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Quinn laid in bed, her mind running rampant and her body aching. She was miserable, missing Puck and hating their fighting. She sat up on the edge, her bladder going into overtime again, and pushed herself up to use the restroom. As she passed by the window she noticed Puck's truck was still missing, wondering where the hell he could still be at three in the morning.

Aggravated, and knowing he was up to no good with his dad, Quinn marched herself downstairs to inform his mother of his whereabouts. She had almost passed the living room when she heard a cough, startling her and knocking her into the kitchen table.

"Who's there?" a gruff voice called out, Quinn looking to find it belonged to no one else but Puck.

"What are you doing here?" she asked in confusion, wondering how the hell he had gotten home with no vehicle.

"Well I do reside here," his voice echoed sleepily, Quinn seeing a movement and then the living room light.

"Well duh Puck, but-what happened to your face?" The small light from the lamp shone brightly on Puck, causing Quinn to finally catch the huge purple and black gash under his left eye.

"I tripped," he muttered casually, rubbing his face in exhaustion.

"Seriously, what the hell?" she asked angrily, walking over and lightly running her fingertips over the bruise.

"I got into a fight, no big deal," he said calmly, not pushing her away as she bent down to examine him.

"What do you mean you got into a fight? At school? I-I don't understand," she said frantically, stopping quickly when she wondered if it had been his dad.

"Puck, was it-"

"-no it wasn't my dad Quinn," he snapped annoyed, knowing Quinn all too well.

"Well you cant blame me! Now I wanna clean it off, but you're gonna have to tell me what happened first." Puck groaned as she crossed her arms, staring at him sternly and tapping her foot.

"Look, dad and I went to the golf course today, vent a little and let off some steam you know?" Quinn nodded as she followed along, wondering what excuse Puck would pull for him this time.

"Well afterwards we went to Huey's-

"A bar?" she interrupted angrily, "I'm sorry, but your own father took you to a bar? Great, I'm pregnant and bursting at any day, but you're out getting plastered-"

"Would you just listen?" Puck asked agitated, "I'm trying to be honest here!"

"Because its so hard?" she shot back, not about to let him off the hook for his actions.

"Two seconds Quinn, give me two seconds without yelling at me," he groaned as he ran his hands over his hair, "So anyways, we're at Huey's and these guys start bothering my dad. They're old friends and up to no good, so he tells them to fuck off." She continued listening, a voice in the back of her mind knowing it wasn't his friends that were no good.

"So I tried to help him out and I got the end of a beer bottle ok? I'm fine, dad's fine, we're good." Quinn continued to stare at him, knowing the way he saw things was probably a little distorted.

"So these guys just come out of nowhere and start hassling your dad?" she asked as nicely as she could, "They had no reason, just arguing about nothing?" Puck grew silent at her question, pausing longer than he had before.

"No, I mean yeah they were yelling about something-"

"What?"

"Well, they were talking about some deal-"

"-I freaking knew it-"

"-but my dad isn't doing that so they were wrong!" Quinn could've smacked him as he fought with her, wondering how he couldn't see what was right in front of him.

"Puck, sweetie, come on!" she shouted, "You cant tell me that you believe him!"

"He gave me his word-"

"-like he gave you that scar on your head?" Puck got up and pushed past her, unable to fight with her anymore.

"Puck, please," she said as she grabbed his arm, "please don't walk away from me." He stopped at her touch, sighing as he turned around.

"Quinn you're never gonna give him a chance-"

"-and you're never gonna see the truth." They stood there in the living room, silence taking the place of their shouting.

"You're right, ok?" Quinn finally said as she threw her hands up, "I don't like him or believe him, and I certainly don't trust him and do you know why? Because I love you, ok? I love you you idiot, and the fact that he could hurt you again breaks my heart. I couldn't bear to see him do that to you, so I want to make sure to protect you from that because you deserve so much better ok?" Puck's lips curved into a smile as she avoided his eyes, having just told Puck for the first time that she loved him.

"Look you're face adjustment looks terrible, please let me clean it off so we can go to bed," she mumbled. Puck nodded as they walked into the kitchen, him plopping down in a chair as she ran a hand towel under the water.

"Puck," she said as she gently wiped the dried blood off his cheek, "where's your truck?" Puck waited for a moment, looking at her with his puppy eyes before answering.

"Promise you wont yell at me?" he asked childishly.

"I make no guarantees," she murmured.

"I-I let dad use it since his was in the shop- Quinn shook her head as she scoffed, turning away to grab the peroxide.

"-but if it bothers you this badly I'll get it back in the morning." She was surprised by his last sentence, stopping abruptly as he shuffled his hands.

"I didn't know it upset you that badly ok? I guess I just thought you were, I don't know jealous because I wasn't spending as much time with you, but if it really makes you this uncomfortable then I'll tell him to back off ok?"

"I thought he was dying-"

"-aren't we all?" Puck asked smirking, motioning for Quinn to finish cleaning his eye.

"Thank you," she whispered as she rubbed the peroxide on his cut.

"You're welcome," he replied softly. Quinn grabbed a bandage and lightly placed it on his cut, hoping the swelling would go down so he wouldn't look so disfigured.

"I am sorry I upset you," he said as she rubbed her finger along his eye, "I'd never do that intentionally."

"I know," she smiled, "I am sorry I don't like your dad, I'm not doing that intentionally." Puck laughed as she sat beside him, resting her head in her hands on he table. They began apologizing for the things they had done, explaining each and making it a game while being sincere.

"I'm sorry I didn't come to the baby shower, even if you said it wasn't important I still should have been there. If its anything to do with my baby then I should be there regardless."

"I'm sorry I made you upset with Finn, I didn't realize how that looked or made you feel. He is my friend though, but if it makes you uncomfortable then just like your doing with your dad, I'll tell him to back off."

"I'm sorry I stormed out and left you alone, I was pissed but its no excuse for walking out and leaving you upset."

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the weird phone call. I saw how happy you were with your dad and I didn't want to ruin that."

"I'm sorry I didn't get your calls. My dad had my cell because his is dead and he had mine off at that moment. I shouldn't have done that, knowing you might need to reach me at anytime, so first thing tomorrow I'll get it back."

"I'm sorry I compared you to your dad…I don't have any explanation, it was just wrong and I'm sorry." The two smiled at each other as they finished, Quinn wanting to cry because she felt so much better.

"I've got one more," Puck said as he leaned into her, "I'm sorry I didn't say I love you back. I do love you Quinn, and I'm gonna try to get my shit together ok?" Quinn laughed as he pulled her in his lap, kissing her cheeks while squeezing her tightly.

"You were so sweet and then you threw the "shit" in there. So perfect, so Puck." She turned in his lap to face him, running her finger down his nose.

"We're good?" she asked softly.

"We're great babe. Now can I please come back and sleep upstairs?" he whined.

"I guess so," Quinn teased, squealing as he smacked her behind as she stood, "It has been awfully-"

"Awfully what?" Puck called behind him from the stairs, "Quinn?" He turned around to see her standing by the kitchen table, shaking as she looked down.

"Quinn wha-" a puddle of water surrounded her feet, her voice shaking as she smiled.

"I think its time."