This chapter – although INCREDABLY SHORT, Is dedicated to….

Quick1329! Thank you so much! It's so fun talking to you!

Sorry for the long time, I have Exams coming up and I need to like study or I'll fail, I'll post the rest when I'm done with them :D Thank you! PLEASE REVIEW!

'' I'm sorry sir she is in surgery – ''

The man spoke in a brisk informing manner that rendered no real emotions. A thin sheen of sweat shone on his pastel forehead and his hands clasped his clip board impatiently as he informed the Mo- hawked boy of the Fabray girl's current position. The white coated man continued, offering no real information to what injury's Quinn had attained and if she would make it out alive. This infuriated Puck. He was about to lash out and demand to know the answer when the doctor continued louder, in a tone that cut across his angered breathing and made it clear no other real news would be given to him.

'' We will alert you to any vital progress that Miss Fabray Attains, and notify you if she is able for visitors.'' With that the man turned and strode away, flipping a page on his clipboard, as he looked to his other charges, already forgetting about the dark haired boy. The weight and pressures of his job lay evident in harsh lines upon is forehead and the heavy set of his shoulders as he hurried past them deeper into the hospital.

Devastated Puck slumped into his chair and buried his head in his hands, his thoughts spinning wildly out of control. If? IF she is able for visitors? What happened? Why was she in surgery? Was she alive? Would she be okay? What's happening! How long till he could see her again, till he could hold her in his arms and tell her it would all be okay? Would he even get to do that? What- what if… What if she dies! Will she die? Oh no, crap NO! Quinn can't die! Ever! Not now! She can't she doesn't know… She can't die not knowing that I love her! I love her...

He squeezes his eyes shut but a single tear escapes, making its way down his cheek sadly as alone as he feels. His rage sparks inside him, all these Bloody doctors and NO ONE, NO ONE! Would tell him a thing about her condition! Puck could not believe this was happening. This could not be happening, not to Quinn. With all the horrible crap Quinn had been put through in her life, the universe – Just as Quinn was finally getting better – decided to throw a bloody car crash into the mix. WHY? He screamed inside his head, Why HER? Why not me?

His hands curl into fists and he desperately try's to resist the urge to punch something, he just needs some form of relief, anything, his jaw clenches and he shuts his eyes, trying to escape and block out the world.

'' Tick – tok, tick –tok, tick – tok, tick -…''

The clock mocks him… Its endless ticking is bringing madness to his mind, and he can't help think, as the noise diverges deep in his thoughts; would each tick sound different if Quinn was dead? Would the sound stop around them both, or would time keep going leaving Quinn behind. Would he know if she was gone? If she was already dead, What if she was dying right now? What if-

Suddenly he can't take it anymore, with a hundred awful scenarios plaguing his mind he abruptly stands up, his chair scraping back on the tiled floor, the noise echoing off the walls.

''Puck-'' Santana begins concern in her voice, she starts to rise after him but puck has already gone. White doors swinging in his wake. The dark haired Latina makes to follow him but with a gentle hand Brittney stops her, and tells her sadly;

'' Let him go San, he needs time.'' Santana looks like she is about to protest when her face crumples and a tear falls down her cheek,

'' I know''

…..…..…

Everything is white here, not a shadow is left under the glare of the neon lighting. Yet in this colourless clean labyrinth all Puck can see is darkness. Every corner and every step, every twist and turn, every echo and shout is blackness. It curls across the ceiling and contaminates the air, even in side his head, a dark cloud has gathered and shrouds Pucks mind with demons that whisper lies that twist in his ears.

Anger boils furiously in his heart, and his soul feels like it is being ripped into pieces. Or more accurately, halves. One is inside him screaming with agony, the other lies with Quinn, somewhere unknown on a hard operating table. And if she dies, Puck knows somewhere inside his heart, that his missing pieces will never be returned. And he will never be whole again.

Puck runs through all the nameless wards and corridors, head paying no heed to his destination. Anywhere, he thinks fiercely, anywhere but that waiting room, that cold hard room where time seems to stop and crush you. Where he knows Santana was, staring broken eyed at the wall, trying to remember anything but Quinn, trying to hold it all inside, as it consumes her. Where Brittney …

He couldn't deal with it, any of it. He just needed to get away, he needed to run.

