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Chapter 10: Need You Now

Quinn rested her head against the window, her head throbbing from all the crying. Puck looked over at her, his heart continuing to break. He hadn't meant for this happen, for her to not only lose Sam, but also be humiliated in front of all their friends. He felt like shit, which was something new for him since he rarely felt anything like that, ever.

"Quinn," he said, placing a hand on her knee, "relax, please?"

She rested her hand on his, not saying a word. Puck focused his attention on the road again, trying to concentrate on driving.

"Are you okay?"

Puck was confused by her question. She was asking him if he was okay?

"Am...I okay? Uh yeah, why wouldn't I be," he said, turning onto Quinn's street.

"He punched you pretty hard," she said, stroking his hand with her fingertips. This made him feel good, knowing she actually cared about him.

"I'm alright, he only got me in the stomach. And I've got rock hard abs."

"Hmm."

Her lack of response made Puck frown as he pulled in front of her house, and by the looks of it no one was home.

"Are your parents here?" he asked, putting the car in park and taking the key out of the ignition.

"No...they went away for the weekend. So I'll be here alone for the next two days," Quinn replied, staring out the window at the empty, unlit house.

Puck wasn't sure if that was an invitation, so to be on the safe side he decided not to answer. They sat there in silence for what seemed like an hour when finally Quinn spoke up.

"I guess I better go. Thanks for driving me home," she said, unlocking her car door.

"Are you gonna be alright?" Puck asked, his hands and eyes glued to the steering wheel. He couldn't bear to look up at her, he couldn't bear to see her upset.

"I don't know," she whispered, her voice breaking. Puck looked up and saw her eyes glistening with tears. Before Quinn could erupt into a heaving sob, Puck had left the car and walked around, taking her out gently and picking her up in his arms.

"Give me the keys," he said soothingly, and she fished around in her bag for them as they approached her front door. She handed them to him and he unlocked the door, flipping on the light switch. He closed the door and headed upstairs for her bedroom, Quinn's arms now tight around his neck. He slowly opened her bedroom door and walked to her bed, placing her down gently. He found her blanket and placed it over her, giving her a quick kiss on the forehead before turning to leave.

"I need you," Quinn said quietly, but loud enough that Puck could hear her. He turned to her, her face dimly lit by the moonlight coming in through the window.

"Then I'm not leaving," he said, turning back around and climbing into bed with her. She moved over and he slid under the blanket, taking her in his arms.

"I'm so...sorry Noah," she sobbed, leaning her head on his chest as she shook uncontrollably. He didn't even care that she had called him Noah, he just wanted to comfort her.

"You have nothing to be sorry about," he responded, tightening his hold on her and leaning his head against hers. "I'm sorry I fucked up things for you and Sam...I'm...such a fuck up."

"Stop it. No you aren't," Quinn said, her head shooting up. I'm the one who decided to cheat, it's my fault, don't you dare try to take any blame." He nodded, and she leaned back into him. They laid there silent, and as Quinn started falling asleep in his arms, Puck began to realize he was seriously falling for this girl, but he knew he didn't deserve her.

~000~

Quinn woke up in the middle of the night, wondering how long she had been sleeping. She sat up, forgetting that Puck was sleeping next to her.

"Babe? You okay?" he asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes and sitting up next to her.

"Yeah...actually I am," she said, and she meant it. Even though she should feel like shit, she felt really good with Puck there, it just felt right.

"Do you need something?" he asked, yawning. She giggled at how cute he was when he was basically half asleep.

"I don't need anything...but I do want something."

"What is it?"

She leaned over and kissed him, feeling her heart burst with emotion. She wanted to continue kissing him, it felt so right. But she knew they had to stop, it just wasn't the right time for this. She pulled away and laid back down, waiting for him to lay down too.

"You know," Puck started to say, laying down and pulling her into him, "I could be a really good boyfriend to you, if you let me."

"I know," she said, kissing the base of his neck. "I just need some time."

"I understand. I just want you to know I actually care about you...you were never just a fling to me."

"I know, Puck. And to be honest, you were never just a fling to me either." Quinn smiled and Puck reciprocated, smiling as he kissed her forehead. He wrapped his arms around her and she leaned into him, falling into a blissful sleep.

~000~

Puck woke up first this time, turning over to check his phone. 11:35 his phone said, and he groaned as he tossed it aside and turned back to Quinn. She looked so pretty sleeping, peaceful too. To think he had caused this girl pain crushed him, but knowing that despite all of that she had still needed him made him feel just the tiniest bit better.

"Puck?" Quinn's eyes fluttered open as she smiled at him, making his heart beat.

"Yes?" He kissed her forehead, and she responded by kissing his cheek.

"Thank you for staying with me," she whispered, her eyes meeting his. He moved a strand of hair away from her face, and the simple touch made her melt.

"No problem," he said softly. Quinn had never seen such a sweet side of Puck, but she really liked it. Just as she was about to kiss him her phone went off, buzzing three times to let her know she had a new message. Sorry, she mouthed, and she turned over to check her phone. The message was from Rachel.

We need to talk.

We need to talk? Quinn thought. She replied back quickly, wondering what she and Rachel could possibly need to discuss.

About what?

As she waited for a reply she turned back to Puck, kissing the tip of his nose.

"Who texted you?" he asked, suddenly intrigued. Quinn had looked a little disturbed after reading the message, and he wanted to know why.

"It was Rachel...she said we need to talk."

"About what?"

The buzzing of Quinn's phone interrupted their conversation.

It's about Sam.

Quinn's heart began to race. Rachel needed to talk to her about Sam? Though she was unsure of why they needed to talk about him, she caved in. She replied to Rachel, requesting they meet up.

Meet me at the coffee shop in 30 minutes.

She put her phone on her nightstand and got out of bed, heading for her bathroom.

"Quinn? What's going on?"

"I'm meeting Rachel in half an hour...she wants to talk about Sam," she called out to him.

"Oh." Puck didn't know what else to say. He knew this shouldn't hurt him, he was the other guy after all. Maybe a part of him had hoped that she would forget about Sam and get over him quickly, but he knew that was wishful thinking.

"I'm sorry. But afterwards do you want to get lunch or something?" Quinn asked, walking into the room with just a towel on. Puck had to control his urges; this wasn't the time to be getting turned on.

"Uh sure...sure that's fine. I'll just let myself out," he replied, getting out of the bed and putting on his jacket.

"Puck." Quinn walked over, taking Puck's jacket off for him. She got close and whispered in his ear.

"I need your help in the shower..."

Puck smirked, looking at Quinn. The girl was such a tease, but he just couldn't resist her.

"I guess I could be of assistance then."

Wow! What is Rachel going to say to Quinn? How will she react? Are her and Puck going to get together? Review review review and maybe you'll find out! ;)

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