A/N: I meant to get this up much sooner, but it took me a bit longer than planned to write this chapter because I wanted it to be perfect. Of course, it isn't and there are still many things I would fix, but then it would be weeks before I could get it up and...well, I'm not gonna make you all wait that long! Anyway, I hope you all enjoy it! It's got plenty of Quick goodness.


"Hey…"

For a moment, Puck had no idea what to else to say. She was staring at him, a small smile on her face, and he was staring at her too, unable to look away. He vaguely noticed Emma pushing past them both to join the others behind them.

It was hard to think of the right thing to say in a moment like this, when he was seeing someone for the first time in two years – someone he still cared very much about (or rather someone he still loved, but he wasn't sure he was ready to admit that to himself yet). Nothing seemed right. And it was extra hard when he was finding himself lost in her beautiful eyes. That alone sent him into a hazy stupor that he struggled to find his way out of.

God, she was beautiful. What had he been thinking, leaving her? He wanted so badly to reach out and run his hands through her soft, gorgeous blond hair – and more than anything he wanted to pull her into his arms and feel her lips against his…His mind was running off into directions it really shouldn't be going. He tried to stop it, but the way she was looking at him made it almost impossible.

Quinn's quiet voice broke him out of his trance. "How've you been?"

Ah, yes, that was a good question to ask someone you hadn't seen in awhile. Why hadn't he thought of that? He cleared his throat and tried to get his jumbled mind straight. "Good. How about you?"

"I've been good," she replied.

"That's good." He was stumped again. He had known something like this could happen, so on the plane ride here, he had made sure to come up with numerous talking points just for this conversation. Of course when the big moment actually came he couldn't remember a single one.

Mercifully, as the seconds ticked by, Quinn took over. "It's really good to see you, Puck."

"Yeah," he mumbled. "It's good to see you too."

In fact, he had never felt so good. He had been on a high singing that song earlier – one of his all-time favorites – and then he'd seen her, staring at him across the room, a smile on her face all the while as she watched him sing. He didn't even know how he'd made it through the rest of the song because once his eyes had found hers, he was gone.

"You sounded really good. I missed hearing you sing."

He grinned. "I missed it too. I haven't sung in awhile."

She looked at him in surprise. "Why not?"

He gave a little shrug. "Just haven't felt like it." Really, though, singing reminded him of her and since he had wanted to do everything he could to forget her, he tended not to sing much anymore. He would still play his guitar from time to time, but he would never do more than humming along to the tune.

"I know what you mean," Quinn said. "I haven't sung in forever.

"Well, that's going to change for both of you tonight," Rachel interrupted, and then Puck felt Rachel's hand grip the back of his shoulder, pulling him backwards, before she grabbed Quinn's hand and pulled her in with the rest of the group. Hands on hips in typical Rachel Berry style, Rachel looked at them both with wild determination. "Sorry to interrupt, but there will be plenty of time to talk later. Now, we sing."

Since Puck knew at this point that they didn't have a choice (Rachel was no longer in her more laid-back, post-high school mode, she was in full on glee club, drama queen of the century Rachel Berry mode), he sent an apologetic shrug to Quinn before joining in with the others as they all started up on Don't Stop Believing.

It was almost two hours later when the music finally started dying down and everyone started breaking off to talk again. He was actually a little surprised at how much fun he was having. Sure, their perfectly synchronized singing despite years of no practice didn't make a lot of sense, and yes, it was rather cheesy, but he found it refreshing to spend time with the few people in his life that really mattered to him. And then there was the fact that he hadn't realized how much he'd really missed singing, not just in general, but with all of these people.

He was damn hot, though. Literally. Being crowded in such a small room with so many people and dancing and singing like they had made him feel like his throat was about to close off from the heat. He made his way into the kitchen and ducked his head into the fridge before grabbing a cold water bottle.

"Can you grab me one too?"

An automatic smile came to him at the sound of her voice. He grabbed a second bottle before turning around and tossing it to Quinn.

She grinned. "Thanks."

He watched her take a long sip from the bottle, enjoying the way her eyes closed in pleasure as she drunk it down, and the flushed look on her face as she leaned heavily against the counter, her dress clinging a little more tightly than normal due to the barely visible sweat on her chest..

He couldn't help the smirk on his face; she was just too good to look at. "Fun stuff, eh?"

"Mmm, yeah." She took another sip and he tried to hide his grin. "It's been so long since we've done this. I missed it."

