The hysterical and heartbroken boy was calming down. The ragged sobs that had shook his body were calming somewhat, but his throat was still constricted and he was taking uneven gulping breaths. Tears streamed silently down his cheeks, falling below his closed and tired eyes. Through it all, he was gradually quieting, his mind slowing down the on-going onslaught of What Ifs.

He held onto the amber eyed girl as a solace. His fingers gripped the back of her jumper and his forehead was resting slightly on her shoulder, his red- rimmed eyes closed and his back bent as he lent down. His body shaking as he held on, secure in her grip; needing the anchor it gave him. Puck was, on the inside, still completely shattered. As it had been ever since he had got that horrifying world stopping phone call. But slowly, the constant soothing words and circles rubbed on his back was piecing his mind together, and calming him down to properly face the situation.

Holy crap his situation.

Quinn.

No! No… Why Quinn? Why?

What's happening!?

No. you have to stop.

Calm down Puck okay? C-A-L-M.

Calm… okay. I got this. Calm… calmer… good… breathe. That's it.

Baby steps…

Not ready to face the music just yet, Puck slid against the wall, with a defeated sort of sigh.

'' I'm so sorry about all – '' he gestured to himself, '' – this… ''

The girl gently eased herself down beside him, before looking him straight in the eyes with a slight frown,

'' There is nothing to apologise for.'' She sighed, lost in her own world for a moment. '' There is no shame in crying. '' She looked him almost sternly in the eye, daring him to contradict her,'' Nothing at all. ''

He took a minute to reply, running his hand through his shamefully long Mohawk.

''Really? ''

'' Yes"

'' You don't think I'm a softie then? ''

She chuckled tenderly, '' you have a Mohawk. ''

Puck laughed at this. Glad to find some glimmer of humour in his grim situation.

He let out an inescapable, sad laugh, '' Q always says I needed to cut it.'' He took a strand of it in his fingers and was shocked to find that it reached past his eyes.

'' Okay, that's it, '' he said sternly. '' She was- is right! I am – need to cut it!''

The girl laughed, glad to find some sparkle in the boy's eyes again.

'' Quinn…. '' Puck laughed '' Quinn was the person who gave me a Mohawk in the first place…. '' Light returned to his face as he smiled upon the old memory, '' I was like ... fourteen. ''

Quinn looks at the boy thoughtfully, her head cocked to the side. After a few seconds a dopey grin sets on her face and she chuckles, her tinkling laugh filling the room. Puck scowls at her, but her laugh is contagious. His face splits into a grin as he pushes her playfully and asks her what she finds so amusing about his face. This statement makes Quinn laugh even more and soon she is gasping for breath and clawing at her stomach trying to make it stop.

'' It's- Its just-'' She doubles over laughing. '' I just tried to imagine you… '' She points at him, to emphasize this point, that it is indeed him that she is talking to '' YOU! With w-with a, '' she falls back onto her bed, her body rocking with a now silent laughter. '' With a Mohawk! '' She dissolves into her hissing fit, clutching at her belly, blonde hair falling in her eyes.

Puck scowls at her, his hand running through his hair. It is shaggy and flops in his eyes and past his ears. Indignantly he speaks, annoyed by her blatant humour. '' What? Why! I would look great with a Mohawk! I am a total badass!''

'' A total badass? Ahahahahahah! ''

Quinn is gasping for breath now, the idea to hilarious for her not to poke fun at. Puck, with a Mohawk... The very thought makes her shake with an uncontrollably...

Puck, desperate to prove his ability to be a badass, that he can so rock a 'Hawk, spits out, in an attempt to regain some of his lost pride; '' I'll prove it!''

At this Quinn stops. Her chuckles draw to a close as she picks herself up from her bed and gasps for air. After regaining her ability to breathe, she looks puck in the eye, her own sparkling with mischief and amusement. '' How? ''

'' I'll get a Mohawk.''

Quinn lifts her eyebrow up at him, her face set in a mix between a smirk and a smile, disbelief clear in her tone, '' Really?''

Stubborn as ever, Puck nods his head. '' Uh huh. ''

'' So you'll do it?'' Quinn asks, '' Get a Mohawk?'' She smirks at him, '' Now?''

They both stand their ground and, not wanting to back down to Quinn, Puck nods; I've got nothing to lose, he thought.

'' Now. ''

'' Great! '' Quinn claps her hands- '' I've always wanted to see what it would be like to be a hairdresser… '' - and drags him into her bathroom. Pucks heart beats like a drum as he waits for his best friend to return. He really did not think this through….

