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Quinn groaned as the nurse pricked her finger, a small drop of blood emerging from her skin. She hated hospitals, always so cold and reeking of bleach, wishing they would just let her go since she knew she was ok.
Quinn had suffered from Braxton Hicks, false contractions that were apparently very common for pregnant women nearing delivery. Nothing had been common for Quinn though, having Charlie and Ms. Puckerman rush her to the emergency room since Puck never answered his phone. They now all three sat in a small room, running through routine checks to ensure Quinn and her baby were healthy.
"Well Ms. Fabray, everything looks perfectly fine," her doctor said as he stood in front of her, "We're gonna run a few blood tests though, but we'll let you head home to rest and call you if anything shows up alright?" She nodded while signing her release form, the hospital band itching her wrist and making her even angrier.
"Now I want you to relax the rest of the weekend, and take it easy at school. I know you-" his sentence was cut short as the door flung open, Puck bursting into the room frantically.
"Quinn, oh my God Quinn are you alright?" His face was red and his actions erratic, Quinn's blood pressure sky rocketing at the sight of him.
"Quinn what's wrong? Is it the baby, is she ok?" he continued to ask, finally making his way by her side while the doctor tried to calm him down.
"Excuse me, but-"
"Its fine," Quinn said lowly, "can you give us a moment?" The room fell silent as everyone saw the tension mounting between the two, Ms. Puckerman taking Charlie by the hand while her doctor exited.
"We'll be waiting outside," his mom said sweetly, pulling the door behind her as she left. Quinn turned her head towards Puck, her eyes glaring and her fists clenched.
"Quinn, let me explain," he began, but Quinn quickly shut him down.
"Where the hell have you been?" she yelled, sliding off her bed and making her way towards him, "Do you even know what I've been through?" Her heart was beating fast as her body shook from anger.
"Quinn-"
"Shut up!" she shouted, "Just shut the hell up, because I'm so sick of hearing your excuses!" Puck was taken back, expecting Quinn to be upset but not for her to actually intimidate him.
"You have no idea what I've been through," she began lowly, "or how scared I was. Puck I was alone, stranded on your bedroom floor, screaming and crying out for help and you never came. I called you, over and over and over, and not once did you pick up to help me."
"Quinn I didn't get-"
"I'm not finished!" she yelled, "I was petrified, not knowing if our baby was ok or what was wrong, and it took your ten year old sister to finally find me. Do you know how terrified I was? Or what that was like for me?" He tried to speak but she continued, not letting the tears in her eyes stop her.
"I needed you and you weren't there," she said angrily, "I needed you, our baby needed you, more than we ever have, and you just ignored us. I wanted you, needed you, to come and comfort me and tell me everything would be alright and you didn't. You let me down, but worse? You let out daughter down." She could tell she had struck a nerve, Puck now avoiding her eyes and staring at the ground.
"Quinn I didn't ignore you, I never-"
"Oh how convenient, you never got our calls! Of course, because your service goes out two minutes down the road! God, how am I supposed to trust you to take care of us and be there when you can't even answer a goddamn phone call?" she asked hotly, "I mean I know I pissed you off, but Jesus you couldn't answer just to make sure everything was alright? Didn't the twentieth phone call clue your dumb ass in that something bigger than us might be going on?" She didn't even care anymore that she was being mean, wanting to hurt him anyway she could.
"Quinn please listen-
"And don't even give me some bullshit about where you were, I already know you went running to your dad." Her temper flared at the thought of him, wanting nothing more than to slap them both.
"Quinn I'm sorry, but please-"
"Save it for the other girls who buy it," she shot back, "Because I'm done. I mean what if I had been in labor Puck? What if I had been delivering our daughter all this time and you just kept ignoring my calls, what then? Huh?" He mumbled something and further angered Quinn, not in the mood to decipher his pity talk.
"What? I don't understand gibberish-"
"-then I would've missed her birth alright?" he screamed, "I would've missed it, I wouldn't have been here for her, I get it ok?"
"I don't think you do Puck!" Quinn yelled back, "I don't think you grasp how horrible it feels!"
"I do! You don't think I beat myself up all the way here, hating myself for not being able to take care of you like I promised? I can't stand the fact that you were alone, it makes me sick to know I wasn't there for you, both of you!"