"Me too." His eyes darted around the room as he sipped at his water before landing back on her. "So I hear you're dating a doctor."

Quinn stiffened. "He's not a..." She shook her head, frowning slightly. "Yeah, his name's Ryan."

"Ryan." He tested the name out, not even bothering to hide his distaste, and took another drink of his water. "Hmm."

She arched an eyebrow. "What does that mean?"

He played innocent. "What?"

"The way you said Ryan."

"What way?"

She gave him an exasperated look and he just smiled because he'd missed that look a hell of a lot more than he should have.

"You wanna get out of here?" he asked.

Her face twisted from annoyance to surprise. "Get out of here?"

"Yeah. It's so stuffy in here. I need a breather. Let's go for a walk or something."

He didn't know why he was feeling so much more confident now. It must have had to do with the singing or something. It put him in a good mood, a confident mood and he felt like he had to do something about Quinn now before he lost it and chickened out.

She blinked a couple of times. "Okay."

"Good." He started walking for the door. She followed a few steps behind, looking a bit unsure about herself. He stopped at the door and put a hand on her forearm. "It really is amazing to see you again, Quinn."

She just smiled, murmuring that she felt the same, and he put his hand on the small of her back as he led her down the hall.

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Something was wrong. This whole thing was wrong. There had to be some sort of catch. It was just too…easy. Quinn had spent weeks worrying about seeing Puck again – had even made herself sick to her stomach with thoughts of what could go wrong. Yet here they were, walking slowly down the New York sidewalk, laughing as they reminisced about one particular day in Glee, when Mercedes and Santana had made fools of themselves when they'd had a literal sing-off in front of the whole Glee club before almost getting into a fist fight.

"I mean, I get it, obviously," Puck said. "I'm hot." He gave her wink as he flung his arm out and flexed his muscles. "Who wouldn't want this?"

Grinning, she raised an eyebrow. "I'll pass."

He laughed. "Come on, baby, you know as well as I do that you're the one girl who never could resist this. That's never gonna change."

She slapped his annoyingly perfect toned arm. He was probably right. "Shut up."

Yes, this was definitely wrong.

They were supposed to be fighting, and this verging on flirting thing they had going on was certainly not that. And even if they weren't fighting, they shouldn't have been so comfortable with each other. It should have been awkward and uncomfortable and they should have been dying to get out of each other's presence. This was just too perfect.

They passed a cop car and Quinn noticed a man slumped in the back seat, staring out the window with a scowl. Puck stopped, glancing around with an intrigued look on his face. "I wonder if someone was murdered or something."

She snorted. Of course Puck would jump to that conclusion. "I'm pretty sure they're just stopping in for coffee," she said, pointing to the coffee shop next to them, where two police officers were indeed sitting inside, lost in conversation as they sipped at their coffee.

Puck grinned. "Cops are so badass. They go catch the bad guys and then stop for cup of coffee and a donut on their way to jail. It's awesome."

Chuckling at his randomness, she nodded. "Mhmm…"

They continued walking, a smile still on her face. Puck's candidness always amused her. He used to bring up the most random things, most of which was utterly pointless but always ended up keeping her entertained. She was glad to know that aspect of him hadn't changed; it was one of the things she had loved most about him.

She looked over at him only to find that he was looking at her too. "What?"

He just shrugged, smiling softly. "I don't know."

She raised an eyebrow. "You don't know?"

"Nope." He stared back ahead. "Well, I guess I do."

She chuckled before playfully nudging him. "What is it then?"

"I guess I just missed this." He looked at her again and their eyes met. "You."

She could feel the blush coming to her face as her eyes fell to the ground. "I missed this too…I missed you."

They fell into silence, walking slowly together. His hand kept brushing her side and she wondered when he was finally going to gain the courage to hold her hand. She was surprised he hadn't already, actually. She wanted him to. She knew she shouldn't – because she did have a boyfriend and even though hand-holding wasn't necessarily cheating it was pushing the boundaries – but she couldn't help it. She had missed Puck so unbelievably much and she couldn't even remember the last time he had held her hand - touched her, kissed her.

To distract herself from the urges she really shouldn't be having, she decided to bring up something she had wanted to talk to him about for a long time now. "How's your mom, Puck?"

"She's really good, actually. The cancer's gone, for now at least, and she's pretty much completely recovered."

"That's great," she said.

