So... sorry i haven't updated yet. but here is the third part of the story. It kind of makes it complete in my mind, I haven't really gotten any idea for how to continue it and am still deciding if i want to.

Hope you all had a happy new years and that you enjoy this last chapter :)

He hasn't talked to his best friend in 4 days. He couldn't really call him his best friend anymore, because he's pretty sure that's not what their supposed to do.

He hasn't said anything to him since he came back at Sectionals, hasn't looked at him. He ignores him at Glee, tries not to listen at his voice piercing through every song they sing. He's pretending Noah Puckerman didn't ever exist.

He hasn't really talked to Quinn since she left his house, but it's not like it is with Puck. Sometimes he looks at her and they share a glance. Sometimes she'll say hi and he'll nod. He'll remember that she apologised. She cried. Puck did nothing.

He walks into the bathrooms and sees him standing in front of the mirror, straightening up his Mohawk before class.

He catches his gaze in the mirror and turns around automatically, ready to walk out. There are other bathrooms. He doesn't even have to go that bad.

"Wait!" His voice stops him, freezes him even though his hand is already up to push the door open. He's not sure why he stopped, why he would want to hear anything he has to say. But he does. So he turns back around. But he doesn't say anything, he's not ready to say anything. He just stares at this person he used to know.

He knows he's taller than him, taller than everyone. But at this moment, Puck looks absolutely tiny.

Puck swallows his words once or twice, obviously rehearsing in his head what he wants to say. He waits. "Look, I know I screwed up, okay? I was shit friend - "

"We're not friends." He cuts him off and even he's surprised by his words. As soon as he says it he feels a little better. Catharsis, he thinks his mom said it was called.

Puck looks like he's going to cry, which he's pretty sure he's never done before. Ever. And for a second he feels bad, but a moment later he remembers and wants to punch him again.

He holds back and Puck gets over himself and continues, "Dude, I screwed up big time. I get that. I don't want you to forgive me, I don't deserve that. I just... I'm sorry. I want you to know. I'm sorry."

Finn thinks this is possibly the most heartfelt thing Puck has ever said in his life. He is still staring at him; his eyes piercing through all that tough guy, trying to remember the Noah he knew when he was a kid.

"Okay." He says finally. It's the only thing he can think of. It's not okay, not even close. But, okay, i heard you.

Puck just stares back now. And he turns to leave again, this time stopping again at the same place. But this time it's his own doing.

He turns around and he can tell Puck's surprised, "Was she just another booty call?"

It surprises both of them, "What?"

"I need to know if you ruined... everything because you wanted to check her off your list."

They just stare at each other, knowing that it's a fair enough question. He's not offended or disturbed. That's who he is. They both know that. Or he should've have known that. Puck runs his hand across his mohawk, glancing in the mirror, before looking back at him.

"No." Puck says finally. His hands are in his pockets and he looks uncertain. But his voice is steady and they both believe what he says.

Finn's not sure if he wanted to know that answer or not. He's not sure how it makes it better. But that's all he has now. That and Glee. No football, no girlfriend, no best friend.

"Okay," he says again and without looking at him he walks out of the bathroom into the busy hallway. It's full of students doing their own thing, living their own lives and as he walks to class he's content to just look over them.

Surviving is what's important, that what his mom said. And that's what he's going to do.