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Author's Note: This is in Puck's POV.

Damn.

My head hurt, my arm hurt and basically my whole body hurt like I was hit by a bus. I felt like I was suspended in this air, held only by the thinnest thread of gravity. My pulse was racing and I felt the hot air through my lungs, burning the blood in my veins. My body felt sluggish and hot. I couldn't move. So this is what Artie's legs feel like. A cool feeling, like the size of a hand, reached up and was now on my chest. Placed right over my heart. It raced but it beat quiet and then it moved to my hand. I felt a silky, delicate touch on my forehead. The darkness went away and I squinted into the blinding light. I couldn't make sense of my surroundings. I couldn't see anyone else there.

"Where am I?" My mouth felt dry.

"You're in the hospital." Quinn's voice said. It felt so good to hear it.

"W-What am I doing here?"

"You…you broke…Sam broke you're arm. With a hockey stick." I turned my head to see Quinn's face. There were faint circles under her eyes and her face was blotchy. She had been crying. Memories rushed into my head and it all made sense. "Yeah. For a second I thought I had amnesia or Alzheimer's." I saw Quinn's hand curled around mine. "Did they stab me with a needle or something?" Quinn shook her head. I looked at the clock hanging above the door. It read 1:33. And then I looked at the cast that was on my right arm.

"How long was I in here?" I saw a lot of movies about guys with head injuries and they wake up from a coma and it's like fifteen years later.

"A few hours."

I reached for the water on the bedside but I couldn't really get my other arm to move. Instead Quinn tipped the glass to my lips and I honestly felt like a toddler. Once I could really talk I said, "Are you still with…Sam?"

"Of course not. Did you think I'd let him get away with it?"

"I guess not."

"You should rest."

"I don't think so. I feel like I've been asleep for like ten hours."

"I think you've confused being knocked out and sleeping."

"I'm pretty sure I was. So how long were you in here?"

"I've been here the longest."

"Does my mom know?"

"Yes. She's coming here once they let visitors in."

"But why…?"

"I'm pretty convincing."

I smiled. "How long until I get out of here?"

"I'm not sure."

I grunted. A jolt of pain ran through my body. "I feel like crap."

Quinn looked beat. "You should go home." I said.

"No. I'm staying here until you get out of here." She leaned in closer and strands of her hair fell on my face. I inhaled her familiar scent of vanilla and roses. Her lips met mine. At first I kissed her back softly but then with more pressure. Quinn's lips tasted so good. I was lost in ecstasy. A loud creak echoed in my ears but we couldn't seem to get enough of our lips in perfect sync with each other. There was a loud cough and we turned to see a nurse. The ugly kind. "Um, it's time for your painkillers Mr. Puckerman. Do you feel numb or do you feel any pain at all?" I smirked. "I'm all better now." The nurse left, her face red. Quinn laughed. It felt good to hear her laugh. Not like the one where you feel like crap inside and just pretending to be all happy and stuff.

"You really need to go home. You look beat." I commented.

"Then who's going to take care of you?"

"Um, I'm in a hospital. I'm pretty sure they could take care of me." I said, lifting my head up. "This kinda sucks. I mean, being stuck here. I don't mind that you're here but it's making me kind of claustrophobic and all." Quinn looked like she was about to say something but then I burped. "Sorry. Did the doctors feed me tacos?" I swear I could taste tacos at the tip of my tongue. Quinn shook her head. "Did I eat tacos at the dance?"

"I don't think they served tacos at the dance." The taco mystery was still kinda confusing. How do you not eat something but still taste it when you burp?

There was a knock on the door and suddenly most of the glee club was inside, carrying boxes of Krispy Kreme and Coke six-packs. Finn, Mike, Rachel, Artie, Tina, Mercedes, Brittany and Santana were all there. They looked pretty sleepy but that didn't stop them from barging in like a herd of retarded rhinos. I didn't really know why Finn was all "What up?" and all home boy with me now since I knocked up his girlfriend, made out with his other girlfriend and her other pregnant girlfriend lied that he was the baby daddy and shit so…I didn't know what was up with that but it whatever. Stuff happens. You know how when there's a couple and they put their names together to make some sort of cute/weird nickname? Like Finchel and Kurtcedes. So when I saw Artie roll behind Finn I just came up with the best nickname yet…Fartie.

"Hey man. How's the arm?" Finn asked.

"It's all good." Then we did a fist bump with my left hand. Mercedes pulled out a Sharpie and said, "I'm so singing ya'll." And she singed the cast and soon everybody was signing it. "Um, I thought you guys weren't allowed to come in here, it's like two o'clock in the morning." I said. "Don't worry 'bout it. The receptionist thought I was a patient." Artie said.

We sort of partied if Krispy Kreme and Coke make a good combination. It was like a high school reunion of a paraplegic, two hot cheerleaders, the black diva, the former high school quarterback, the dancing Asian dude, the singing Asian goth girl, whatever Rachel is, the former head cheerleader and me. All that was missing was the gay kid. "Where's Kurt?"

"Oh he's coming." Tina said. Then suddenly, we all started jamming. We jammed on 80's rock, The Script, Bruno Mars, Maroon 5 and Rachel did some sort of Barbra Streisand stuff. Until the nurses came in and started shouting at us because the people in the deaf ward were complaining about the noise. Weird.

Then everything went quiet. Then Quinn stood up. "Everybody, I have something to say."

Everybody looked at her. She took my good hand and held it up for everybody to see.

