So, this is the last chapter.

I'd like to thank everyone who read this fic, and I truly hope that you had as much fun as I did writing it.

I hope you like it, and I'd love to hear what you thought about it, constructive criticism is very welcomed!

5 YEARS LATER

Puck sat on his desk at the law firm. There were many stacks of paper taking over his table, which made it hard for him to find his phone once it started ringing.

He found it and smiled when he saw the caller's id.

"Phill, what's up?"

Mr. Webber, Puck's boss, called him over to his office last year, to have a serious talk. Puck panicked immediately, thinking he would be fired, but turned out that Mr. Webber wanted him to be in charge of the office. The older man would still be the president of the company, but the only thing he would do was sign some papers when he had to. Turns out he was tired of working and wanted to spend more time with his grandchildren, enjoy his family, so Puck would be responsible for everything else. He couldn't help but think about his mother. After Sarah had Noel, Ruth left him alone for a while, but lately she started grilling him again about grandkids. Couldn't she be happy with the one she got?

"Puckerman! I'm just calling to tell you that I'm going away for a few weeks and won't be around to sign anything."

"Where are you off to this time?"

"I'm taking my family to Thailand."

"Sounds great. Have fun, Phill. I'll manage without you here."

"Thanks, Puckerman. I know you will. And good luck at NYU. It's today, isn't it?"

"Thanks. Yes, it's today. Actually, I'm going right now."

"I don't wanna keep you any longer. Bye!"

"Have fun on your trip, Phill. Bye."

Every now and then, Puck was invited to give lectures in universities, since he was the one in charge of a successful company. And he didn't speak only to law students, his lectures were about motivation, reaching goals and running your own business, whether it was a big company or a hot dog stand.

As he left the office, he smiled thinking about his life. Who would've thought he would be this successful? Probably, not even his mother. Growing up, Puck believed he would have a crappy job and watch his best friends leading successful careers. Life turned great for him. Everything fell into place, and he was genuinely happy, accomplished. At least when it came to his job.

His personal life was great too. His mother was happy, spending a lot of time with his nephew. His best friends were a constant on his life and, as for love, he still had a different woman every week, but he was happy with that. He's only wanted to be in a lasting relationship once before, and it didn't turned out very well. He used to think about it a lot, believing he would never love anyone like that again, but eventually he got over it.

When Puck got to the auditorium on NYU, the place was already filled with students and some teachers. There were around 400 people in there, and he felt pride swelling inside of him. There were actually 400 people that wanted to hear what he had to say. That was quite an accomplishment.

He spoke for 45 minutes, and then answered questions from many students. 15 minutes later, a teacher informed that their time was up. The students started to leave and he started gathering his things, so he could leave too. That's when he heard a voice behind him.

"Puckerman... Is that Jewish?"

He turned around and there she was, smiling at him. She looked breathtaking, even better than he remembered. But maybe she always looked this great, his memory just wasn't doing her justice. Or maybe, he was just imagining things. He couldn't believe his eyes.

"Quinn? Wow, what are you doing here?"

"I'm actually a student here."

He smiled the biggest smile she had ever seen on him.

"That's amazing!"

"And the best part is that I'm not the oldest person in my classes."

" I'm really proud of you. What's your major?"

She smiled knowingly before answering "Psychology."

"Psychology. Who would have thought..." he said, ironically.

"Just you, apparently. My mother was shocked when I told her."

"You're talking to your mother again?"

"Yes. A lot changed since we last spoke."

The two locked eyes and smiled at each other.

"I'd love to hear about it". Puck said.

"Do you want to get out of here?"

He nodded. "I know just the place we could go."

Quinn smiled as they entered the familiar coffee shop. Of course Puck would bring her here.

"You were great today. You know, speaking to everyone... You looked very confident, and very convincing. Everyone was entranced by you." She said smiling.

Puck smiled back. "Thanks. I really appreciate it. But I really want to know what you're up to. You're going to college, you're talking to your mother again..."

"Wow, I see you're still the same straight to the point, no small talk Puck."

"And you keep trying to procrastinate all the serious talk." He retorted, smiling playfully.

She smiled back. "I guess some things never change."

"And some do, which is exactly why we are here right now."

Quinn was taken aback by what he said. She had forgotten how direct he could be. That sentence held so much meaning...

Anyway, she started telling him everything. After their talk, five years ago, she realized she'd have to actually learn some other skill. She couldn't be an escort forever, she would get old and it would be difficult to find clients. Besides, she wanted to start a family soon, and that wasn't a good job to have with a baby at home, since you'd have to work most nights.

She had enough money saved to pay for college so she decided she would enroll. She wasn't sure about the major, so she looked around for information about possible careers, and turned out she really thought she would enjoy psychology.

She loved it. On her third year, she was involved in a project about Dependent Personality Disorder and it made her think of her mother. This particular disorder is described as a pervasive and excessive need to be taken care of that leads to a submissive and clinging behavior as well as fears of separation. Quinn had a hunch that Judy might suffer from it, so she decided to reach out. She wanted to help her mother badly.

At first, Judy refused to listen to Quinn, she refused to believe that she had a problem. But the younger woman wouldn't give up. She called her mother daily and even went to Savannah once, to try to make Judy listen. It had been over ten years since Quinn's been to Georgia, so it was a real big deal for her.

Eventually, Quinn convinced her mother to get help and she obliged. Halfway through her treatment, Judy decided to leave Russell, realizing that he had been taking advantage of the fact that she's been sick all this years. He didn't care about what she wanted or her opinions, he cheated on her every chance he got, knowing she wouldn't leave him because of her fear of abandonment.

Quinn invited Judy to come live with her in New York, and she agreed to it. She could finish her treatment in the city and she wouldn't be alone, Quinn would be with her all the steps of the way. That's when they really connected, and Judy was much better now.

Puck interrupted her:

"Is your mother ok with your job?"

"What do you mean?"

"Does she know you're an escort?"

Quinn smiled, knowing that Puck was fishing for information.

"I quit the job last year, Puck. I've been interning ever since. The alimony my mother gets from my father covers all the costs we have, so we're doing ok."

Puck smiled and kept nodding, like he was registering the information and that was all he needed to know. "Call me Noah again."

Quinn smiled, answering an ok.

"So, when are we doing this again?" He asked, in that flirty tone she was so familiar with.

She knew what that sentence meant. He was suggesting that they pick things up where they left off, forgetting about all the hurtful things they did and said to each other.

The blonde looked straight into his eyes, with a small smile gracing her lips. "Just like that?" Quinn sometimes forgot what a simple creature Puck actually was.

Puck nodded. "Just like that."

She thought for a moment, before her smiled turned into a toothy grin. "Ok."

He mirrored her grin. "Ok. Ok."

That's it. I do believe that time heals all wounds! :D