When Rachel had told her over a year ago that Puck's mother had been diagnosed with breast cancer, Quinn's first instinct had been to go to him, to be there for him because she knew he needed the support. Of course she had been too much of a coward to do that. Her next instinct had been to at least give him a phone call. She hadn't done that either. The number of times when she'd been that close to calling him was countless, but in the end, the fear of talking to him again after the way they had ended things won out.

"Puck, I'm so sorry I never called or anything. I wanted to. I thought about it all the time. I was just too scared to do it. I was tempted to even just call your mom, let her know I was thinking of her, but I didn't want her to tell you I'd called, so I never did. It was selfish of me and I regret it very much."

"It's okay, Quinn." He looked down at her with a sincerity that told her he really meant it; he wasn't holding anything against her. "I probably would have acted the same way if I were in your shoes. My mom understands too." He looked away, his eyes growing distant. "I did want you to call, though. I waited everyday for you to. But I knew it wouldn't happen. You were too stubborn. And so was I."

"Yeah..." It really was a good thing Rachel and Finn decided to have this engagement party or she and Puck would still be trying to exist without each other. In a way, she had always known that it would take some meddling from her friends to get her and Puck to see each other again. They were both too stubborn to do it themselves.

She stopped suddenly as she set foot in familiar territory. A sheepish smile came to her lips; she hadn't even realized they had been heading this way. Part of her wondered if she'd done it on purpose. "That's actually my apartment building over there," she said, pointing to the building across the street.

"Is it?" Puck crossed his arms, a grin on his face. She had a strong feeling he was expecting her to invite him up.

"Do you want to go up?" she asked. "I could show you around. Not that there's much to see."

"Sounds good to me."

She nodded and they crossed the street together. She wasn't sure this was a good idea, but it was a little too late for her to back out. They needed to talk, though. There were certain, more important issues they had yet to discuss and it would be good to do it in the privacy of her home…She just hoped she'd be able to keep herself from doing anything she'd regret.

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Quinn unlocked the door before swinging it open and leading him inside. Puck glanced around. It was a pretty nice place. Better than he would ever been able to afford. She had to be doing pretty well for herself.

He gave an appreciative nod. "Nice place."

She looked a little nervous as she twiddled with the keys in her hands. "It's so small."

"Who cares? It's your own. That's all that matters. I'd kill to have my own place."

"Why don't you?" she asked. "You don't have to live with your mom, do you?"

He didn't have to, he supposed, but he felt like he needed to. His mom was still pretty weak and she needed all the help she could get. Plus, there was no way he'd be able to afford a decent place anyway. Quinn didn't need to know that, though. "Mom needs me," was all he said.

"That's so sweet of you, taking care of her, I mean. Not a lot of people would make the sacrifice you've made."

He shrugged. "It's nothing." Honestly, he didn't feel like he sacrificed anything. He was there for his mom because he had nowhere else to be. Yeah, he would have made sure she was taken care of no matter where he was, and he sure as hell would have made sure he was by her side for the chemo and all that, but he wouldn't have uprooted his life for her like Quinn seemed to think he would.

Not wanting to focus on this anymore, he nodded towards the living room. "You wanna sit down or something?"

"Oh, yeah," she said quickly. "Sorry, I wasn't thinking…"

He followed her into the living room, where a black leather couch, a coffee table, and small TV were the only occupants. The pictures littered along the coffee table immediately caught his eye and a big grin came to his lips.

"Beth." He instinctively grabbed one of the pictures. It was one of the ones from Shelby's most recent letter – just a close-up of Beth. He didn't know what the situation was, but he imagined someone was doing something to annoy her, because her smile was a mischievous one, and her eyes were narrowed in a teasing glare that suggested she was keeping a close eye on the one behind the camera. His favorite part – something he'd noticed the moment he'd first seen the picture – was the light brown eyebrow that was arched just slightly over her dark eye; she was all Quinn.

Quinn took a seat next to him and looked down at the picture he was holding. "I was looking at them earlier today."

He just shook his head, grinning ear to ear as he looked back at Quinn. "God, she is so you it's not even funny."

"Really? All I see when I look at her is you."

"It's the hair," he said, looking back down at the picture. "Everything else is you, though."

"I don't know. I think we'll have to agree to disagree on that."

His eyes moved to Quinn again. His smile softened. Every time one of Shelby's letters would arrive, he would lock himself in his bedroom and spend hours looking at the pictures of his daughter. And not one single moment went by that he didn't wish Quinn was there with him, that they could experience getting to know their daughter in the only way they could together. Now, as he sat here next to her, staring down at the stack of pictures she'd collected over the years, he wondered if he'd ever be able to go back to doing that by himself. He had a strong feeling he wouldn't.

