth, he lashes out. He always wanted to keep her, but Quinn couldn't so they gave he up, and Noah, his dad wasn't the best, so when he thinks of that day, when he thinks of Beth, he thinks that when she gets older, she will think he is a dead beat, that just threw her out of his life, like his father did. That picture, he likes to keep to himself, but barely looks at it and when he does, he gets really upset and when other people see it, well, I saw it one time, and he did the same thing. I think it's because he feels that people with think the same thing he does. I know it's weird, but it's the way he handles his emotions"

I just sat there and took it all in, I never knew that, about him wanting to keep Beth, about the picture, his dad, any of it. Maybe Puck and I are more similar than we thought.

****ooooooo why ware they similar? And awww cute Kate and Puck moment, and Puck and Quiin moment 3..haha and awww poor Puck =(

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