-1So this chapter is when Puck and Quinn finally talk about everything. It's kind of intense but I really enjoyed writing this chapter. Hope you enjoy: )

Quinn was backing out of the driveway when she saw a familiar black truck pull up behind her. She immediately turned her ignition off and walked out of her car wearing a smile. Puck had his hand in his pockets and even seemed nervous as he approached her. He let out a breathe through his nostrils.
"Hey"
"Hi"
"I, uh, I just wanted to see if you were...doing okay."
"That was sweet of you."
He smiled at her innocence: her innocent tone and her innocent smile. They made him realize why he was working so hard to change. He couldn't disappoint her anymore.
They smiled at eachother until Quinn spoke up. "I was happy we got to see her. I...really needed to see her." She looked down and he waited for her to continue.
"I handled everything the wrong way. I had lost everything for this one person, and in the end, I lost her, too. I just wanted to forget all of it. I wanted my life back. Then when I did, I still wasn't happy."
Finally she was opening up to him, Puck thought. He'd been waiting so long for this.
"I'm sorry I pushed you away. You were only trying to be there for me."
She knew now was the time for honesty, they needed to talk about...everything. So she went on.
"I almost couldn't believe it."
He looked at her surprised.
"Do you believe me now?" he asked her worried.
"Puck, you would be sleeping around with all the Cheerios behind my back if you could."
"Quinn, are you kidding me. Haven't you seen how hard I've been working to change for myself...for you?"
Quinn began to grow frustrated. Did he just expect her to trust him overnight.
"You know what Puck, let's just let it all out now. I was pregnant , alone, feeling completely awful with myself for what I had done to Finn, living in your house, carrying your baby. I had you down my back about keeping her, making me feel more like an awful person, like I didn't care about her, like I was taking her away from you. Well you know what, when did you ever give me a reason to believe you were going be there for me, for her. Running off with Santana, after you had just kissed me or felt Beth kick."
She wasn't yelling, but there was anger in her voice. Her hands rested on her hips as she talked.
"I was so alone Puck. I had lost my family, Finn."
Puck cringed at hearing his best friends name. Was he ever going to be her first choice?
"You only cared about me when it was convenient for you."
Puck was shocked at her words . He knew he had hurt her, but he never comprehended how much until now.
He tried to keep the composure he was slowly losing. He was speechless. He finally fully understood how much pain he caused her...and how much she cared.
Quinn had seen this face before. It was the same one he wore when she left him defeated in the alcove in McKinley's halls. She wondered where that boy and his words about doing anything to be a good father went once she had moved in with him.
She needed him to say something, anything, but he stayed quiet. Finally, she spoke up.
"I think you should go."
He snapped out of it.
"Quinn" he let out a strong breathe.
"I love you."
Silence.
"I'm Noah Puckerman. I don't say that to just anybody. In fact, I never say it to anyone. Shouldn't that show you how much I care. Jesus Quinn, have you ever seen me act this way to anybody."
His hands were now out of his pockets and were moving as he talked. His voice was dark, but pleading.
"The past is the past, what's done is done. I know I hurt you and I hate thinking about it. I don't know why I said and did those things. It's just the person I was...But now I'm trying to grow and shit, and here you are still fucking pushing me away."
Puck was breathing hard as he turned towards her car.
"And you know what? I had to spend 7 months of you telling me everyday that I wasn't good enough. Not good enough to be a father, not good enough for you. You may not have said it in words, but your actions proved plenty. And you know what's the fucking icing on the cake. You running into the arms of my best friend everyday."
"He was my boyfriend." Quinn tried to defend herself, but her words only cane out a whisper. Her eyes were red and filled with tears.
"And you cheated on him with me."
Quinn glared at him and found her voice.
"And it was a mistake."
Puck scoffed.
"I know, I know. It was all a mistake. I was a mistake. Beth was a mistake. Well guess what Quinn? I would never call Beth a fucking mistake."
"Don't you dare Puck. Don't you dare go there with me. You know I would never say that!"
Both were yelling.
"Oh that's right because you never say anything at all! You ignore her which is so much better!
"Get out Puck."
Puck laughed and hit his palm against the car window.
"Go ahead. Call Sam. Cry on his shoulder, leave me in the fucking dust."
Tears were streaming down Quinn's face no matter how hard she tried to stop them. She finally let go, closed her eyes and a sob escaped her lips.
Puck couldn't control his anger. He hadn't meant the things he said, but he couldn't think straight. He needed to tell her how he felt during her pregnancy, but he hadn't realized how angry he would get. Then he saw the ring still on her finger. He was livid.
"You went to his house tonight, didn't you."
She was silent. She couldn't tell him why she went. He didn't deserve it.
"Am I ever going to be your first choice?" his voice was filled with such sadness that Quinn had to turn away.
With no answer, Puck lost it.
"Fuck you Quinn."
He then turned to leave, slammed his car door, and sped off.
Once he was gone, Quinn collapsed to the ground. She pulled her knees to her chest and leaned against her car. She was sobbing almost to the point where she couldn't breathe.
Puck had gotten all the way home before he felt hot tears roll down his face. He slammed his head against the steering wheel repeatedly, but felt no pain. He was numb. He drew one more blow to the steering wheel with his fist, and began sobbing into his hand. He hadn't cried since the day his father left. Crying was for the weak, and Noah Puckerman was not weak. But today he was. He had no right to say those things to her. He had hurt her enough. God why was he such a fucking screw up. He was trying to change, most of all for Quinn, and whenever he was with her he just fucked it up.
He had to go back. He had never felt like such trash as he did now. He sped off to her house and was their in 5 minutes. He jumped out of his car and found her on the ground. Her crying had stopped and she didn't look sad anymore.
She never looked up as he ran and fell to his knee beside her.
"Quinn-"
"Stop" she whispered, eyes still not on his.
"We both have treated each other poorly."
"I shouldn't have said those things."
"They needed to be said, we got everything out today."
"I didn't have to say those things about Sam."
"Please stop talking."
Puck nodded. He sat next to her and sighed. He rested his head against her car and closed his eyes."
Quinn just wanted the fighting to stop. She missed being able to have a conversation with him these past couple of months. When she talked to him she didn't have to worry about how she was perceived. She would just be herself. She hadn't had that comfort for a while now, not even with Sam.
She turned her head towards him. She saw that he had been crying and a breathe hitched in her throat. She loved him. She was certain now.
But it scared her...a lot. She still needed time to process the events of today. She just needed time.
"I'm going to go in ."
She smiled so he knew she was okay.
"Alright." he nodded. He was disappointed that she wanted to leave, but her smile would make him go along with anything.
She walked to her house and waved when she got to the door. Oh the emotional roller coaster that boy would put her through.

So this chapter was angst, but next chapter has some cute Puck and Quinn. Please review and tell me what you thought:)