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"Robyn?"

Puck could only stare as his jaw hit the bar, squinting and closing his eyes tightly as he rubbed his lids hard before opening them again. There, only a few feet away, stood Robyn, same big red hair, same big red smile. She was dressed in the tightest jeans Puck had ever seen on a woman with an equally tight white tank top, her hands on her hips as she tapped her foot.

"Puck! You silly boy, acting like you don't know me!"

Puck could only mumble as continued to stare, trying his best to figure out the scene before him and what the hell was happening. Was she real? And was she really back in Lima? Puck looked down to the shot glass in his hand, not thinking he had had that many, before turning to the bartender and pulling him close.

"You see her too right?" he whispered, the bartender nodding oddly and flashing Puck a sideways glance before turning away. Puck looked back to Robyn who was now walking towards him, outstretching her arms and ready to take him in.

"Well are you just gonna sit there or are you gonna show me how much you missed me?"

"Uh," Puck mumbled awkwardly, not having any chance to answer or flee as Robyn leaned down and pressed herself against him, "H-hi Robyn?"

"Hi hun!" she squealed, her mass of hair sprayed red locks engulfing and almost choking him as she squeezed him tighter, "Oh I've missed you!"

"Er yeah, ditto," Puck murmured as he pulled away hastily, "But I thought you moved away? What are you doing here?"

"Well I did silly," she said as she plopped down in the seat beside him, resting her hands on his shoulders and squeezing them tightly, "But I'm back for a visit! I am still welcome here aren't I?" Puck didn't know if he should answer or not, making a few rumbling noises as he slumped back down in his seat. The last thing he needed was this broad rattling off in his ear all night, hoping to God this would end soon so he could just go home.

"Uh, sure, I'm just-er-surprised," he answered awkwardly, now turning his head around painfully in search for an exit.

"Well how've you been sugar? And what are you doing here?" Robyn asked sweetly, batting her eyelashes as she leaned into Puck.

"I uh, I-you know," Puck murmured as he craned his neck, wondering why the fuck this bar didn't have any bigger goddamn windows, "Doing well, having a drink-"

"Doing well? That doesn't sound like a man who's happy," Robyn said sadly as she puckered her lips and cooed, "I mean are you ok?"

"Peachy," he grumbled, trying to figure out if the red sign he saw was a bathroom or exit symbol.

"Well then where's Quinn? Oh don't tell me you two broke up?" At the feel of her hand on his knee Puck jumped, turning to face Robyn and her sympathetic eyes, "I mean after everything we all went through-"

"Quinn's fine,' Puck snapped angrily, jerking his knee away as he scooted back in his chair. Rabbit hole, jetpack, a fucking trap door, Puck would take anything, anything to get away from the rambling bimbo beside him.

"Oh, well I didn't mean to upset you-"

"I'm not upset!" Puck shot back annoyed, knowing exactly what she was trying to do and not even about to fall for it, "I-"

"Oh darling you don't have to be so defensive, I just thought we could catch up is all," Robyn said wounded, playing her role as some sort of damsel in order to guilt Puck.

"I'm not being defensive-"

"But if talking about Quinn makes you this upset-" Puck could feel his face burning as he gripped his glass tightly, wanting nothing more than to cram it down her throat and for once, shut her the fuck up.

"Stop talking about Quinn," Puck interjected, glaring at Robyn as her mouth gaped open, "Just-just stop."

"Oh Puck," Robyn said as she leaned into him, rubbing her fingertips over the sensitive part of his neck as she whispered in his ear, "Really hun, what's wrong? You're so tense-"

"I'm always tense," Puck cut in, shaking his head in hopes her hand would fall, "And nothing is wrong, so stop prying."

"Oh Puck I'm not prying," Robyn said lightly as she continued to stroke his skin, "But I am worried. I mean here you sit alone, at a dirty bar, throwing back drinks. I don't think I've ever seen such a sadness in your eyes." Puck looked at her as she continued to caress him, cursing her and her freak ability to read him.

"I'm fine-"

"Because if you weren't ya know we could talk about it," she said lowly in his ear, her hot breath on his skin as she purred, "I could make you feel better."

"The last time you did that I had to get a shot of penicillin and drink cranberry juice for a week, so excuse my hesitance to your proposal." Robyn angrily pulled away as she slumped in her seat, cursing him loudly as she gulped down her beer.