Quinn was looking right at him, lips twisting into a frown. Preparing himself, he took a slow and steady breath; he could tell things were about to turn serious.

"Did you really mean it, Puck? Before you left, when you said that our relationship wasn't worth you staying. Because I never meant what I said about not wanting you here, that you were holding me back. I was just reacting instictively to make it seem like your words didn't hurt me. But I just...I never really knew if you meant it or not…"

He cut her off before she could say anything else, not wanting her to think for even a second longer that he had meant what he'd said. "No."

He saw a spark of relief cross her face and it literally crushed him to know that, all this time, she had actually believed him. His hand grazed her knee. He needed her to understand how truly sorry he was – for what he'd said, for the way he'd left things, for everything.

"I didn't mean it. Not for a second. I was just being…" A bitter smile formed on his lips. "Stubborn. I was unhappy with my own life and I was jealous of your own. You were doing so well, and I, well…wasn't."

"Why didn't you ever tell me? We could have talked about it. We could have figured things out together."

He lifted an eyebrow. He didn't think it would have been that easy. "Well, first of all, I didn't want to tell you. I didn't want you to see me the way I saw myself – as a failure. "

"Puck, I wouldn't have—."

He raised a hand to stop her. He needed to get this out. It was over two years in the making. "Second of all, even if I had wanted to tell you, it's not like you would have actually had the time to listen. You were so busy with school and work that it got to the point that we were lucky to have a five minute phone conversation, let alone actually talk in person. I mean, God I loved you, Quinn, but we were falling apart and you didn't even have the time to notice."

"I noticed," she muttered, and, as if ashamed by her admittance, she looked away from him.

"Oh yeah? Then why didn't you ever do anything about it?"

She glared at him. "Why didn't you?"

"Because," he said, shoulders sagging as he let out a long sigh, "I had finally accepted what I should have accepted way back in high school."

"And what was that?"

"That I wasn't good enough for you."

His words were met with silence. She stared at him, eyes narrowing as she slowly shook her head. "Puck…" He could see tears forming in her eyes. Great. Now he was making her cry. "How could you ever think that?"

He wrung his hands together, frustrated, as he tried to find the right words to explain what he'd known for awhile now. "You're like…perfect. You knew what you wanted to be before we even graduated. You set goals for yourself and you reached every single one. You're smart and hard-working and you never give up. You have everything going for you. And I don't. I never did. I was the bully who threw kids in the dumpster to make me feel better about myself. I barely got by in school – probably only graduated because I had you to help me out. I couldn't get into any decent colleges, not even on a football scholarship. I've never been anything great, and I'm never going to be. You, on the other hand, are meant for greatness. You're already there, actually."

She was shaking her head back and forth, as if in complete denial of everything he was. "No, Puck. No. You're so wrong, it's unreal." She put a firm hand on his knee. "First off, I'm not perfect. Far from it. Second of all, you're focusing on all the positives in my life and all the negative in yours. Have you forgotten who I am, Puck? I'm the girl who cheated on her boyfriend with his best friend. I'm the president of the celibacy club who got knocked up at sixteen. I'm the girl who lied about the identity of my baby's father for months. I'm the girl who treated you like dirt, just because I didn't want people to see me for the hypocrite I was. I'm the girl who tortured people like Rachel just because she was different. Does that sound perfect to you, Puck?"

"That was the old you, though. You've changed."

"And you haven't?"

"Obviously I haven't," he scoffed. "I'm 22 years old and I'm still working at Burt's, not to mention still living with my mom."

Quinn let out an exasperated sigh. "Why are you only focusing on the outward achievements? Who cares that you're working at Burt's? The fact of the matter is that you have a job, and you're using that job to provide for your sister and mother, who wouldn't be able to get by without you. You took care of your mother when she was going through one of the darkest times of her life, and you've taken the responsibility for your sister in the way that your father should have. You're taking care of your family, Puck, and from what I know, you're doing an amazing job of it. What's there to be ashamed of? So you dropped out of college. You're only 22. You can go back any time you want. And you haven't figured out what you want to do as your career. Once again, you're 22. You've got plenty of time to figure things out.