Quinn returns a few minutes later with her arms full. Puck quickly takes some stuff from her, and his face pales as he looks at the electric razor.

'' Not backing out now are we now?'' Quinn smirks.

''No!'' defied Puck. '' No way! You know I'll rock it. ''

Puck sits down in the chair in front of the mirror and hides his anxiety. He runs his hand over his shaggy dark brown hair. '' Mum couldn't afford to get it cut anyway. '' Best make the most of the situation.

He looks at Quinn, his face slightly questioning. '' Where'd you get the Elec' Razor?''

Quinn shrugs indifferently and says with a slight frown, ''My dad's bathroom…''

'' Won't he- '' Puck begins,

''He's not here. ''

There is ice in Quinn's tone, and as Puck looks up, he can see the hurt in her eyes. '' But it doesn't matter, '' She looks at him, '' You're here now. ''

With this, Quinn pulls the towel round his shoulders and whispers in his ear maliciously, '' Say goodbye to your hair… ''

'' Have you ever done this before?'' Puck asks Quinn with a slightly nervous smile on his face.

Quinn turns on the razor, and brings it dangerously close to his head. ''No,'' Puck does not miss the grin she shoots him as she selects the shortest possible blade… '' But don't worry, I'm a professional.''

Puck laughs at his best friend. And, ever desperate for her to forget her parent troubles, Puck says with a kind light hearted smile, '' Fine, you can do whatever you like…''

Carefully Quinn bends down in front of Puck, her eyebrows scrunched in concentration. She put a hand on his forehead, stilling him, and steadying her hand. She lifts an eyebrow up at him,
'' You ready?''

'' As I'll ever be. ''

And with that, Quinn pushes the buzzing razor forward, following the curve of his ear… Puck's dark hair bunches up and falls down his shoulders. With her tongue poking out in attentiveness,Puck could trust her not to ruin his hair completely. He shivers at the cold metal against his scalp, and even more at the strange feeling it caused. Quinn laughs at his slight discomfort and removes the razor, feeling the small bald patch surrounding his ear. He reaches up to touch it too, but Quinn slaps his hand away, '' you have to wait. ''

Satisfied that the razor worked, Quinn switches to a bigger blade that would allow a centimetre or so of hair left, and became fiercer. She boldly drags it, but still to a complaining Puck, carefully, down his head. Puck sat staring shell shocked at the mirror. He couldn't believe he was letting Quinn do this.

Puck now had a really small patch of short stubble surrounding his ear and an even, line of short hair going all the way down his head. Quinn smirks at her handiwork, proud that she managed to get the line so straight. She starts on the on the other line of the Mohawk, leaving a wide block of hair. Satisfied with the boundary lines, Quinn begins to gently shave from his ear up to what would become Puck's Mohawk.

Dark brown clumps of hair fall down Puck's neck onto his shoulders, he wanted to brush away the itchy hair, but Quinn was currently sitting on his lap, intensely focusing on his 'Hawk. Not that he minded, Quinn was super pretty and his best friend, plus she was really comfy. His hands were currently round her waist, and his head looking directly into the mirror, watching Quinn.

She pushes his long hair to the side as she carefully brings up the razor, the useless hair falling to the floor. She ruffles it gently before switching sides and shaving the right side of his head in the same fashion. Quinn stood up and smirks, shaking Puck's hair of her top, picking up the shortest blade she had discarded earlier. Puck looks at her slightly confused. She moves out of his way and he looks in the mirror.

Oh… Right.

The sides of Puck's head were, well want for a better word, sort of shaved. The bottom patch around his ears was almost completely bald -it had that short black stubble that even the shortest blade couldn't remove -while the majority of the sides of his scalp were covered in a centimetre or so of dark hair. Then the top was shaggy hair that stuck up, separated from the right and left sides by a thin strip of the same stubble. Yup. He looked a sight.

Quinn giggles at his facial expressions, '' don't worry; I'm nowhere near done yet, '' She gestures to the short blade, '' Hence the blade. ''

'' Oh…''

''Can I? '' Quinn asks politely. Puck raises his eyebrows at her, knowing she knew he would never refuse.

''Sure.''

Quinn retook her seat on his lap, effectively blocking out his view of the mirror. Puck groans. She could be massacring it for all he knew. But he knew she wasn't.