"Screw you Puck-"

"No fucking thanks-"

"I gave you everything I had-"

"Did that include the Chlamydia-"

"I didn't have an STD-"

"Your prescription for Valtrex says otherwise-"

"You know I get it, I really do," Robyn said devilishly as she grabbed her purse, "Things are clearly not working with Quinn, obviously you finally realize that I'm as good as it gets and you're in denial-"

"That I ever touched you, always-"

"So you're here, lashing out, trying to drive the pain away from your broken relationship-"

"It's not broken but keep talking and you won't be able to say the same about your face-"

"Oh you're so bad Puck, such a badass man, and yet here you are weeping away like a child over your precious Quinn-"

"Fuck off Robyn-"

"And you know the worst part? Poor little Beth has to call you her father, can't even handle one fight and off you run. You're pathetic."

"Hey Robyn," Puck called as she stormed away, the redhead stopping and glaring at her ex, "Just because you're daddy doesn't care doesn't mean you should take it out on the ones of us who do. And speaking of fight, your face really improved after what Quinn did to it." Robyn's jaw dropped as Puck smiled at her defeat, flinging a twenty on the bar and shoving past her.

He made his way to his truck and crawled in, slamming the door in frustration and banging the steering wheel. Fuck Robyn and fuck all the bullshit she said, she didn't know him or his life and yet for some reason her comment had stung. Puck continued to fight with himself over her words, calling her a stupid whore yet knowing deep down she'd actually been kinda right. He had just run, away from Quinn, away from Beth, away from the first real problem they'd ever really had. The one time his family had actually needed him and where was he? No seriously, where the fuck was he, Puck was clueless as to how the hell or where the hell he had gotten himself. He continued to bang on his truck as he groaned in frustration, that stupid cunt maybe actually having a point for the first time in her life.

Yeah, he was pissed and hurt and angry and sad, but now he felt guilt rising in his chest and making him feel worse. As if that wasn't bad enough, Robyn had also made a point about Quinn. He had never, throughout their entire marriage, ever spoken to her the way he had that night. He remembered their faces, how scared and upset they were, Puck now kicking himself for being such an asshole. Granted he knew he was entitled to how he felt, he had after all been lied to and deceived, but he wasn't exactly the only one hurting, and worse? Fucking Robyn had brought him to the goddamn light. Maybe he was only seeing things this way to spite and prove her wrong but whatever, either way he was realizing that his decision to just leave hadn't been right. But he had told Beth he loved her, right? He thought he had, and that'd he be there for her, right? He'd said that, he thought, but he wanted them to know he had meant it. He wanted Beth to know he wasn't a shitty dad, his dad or Quinn's dad, and that he would be there no matter what she did. Puck cursed himself as he sped out of the parking lot, trying like hell to figure out his way back home.

The house was dark when he arrived, four o'clock flashing on his cell as he shoved it into his pocket. He climbed out quietly as he walked up the drive, opening the door slowly and peering in. The living room was empty as well as the kitchen, Puck walking towards his room to see a light shining under the crack. He lightly pushed the door open and stopped abruptly, the sight before him breaking his heart.

There on their bed were his wife and daughter, Beth curled up inside Quinn's arms as they slept. Around them lay their house and cell phones, both girls having kept them on all night in hopes of hearing from him. Puck slid down the wall and sat down on the floor, cursing himself as he watched them sleep. He didn't even know what he should feel or do anymore, letting himself drift off to sleep as his emotions waged on.

Quinn opened her eyes to find a mass of blonde locks in her way, furrowing her brow and moving them aside as she remembered why it was that Beth was in her arms. She pushed herself up with her free hand and tried to pull her other out from under Beth, the young girl moving a little but settling back down. Quinn brushed her own bangs out of her face as she squinted, the clock turning eight as she groaned. Neither her nor Beth had heard from Puck all night and Quinn was more than concerned, getting up to find the house phone and hopefully get a hold of him now. As she slid off the bed Quinn turned to find a mass on the floor, wiping the sleep from her eyes to make sure she wasn't dreaming.

There on their floor was her husband, slumped against the wall as he slept. Quinn felt relieved as she crouched down in front of him, not thrilled about the smell of whiskey on his breath but glad that he had come back home. She rubbed her fingers across his cheek as she sighed, Puck's eyes fluttering open a little at her touch. She offered a small smile as she rubbed his hands, Puck moving to get up as Quinn pulled him. They made their way into the kitchen quietly, Quinn wondering what he would say as Puck contemplated the same.

"I'm sorry," they both said at the same time, Quinn shocked at him as Puck avoided her stare. She hadn't actually expected him to speak to her at all, much less utter some sort of apology.

"Puck-"

"I know I need to let you talk for once," Puck said as he once again cut her off, "but let me say this first." Quinn nodded as she leaned against the counter, anxious and terrified of what he was about to say.