"Did you even listen to the words you and Finn were singing tonight?" she continued. "You could have the good life, Puck, but only if you let yourself have it. You're the only one standing in your way." Letting out a long breath, Quinn's face relaxed slightly. "So, you've got to stop feeling sorry for yourself. Because I have so much respect for you, for how hard you've worked to provide for your mother and sister, for how much you love them, for putting them before yourself. Puck, I'm being a hundred percent truthful when I tell you that you are the best man I know."

Unable to help it, he gave her a crooked grin and asked, "Better than your doctor?"

She let out a weak chuckle and, without even a hint of hesitance, nodded. "Better than Ryan."

"Well, I'm not sure I believe that," he said, leaning back into the couch and throwing his hands behind his head, "but thanks for everything else. I guess it kind of puts thing in a different perspective – a better one than my own, obviously."

Really, though, she was right. Always was. And he needed to hear the harsh truth of it all from her in order to actually believe it. She was the only one who could ever really get through to him.

She scooted closer to him, their knees brushing as his arm moved to rest around her shoulders. "You're way too hard on yourself, you know that right?"

He gave her a pointed look. "So are you."

"Yeah, but you're a hundred times worse. When did you start caring so much about what other people thought of you?"

"I don't know…sometime between moving here and leaving again."

"That's very specific."

He chuckled. "I really don't know when it happened. I didn't even realize how bad I was until today. I mean, I knew I was kind of bad, since Leah tells me I look depressed practically every day, but I didn't think anything of it, because it's Leah and I never take her seriously."

Quinn laughed quietly before resting her head on his shoulder. "You really should. She's a smart girl."

"She misses you, you know," he said, looking down at her seriously.

"I miss her too," Quinn murmured.

"Believe it or not, my mom misses you too." He paused, staring down at her hand, which was still on his knee. "You should come visit sometime..."

"I should." She tipped her head up to look at him. "I haven't been home in over two years. It's always my mom who comes to see me, not the other way around."

"You could bring your boyfriend," he added with a smirk. He didn't mean that – not for a second – but he wanted to see how she would react. From what he'd gathered about her boyfriend, she didn't seem to like him that much.

"I don't know about that," she said, her lips twisting into more of a cringe than smile.

Puck leaned forward again, looking at her seriously. "Can I ask you something personal?"

She arched an eyebrow. "Depends. Like if you're going to ask if I'm sleeping with Ryan, you're not going to get an answer."

His eyes narrowed. "I actually wasn't going to ask that, but since you brought it up, are you?" She swatted his arm and he grinned before continuing on with his original question. "Why are with this guy? Every time I mention him, you get this look on your face, like…like the idea of talking about him is about as unappealing as spending 24 hours straight with Rachel."

"But I like spending time with Rachel."

He waved her off. "You know what I mean. You just don't look very excited about him, that's all. I don't know about you, but if that's how I was feeling about my girlfriend, I'd be wondering if we should even be in a relationship."

She stared across the room, a distant look on her face. He could tell he was bringing out a complicated subject and she wouldn't be able to properly answer, because she probably didn't know the answers herself. "He's a really good guy, Puck," she finally said.

"No offense, but that's a really dumb excuse." She sent him a feisty glare, but he stood by his response. "Just because he's a good guy doesn't mean you need to stay with him. Besides," he added with a smirk, "I'm better than him, you said so yourself."

"It's just complicated," she said, releasing a heavy sigh.

"No, it's not. You either see a future with him or you don't. If you don't, you break up with him, if you do, you stay with him. It's pretty simple."

"Not everything's black and white, Puck."

"No, most of the time it's not, but I think with this guy it is. You think you could marry him someday?"

"I…" Her face scrunched up in obvious frustration. Her hesitance already told him the answer, but he wanted to hear it straight from her. "Do you?" he pushed.

With a sigh of acceptance, she shook her head. "No."

"Then break up with him," he said simply.

She let out a huff of annoyance. "Can we stop talking about this?"

He crossed his arms. "Fine."

Normally, he would have pushed the topic further, but this was the first time they'd seen each other in two years and he figured he didn't really have the right to push her buttons. Yet.

"Thank you." She lifted up her legs to rest on the coffee table before looking back at him, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes. "And I'm not."

"Huh?"

"I'm not sleeping with Ryan."

"Oh."

He was pretty sure he didn't stop smiling the whole rest of the night.

