The song is A Thousand Years, by Christina perri, I really recommend you listen to it while reading this! Such a cute song, especially when Puck sings it if you know what I mean ;)

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OH ONE MORE THING, WHEN I SAY FOOTBALL, I MEAN SOCCER. NOT LIKE WHAT YOU AMERICANS CALL FOOTBALL, BUT REAL FOOTBALL, WITH LIKE FOOTBALLS AND NOT RUGBY BALLS. NOT THE SPORT THAT FINN PLAYS IN GLEE WITH THE QUATERBACKS AND HELMETS – WE DON'T HAVE THAT IN N.Z WE PLAY SOCCER, AND CALL IT FOOTBALL, LIKE YOU KNOW, MANCHESTER UNITED, AND ALL THAT. FOOTBALL GUYS. NOT THE OTHER ONE. COOL?

Anyway HERE IS THE CHAPTER.

His words sooth my aching mind and send me into another memory, the words of his song twirl around me, as I sink into my subconscious.

(Heart beats fast)

Within the swirling mist of Puck's voice I find myself on a park bench, standing next to myself. My – well, Quinn's blond hair is in a scruffy ponytail and her hands are covering her eyes, her face is scrunched up and tears are running down her cheeks, her jaw is locked tight in an attempt not to cry aloud.

I watch myself, completely bewildered. And then lift my hand to the sun. Okay. So I am a ghost now; I think, because I can see through my hand. In that dream logic, I accept that I am in a memory. Or a dream. Or something…

(Colours and promises)

Quinn's phone is next to her abandoned on the bleachers. The last call is still frozen on the screen; I walk over to it, completely invisible to myself and look at who it was from. Oh. My breath hitches in my throat. I remember this day.

Oh.

It was from Mum. I picked up my newly acquired cell phone and timidly pressed the answer call button, ducking under the bleaches to escape the torrents of rain. I wipe my wet hair away from my eyes and I answer an out of breath ragged sort of hello.

'' Quinn!''

My mother's falsely bright voice fills my ear and I internally cringe. '' Quinnie dear, yes this is mum, I …'' She pauses and I hear voices and sounds in the background, some, I definitely didn't want to hear.

'' …. Yes just tell her the truth! - Honestly she won't care." That was Frannie's annoyed voice, I frown - what was she doing there? Disappointment is already rising in my chest as I recognise the sound of the car; its low pitch hum fills the air. And I wonder what they are doing driving away from my game without me. I lower my expectation again as my mother comes back on the phone; after a minute or so of low muttering and hissed conversation.

''Quinn? Are you still there?''

''Yes mum,'' I say my voice almost unemotional, holding it all inside

(How to be brave)

Please don't say it, I think, please…

'' Oh Quinn, sorry darling we couldn't come to your football game today, we are just on our way to Frannies cheerleading contest! Isn't it exciting Quinn! They are going to nationals next week! We are going to Carmel today to practice cheering at their match with the Titans!''

''Oh.''

They hadn't even seen my game. They weren't even in the stands cheering like I thought they were. How could they do this again? How had they forgotten how important this game was to me? I'd only been talking about it for weeks. It was the tie breaker, the championships, the gold winning, and record breaking most important time in my life! But of course they were at Frannie's cheerleading game. Watching her cheer for dumb jocks in the warm up to nationals. This WAS my nationals! My championship! I was about to slam my phone shut when I realised my mum was still on the phone yelling my name.

''Quinn! Oh yes there you are, we aren't going to be able to pick you up honey, sorry , we are at Carmel high, it's an hour away and we haven't arrived yet. You'll have to catch a ride with one of your friends, oh sorry got to go! Your dad wants me.''

And with that she hung up, leaving me to fend for myself. I couldn't help it, I broke down inside, how could they do this? I had been running like I owned the world, kicking the ball and scoring and cheering and… and my parents hadn't been there, like everyone else's had. I step out from under the bleachers and scan the soccer field. My heart plummets, everyone's left. I'll have to walk. Suddenly I can't hold it in any more, I start to cry, at first its uncontrollable , but I take in big heaving breathes of air and squeeze my eyes shut, willing myself to stop. My hands covering my eyes and with my jaw clenched shut I sob quietly, maybe they'll find me here when they send the police to look for me. Actually they probably won't realise I was gone. I fill with sadness, and let out another sob because I know this is true. For at least a day or two they will just think I'm sleeping over at one of my friend's houses. What friends? I think. They don't care.

With my broken thoughts and tears streaming down my face I sit alone under the bleachers, shivering from cold .I almost fall of the bench with shock when a hand reaches towards mine and a husky voice asks me gently if I'm okay.

With shaggy brown hair I see a younger version of the boy I just left behind. Still wearing his football gear he walks across the field completely covered in mud. His hair sticks up in spikes after being drenched with rain during the match. Puck shakes his hair like a dog and laughs, messing it up more as he walks towards the bleachers, where he put his stuff. I watch him as he drags his feet through the mud, slowly turning every inch of his white socks brown. His eyes sparkle and gleam, and I see that familiar glint of humour in his eye, this humour turns to curiosity when he notices another set of gear leaning next to his when the field seems ( apparently) to be empty .

In my head I can hear Puck's voice coming from some unknown land, into my head.

(How can I love when I'm afraid to fall)

I look at the small 7 year old, and smile, some part of me had always been curious of how he had found me, but watching him I will soon realise how. Puck looks at the soccer bag wondering who it belonged to. Instead of rummaging round inside noisily like any other little boy, Puck picks up the bag and looks at the bottom, I chuckle to myself, pointing at the name that he missed. My arm is right in front of him but he just narrows his eyes at the light shining through me, and continues looking in the normal places for a name tag. But Quinn Fabray was never just normal. She was special. The sun catches of a metallic surface and his eyes are drawn to it. His eyes widen with surprise and then he grins, Puck lays my bag on its side and trots back a fair distance and then his crooked teeth widen into a fully-fledged smile.