"Wait, you two are…dating now?" Santana asked. Quinn nodded and then Santana said, "It's that pregnant thing all over again." Everyone in the room froze and I just like that, everybody knew.

Quinn's POV

Everybody in McKinley was in the initial shock that we were dating. To be honest I knew telling them at the hospital was sort of…a surprise. I didn't tell Puck. I just had to get it out there. So, after a few weeks, Puck's arm healed and everything went back to normal. Almost. Sam. I still sort of felt bad after I had to break things off with him. Silence filled our relationship but we go to the same church and we have a few Bible studies but other than that…it was dead ringer. Everyone kept looking at us like we did something wrong but they quickly came to fear us. It felt good to be with Puck again and it felt like I wasn't being pressured into this.

The snow fell on Lima and it quickly became a snow storm. The holidays were early and everybody was just as happy as I was. It was December 23, Friday and I was watching PLL (Pretty Little Liars) re-runs and my phone vibrated. It was Puck.

"Hey. What are you doing this Saturday?"

"Nothing. Just the usual. My mom's going out of town to see Nana and she won't be back until the 29th."

"Oh. Um, can you come over?"

"Why?"

"My mom and Sarah are going away for a little bit. I thought you wanted to…hang out."

"Hang out?"

"Sure. Like, we could…bake gingerbread houses and eat up all the gingerbread people. Who am I kidding? It sucks to be by yourself on Christmas."

"I know the feeling."

"So…will you come over?"

"Yeah. Definitely."

December 24th.

It was freezing. The snow was falling heavily and most of the roads were closed off. The days leading up to Christmas didn't feel so…Christmas-y. I just didn't get that vibe that it really wasn't Christmas. Usually being in the Christmas mood meant seeing my mom and dad by the fire, getting all cozied up and drinking hot chocolate and watching all those Christmas re-runs of shows like, Friends and watching movies that involve Christmas like, It's a Wonderful Life and weirdly enough, ELF. But I really wasn't in the holiday mood. My mom was going out of town and I chose to stay in Lima. Mostly because I was kind of tired but all the same.

It was almost eight and I went to Puck's house. I was lucky that the road wasn't closed off like the rest. I knocked on the door and almost immediately Puck showed. A huge grin on his face. I couldn't help but grin back. He welcomed me inside and all these memories rushed into my head. It was all so familiar."You look gorgeous." He commented as he took my coat and put on the coat hanger. My heart pounded. He kissed me on the cheek I couldn't help but hug him. "So I see you brought a little…something-something." He said, eyeing the champagne bottle in my hand. I raised it. "I thought this was a special occasion."

. "It is. I just didn't expect you to bring anything." He said, going into the kitchen. I settled down on the couch. I felt so at home here. It surprised me.

"You want anything?" He called.

"What do you have?"

"A box of raisins and Twinkies." He admitted. I heard the closing of a refrigerator door and he came out with two wine flutes and a container of what seemed to be chocolate dip and strawberries. He set it on the coffee table and he popped the champagne. He poured it into the flutes and made a toast. "To…I don't know."

"To being together." I said, feeling this warm fuzzy feeling spread all over. "Cheers to that." He said. He downed the drink. He opened up the container and dipped the strawberry in the chocolate. He held it in front of me like I was baby. "Open up." He said in a sing songy voice. Just like what you do when you try to get a baby to open its mouth. But when I was about to open up the he wiped the chocolate end of the strawberry on the tip of my nose. And then on my cheek. I laughed along with him. "Do you want me to wipe it off?" He suggested, moving closer to me. Without hesitation he kissed the tip of my nose. I pulled him closer to me, our bodies just inches apart. Just as he was about to kiss me his lips hit a chocolate covered strawberry. I wiped it down to his lips all the way to his throat and he whispered against my lips, "Touche'."

He wiped the chocolate off my nose and kissed me. My stomach felt like it was stuffed with a million butterflies. He kissed my neck and I pulled his shirt towards mine. He broke away. "We should do this somewhere else." He led me up to his bedroom. My breath caught in my throat.

The room was dark, lit by only four candles. There was a Bose iPod sounddock and it was blasting John Mayer's "Your Body Is A Wonderland". I walked inside and I laid down on the bed. It still smelled like him. He laid down on top of me and I said, "This is so cheesy." He smiled.

One thing left to do

Discover me, discovering you

"I guess it is. But who doesn't like cheese huh?" He kissed me again, deeply, passionately. I kissed him back, feeling bliss clinging to every inch of our bodies. His hands on my lower back and our bodies fitting perfectly against each other. He slipped off my dress and I took off his shirt.

One mile to every inch of

your skin like porcelain

One pair of candy lips

and your bubblegum tongue

We knew what was on our minds that night and he whispered in my ear, "Do you really want to do this?" I nodded but he still didn't look convinced. He kissed my neck. I couldn't get enough of him. His hand went to the calf of my leg and he wrapped it around his waist. He grazed his lips on my jawline.

And if you want love

we'll make it

swim in a deep sea of blankets

take all your big plans

and break 'em

this is bound to be awhile

There was this spot on my neck that he kissed and I moaned lightly in his ear. I hugged my body closer to his and let them merge together. He looked deep into my eyes again and he asked, "Do you?"

"I do." I pressed my lips against his ear and then I said, "If you have protection." He smiled.

I guess there's a reason why they call it making love. Because it was with the person you love. It wasn't my first time, of course but it was even better because I knew that I loved him.

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