Quinn walked into the bank looking for an ATM. But as her luck would have it, there wasn't one.

Shaking her head at the absurdity of a bank not having an ATM she walked up to the counter.

"Hi I need to make a withdrawal. The name is Quinn-"

"Quinn Fabray-Puckerman. I know who you are" the woman said.

Quinn looked up and her jaw dropped. "R-Rachel Berry?" she asked. "Oh my god! You look amazing" she complimented her old friend from high school.

"Lost 40 pounds after we had the baby. You should see her, Quinn. She's almost seven now!" Rachel gushed, "Oh! And it's Rachel Hudson now. We still had the wedding, right after you left."

Quinn felt a pang of guilt. She was supposed to be the maid of honor but when she ran off to New York, she couldn't bring herself to come back. "Rachel, I'm so sorry I didn't come"

Rachel just waved her off. "It's done with. I understand" she said smiling.

Quinn nodded. "How's Lucy?" she asked, wondering how her goddaughter was. She hadn't seen her since she was born.

"She's perfect. Noah's teaching her to play guitar and she loves school. She's goofy like Finn though. I love her to pieces" Rachel gushed. "But enough about all that, How are you? I heard you have a new man up there?"

Quinn nodded, feeling a little awkward since she knew Rachel and Finn were close to Puck still. "Yeah. everything's great he's a great guy."

Rachel nodded trying to be supportive."So... about this withdrawal is it from your personal account or your joint account?"Rachel asked.

"Personal" Quinn said before looking up, "Wait! Joint account?" she asked.

"Yeah. You're still in the system as havin' a joint account." Rachel explained.

It was then that Quinn had a brilliant idea. "Well silly me I forgot. Yes, I would love to make a withdrawal from our joint account" she stated, a huge smile lighting up her face.

Quinn had spent the entire day out and about town going to every store she could think of. She was just putting steaks on the grill when she saw Puck pull up in his beat up pick-up truck. She fixed her apron and place a gorgeous smile on her face. Running down the steps, she greeted Puck with a kiss on his cheek. "Hi honey! Looking good! How was your day?" she asked, remembering his previous words.

Puck looked at her confusingly, not understanding what was going on. "I'm fine" he stated, although it sounded more like a question. "What's going on Quinn?"

Looking at him shocked Quinn spoke, "Now what kind of a wife would I be if I didn't make my husband a home cooked meal after a hard day of working?" she asked innocently.

"One that doesn't live here and hasn't cooked anything since we were in high school." He deadpanned.

"Well I'm here now" she stated, before walking to the grill and taking off the steaks. "Why don't you head in the house and get yourself a drink."

She watched as Puck walked into the house.

Immediately she heard him yelling, which caused her smile to widen. She followed him in and put the steaks onto the table. She watched as Puck turned around towards her.

"What the hell happened to my house?!" he screeched.

"I freshened it up a bit. That couch was so uncomfortable and the whole kitchen needed to be redone. Oh and the bed. Gross. I'll have to get something sent down from New York." She responded.

Shaking his head he opened the fridge, chuckling. "That's fine with me babe" he said deciding to just go along with whatever. At least she was here. "You spend your money however you'd like." He sat at the table drinking his beer.

"Oh but honey" she started crossing her arms looking right at him; "Shouldn't you say our money." She watched as his face went from to confused to realization. "I bet the words joint account are popping through your head right now"

Puck threw his beer across the kitchen and stood up as fast as he could, "You're shitting me! God damn, Quinn. What the hell is your problem! I've worked hard for that money!" he shouted pacing around the kitchen.

Quinn walked right up to him, "We're married still, unfortunately, and according to the bank what's yours, is mine, honey! And where the hell is all that money coming from. I know you quit your job at the school. You're not doing anything illegal are you!" she questioned.

"Jesus Quinn, that's none of your damn business. You've been gone, not me. You don't get come in after 6 years and spend all my money." Puck retorted.

"Sign the damn papers and I'll give all the money back!" she yelled.

Fed up with everything Quinn was putting him through he decided he'd just do what she wanted, "Fine. Give me the papers," he said sitting on the couch waiting for her to bring him them.

Quinn walked to her bag pulling out and pen and the divorce papers. Walking towards him she handed the papers to him, whispering a thank you.

She walked around the living room looking at everything he had in there. It was all exactly the same. All the pictures and memories were laying out. Including the guitar he made her for their wedding. "You still have it?" she asked.

"Yeah" he said, looking over the papers refusing to look at her.

"So what have you been up to all these years?" she asked trying to make polite conversation, "Where do you work now?"

"That's none of you business Quinn" he responded.

"Come on Puck," she pleaded.

Scoffing he finally looked at her, "I don't ask you about your fiancé, so you don't ask me about what I'm up to. Alright."

Quinn's eyes widened, "Who told you?" she asked softly.

"I may not be the smartest person, but I'm not an idiot. There's only one reason you'd come back and it's to get what you want; An out from me. Plus, I do know how to use a computer. Just because you forgot about all of us down here, doesn't mean we forgot about you."

"Puck…" she started, feeling bad about what he was saying and how he was right.

Jumping up quickly Puck threw the papers down shaking off any emotion he'd just shown. "Well I'll be damned. I nearly forgot I had a date. I'm gonna let my lawyer look these over. The big words might confuse me and I wouldn't want you to take me for all I have. Especially now that you know what it is." He threw off his shirt throwing it onto the new couch she bought, while heading to his room to change.

"Really" she sighed frustrated.

"I'm sure you can let yourself out, honey" he said sarcastically before walking out the door and heading to his date, leaving Quinn to look around their old house.

Quinn packed up all the dinner she'd made and put it away. She may not have liked Puck very much at all right now, but she wasn't going to ruin a good meal and leave it out for him to clean up. She was about to head out when she decided to snoop. Walking through their old bedroom she looked into their walk in closet. Her clothes still hung on the right side, with her wedding dress right in the middle. She felt tears well up in her eyes but quickly shook them off, not wanting to get sucked back into her terrible past.

Picking up the papers, she tossed them into her purse and headed out to fine Puck. She knew he'd be at the only bar Lima had and she wasn't going to let him prolong the divorce any longer. He was going to sign these damn papers whether he liked it or not.