Quinn bit her lip in concentration, soothingly dragging the buzzer across Puck's scalp. He was so relaxed, Quinn wanted to laugh at how cute he looked, his eyes were drooping and his mouth was open slightly. After a couple of minutes, she admires her work, and gently drags her hand across Puck's now smooth hairless skull.

After another ten minutes, Quinn had finished the sides properly, all excess hair was now covering his shoulders, satisfied that she had not missed anything; she stands up so she could do the back.

Puck was practically drooling. His head was bent forward as Quinn shaved the back of his head, it was so relaxing… You know, if you get past the fact that I'm pretty much going bald… He thinks to himself in his stupor. Quinn pushes the razor up his head around his ears, then redefines and straightens the line of Pucks Mo.

Quinn pouts. She put the razor on the edge of the sink, and took a few steps back. She unties her hair before pulling it back up in a tighter high pony.

'' What's with the face? '' Puck asks from the chair.

'' What? This is my face?''

''No, you're doing The Face."

'' What face?! '' Quinn huffs. But she knew all too well what he was talking about.

''You're doing the pouty, Oh My God Face. Quinn, what's wrong?''

She glowers then broke into a grin as she ruffles his messed up hair. '' That was my thinking face. ''

'' Whatcha thinking about? ''

Quinn grabs the razor from the bench again and puts a longer blade on; her voice falls from playful to shyer and serious.

'' You know, family stuff… -'' and, she grins wolfishly, ''- your hair… ''

Puck watches Quinn's face fall slightly and he knew it must've been to do with Frannie and her new husband.

Puck stands up from his chair and hugs Quinn, '' Hey, it's alright, it'll be alright. ''

She sniffles, before changing the topic. '' Now I think your just trying to avoid you hair's imminent doom. ''

'' Nope, no way. Not at all. '' Puck says firmly as he plunks himself back on the boring wooden chair. He gives a sarcastic bow, '' You may begin my lady. ''

Quinn felt her heart flutter and she blushed slightly as she pick up the razor, '' Of course my knight.''

Ten minutes later, Puck looks at his, according to Quinn, almost finished Mohawk. He bends his head down and couldn't help but compliment Quinn's talent.

The sides of his head were covered in really short stubble; that was the shortest it could be cut by the razor. The sides of his almost bald head strangely pale compared to the rest of his tanned skin, he would have to fix that… He ran his hands over the part of his now hairless head. Oh my gosh, he thought, it felt so weird. It was really, really sensitive. A chill brushes his head from the door and he involuntarily shivers, it was cold!

Quinn had spent the past couple minutes, fixing the sides carefully, and making the Mohawk line really straight. She had just left to get some coke, and when she returned she would deal with the actual Mohawk. Puck brushes his hands through the wedge of hair running down his head. The hair was as long as it was originally so it fell past his eyes. Oh God, he looks so retarded.

He picks up the black electric razor curiously. It is heavy in his hand and is attached to the wall by a long thin wire. Experimentally Puck flips the switch; the familiar buzzing filling the room. Hurm… Puck wonders. Couldn't be that hard…

When Quinn returns, Puck is sheepishly slumped in the chair, avoiding her gaze. She lifts her eye brow up at him as he covers his own with his hands.

She put the coke cans on the side, and looks him questioningly till Puck sighs and uncovers his eyebrow.

'' Oh Puck, '' she laughs. Puck had shaved a line down his eyebrow, '' What'd you do that for?''

He sighs, his face turning red. '' I was, experimenting. '' She bends down and smooth's out his eyebrow with her finger, laughing at the line randomly separating the 2 halves.

'' I was gunna shave my actual 'Hawk, but like- '' he shrugs. '' You're really good at it.''

Quinn chuckles at his, running her hands down his pale shaved head. '' I know. '' She frowns for a second and motions to Puck for the razor. He gives it to her sheepishly and keeps his head as still as he can as she examines his eyebrow again. The buzzing of the razor fills their ears as Quinn seemingly randomly shaves another 2 lines in Puck's eyebrow.

''What'd you do that for?!'' Puck squeals indignantly

Quinn shruggs, '' I had to make it look like it was done intentionally… ''

Puck looks at himself in the mirror, '' Good point. ''

Puck fiddles with his unfinished haircut as Quinn studied him critically, he still can't really believe he was doing this; he got a shock every time he looked in the mirror and he bets his mum was going to flip.

Quinn frowns, her tongue poking out. '' I refuse to let you have one of those ridiculous Mohawks, you know, '' she looks at him, '' the ones which are really thin and are spiked stupidly?''