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It was much too late by the time Puck decided to go, or rather when Quinn decided to send him back to Rachel and Finn's. She hadn't paid any attention to the clock, so when he pointed out that it was past midnight she got over her surprise quickly and told him he should go. He hadn't wanted to (and she hadn't wanted him to either), but they both knew it would be over-pushing the boundaries of whatever the heck their relationship was if he stayed the night. Besides, Rachel and Mercedes had called numerous times in the past few hours and Quinn didn't want them thinking any more than they probably already were.

She walked with him to the door. He leaned against it, a soft smile on his face as he gently gazed down at her. She stood there, suddenly feeling a bit awkward, and fiddled with the hem of her shirt.

Puck's hand grazed her shoulder. "I'll see you tomorrow."

The touch of his hand putting her in a temporary daze, she squeaked out, "Tomorrow?"

"Yeah." He looked suddenly confused. "I thought everyone was having lunch before we all went home. Are you not going?"

"Oh, that." She laughed a bit to herself. What was Puck doing to her? "Yeah, I'm going."

"Good." She froze as he touched her again, this time his hand moving down to grasp hers. "I'll see you then."

She nodded slowly and met her eyes with his. He didn't make any move to leave. Instead he stared intently at her, his eyes piercing into her own. In that moment, she was so sure he was going to kiss her – she wanted him to, as much as she shouldn't – but a second later he turned around, opened the door and stepped out into the hall. A little surprised at his sudden departure, she stepped out after him, holding her hand up in a little wave.

He smiled back at her before turning the other way and heading down the hall. She watched him disappear around the corner before pulling herself back into the apartment.

"Well," she muttered to herself, "that went well."

She felt like she was in some sort of daze. Her mind was all fuzzy and she had a headache and she was starting to seriously question if this night had even been real. It had been perfect. Actually, it had been beyond perfect. There hadn't even really been any fighting. That in itself was the biggest miracle of all. She and Puck used to fight all the time. In some twisted way, they actually kind of enjoyed it. But going into tonight, she hadn't wanted any sort of fights. She had expected it, though. It just seemed a certainty. But this night had not met her expectations; it went far beyond it.

Walking slowly back into the living room, she slid back down onto the couch, the exhaustion of her very long and very interesting day finally hitting her. She didn't know what was going to happen with her and Puck, not a single clue, but what she did know was that this night certainly had not resulted in any sort of closure in their relationship. It seemed now that it had instead sealed the deal in her relationship with Ryan. At least she knew what she had to do with him now.

As for Puck and their relationship, she still had a lot of thinking she needed to do. In the meantime, though, she was just happy that they were finally moving on from their past. Now they could move on with their lives – and hopefully together.

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"You're back late."

Grimacing, Puck twisted around at the sound of the voice coming from the dark living room. A guilty smile overtook his face as he saw Finn sitting on the couch, the TV buzzing softly in the background.

"Yeah."

Finn chuckled. "Care to elaborate?"

Puck flung himself down onto the couch next to Finn and grinned. "Not really."

"Rachel's fast asleep. She pretty much exhausted herself with everything today, and when she's exhausted like this, nothing can wake her. So you don't have to worry about her coming in and bombarding you with questions. I won't ask too many either. I just want to know if you and Quinn made up and stuff. I mean, I'm thinking you did because you've been gone for hours and you don't look too unhappy, but it'd be nice to have some confirmation."

"We did," Puck said. "We talked everything out and…we're good."

Finn smiled. "That's really great, Puck. I'm glad."

Puck let out a long yawn. "Yup…"

Standing up, Finn patted Puck's back. "You look tired. I'll let you get some sleep."

Puck nodded, bidding him goodnight before stretching out his legs and laying on his back. As his eye lids drooped and sleep started taking over, he thought that this was the best night he'd had in over two years. Twenty-four hours ago, he had thought it would be one of the worst; how wrong he had been.

He just hoped Quinn would break up with her boyfriend soon, because he was pretty sure he and Quinn were meant to be together. Actually, no, he was positive they were. Even during all the time they'd been apart he had known that. She was the only girl for him. He hadn't ever given another girl more than a second glance because he knew it would be a waste of time. None of them mattered when they weren't her.

Puck was willing to wait for her – give her time to figure things out – but after tonight he wasn't sure he would be able to wait very long. He needed to be with her. Actually, he had no idea how the hell he'd lived without her all this time. So he'd give her time, but if she took too long, he might just have to take matters into his own hands.

Flipping onto his side, he allowed his eyes to finally close, a small smile still etched on his lips as he drifted off to sleep.


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