Part 3

Rachel seems to think that just because it's Black Friday, it's mandatory to get up as early as possible and take advantage of the day. So, she runs around the apartment the minute the sun comes up, partaking in her morning routine that honestly gives them all a bit more time to sleep before the bathroom's all freed up.

Puck's still under the covers, arm around Quinn as he tries to go back to sleep. But it's impossible. He's falling asleep at this hour in LA and getting two hours on regular days. He doesn't bother. Plus, it's great enough watching her sleep, body pressed against his, shirt discarded sometime in the middle of the night.

He doesn't realize he's dozed off until a while after when he wakes up and feels the sudden bout of bright light on him and the warmth next to him disappearing.

"Wake up," Quinn nudges him, stretching before she gets up off the bed herself.

He wants to pull her back, wants to shut the world out and stay like they were, but he knows that's too much to ask.

Rachel takes them to see some show that Puck can't even remember. All he knows is that there's a Jesus on a round stage and they're making a lot of references to things of today. Don't get him wrong, Jesus is still his number one Heb, but even then Puck's one to get antsy. Intermission isn't enough to calm him down.

So, after the show, they hit a deli a few blocks down and get their food to go, hitting the same red steps they had their first lunch at when they came to Nationals their junior year.

Puck and Quinn separate themselves from everyone, silent at first while they eat until Puck breaks it.

"Last night…"

She reaches over for their drink and takes a sip.

"We…" He pauses, looking for the right words. "We said some things."

She starts picking at her salad now, adding more and more to her fork before she goes to take a bite. He stops her before she can start.

"Dammit, Quinn, I'm trying to tell you something here!"

She sighs, placing her fork down before looking up at him.

"Could you say something?"

"I'm giving you an easy way out," she answers. "So you can forget what you said last night, none of it was binding, and you can go back to your life in LA."

"You think that's what I want?" he asks.

"It's what you should want." Her eyes are back on her salad before she takes a bite.

"I wanna be with you! That's what I want! Ever since we were sophomores, even though you're out of my league, that's what I've wanted!"

"Well," she doesn't look up at him, "You're in LA and I'm in Yale and we all know how long distance relationships really work."

"Then I'll drop everything and move to New Haven to be with you."

"I can't let you do that," she quickly shakes her head. "LA's your dream."

"Yeah, well, my dream sucks without you there. You've got Yale. LA will be there. It can wait."

She's placing her salad aside and leaning over to kiss him then. They've done enough talking.

"Puck, I told you to keep these shoes outside!"

She's pacing about the kitchen, double-checking and triple checking the Turkey before Puck comes back to help with the stuffing and mashed potatoes.

"Calm down," he says, rubbing her arms as he places a kiss on her neck. "This dinner smells good already."

"It's just a big night."

She's graduating in the spring. After that, they've decided to move to LA where Quinn can properly give her acting a shot while Puck drops a few demos, applies at some record companies.

But first, they have to successfully host Thanksgiving…and announce an engagement.

"I'll be with you the whole time."

He was, and he will be, no matter what.

Many thanks to all those who read and left feedback! It warmed my heart to read it! Thank you muchly and I hope you enjoyed this!