"I'm not ok with this, not one bit," he said as he shook his head, already clenching his jaw as he spoke, "I don't like being lied to and kept in the dark, and I certainly don't like when it's my own family doing it." Quinn felt her stomach tighten as he stepped towards her, wondering when the "I'm sorry" part would come into play and hoping to God it was soon.

"But as much as I don't like it, what I hate even more is how I acted." Quinn's head shot up as she turned towards Puck, a little baffled to see guilt in his eyes as he sighed.

"I shouldn't have left Quinn," he mumbled sadly, "I always gotta prove how much I'm not like my old man and when the prime opportunity came I fucked it up. And I know, proving shit isn't what's important right now, but I just wish I had done things different." Quinn stepped towards him cautiously as he continued, rubbing his arms as she pulled him close.

"I should've hugged her longer or told her it was ok or something, done all those things your dad didn't when you needed him and I didn't and I just fucked the whole thing up."

"Puck-"

"I know what it's like to go through this, I remember Mike's couch when my mom found out," Puck said as he smirked, "But I also remember that she forgave me and she was there for me because she knew I was just a stupid kid. Beth's in the same shoes as we were and as much as I hate that, and I mean I really fucking hate it, I know what she needs now and it's not an absent father who's pissed because he was the last to know."

"I swear I didn't want it that way-"

"I know Quinn, I know. I know you wouldn't lie about this…again," he joked, Quinn kicking him in the shin as he finally smiled.

"And look I'm not saying that because I feel guilty everything is just ok," Puck corrected, "I'm still hurt and pissed and I swear to God I will rip Balen's balls off the next time I see him. But Beth, Beth doesn't need all that crap right now, we both know what she needs and for her I guess-I guess I'll have to figure out how to be ok with this." Quinn smiled as she pulled him down, Puck slowly returning the hug as she kissed his cheeks.

"I didn't mean to leave, I swear to God, but she does know I love her right?" he asked Quinn as he pulled away, looking almost childlike as he reassured himself, "I mean she does know I'm here right? I mean I'm not mad at her, I'm mad at the situation and I thought I said that but then again I was so pissed-"

"You told her Puck, you did," Quinn said as she rubbed his shoulders, " You told her you loved her I promise. And you didn't act like my dad or your dad ok? You didn't throw Beth out and you didn't abandon her. You hugged her and you let her know you would be here. Yeah, you left, but Beth understood you needed some time and she didn't doubt for one second that you weren't coming back."

"She didn't?" he smiled, lighting up a little as Quinn tried to make him feel better, "Did you?"

"No…well-ok, for a minute," Quinn said hesitantly, "But I would've understood. And Puck I was going to tell you I swear-"

"Quinn-"

"But I needed to be sure, I needed to be positive about Beth-"

"I get it-"

"So I waited till we were and then the same day, the exact same day I was getting ready to tell you-"

"I believe you-"

"Right there in our room on the bed, but the phone rang and-"

"It's ok Quinn-"

"I mean I didn't even know Jacob and Kurt knew! Not until that phone rang and then you were talking to the doctor and-"

"Quinn!" Puck shouted, cupping her face and placing his thumb over her mouth, "I understand, I do. I mean I don't like it, but I know why…obviously I've been there." Quinn sighed a little as silence fell, both of them thinking about the other and what to say next.

"Did you know Finn knew?" Puck asked, Quinn's wide eyes answering for her as she sputtered.

"Finn knows? How-"

"Beth," Puck said, "I went there to vent and he told me he knew, before you, before me-"

"Wow…that's wow."

"Yeah but that's not even the weirdest part," Puck said as he chuckled, "Guess who I saw last night."

"Who?" Quinn played along, feeling easier now that Puck was back.

"Robyn." Quinn's relief was now turning into shock and anger, her own fists clenching as she sputtered.

"What?"

"Yep," Puck smiled, "Fucking Robyn."

"Fucking Robyn?"

"Fucking Robyn," he nodded, "Actually, in a weird and seriously twisted way, she kinda made me realize some things."

"Wow," Quinn agreed, "That is seriously twisted." Puck laughed as she rested against him, both of their minds boggled at how long the night had been.

"I probably need to say something to Beth huh?" Puck asked lowly.

"I think that'd be nice, yeah," Quinn agreed, "And I think it would make you feel better too." Puck nodded as he headed to their room, stopping abruptly before turning to Quinn.

"I need you to call Kurt while I'm in there ok?"

"Sure, what for?"

"Because," Puck said as he growled a little, "I think it's time we all sat down and talked about this. Together."