Suddenly his heart breaks into a million more pieces as he realises where his feet have taken him. No, anywhere but here, please…Please… ! He falls onto his knees in desperation. Why here? WHY HER? Tears run down his cheeks and he can't hold back his sobs anymore. Puck pours his broken heart out, chest raking, his whole body shuddering, as he weeps, his spirit shattered, in front of the maternity ward.

Why her? WHY QUINN? WHY NOT ME? WHY HER… WHY?! TELL ME!

He doesn't realise he is shouting hysterically until a hand rests upon his shoulder. He stiffens expecting a harsh cold headed doctor angrily or impatiently telling him to move or some crap, fully preparing to unleash the rage caged inside his chest. But the fingers splay out and rub circles into his back and soft soothing words melt their way into his ears. '' It's okay, it's okay, shhh.. shhhhh… It's alright… shhhhhshhhh…. It'll be okay... ''

Puck falls against his knees and breaks; the anger knotted in his chest disapparates and is replaced with a desolate lonely sadness that makes him feel hollow and empty. So Puck cries, letting go of everything he has tried to keep hidden all these years. Beth. Quinn. His Dad… Everything.

The person (?) continues to rub on his back and whisper meaningless words that somehow reach him in his desperate state and comfort him. Tears still run down tracks on his cheeks, and his fists are still clenched unbelievably hard, but his breathing is deepening and somehow, on this isle of desperation, Puck finds some, however small, amount of comfort in the familiar circles being rubbed into his back and the person sitting beside him.

Light brown hair falls over the girls pale face, and worry is set deep in her eyes as she tries to comfort the heart – breakingly distressed boy on the floor beside her. She knows nothing of the teenager, but her heart would shatter if she left him so impossibly alone here. So gently she cups her hand on his fist - which is curled so tightly that his nails are leaving deep half-moon red cuts- and softly begins to unwrap his fingers, gently stopping him from hurting himself, he lets her. She comfortingly squeezes his hand to let him know she is there, before rubbing his shoulder and whispering calmingly. At this the boy looks up, in his gaze hollow and fragmented with heartache. Vulnerable, she thinks, he looks so, sad and broken. What could have happened to this boy? Why does he look so grief stricken and… and guilty? No, she thinks, this boy didn't do anything to land someone else here. She can't tell how she knows it she just does. He's just sad… so impossibly sad.

She can see the boys will crumbling again, and after a strangled sob he starts to cry. Seeing this and his glistening eyes, she kindly envelopes him in a hug. It is one of those strong, reassuring hugs, which one would receive from a grandfather at a funeral, or a friend some desperate time of grief, and this, the girl sadly realises, is one such instance. She may not be his friend. She may not know him or who the Quinn person he is talking about is… but she feels like she has to help him. She does not know what makes him so heart-broken, but that doesn't matter. Someone clearly needed to be strong and there for him right now, and now that was her.

Puck had absolutely no idea whom he has hugging, well more of leaning on and crying. But he didn't care, she had kind brown eyes and- He freezes, his hands brushing past her belly, he looks up to her with sad eyes full of memories.

'' Quinn?''

It's a second before he realises his mistake, and his face falls further with shame and disappointment?

''I'm so sorry, '' He whispers his voice apologetic and broken. ''Why did I come here?'' his voice cracking, he's more whispering to himself now. He pulls away from her with a jagged sob, '' I'm Sorry, I'm so, so sorry'' Stumbling away. His voice is hoarse and he has tears in his eyes; he looks up again, at his comforter. The girl with the redish brown hair smiles sadly, before whispering to him in that soft voice of hers, '' It's okay, '' She pulls him back into the hug, arms strongly around his shoulders, '' It's okay and its okay to cry.'' Puck wants to pull away and hide, but some part of him knows that this will somehow help him. So timid at first, he allowed himself to be hugged by the girl he called Quinn. It can't be Quinn, she…, She could be dead. And why, why would she be here pre-. He took a shaky breath before tightly embracing the girl letting his tears flow, her producing belly pressing lightly into his stomach. He speaks so quietly she can barely hear him, he doesn't seem to be talking to her, but to someone else.

'' Especially now…, Quinn, especially now…''

Please Review! Guess who the girl is? . OH - My Beta didn't review this one, cus I don't have the heart to ask her since we both have exams and I always steal her lunch … so you know, all spelling mistakes and what not are mine, since my BFFLE, and beta is probably studying like I should be

Thank you! – Next chapter is Santana or… SNIX…