Here's chapter 13.

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Puck woke up determined. After Rachel left the night before, he started thinking about what to do to make things right with Quinn. He knew he wanted to keep the blonde around. He had to talk to her but he decided to sleep on that thought and if, by morning, he still felt the same way, he would go over to her.

This morning, nothing had changed, he still wanted to talk to Quinn.

He knocked on her door and she opened, thinking it was her downstairs neighbor asking the blonde to watch her cat. But once she noticed who was on the other side, she tried to close it immediately. But Puck was stronger than her, and didn't allow it.

"Quinn, please, I just want to talk to you."

"I don't want to hear anything you have to say."

"Please, let me in. I don't want you to hate me."

"You're the one that hates me. What you did to me, Puck? Hate is the only explanation."

"Maybe I'm just a jerk." He said, with his head bowed.

"You're not. I know you, I know your family. That's not who Ruth raised you to be."

Her ability to make him feel like the most disappointing human being in the world never ceased to amazed him. He never met anyone else that could make him feel this way. But maybe, that was just because he cared about what she thought, and he couldn't care less about anybody else.

"Please, Quinn, just let me in. Talk to me."

The blonde was drained. Emotionally, at least. The last two months had taken a toll on her, and she was just too tired to fight him on this. Or maybe, she just couldn't deny him anything.

Quinn opened the door and he walked in.

Puck came willing to be totally and completely honest with her. He wouldn't let his pride get in the way anymore, it had already made damage enough.

He sat on her couch and she pulled a chair to sit on. The tension was palpable in the room. He went first.

"Why did you give me the money back?"

"I don't want anything from you." He could clearly hear the anger and hurt on her voice.

"I'm sorry, I was a dick. I don't know what came over me. I think I just couldn't handle seeing you with my boss."

"I've never been more humiliated in my life. You don't get to put me down. You don't get to make me feel bad about myself or my job."

"I know. I'm sorry. I don't know what to say to make it up to you."

"There's nothing you can say to fix this."

Silence fell over them, until Puck broke it.

"Did you sleep with him?"

"Excuse me?"

"Mr. Webber, Quinn, did you sleep with him?"

The blonde could hear the desperation on his voice, but that didn't change how indignant his question made her feel.

"You don't get to ask me that. This doesn't concern you."

"Please, just tell me. I know I don't have a right to know, but I need to ask you this. I can't look at Mr. Webber the same way I did before."

Quinn's cold exterior begun to break. "Do you honestly think I could do anything else after what happened? I fixed my makeup, left the restroom and told Mr. Webber I didn't feel very well and had to go home. I didn't charge him for that night."

Puck felt better, although he could see he had made Quinn miserable. He couldn't help it, he couldn't fathom the idea of somebody else touching her the way he did.

Quinn's eyes were full of unshed tears. "Why did you do it?"

Puck was ashamed, but he had promised himself that he would tell the truth. "I wanted to hurt you. I wanted you to feel like you made me feel when you ignored me for two months. I just couldn't stand the thought that I was just another job for you." He looked dejected as he spoke. "That was all I was to you, right?"

Quinn wasn't able to hold the tears anymore. "Is that what you think? I wish you were just a job, Puck. You were so much more than that. And that's why I had to stay away. I'm an escort, Puck. Every guy has to be just a job for me. I can't afford to have feelings."

Puck felt like a weight had been lift off from his shoulders. "So, I'm not crazy, right? We actually fell for each other."

Quinn nodded. "But maybe we are both crazy. We barely know each other. We've seen each other like, seven, eight times, Puck" Her voice was full of despair.

"Call me Noah again. I miss you calling me Noah."

Quinn nodded, as a new batch of tears cascade down her face.

"Let's do it." Puck said, with finality. At Quinn's puzzled look, he elaborated. "Let's give it a try. Us."

"But, my job..."

"Quit your job. I don't care about your past, let's just, start fresh."

She shook her head. "It's not fair, asking me that. You know I love my job. Besides, I have a mortgage, I have bills to pay, I can't just quit."

"Get another job."

"It's not that simple. I don't have any other skill and all of the jobs I'd be able to get wouldn't pay half of what I make today."

"I could help you. I got a raise now, with the promotion, I could help you." He pleaded with her.

She shook her head as she began crying harder. "You know how I feel about that, Noah. You know how important it is to me, my financial independency."

He looked at her in disbelief. "You think I'd cheat on you? You think I'd do what your father did to your mother?"

"No, I don't. But what if it doesn't work out? What if, after a week together, you're sick of me and back with Rachel? Then what? I'll be alone, unemployed, and with a bunch of bills I can't pay!"

"I could never get sick of you. And Rachel, she's so out of the picture, regardless of what you thought you saw. Maybe, you just don't want this enough. Us. We will have to compromise, to do sacrifices."

The blonde started to get agitated. "Well, you could sacrifice too. I'll go to college, I'll learn a skill. Just be patient and, when I can get a job, a good job, I'll quit."

"But until then, you'll still be an escort." At Quinn's confirmation, he continued. "How is that fair to me? As much as I love you, I'm not ok with this."

Quinn didn't know if she wanted to smile or cry harder. He had just admitted out loud that he loved her. Of course, in her line of work, she heard it all the time, but this was different. Puck actually meant it.

On the other hand, they reached a crossroad, and neither of them were seeing a way out.

They stared at each other with longing, until Puck broke the silence.

"So, I guess that's it."

Quinn started sobbing. As much as she knew that this was where they were headed, hearing he say it out loud was crushing her.

"Bye, Quinn."

He was opening the door when he felt her hand on his shoulder, turning him around. She kissed him, a small, sweet kiss, and put her arms around his neck, embracing him. "Congratulations, on the promotion. I'm really proud of you."

He held her and they stayed in each other's embraced for a few minutes, before he broke it. He smiled at her, a small smile that didn't reach his eyes, and mumbled a 'thank you'.

As he left the building, Quinn could hear her heart breaking. She cried herself to sleep.