(Quinn's Point of View)
I paced for about an hour when Puck's mom and sister ran into the emergency room.
"Quinn?" His mom asked. I nodded, careful to not meet her eyes when she did something unexpected. She embraced me like a mother would. I squeezed her back.
"It's so great to see you after all this time." She reassured. I couldn't help but smile.
"How is he?" She asked.
"Excuse me, are you Quinn?" A doctor asked. I nodded.
"He suffered a lot of injuries on his right side. A few broken ribs, bruised bones, a minor concussion, but nothing that time won't heal." We let out a sigh of relief.
"His vital signs are normal, so after some tests he should be free to leave in a few days."
"Thank you doctor! Can we see him?" Mrs. Puckerman said.
"Right this way. I think he just woke up."
…..
Puck was a fighter. According to the doctor, things should have been worse. Apparently, when Puck woke up, his lung had collapsed and sent him into a mini panic attack.
I was grateful for that, we all were, but it still hurt to see him look so helpless in bed.
"Noah, we came as soon as we heard. What happened?" Mrs. Puckerman asked grabbing his left hand in between hers.
"It was an accident. I looked at my phone, then before you know it I was unconscious." He admitted.
Did he not know that Finn was the one who hit him?
"We're just glad you're okay." His sister added gripping her mom's shoulder, stopping the questions.
Puck nodded before falling asleep.
After 2 phone calls, some tea and a lot of praying Puck finally woke up.
…..
(Puck's point of view)
I woke up to this annoying beeping sound that I assumed was hooked up to me.
"Quinn?"
"Hey. You scared us." She said her eyes taking in my right side. I did the same thing, and instantly regretted it.
"Puck, try not to move. You were in a car accident and your body needs time to heal."
I moaned in pain, wishing for something stronger than whatever was in my IV.
Quinn pulled her chair closer to grab my left hand.
"You're going to be ok. The doctor said your injuries should have been worse." She reassured getting quiet.
"What's wrong?" I asked. Her silence was never good.
"It's my fault that you're here." I was confused.
"My fiancé, Daniel read the letters that you sent me and ran into Finn when he showed up at the P.O. box. He knows that Finn isn't Beth's father and he told Finn."
What?
"Finn did this to me?" I spat angrily.
Quinn got up and sat on the edge of my bed.
"We have to answer questions from the police tomorrow." She trailed off.
"So, we'll tell them the truth. Your fiancé and your crazy ex tried to gang up on the father of your child." I gritted between my teeth when it hit me.
Five years ago, I gave up my best friend and almost everything to have my daughter in my life, while Finn gave up the chance to be a father and because he never looked back, I could help Shelby with Beth.
All this time, Santana being here helped Quinn, but Finn being away helped me, and while he ran into me, I couldn't send him to jail for being angry that I betrayed him.
Quinn and I lied, stealing his life to protect our lies for years and without that lie he wasn't sure who his friends were and where to go from here.
"Puck, we have to talk to Finn."
…
(Finn's point of view)
I'm an idiot. How could I move back home to comfort my family and get arrested and almost murder Puck in the process?
What happened to me?
Murder wasn't in my nature, anger, hate, evil, that wasn't how I lived, but then again five years ago I didn't know that this whole thing would be a lie. I didn't know that my best friend Puck would sleep with my girlfriend Quinn and both lie to me for years about it. I didn't know if I was feeling more hurt than betrayed when I ran into his truck. It was too much to process.
"Hudson, you have one phone call." The officer shouted.
If I was going to be arrested for attempted murder, I had to know the truth, so I dialed the familiar house phone.
"Fabray residence."
"Daniel. Hey, it's Finn."
"Hey Finn. How'd it work out with Puck? Did you find him?" I snickered.
"You mean, did I do your dirty work?" I spat.
"Nothing personal Finn, I just thought that if you got rid of Puck, and you went down instead of me, Quinn and I could ride off into the sunset with Beth."
"Are you crazy? She'd never love you once I tell her what you did!"
"That's where you're wrong because once you go off to rot in jail, and puck recovers, we can fight for legal custody of Beth and because I have the money, we will win."
I felt the tears come and as I hung up, I didn't fight them.
If only I listened to Rachel. If only I knew that I would be here 24 hrs ago.
…..
I was starting to fall asleep when they shouted my name and took me to a room where Puck and Quinn were.
"You can escort me back to my cell." I said plainly. Quinn looked hurt. Puck didn't look at me partly because one eye was still swollen from when I punched him.
"This will only take a second." Quinn begged.
I sighed and took the seat closest to the door.
"Finn.." I cringed hearing her voice. I never wanted to hear that voice again.
"I know that we lied to you, we stole your life, your dreams because we feared taking responsibility." Quinn started.
"But, we never wanted to hurt you." Quinn finished.
"It was my idea to drink that night when things got serious and I didn't stop it." Puck admitted.
