This chapter focusses on Quick! I hope you enjoy it and thank you SO much for all the reviews and story alerts. They made my absolute day a hell of a lot better. I got all the emails before I went into an English exam, so you made me believe I could do it! Thank you SO much. It would be amazing if you could repeat that for this chapter? Enjoy...

'But I drowned all those feelings in the flood...'

Puck held onto Quinn tight, like she was the last thing he had in this shitty world. He was sounding more pansy then badass now, but maybe situations like this did that to you. Everything didn't seem real. One minute, he was making jokes to Matt about Finn, the next everyone was being told to get the fuck outside and BAM he was damn straight in the middle of a life and death situation. A life and death game where three of his best friends may have just lost. A year ago, Puck hated most of these people. He wouldn't have given a flying fuck if they'd gotten out of that building alive. Quite frankly, he'd have probably still been throwing slushies in their faces and chucking them in dustbuins. But – and he wouldn't admit this to anybody, ever – he kinda liked them. It was cool feeling accepted instead of being badass constantly. They didn't care what he was like as long as he was their friend and Puck though maybe it was better being someone's friend then someone's enemy. Even if you looked like a wimp. So now Matt was missing in action, Berry (he cared about her, even if he said she made him want to light himself on fire) had never left the building and Finn had gone in to find them, well, a little bit of him was slowly being crushed to death inside.

Puck knew Finn was in to Berry. It didn't take a genius to work it out, but it still surprised the hell out of him when Finn went back in after her. Finn never seemed like the type of guy to risk his life for a chick? Sometimes Puck wondered if Finn knew the difference between the real world and video games. It was like he thought he'd set it to 'unlimited lives' mode. Shit, he spent that much time on them it was questionable. Puck didn't notice when Finn had grown a pair. The Finn Hudson he knew would never have the balls to do that. A few months ago, Finn Hudson didn't have the balls to date a gleek because he was afraid to damage his reputation. Still, maybe you never show your true colours until the situation asks for it.

He looked around at his fellow friends. Mike was wiping his mouth with a disgusted yet horrified look on his face. Mercedes and Kurt were slumped on a wall, talking to each other quickly with serious looks on their faces. Santana had taken Brittany to one side and it looked as if she was explaining what was really happening. Brittany's face was changing from one of peace to one filled with tears and pain. Tina was sat there silently – it looked as if she was in shock – and Artie held on to her hand. He was shaking his head, as if he was having difficulty comprehending what was happening. Puck felt for the guy, he'd seen more pain and horror then everybody else in this whole school.

He felt a growing wet patch on his shoulder.

"Quinn?" Puck whispered into her ear, a worried look etched onto his face. Puck may come across as badass, but Quinn Fabray was the only exception. He loved her.

"I'm just so upset, Puck. I can't even begin... Matt's trapped in there and everybody loves Matt. He's so nice! Rachel's trapped in there and I know I've never liked her but this? No-one deserves this! And Finn, oh my GOD, Finn was okay. But no, he had to go back in! Fuck, I mean seriously? Why did he have to go back in?" Quinn was growing hysterical by this point, her pale face was red and blotchy and stained with tears.

"I don't know baby, I really don't know..." Puck grabbed Quinn, holding her tight and rocking her as she sobbed. He glanced towards the school, and although he had imagined burning the place down, very seriously several times, he'd never seen a sight so horrific. Fire engines and ambulances were scattered outside; fire fighters tackling the blaze from the west side. Ambulances stood on standby, ready to assist when the... deceased (Puck didn't even want to say it) and injured were pulled out. After a few minutes of staring at the building, he tore his eyes away. Quinn seemed to have stopped sobbing as hysterically as before and was instead taking big, shuddering gasps.

"Quinn? We're getting the fuck out of here!" He let go of her and grabbed her hand. It was sweaty, but he didn't care. He looked up at her beautiful porcelain face to see her gorgeous features. He decided he liked her eyes best today, her perfect green eyes. If he looked at them long enough, he could get lost in them. Maybe that's how he could get through this? Picking one of Quinn's perfect features every day and getting lost in her forever and ever...

"What? Don't you want to see if they're okay..." Quinn faltered, breaking through his train of thought. She was torn, torn between wanting to ensure the safety of her friends and wanting to get home into her room and sob into her pillows. Pretend that it never happened.

"We need to get out of here. It might seem selfish, but this isn't healthy. We need to go, now!" Puck exclaimed, dragging her towards the gate. He felt guilty, he knew he was being selfish and he could tell off Quinn's face she didn't know what in hell was right. Then again, what at all could be right in a situation like this?

Quinn didn't try to stop him. In that split second, she made up her mind. She took his hand more firmly then spoke.

"Okay Puck..." She stated, and followed him out of the school. They barged through the green gate, ignoring the calls from the glee club and setting off down the road. As they walked away, from the school they tried to walk away from the nightmares of the last hour. The telltale smoke lingered in their noses though, and it wasn't long before they got to a bench and broke down in each others arms.

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