Korey: Wow, epic Glee withdrawal is epic. Anyway, I'm on Christmas break, and I'm bored. So boredom leads to what else? Puck/Quinn fanfiction! Enjoy! It's a little soapy. Oh, and a word: I shipped Puck/Quinn day one~
P.S. This is short.
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Salvation
She stood at his door, unable to knock. Heavy rain poured down onto her. She was soaking wet, and cold, but she she'd rather be all of those things than knock on his door. She didn't know what she was doing there. Come to think of it, she wasn't sure what she was doing anymore in regards to everything.
She was alone. Her parents abandoned her. When the day of her moving out came, her mother squeezed her tightly, hoping to regain her little girl for just a moment longer. Her father, on the other hand, hung his head in shame and told her he would pray for her salvation.
She had a home before this, a nice one. Nothing fancy, nothing like she was accustomed to, but that was just a house. She decided to leave on her own account, however. He pleaded her to stay, even though he was hurt. But she couldn't do that to him. She couldn't let him witness her carry his best friend's baby more than he already was going to at school.
She decided it was better to be cold, wet, and alone than to burden him with her problems. This is where she ended up. She was at his door.
It opened. "I was waiting for you to knock, but you never did." His expression was something she had never seen before, it was almost caring.
"Hi," she added meekly, her voice cracked. She didn't want it too, but it did. She didn't want to let him know that she had been crying. He would have probably figure it out anyway, she thought.
"Come inside," he invited. "Last thing I need is for you to get sick when you're carrying my kid."
She walked in, and stood in the center between the kitchen and the living room. His house was spacious, and very clean. "Do you have a towel?" She turned around to face him, only he wasn't there. A clap of thunder echoed into the house. She ran to shut the door.
"Here, catch." She turned around and a towel flew into her face before sliding into her hands. "Better than a slushie." she chuckled. She dried off and tossed the towel back to him. "So what do you want?" He asked as he tossed the towel into the hamper in the bathroom.
"I remember you telling Artie that you'd have the house alone for a week. That's this week, right?"
"Do you see my mom and kids anywhere?" He asked sharply. "Anyway, what's your point?"
She took in a deep breath, and closed her eyes. "I need help, Noah. I know I said I wanted to do this on my own, but I can't. I left Finn's. I couldn't be there. I have no where to go. I was wondering if I could..."
Her eyes were still closed when she felt something against her own body. The center of her head felt a slight pressure where his chin was now resting. "I told you I'd help you. You were the one that didn't want it."
"I know... and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She finally broke, tears again streamed down her face.
He broke away, meeting her level. "I'm here to help you. You're okay. We're okay. Everything will be okay."
His words were just too sweet to mean anything real to her. "You don't know that everything will be okay."
"Look at me, Quinn, and I mean really, really look at me." Everything will be okay. You're strong enough. I know you can do it."
She pulled him back in. "What about your mom?"
"What about her? We'll take this one day at a time. She won't be back for another five days. We'll think of something."
She looked up at him. "I believe you."
He smiled. "If you tell anyone I showed you my sensitive side, I'll deny it."
She hugged him tightly. She exhaled a shaky breath. For the first time in weeks, she felt okay. She thought back to what her father told her before she left the house. He'd pray for her salvation. She shook her head, for she knew she found salvation on her own.