Spelt out in silver studs along the side of the ragged white bag the name Quinn Fabray gleams in the sunlight. As Puck walks back and picks up his gear I look at Quinn through the slated wood of the is still crying but quieter now and her hands furiously brush at her face trying to wipe away the tears. I look towards Puck again and observe them both as I watch the scene play out.

(But watching you stand alone
All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow)

Puck, with a second thought picked up my gear bag; he swung it over his shoulder and began clomping through the mud across the field towards home, when he stopped. He turned his head in the general direction of the bleachers and his eyes brows scrunched as he listened into the wind.
His head tilted to the side and his eyebrows crumpled I can't help but smile at how much he manages to resemble a lost puppy. And how familiar that look is, I smirk to myself as I realise that Puck still does that in 10 years.

(I have died everyday waiting for you)

Slowly Puck lowers both bags to the ground and scans the area in search for the source of the noise. I see his face turn into a pitfall, sad expression as he realises that is someone crying. Carefully the mud covered boy walks towards the wooden stands and ducks under the bleaches. I walk towards them and sit on a seat, observing the past with intense curiosity. Pucks eyes grow wide as he straightens up and sees a small figure crouched over crying, blond hair falling over their face and obscuring their eyes.

Gently as not to startle the upset girl, Puck crouches down next to her and shakily reaches his hand towards her, and then in that gentle rough-ish voice I remember so clearly, and with those same kind eyes. He asks her quietly if she's okay.

(Darling don't be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I'll love you for a thousand more)

I watch myself almost fall of the bench in surprise. I stifle a laugh as Quinn grabs Puck's outstretched hand in an attempt to regain her balance. After a few seconds of frantic breathing and cowardice, Quinn slowly raises her eyes bravely to meet the boy. And I see hear her breath hitch in her throat, as her green eyes meet Puck's dark hazel ones for the first time.

(Time stands still
Beauty in all she is
I will be brave)

Tears are still running down the blonde girl's cheeks and her nose is red from cold. But I can tell Puck thinks she is beautiful – that I am beautiful.

After a second of this unbroken tension, Quinn answers with a small voice and a sniffle, ''Yeah … I'm fine.'' It sounds so unconvincing and broken coming from the blonde girls lips, and I watch Puck stand up and reach his hand toward Quinn again unconvinced, '' No, you're not ''

I see myself pause, emotions flashing across my face, confusion, anger, disappointment and… and hope. I see a fiery battle rage inside Quinn's eyes, I can almost hear what she's thinking in my fathers disapproving tones ''Fabrays are strong, they don't cry in front of people, Fabrays are brave! They hold their head high and keep going, Fabrays are perfect.. Fabrays are…''

Then I hear her give a sigh of resignation, and a small sob. '' I know.'' Unable to hold back her tears she cries, and wraps her arms around herself, shaking. I see Puck make a split second decision, but I can tell he knows it was the right choice. Puck's arms wrap gently around her and at first she tenses from the unfamiliar contact. But her body gives in and she accepts the hug gracefully and completely, sobbing into his shoulder and wrapping her arms around him in turn. Puck's eyes are wide at first but then grow soft, and he hugs me tighter, finally clicking in his eyes how often I must get hugged like this. With kindness.

I hold my breath as I watch clearly the scene I remember so well. The scene looks so different as an observer, so instead of trying to remember what happened I just watch.

Quinn is shivering now, and after withdrawing from the hug she pulls her arms around her tummy in an attempt to shield them from the cold. The boy beside her puts his arm forward in a handshake, '' I'm Puck'' he smiles. Quinn looks at him bemused until he sighs,

'' Fine, - '' he grins, '' really, its Noah, Noah Puckerman. But please! –'' he begs ''Call me Puck!'' The girl laughs. '' Alright Puck, I'm Quinn. '' The young boy smirks, ''I know ''

Forgetting her tears, she also grins, ''My bag? '' she guesses.

''Yup. – You're very strange aren't you Quinn?''

She hits him on the shoulder, ''Me? You're the one with the weird name!''

''Yes, but you be-sparkled you're name on your bag!''

They're both laughing now, forgetting that they are strangers.

Curiously Puck asks gentler. ''What was wrong?'' And he watches the girls face fall. ''You were crying''

''Oh - '' She smiles sadly, '' It was my parents… they didn't even come to the game, they went… went to my sisters cheerleading contest…'' her throat becomes restricted and she chokes out the last part '' but they… they promised.''

'Oh…' he sadly exclaims.

He then looks to Quinn in a mix of confusion and curiousity.

'' Fabray… Fabray…'' Puck wonders aloud, '' Fabray… Why does that name sound so familiar?'' He rolls it over his tongue '' Faaabraay'' Quinn giggles at his facial expressions, as his eye brows are crinkled together.

'' Your dad's at the bank right? The – '' he pauses ''the manager?'' Quinn half nods her head,

''Sort of, he's like the, yeah okay-'' she smiles, '' he's the manager.''

Puck whistles '' So you're the famous Fabray family. I've heard a lot about you.''

''Which one am I?'' Quinn asks, ''the extra one? The reader? The sister of Frannie Fabray?'' She says it almost bitterly, resentment flavouring the air.

''No,'' Puck whistles softly. '' you? - Your Quinn Fabray, - The Quinn Fabray- '' He looks at her,

''the beautiful one.''

(I will not let anything take away
what's standing in front of me)

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