Chapter 2

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Quinn's phone was ringing off the hook as she drove down the block. Finally, getting tired of the noise she answered.

"This is Quinn Evans" she answered.

"Are you sure it isn't Quinn St. James?" Kurt's voice asked through the speaker.

"Ugh! It was in the paper? Damn!" she said.

"Babygirl, it's in the paper and all over the internet blogs" he admitted.

"I guess I should have expected that" she confessed.

"Mhm" he mumbled, "Now, is there a reason why your best friend had to find out through the New York Times business section rather than a late night phone call?"

"I was busy" she replied.

"I'm sure you were" he joked, "It's about time you gave it up! You've been together for months!"

"God no!" she exclaimed, "I mean. Well, no, I'm waiting until my wedding day."

"Girl, I admire your patience" he said, "Now why don't you come over here and tell me all about the proposal! I am dying to know the details."

"Actually I can't. Ya know how I said I was busy" she said.

"Yeah" he responded.

"I was booking a flight" she deadpanned.

"Wait that means you're going home?" he asked.

"No" she replied, "It means as we speak I am in a car driving from the airport to small town Lima, Ohio."

"Oh my god" he said, "Will your parents be mad? I mean they have to know already."

They're not who I'm worried about, she thought. "I hope not. But I'm pulling down their road. I'll call you later," she said.

"You better!" he said before hanging up.

Quinn pulled up to a beautiful home surrounded by a lake and beautiful garden. He hasn't changed a thing, she thought. She put the car in park and took a deep breath. She opened her purse and pulled out her manila folder full of the necessary documents.

Before leaving the car, she looked down at her hand and realized the ring would be a bad thing, so she took it off and put it into the glove box.

"Here goes nothing" she said to herself.

As soon as her car door was open, she knew she was back home. The smell of spring and water assaulted her but while it used to be a comfort, it now was just a reminder of the past she ran away from. She walked past the side of her car towards the front porch but before she could get close a huge dog barking shocked her. She stood in her place not understanding why the dog wouldn't stop barking.

Before she could think of what to do next, the screen door opened and he came walking out.

"Don't worry about him, he's harmless" he said. His voice making Quinn's heart beat faster. It hadn't changed one bit. "What can I do for ya ma'am?"

She shook herself out of her thoughts, "Well for starters you can get your stubborn ass down here and give me a divorce."

The man dropped the glass he was holding, shattering it all over the deck.

"I'm serious Puck," she said taking off her sunglasses so he could see her finally, "Every time you sent these papers back my lawyer charged me 200 dollars."

"And I can see you couldn't take the hint" he said, "Ya know, I'd think when my wife came home she'd be pleasant. The whole "Hi honey! Looking good! How was your day?""

"You expect me to tell you that you look good?" she asked, "Did they run out of soap down at the grocery store?" She chuckled.

"Is that shit funny out wherever you've been?" he asked harshly.

"Oh you knew where I was Puck" she said.

"In the six years since you went off to do whatever it is you needed to do, did you ever think of what happened back here? What you put your friends and family through? What you put me through?" he fired off the questions walking down the steps, "Do you know what it's like to come home and find your wife's stuff completely gone and a note left on counter saying you wouldn't be back!"

"Just stop Puck" she pleaded, not wanting to think about the past, "I'm not your wife. I haven't been for awhile. "

"Well, the fact that you need me to sign those papers tells me otherwise" he responded.

"God damn it Puck, JUST SIGN THE DAMN PAPERS!" she yelled, finally letting out her frustrations.

"Ah, so the old Quinn is still in there" he chuckled, "Stuck behind the makeup and new hair. And her shiny little car."

"Do you want me to be mean to you?" she asked, "Why won't you just sign the damn papers. I came all this way, just sign them so I can go home!"

"I'm not signing them because you've become this hoity toity bitch and I'd love to do nothing more than piss you off" he shouted, "And you came all this way, how thoughtful." He turned and walked back up his steps, opening the screen door.

"Puck!" she yelled.

He turned around and glared, "By the way you are home. Do your parents even know you're here? I bet they don't. Go see them and then maybe I'll think about signing the papers."

"It is none of your business if they know I'm here" she yelled.

"Really, who do you think has been there for them since their daughter ran away when things got too real for her! It is my business. Go see them and don't come back until then." He slammed the door and locked it.

"ARGH!" she yelled, throwing her papers back into her purse. He always knew how to push her buttons like nobody else. But she was determined to get these papers signed soon.

She got in her car and drove to the one place she thought she'd never see again.

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