A/N: So I've had okay feedback on this story so far and I have to say I'm pretty pleased. I do believe I need to straighten out a few things, though. The first chapter is in Quinn's POV, and she is under the impression that Brittany and Santana are a couple and never broke up. She also truly believes that Puck loves her, but he is a weak man and gives into temptation too quickly. Keep in mind. He does have feelings for her and this will play a big part in this chapter.

Quinn was nervous as she made her way into the apartment. The apartment. She huffed out a laugh. She didn't even think of it as her apartment now. It was the apartment, his apartment. She could hear him in the living room, he was playing one of his games, talking to someone over his head set. He smiled when she entered the room and she smiled weakly back. She could feel the weight of what she was about to do on her chest. The betrayal she was about to utter was like acid on her tongue, yet she couldn't utter it. She took a deep breath and bee-lined toward the bedroom.

She started packing a bag, just enough for a few days; she would come back for the rest of her stuff later. Later when he wasn't here. She took a deep breath and made her way to the living room. He looked up from his game, smile in his eyes before he took in her bags. He took the head set off and put the controller down, the look in her eyes putting him on edge.

"Going somewhere, babe?" He asked, standing and turning toward her.

She gulped, her mouth suddenly too dry. "I'm leaving you Puck." She croaked out, her words catching in her throat.

"What?" He laughed, out of disbelief, out of humor, out of shock.

"I'm leaving you, Noah." She looked up them, finality in her hazel eyes.

"Why?" He said, taking a step forward.

She took a step back and held up her hand to stop him. "A couple reasons. One: I'm not happy. Two: we've both been having affairs."

His face tightened in anger, brows furrowing as he asked, "What?"

"You heard me."

"Who?"

"What?"

"Who was it? Who'd you cheat on me with?"

"You honestly expect me to tell you that?"

"Yes."

"No."

"Why the fuck not?"

"Tell me who the blonde a year ago was, or the skank in the bar who tagged you in a photo on Facebook, or how about the redhead you fucked in our bed about a month ago. Did you even wash the sheets after you were done or did you expect me to sleep on them with you that night?"

His jaw tightened and he looked away. He knew he shouldn't be angry with her. After all, she was right, he had cheated on her, multiple times.

"I love you." He said.

"And I loved you." She replied.

He sat heavily on the arm of the recliner and rubbed his hand over his face.

"Will you tell me who it was?" His voice was resigned; he knew he wasn't going to like the answer, but he needed to hear it.

"Does it matter?" She asked.

"Do you love him?"

"Yes, I love them very much."

"You never were with Santana were you? All those times you guys were having 'girl's night' you were with him, weren't you?"

"No. I was—. "She took a deep breath. "I was with her. Every time."

His face was blank for a moment before comprehension bloomed across his features. So many emotions flickered across his face so fast she only caught a few. Shock, anger, betrayal, before settling for fury.

"How could you?!" He shouted, shooting up from his position. "One of my best friends?! Are you fucking kidding me?!"

"How could I?" Her voice was low, level. "How could I what? Seek out someone who wants me and only me? Be with someone who loves me enough to not chase other skirts? Who puts aside time for me? Asks me about my day and actually listens to me?!" Her voice was rising with each word. "How could you, Puck?! How could you tell me you love me and then fuck every girl that breathes in your direction?! How could you stand to sleep in the same bed with me after you'd slept with someone else the same day in the same bed?!"

"That's not the point here—"

"Then what is?" Quinn threw her hands in the air. "We both cheated Puck. We are both in the wrong. Don't try to make one betrayal bigger than the other."

He looked as if he wanted to argue more, but he stopped himself. Instead, he stood and fled the apartment. She sighed and ran shaky hands through her hair before she took her phone out and dialed Santana's number.

"—and you're on your way now?" Santana looked up as there was a knock on the door. "Baby, you already here?"

"No, not for another five minutes."

"Oh, well, someone's at the door. Brittany probably just forgot her keys again. I'll see you in five. I love you." Her breath caught when Quinn replied with, "I love you, too."

She answered the door with the remnants of a smile on her face.

"Lopez, how long have you been fucking my girl?" She looked up at his angry face calmly.

"Do you honestly want to know?" He jerked his head in a nod. "About a year. It was supposed to be a one-time thing."

"How did it turn into this? She's leaving me for you!"

"Honestly? I don't know. I really don't."

"Fuck you, Santana. I thought you were my friend. But you're nothing but a whore." With that, he was turned around and was gone.

She sighed and shut the door. She couldn't blame Puck for being angry. Honestly, just the thought of losing Quinn hurt her more than words could say and she didn't want to imagine what he was going through. She only hoped that with time she would earn his forgiveness.

She was still by the door when Quinn knocked. She opened the door and eagerly kissed her lover. They kissed for a long moment, lost in the feeling of each other.

"I told Puck." Quinn said, her forehead pressed to Santana's. "I left him." She huffed out a disbelieving laugh and kissed her again. "I love you, Santana. I love you so much."

Santana smiled and kissed Quinn once more, uttering her love for the woman as she led her further into her flat.