'' Yeah..? Why? ''

'' Cus. You're my boy; I refuse to let you look stupid. ''

He feels his cheeks grow hot, and his heart beat rapidly, he was Quinn's boy. He smiles, '' Very well.''

The familiar look of focus settles on Quinn's face again, and as the blonde selected a 3 centimetre blade, she smiles. '' Ready? ''

'' Uh huh.''

''Good.'' She says as she shaves directly down his Mohawk. She brings the blade down his head, cutting off all the long hair, when she was done, a shorter Mohawk stood in place of the untamed hair strip.

She looks at him satisfied. '' Almost done.''

She had to admit. Puck didn't look that stupid. She suspects she just had to get used to looking at Puck and seeing half his hair missing. With that in mind, she looks at the floor and laughs, there was hair everywhere.

Selecting the short blade, she shortens the width of his Mo' and then as final touches, shortened the length of the hair on the edges of the hair strip, so that the 'Hawk naturally had a point going all the way down, because in Quinn's opinion, gel was gross.

Quinn places the razor on the bench and turns it off at the wall. She walks over to her Best friend and brushes all the leftover hair of his head. '' There. ''

Puck tries to get up but as he did Quinn had an idea. '' Wait there!'' She shouted, '' I have a plan!'

As he waits for Quinn again he runs his hands over his now really light head. He's just glad it was summer or he would be really cold. He shivers at the unfamiliar feeling of air on his scalp, and waits for Quinn.

Quinn returns with something suspicious hidden behind her back. '' Close your eyes.''

Not quite trusting, Puck tries to peek at what she Is hiding; Quinn slaps his head away and grins '' Eyes, closed. ''

Puck groans but complies. What else could she do?

With a mischievous grin on her face Quinn sneaks up behind Puck and flourishes the shaving cream aerosol can in the air, before spraying an ungodly amount on the sides of Puck's head.

She couldn't contain her laughter when Puck jumped nearly a foot in the air and opened his eyes at the unfamiliar sensation on his now sensitive head.

'' What's that for!'' Puck cries indignantly.

''Its shaving cream, la-duh'' Quinn replies, holding the pink disposable razor in front of his eyes..

'' Oh God…'' He groans.

'' What? '' Quinn asks innocently, '' you said I could do whatever I liked? Plus, your Mohawk isn't done yet. '' She points at his head, how it went spike – which was the actual Mohawk, and then at how it went into stubble. There was no real really hairless part. '' That is so not a real 'Hawk Puck. It needs to go Mohawk, and then like no hair- ''she grins '' - and I mean like, No hair. ''

'' I am beginning to regret that promise …'' Puck mutters, Quinn laughs,

'' You're so not. ''

Quinn smiles, thoroughly enjoying the experience of shaving her best friends head. She slides the pink razor behind his ears and up down and across his head until it was completely, utterly hairless, apart from the lines of stubble she allowed graciously in her opinion, to survive, next to his Mohawk.

10 minutes later when all the remaining hair on Puck's head had been shamefully removed with a pink razor, and all the left over cream washed down the sink, Puck stands drying his single strip of hair with a towel, realising that Quinn had, had a point, it did look better, even though it felt weirder, when the sides were completely bald.

When Quinn once again enters, holding something else close to his eyes.

'' What's that?'' He asks, his eyes narrowed suspicious of the container.

'' It's tanning moisturiser''

''Quinn! ''

''What?! This is a great idea!''

'' Quinn, you have already, shaved, cut, and covered my head with cream. Do you really need to add that?''

'' Yes.''

Puck gives a half-hearted glare. '' Why? ''

'' Do you want to have a really pale head for people to laugh at?''

Puck glowers. ''No…''

Puck looks in the mirror. Quinn, he sighs, did have another valid point. His face was smoothly tanned while his bald head was shamefully pale.

''Then let me add the tanning moisturiser. ''

Puck sighs. '' Fine.''

Quinn giggles as Puck complies and sits still while she rubbed the product into his skin. She bent in close to his ear and whispers gently, '' you actually look alright with a Mohawk… ''

When Puck didn't answer, Quinn looks down and laughed silently, Puck was pretty much asleep. When she is finished she gently jolts him awake, smirking kindly. As he looks at her groggily she raises her eyebrow.

'' What? You are really, really good at that. And I am so tired… ''

Quinn chuckles at him fondly, she really did love Puck. ..

Puck thought about it, that time so long ago when he and Quinn were inseparable…

He missed that time, and when she woke up, because she had to wake up, Puck would not waste another second.

Wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his tux, after a few minutes of contemplating silence, despite it all, a watery chuckle fell past his lips. '' I just came from a wedding.''

The girl sat beside him in the hallway, her hands wrapping around her middle protectively. She whispered quietly, only to the boy beside her '' I just came back from a sonogram.''

Both soaked up this new information, not asking more of each other.

Puck spoke up again in a stronger but still wavering voice; '' I always thought that, well, no matter what happened, me and her, we were meant to be together… I guess- '' He paused, taking a deep rattling breath, '' Well if anything, It'd be me and her getting hitched back there. – '' He laughed a cruel rueful laugh, and looked the reddish, brown haired girl in the eyes, and snorted sadly, '' At least defiantly instead of Rachel and Finn at this age.''

The crushing great sadness and fear for Quinn that constantly threatened to overthrow him was eased by his heartfelt confessions… As if admitting them was making it true for both parties…

Puck was glad to talk aloud about it. No great weight has been dramatically lifted of him, but it was helping. Nothing but Quinn could fill the hollow silence inside his heart, but talking about all of it to a complete stranger somehow, somehow made a tiny bit better.

The girl beside him seemed to share the same notion, as she spoke again in an impossibly lonely and sad voice, '' I always thought that no matter what happened, Matt would love me.' Her voice broke on the last word and she sniffed, a tear escaping her as she thought about her predicament.

Puck took the shaking girl's hand warmly in his; and with their hearts opened to the world the two at last exchange names.

'' I'm Puck.''

'' I'm Amy.''

Neither knew what the other was going through, at all. Amy still had no idea who Quinn was, where she was, what happened and if she was alive.

Puck still knew nothing of the girl, the only person in the ward who had stopped to comfort him, who Matt was, what was happening in her life, and why she was pregnant. But, it didn't matter.

Puck's voice cracked as he delivered the vital piece of information. '' Quinn got in a car crash… '' His ragged breathing is undisturbed for a few minutes as he tried to pull himself together. Amy didn't push him; he will do it in his own time

. '' – and, a-and the bloody doctors won't tell me what happened j-just because I am not blood.''

Tears ran freely again down Puck's face, and he still had no idea why he was disclosing his life troubles in a random pregnant teenager who had hugged him, but he had to get it out of him, it was choking him inside. '' But I am though…. I am! I am her, h- her baby's daddy…'' Puck's head sank to his knees and he wrapped his arm around them, his world was falling apart but he was still desperately trying to hold it together.

Amy froze at this information, her hand absent-mindedly traveling to her belly. What? The boy on the floor beside her, no matter how curious she was, he was so clearly broken, and she could not bring herself to ask. So instead she offered all the comfort she can and enveloped him again in a hug.

Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap! Brittney raced through the halls, her cellphone wedged against her ear, as she desperately prayed for Puck to pick up his cellphone. She had no idea where Puck was but he was the only one that could help her. He had to pick up, this was a bloody emergency. It ran once then twice then…

''Hello? ''

'' Puck I really, really need your help, it's an emergency, it's –'' She took a deep ragged breath before continuing, '' It's Santana –''

Puck froze. Oh crap. Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap. This could not be freaking happening. But of course it was.

'' Okay, I – '' He took a deep worried breath, the weight of the world on his shoulders. '' Okay, I'll help you find her… ''

Puck clenches the piece of paper hard in his hand as he hurries through the halls of the hospital. He had to find Santana… Before she did something she would regret.

Puck scans the crumpled paper Amy had handed him and finds that it is her cellphone number; the girl had hugged him, and handed it to him. Letting him know, if he ever needed her, she would be there. Puck's chest had swelled with the sentiment and likewise told her the same, writing on her wrist in brash handwriting his number, before he had left, his heart filled with sorrow and his head filled with worry...

Brittney heard a crash and a stream of angry Spanish shouting… She snapped her head up, alert, and hurried in the direction of the noise. She felt a sparkle of hope rise is her chest; she recognized that voice… it was Santana, it had to be…

She quickened her pace, navigating her way through the seemingly endless maze of corridors, she would travel anything, cross all the oceans of the world, she would scour the earth and fight all of mankind, to find her girlfriend…. There was no way in hell that any hospital staff could get in her way now…

I am so sorry for not updating. This chapter, and the next chapter were so confusing and took me ages to write :P I will update the next chapter when its all complete, but it'll be after christmas cus we are going to holiday! Woop! Rarotonga baby!

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