"Like father, like son." She had done it this time, the pain in Puck's eyes as he faced her almost unbearable. He tried to speak but nothing came out, his lips moving inaudibly while Quinn's stomach sank.
"Just get out," she muttered, "just leave me alone." She turned away and began to cry, knowing she had taken much too low of a blow. She heard him walk towards the door and open it slowly, stopping briefly before going through it.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled while his voice cracked, closing the door behind him and leaving her alone. Their fight echoed in her head, the terrible things she shouted filling up the silence in the room. She knew she had every right to be angry, livid for his absence, but she knew her last comment had probably hurt Puck more than he had her.
Quinn walked through the hall, dragging her feet as she made her way to Glee club. It had been a few days since the hospital, her and Puck not having spoken a word. He'd been sleeping on the couch since then, the only time they spent together being at the dinner table or on the way to school. She would now have to face him at Glee, with everyone watching and wondering as they avoided one another.
"Quinn," she heard behind her, turning to see Finn making his way towards her.
"Hey," she murmured softly.
"Look I heard you had to go to the emergency room, everything alright?"
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine," she smiled forcefully, "Just false contractions, nothing big."
"Good," he said breathing a sigh of relief, "just wanted to make sure." She continued walking beside him, not really in the mood to talk to anyone.
"So uh, is everything ok with you and Puck?" Quinn turned to see him looking away, obviously knowing the answer, but asking for clarification.
"We're ok, why?" she lied.
"Nothing, I just noticed you two were kinda distance in practice is all."
"We-I-it's…nothing, everything's fine," she bit out.
"Well if you need anything-"
"-I know," she said as she hugged him, "Thanks Finn." The two entered the choir room, neither of them aware that Puck had been standing down the hall, witnessing their moment while waiting for Quinn.
"I mean it's bullshit," he yelled angrily, swinging his golf club and watching as the ball sailed through the green, "He's totally into her, and now he's swooping in to save the day. Fuck Finn." Puck and his dad made their way to the next hole, Puck venting while his dad offered him advice. Puck couldn't talk to Mike or Matt about this, seeing as they were still friends with Finn, and he didn't really trust anyone else.
"Well Noah, you can't just blame your friend Finn," his dad said while swigging his beer, "I mean Quinn doesn't seem completely innocent here either."
"What are you talking about? Quinn wouldn't-"
"-wouldn't what? Cheat on you? Isn't that how you two got here in the first place?" Puck grew silent as he mulled his sentences over, never really thinking of it like that.
"I just-she wouldn't do that," Puck said awkwardly.
"You don't sound so sure," his dad said while grabbing another ball, "I mean I'm not trying to throw Quinn under the bus here, she seems sweet, but I don't trust a girl who lies about a baby and their father." Puck wanted desperately to disagree with his dad, knowing Quinn wasn't that kind of girl, but he had nothing to say.
"Has she even talked to you since the whole hospital thing?"
"Well, no," Puck mumbled, "she wont even let me explain."
"Well that's ridiculous," his dad said while swinging, "I mean how can you tell her the truth if she won't listen? I mean I had your phone, I had an emergency, I'm the one to blame for the missed calls."
"No you're not, don't worry," Puck said while shaking his head, "Yours died and you have to stay in touch with the hospital, its not a problem. I just wish Quinn would let me tell her all this."
"I'm guessing you haven't explained to her either about the phone call she overheard either huh?"
"Not yet, but I'm sure she'll understand." Puck's dad had explained that he had been waiting for certain test results from the hospital, needing them in order for his insurance to pay for his medical bills. He had explained that they were pushing for the results that week and that he needed more time to get them in, Puck completely believing in his dad and not ever suspecting anything else.
"Look I'm sorry Noah, I can see I'm bothering ya with all this," his dad smiled, "Let's say we head out and knock back a few cold ones, get your mind of this for awhile?"
"Yeah," Puck smiled, "sounds perfect." The two left the golf course and headed for town, Puck getting the time he had finally needed with his dad. His father enjoyed it too, getting his son right where he wanted him and hoping he'd stay there until he got what he needed in return.
