10 weeks later...

Quinn had been extremely busy handling everything going on in her life. First, she'd been in constant conference calls with her friends back in New York, planning every detail of her wedding down to the type of lace she wanted on the table cloths. Lima, Ohio seemed to have more traffic than ever before with all the trucks coming down to prepare for the wedding. Specialty chairs, tables, photo booths were driven in; everything had to be perfect. Of course this was bigger than Quinn's first wedding had been and since it was to the mayor's son, it had to be one for the books. It was almost like a New York Royal wedding that would be photographed and remembered for years.

Then along with the wedding planning, Quinn had been in contact with her fabric distributor so she could work on some designs when she had the free time. She'd sketched a bit but nothing major was coming to her yet.

Quinn was all over town the weeks leading to the wedding. She'd try to use some local places for food, entertainment, and little decorations for around the wedding tables. She didn't want to disclude her town and make everything about the wedding New York styled; even if that's how the mayor wanted everything.

On top of dealing with all this, Quinn was dealing with her friends and family.

Her mom had been by her side daily, helping her do whatever she needed for the wedding while her dad took to the sidelines, trying, just barely, to look enthusiastic. She knew he wanted her with Puck but he couldn't always have his way. But thinking about Puck had made her heart ache. She hadn't seen him around town at all since she arrived and none of her friends ever mentioned him when they were together. It was like he disappeared from her life and while for the past 6 years it was good, she felt lost without her old childhood best friend. She attempted calling him a few time just to chat, but he never answered. Quinn even met up with her ex mother and sister in law a few times, but Puck hadn't been around. They were civil and loving towards her but Quinn knew they were just being polite and that really they hated her for what she did to Puck. But she had to ignore that and move on.

One morning 3 weeks before the wedding, Quinn woke to a knocking on her door and when she opened it, her guitar, from Puck and their wedding, was on the porch. On the tag it simply said Something you forgot. Keep it, it's always been yours. She didn't know why he gave it to her now but if one thing was sure, it made her sad that he didn't want it in his home anymore. She also noticed a white envelope with it. Opening it she frowned at what she read.

It was a check.

Puck had sold their old house and gave her half the earnings. She was pissed. She knew he loved that place as much as she used to. Angrily she drove out trying to find him. Pucks sister and mother refused to tell her anything, Sam zipped his lips and refused to speak about it, and when she went to the house he was long gone, nothing was left in it. She got the message. She didn't know why it hurt so badly but the fact that Puck wouldn't talk to her and just gave her things back to her was something she didn't want to handle.

That night she cried for her old life.

The life that was taken away from her too soon, the life she always wanted, and the life that she swore she was glad to finally move on from.

1 week before the wedding

Brittany, Kurt, and Santana had come down for the last week to calm Quinn's nerves and be there for her for a bachelorette party. They decided going to a spa and shopping a few towns over was the best idea.

The four friends headed out before everyone else, getting an early start shopping and to catch up with each other. Quinn had finally, begrudgingly, given them the whole story of her life, which they were shocked by. They understood why she was closed off and had tried to start a new life but they also gave her shit for not being honest.

As they walked down the old streets, coffees in hand, they saw a sign for a music festival that was in the town's square. They all agreed to check it out while they waited for the rest of her friends to drive over.

The small group looked around enjoying the different instruments that were showcased and listening to the artists playing different songs at their tents.

Towards the back there was a larger tent with an advertisement for Sweet Caroline's Guitars. Quinn smiled to herself remembering how fond of the song she was growing up. She looked at the guitars that were there, noticing how each one was unique and hand made. They were beautiful. She was looking at them, enamored at how good they looked and how much time it must have taken to make them all.

Santana and Brittany called her over a second later to listen to a musician. As she approached them she noticed a large crowd around the man. It sounded like they played guitar beautifully and when she spun around the corner her jaw dropped.

Santana turned to her "Break me off a piece of that man meat. Damn he is good looking" Quinn stood stock still staring as the man sang along to his song. Kurt looked at Quinn and then back at the man and then back to Quinn, suddenly realizing who this was.

"I think he's already spoken for" Kurt said nudging Santana to look at Quinn. Before Santana could speak, Puck finished his song and the audience clapped.

"Thank you guys. You're too kind." He said humbly, "I'm gonna take a break, you can find me at the Sweet Caroline's Guitar booth if you need anything" he spoke before gathering his guitar and walking off the stage.

Quinn finally looked away, shaking out of her frozen state. She turned to walk and clear her head when she collided with a hard body. "I'm sorry" she spoke honestly.

"It's alright, no harm no foul" the man said.

When they both looked up they stepped back quickly.

"Hi Quinn" Puck said softly, realizing who it was in front of him.

"Hey" she said quietly and a bit nervously.

"Uh, I'm gonna head back to my booth now" he said awkwardly, waving slightly before heading to his booth.

Quinn didn't respond, instead stood there staring a bit. Brittany, Santana, and Kurt broke her out of stare. "So are you gonna go after him or just stare at him like he's an alien?" Brittany asked causing the other two friends to laugh.

"I-" started to say before making her choice. She wanted answers and she wanted them now