Chapter 3
Puck paces back and forth in the hallway just next to the waiting room. Finn walks up to him just as he punches the wall.
"Go away, Finn." Puck says.
"Not happening." Finn says. Puck turns at him angrily, clenches his fist, pauses and then continues to pace. "Puck, talk to me, man."
"Talking isn't my thing, you know that." Puck says. Finn nods and sits down, leaning against the wall. Puck slides down next to him, clearly holding back tears. "I don't cry."
"Well, I'm not going to tell anyone if you break down here." Finn says. "It'll be our little secret." Puck looks at Finn for a moment. "Quinn was special to you."
"This isn't how it's supposed to be, Finn." Puck says. "She's supposed to live, go to Yale and tell Beth great stories. See Beth grow up. Fall in love and have a family. I'm not supposed to have to tell our daughter stories about her. Did you know Shelby was going to let us watch Beth all weekend? Just Quinn, Beth and I."
"You still love her." Finn says. "Hey, you don't have to pretend with me, Puck. I'm not here to judge you. I'm just here if you need a shoulder."
"And whose going to give you one?" Puck asks. "You loved Quinn just as much as I do at one point. Why aren't you crying?"
"Cause, someone has to not break down. Rachel's a mess. You're kind of a mess too." Finn says. "I guess I just want to be the person that everyone can turn to." Puck nods and turns into his friend's shoulder, letting the tears pour down.