After the glee club was disbanded, Quinn and Puck took their fling to the next level. They started spending every second together in an apartment they rented in New Haven, happily in love. It took five years just to get to that point. Just three months in, everything ended with a phone call.
Puck's POV
"Hi, um, yes. May I please speak to Noah Puckerman?" a rough, deep voice said on the other end of the line.
"This is him."
"Hello Mr. Puckerman, I am General Connor, head of the base in Iraq, calling to inform you that you have just been called in for service. You have one day to pack. Flight leaves at 08:00 hours."
How can I respond when a million things are whizzing through my head? I thought I had already done my service. I can't just not go, I can't refuse to serve my country. But if I do go, everything is going to change. I can't let that happen, I'm finally happy for once in my miserable life.
"Um, I... will be there, sir. Thank you, sir. I won't let this country down, sir." I respond, not fully reciprocating what I had just been told. I hang up the phone and manage to sit down on the edge of the bed, just trying to stable myself.
"Oh my god, Quinn..." I mutter to myself as my grip gets tighter on my phone. I fall back on the bed. I stare at the ceiling until I finally muster the strength to sit up. I can't contain my anger. Before I knew it, my phone was in pieces next to the wall. Why me? Why can't I get one thing straight in my damn life? What am I going to tell her? This is going to break her, and I'm the cause of it. I'm always the cause of it.
All of a sudden, I hears footsteps outside the door of our room. I hear the knock.
"Ook, are you ok?" came the sweetest, most angelic voice that I will never, ever, get tired of hearing. Yeah, so what we have nicknames for each other. Thats what healthy couples do, right? Oh, who am I kidding. I will never have a semi-decent relationship with Quinn. We're soulmates, but the universe doesn't want us to be together. What am I saying? Fuck the universe! All I know is that I love her, and I'm pretty sure she loves me. That is until I tell her about the call. We are meant to be together whether it's now or in the future, but Quinn Fabray will always be mine.
"Yeah," I reply as she walks from the doorway to where I am sitting. She makes her way on the bed, and hugs me from behind. Her head rests on my shoulder, and her arms wrap around my middle. She smells like a mixture of lavender and lilac, and trust me I had no idea what those smelled like until I met Quinn. I inhale deeply, knowing I won't get to soon.
"Something's wrong, I can tell. Also, your phone is currently, um, not whole. Noah Puckerman, just tell me, what is it?"
"It's nothing," I say. I can't tell her. "Well, actually, UCONN just beat the Mavs." I look down, not being able to make eye contact with her. "I just really thought they had it this time."
"God, Noah. We really need to work on your anger management issues." She laughs in my skin. "You had me worried there, for a minute."
"You and me, both." I mutter, under my breath. I have to make these last two days count for something. Something that we will both remember while I'm gone. The love.
She put her lips on my neck, knowing that was my weakness. She kissed, and started to suck. Oh man, that's definitely going to turn out as a hickey tomorrow. I moan as her lips leave my neck.
I manage to maneuver around to her, and lay her down. I kiss her with so much passion, that I know, in that moment, we will always love each other. She just smiles against my lips. She's just beautiful. I pull away, but only to grab the camera that is sitting on the bedside table. She laughs, and tries to shield her face from view. But it's too late. I get the picture.
"I love you. I always want you to remember that; I never want you to forget. I love you, Quinn Fabray. Forever and always."
She blushes, and just pulls me back down to her lips. And we all know where it goes from there. And in that moment everything felt perfect.
Once she fell asleep, I managed to snake my way out of her arms. I went to my desk where there was pen and paper stashed. And I just started writing. I did not sleep one bit that night, and I left before sunrise, leaving the note on the nightstand. I need her to understand why I did this. I need to understand that I did it for her. Did I do it for her, or did I do it for myself? I look back at this beautiful angel sleeping so peacefully. I don't want to leave her, but it's my only option now. I place a kiss on her forehead, and I just leave. I walk out of our apartment, not knowing when I'll be back. I left my only source of happiness without looking back because I knew if I did, I would just fall apart. She's Quinn Fabray, and she will be ok. I know she will. But will I?