A/N: Hello there!

Ok, so this chapter is a little shorter than some of the others, but hopefully it will help everyone see a little bit of what's going on in Puck's head at the moment. I'm hoping to get the chance to rewatch season three soon so that I can add in some things that actually happen in the programme too. I've got some ideas, but it will mean that any attempt at keeping a realistic timeline is out of the window haha :)

Also, I've been rereading some of the earlier chapters, and I realised that from the way I've written it, it seems like Nikki and Puck do nothing but kiss. I promise there is a little bit more substance to their relationship haha. I'm going to try to put a little less kissing in, and a little bit more other relationship things, like actual conversation haha I'm going to put in some more friendships too, so hopefully that will add a little bit more to Nikki's character.

Anyway, enough of my rambling! I'll shut up and just let you read it lol.

Please R+R! I was totally overwhelmed by the amount of reviews I had when I woke up the morning after posting the last chapter (I did it just before going to bed lol) and it totally motivated me to write this chapter haha :)

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That night, Puck couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned, and no matter what he did, he couldn't keep his eyes closed. He knew what he wanted, but at ten past one in the morning, he knew he couldn't have it. He couldn't escape from the fact that he couldn't avoid telling Nikki about Beth forever, and he ran through what seemed like hundreds of scenarios detailing how and when he should do. But none of them seemed right, and in his head, they all had the same ended.

Nikki telling him she didn't love him anymore, and leaving.

Puck wasn't sure of much, but he was certain that he couldn't –wouldn't- risk that happening. But he had to tell her. It wasn't like the past-girlfriends talk, and it wasn't even comparable to the 'first time' conversation. This was real; it mattered, it was important, and Puck had no idea what he was supposed to do about it.

As he struggled to think about how to say it, an idea occurred to him; he could write it. Happier with the prospect, Puck jumped from his bed and grabbed a scrap of paper. He would slip it into Nikki's locker in the morning and disappear for a few hours, so that by the time he saw her in the afternoon, Nikki would have had time to calm down and think about things, and hopefully they would be able to work everything out once the initial awkwardness was gone.

However, as the paper in the trashcan mounted up, and hours flew by like seconds, Puck realised that it wasn't as easy as it had first seemed. Before he realised, he no longer needed to use his lamp to illuminate his words, because the rising sun was bleeding through the gap in the curtains. He dragged tired eyes over to the clock on the wall. The hands were slowly edging towards five in the morning. He had been trying for the best part of four hours to find the best way to tell Nikki about Beth, the right words that would explain it better on paper than it could verbally, but in the end he had accomplished no more than he would have done in four minutes. He picked up a few of the crumpled balls, reading what he had felt was right at the time of writing them.

Nikki,

There's something I need to tell you.

He'd scribbled that out almost as soon as the words had appeared on the paper.

Nikki,

I think you should know that

He'd known that these words made the whole thing seem too casual. It wasn't casual, it was important, and he needed to get the right message across straight away.

Nikki,

You know I love you

How cheesy is that? He thought when looking back over his own messy scrawl.

Nikki,

I had sex with Quinn. We had a baby. Her name is Beth. Just thought you should know.

He'd gotten frustrated by the time he had written this, and had just written the first thing to come to his head. He knew what he needed to say, and he knew how he wanted to do it, but every time he thought the right words were in his grasp, they would slip away from him at the last second, and what he produced was nowhere near what he had imagined writing.

Puck rubbed a hand over his face. He was tired, but he knew that if he went to sleep now, he wouldn't get up in time for school. Any other time he would have just skipped his morning classes, but, although he didn't want to see Nikki for fear of him being too uncomfortable around her until he had things figured out, the thought of not seeing her almost made his head spin.

Get a hold of yourself, he thought She's just a girl.

No, that wasn't true. To Puck, Nikki wasn't 'just a girl'. She was in a completely different league to 'just a girl'. With a deep sign, Puck slipped into sweatpants and decided to go for a run instead, to wake himself up.

The early morning air was cool and crisp. Puck felt his lungs fill up with icy breeze, and the fatigued fog clearing for his mind. For a while, he tried to push everything from his mind; Nikki, Beth, glee club, school. But no matter how hard he tried, they kept pooping back into his thoughts, so he eventually turned to return home, totally unprepared for the day ahead.