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"Puck?"

Quinn softly called for her boyfriend while lightly knocking on his door, pushing it open to find him sprawled out on his bed.

"Quinn please," he said lowly, "I don't wanna do this right now." She didn't say anything as she sat down beside him, taking his hand in hers and gently patting it.

"Fine, you don't have to," she said as she looked down at him, "but he wants me to tell you something." Puck shot up from his bed suddenly, facing Quinn and looking angry.

"He talked to you?" he asked agitated, "Where? And when?" Quinn hadn't meant to upset him even more, but she figured she might as well pass along the message.

"A few minutes ago, I went walking around the neighbor hood and he passed me on the sidewalk. He stopped and talked to me for a few minutes, wanting me to tell you that he wants to see you." Puck shook his head while cursing under his breath, hitting his pillow as he leaned back.

"Look, I know that this isn't really my business," Quinn said hesitantly, "but Puck can you please just tell me something? Anything, just so I can understand and help?" He was silent for awhile, shuffling her fingers between his and grinding his teeth before speaking.

"When I was a kid my dad was my hero," he said finally, chuckling at his sentence and surprising Quinn, "he was tougher than Batman and had a bigger truck." Quinn smiled as he spoke, imagining a mini version of himself running around.

"He was a trucker so he was never around much, always gone for weeks and weeks. My mom couldn't handle it, especially when she had my sister, so when I was six she told him she wanted a divorce." He made sure to avoid Quinn's eyes, his focus on a frayed string from his comforter.

"After that I only saw him once a year. He'd come pick me up on my birthday and let me pretend to drive his truck, making me feel like I was just like him you know?" He paused for a moment, clenching his fists while gathering his words.

"So on my ninth birthday he comes to get me, same routine and all, only instead of taking me around town he gets on the interstate. We start barreling down the freeway, leaving Ohio and heading into Indiana. I mean I knew I wasn't supposed to but I'm a kid, I thought we were going on an adventure." Quinn could tell he was starting to get angry again, his jaw tightening and his lips pursing.

"Anyways, we end up getting pulled over by state patrol because my mom had put out an amber alert. They snatch me from my dad and throw him in the back of a cop car, accusing him of kidnapping and all this crap. I mean when the father has the kid that's parenting right?" Quinn wanted to snicker at his sentence but she knew it wasn't the time, refocusing on Puck as he continued on.

"Well dad makes bail, gets out and he is pissed. He shows up to our house and I mean he is ripping my mom apart. I go outside because I want to tell her that everything is ok and that we were just going on a field trip." Quinn noticed Puck growing more and more uncomfortable, as he withdrew his hand from hers and ran it through his hair.

"So I go outside and I'm walking towards them, and all of a sudden I see my dad sling back and hit my mom. She falls on the ground and there's just blood pouring from her nose where his ring had hit her." Quinn gasped as he told her, not expecting him to say that.

"Of course I run to her and I'm crying, trying to help her and all, when I feel this sharp pain in the back of my head," he reached his hand back and rubbed the scar on the back of his scalp, "And I fall on the ground and when I look up there's my dad, swinging away at me." Quinn tried to hide the tears in her eyes but it was no use. She tried to touch him but he jerked away, standing up and pacing around his room.

"And he just looks at me while I'm laying there, and his eyes are just full of rage and anger. I tried to call out to him, to ask him what was wrong but he just leaves, gets in his truck as if nothing happened." Quinn opened her mouth to speak but Puck was now shouting in anger.

"He was deadbeat and good for nothing! No kid should have to see that, no kid should have to go through that!" Quinn stood and walked to him, placing her hands on his shoulders in hopes of calming him down.

"Puck," she whispered, "hey, listen to me." He stopped pacing and finally faced her, his expression solemn as she pulled him close.

"You're absolutely right, about everything. You shouldn't of had to go through that and I am really sorry that you did." Puck nodded in response as she placed her hands on his cheeks.

"But I think you should tell him that, tell him all of this. Tell him why you're so hurt and angry and get this finally off your chest. Tell him all the things you've felt for the past seven years and say everything you've held back." He didn't respond, just staring at her while she spoke.

"You have to move on and let this go and now you can. While you're hearing what he has to say, make him listen to you too." He leaned his forehead against hers, relaxing a little as she wrapped her hands around his neck.

"I'm here for you, ok? But you have to talk to me and trust me, or this wont work."

"Thank you," he mumbled while placing a small peck on her cheek. They stood there for a few more moments until another knock rang on Puck's door.

"Noah," she could hear his mom whisper, "Noah I'm coming in." She opened the door and was surprised to see Quinn there, apologizing for interrupting.

"I just wanted to…" she said while trailing off, "but I can come back."

"No, its ok," Quinn said heading for the door, "I was just going downstairs." She waved to Puck before leaving, completely shocked by his honesty yet glad he finally let her in.


Quinn must have dozed on the couch, as when she opened her eyes the room was dark and silent. She sat up and wiped her eyes, trying to remember how she had gotten there. She made her way into the kitchen and looked at the clock above the stove, seeing that it was already midnight. Quinn quietly made her way upstairs, hoping not to wake up Puck as she crawled into bed.

When she opened the door she found their bed empty, Puck nowhere in sight. She figured he might be in his mom's room or something still talking, so Quinn pulled on her pajamas and snuggled into bed. She had almost drifted off to sleep when the sound of a door slamming shut stirred her. She sat up and turned to the window, peering out the curtains at the street.

Puck was coming up the drive, walking slowly and shaking his head. Quinn couldn't see his face so she had no idea what he was feeling, wondering if he had been out to finally see his dad.

"Hey, where you been?" she asked when he walked in, crawling to the end of the bed and curling up. Puck didn't answer, simply taking off his jacket and tossing it on the floor.

"Puck?" she asked again, still unable to see his face in the dark. She felt the bed shift and his warm hand touched hers. She got up and flicked on the side table lamp, now able to see his stunned expression.

"Puck what's going on?" she questioned, now wondering what had happened to him.

"He's sick."

It took Quinn a moment to process what he was saying, trying to make sure she was following him.

"Who? Your dad?"

"He's sick," he repeated while nodding, "and he doesn't think he's gonna make it."