"And it was my idea to lie and keep Puck as far away because I didn't want to hurt you anymore than I already did. I didn't want you to leave me for Rachel, and if I stayed with you, you wouldn't have figured out that I loved Puck too. I didn't want to choose between you two because I knew that if I chose one I lost the other, so I stayed with you and cried for Puck."
The room was heavy. The silence was thick.
"If you never want to see me again, I'll honor your wishes, but know that I am sorry Finn." Quinn said.
After a while, Quinn was helping Puck out of his seat. He grunted, leaning on his bad hand for support from the table.
"They said it should take me a few weeks to heal." He said to no one in particular.
"Look man, I'm sorry. I'm a lot of things, and I really sucked at being your best friend. I'm not asking for your forgiveness, but I do ask that you refrain from running me off the road so that I can walk straight." He joked.
I smirked feeling a little bad that he was in bad shape.
"I dropped the charges. I was distracted by my phone so I couldn't tell if you ran into me on purpose or if I ran a stop sign." He winked. Quinn smiled and threw her arm around his waist to help him stay balanced.
"Hey Puck?" I said before they left.
"When this is over, we should grab beer. I think we have a lot to catch up on." I said turning to face them with my famous crooked smile.
"I'll make it a six pack." He promised leaving me in the room.
…..
(Quinn's point of view)
"Where to Puck?"
"My apartment." He said.
The trip to his place was about a 35 minute drive. He failed to mention there were so many steps to get in the apartment. By the time we got to the front door, he was sweating.
I wasn't sure what to expect, but when I opened his door and turned on the lights I was shocked.
It was very, open and homey and full of pictures and designs that I didn't think Puck could think of on his own.
"Santana had me renovate two years ago. She said it was too manly." I followed him to his room where I helped him out of his shoes and his coat.
"It's really nice Puck." I said casually.
"Thanks. Thanks for everything." He said genuinely before resting his hand on my shoulder.
"I'm going to go shower. Help yourself to whatever you find." He said so I did.
I ventured into the closest room, the bathroom. It was bright yellow. I could image Beth at bath time blowing bubbles and giggling. I smiled to myself.
I made my way down the hallway, when I saw a door slightly cracked. It was Beth's room. I turned on the light, taking it all in, the stars on the ceiling, the nightstand, the colors and I gasped.
She had a picture on her nightstand of her, Puck and her mom. I turned to leave when I stepped on a bear, my old one probably Santana's doing. I sat on the bed starring at the bear for a while.
"Santana raided her old things for anything that was yours. Beth missed you that night, so we told her that if she hugged the bear you'd feel the hug too." Puck said from the doorway.
"She always sleeps with it." He added.
We fell quiet.
The emotions and bad decisions threatened to overwhelm me, so I cleared my throat taking the bear and leaving Beth's room. Puck followed.
I found myself sitting at the fireplace caressing a picture of him and Beth, wishing that I did right by them. I closed my eyes and hummed the same song to comfort me for years, Kiss' Beth.
I was dozing off on the couch, with my head resting on his chest when I heard him sing the last stanza.
Beth I know you're lonely
And I hope you'll be alright
Cause me and boys will be playing all night
All night
….
RING RING!
I jumped out of Puck's arms to find my phone.
"Hello?" I half mumbled.
"Quinnie, it's Daniel."
"Mom? Where are you?" I panicked.
….
Puck wouldn't let me go alone, so we both pulled up in my rental to the police station.
"Go find her. I'll catch up." Puck promised.
I got out of the car, busting through the main door looking around frantically when I heard the familiar voice.
"That was fast." She said like nothing happened.
I ran my hand through my hair before throwing my arms around her 5-foot frame. I never felt so blessed to see her.
"And Daniel?" I asked.
"Well, he's in jail for attempted murder. I was a witness to what he said to Finn that night on the phone so I recorded it and offered to turn it over to the police." She said feeling satisfied.
Suddenly disgusted that I ever met him, I took the ring off my finger and slipped it in my pocket. I could use the extra cash somewhere down the line, especially if I was moving in the near future. God knew that I wouldn't want to live in that apartment in New York after finding out what he did. In fact, I never wanted to see him again.
(Santana's point of view)
It was my day off from work, so you could imagine what that looked like.
I went to the spa and got the works: a facial, mud bath, hot rocks, and a full body massage.
I needed it. Well, what I really needed was some alcohol and sex but I settled for some personal time. I deserved that and some.
Finn was out of jail, Daniel, Quinn's insane ex was in jail, and Puck was ordered to be in bed for a few weeks.
My work was done. Well, for now at least.
I headed back to the locker room, missing it before it ended.
Surprised, Berry called.
"Hi Santana." She hesitated. I smiled. Was she afraid to talk to me?
"What's up?" I said, surprisingly in a good mood.
"I never got to thank you for helping me fix things with Shelby and Finn."
"Don't mention it Berry. Unfortunately, it was a one-time deal." I said sarcastically.
"Well, I appreciate it. In fact, I have tickets to my performance coming up if you'd like to come?" She trailed off unsure.
"Sure! I could make a trip to New York."
Maybe it's time to cash in that vacation that Quinn promised.