So this wasn't my initial plan for this story, but I kinda wanna see where this storyline will take us. Thanks to everyone who is reading! Would love to hear reviews, just let me know how you like the story so far!

It has been three years since they last saw each other.

Puck's POV:

"Home? Wait, I can go home?"

"Yes, Mr. Puckerman. You've spent you designated time serving. You can go home. Thank you for your service. Go spend some time with your family." General Connor spoke, with high regard over the newly-named Sergeant.

Home? I don't think I even have have a home any more. But what about Quinn? She hasn't contacted me at all. I've sent her letter after letter, only because we couldn't have electronics on base. But I never got a reply. I need to find her, I need to set things right.

I'm on the first flight back to New Haven. I try to plan what to say in my head, but nothing processes. God. I'm so stupid. Yeah, I know, I've been having this debate over and over in my head ever since I left our apartment. It's been three freaking years. I don't think she will ever want to talk to me, even see me ever again. But I'm still as in love with her as I was when I left. This love never left. And if I still feel it, I know she does.

I arrive at our apartment, and man, it looks so different. It doesn't even feel like home anymore. I walk up the stairs until I am face to face with the door that I walked away from that night, and yes, I fully regret that night. I pull my fist up to knock on the door, but I can't bring myself to do it. I turn around and lean against the wall. I let out a deep sigh. What the hell am I doing? I need her. A day didn't go by that I didn't think about her. I was constantly thinking about her. The further I am away from her, the more I realize that there is this empty space in my heart that I know is meant for her to fill. With a new sense of confidence, I pull myself back in front of the door and I manage to bring myself to knock on the door.

But what I wasn't expecting was this old lady, who looked like she was in her late seventies, to open the door.

"Hello?" she asked, in such a quiet but really sweet voice.

"Hi, um, I'm Noah Puckerman. I'm looking for Quinn Fabray? Is she here?"

"Oh no, dearie. I think you're mistaken. I've been living in this apartment for the past three years. Wait, you did say Fabray right? These ears aren't as good as they used to be."

"Yes ma'am, we..." I cough, "I mean, she used to live here. In fact, I have a picture of her." I pull out my wallet, and rifle through it, looking for the only thing that kept me sane on base. I get it out, it was the picture I took the night before I left. She is so beautiful. I give this woman the picture. She studies it and her eyes light up.

"Oh yes! I met her when I came to look at the apartment! She is such a sweetheart!"

"Wait?! She sold you this? I'm sorry for all the questions, I'm kinda in love with her, and this was our apartment before I made the stupidest mistake of my life and left without saying goodbye." I choke, and I could feel like this woman has seen more of me in this two minute conversation than most people have in their lives.

"Hold on one second," she says, as she retreats back into the apartment. She comes out with a stack of letters, all unopened and all addressed to one Quinn Fabray. "You're him, aren't you?" She hands me back the picture along with the stack of letters, and the note that I had left her that night. "I was cleaning out the bedroom not too long after I had moved in. I found this under the bed. And not too long after that I got a letter, and they just kept coming. I didn't have the heart to get rid of them so I kept them realizing that whoever was writing these letters will come to find them someday. And it looks like you did."

I nod my head, silently, acknowledging the letters, not being able to look this little old lady in the eye. She never read the note. She never got the letters. The first one I sent was a month after I got to base, this means she gave our place away before then. I'm on the verge of tears, I know right? The badass with a big heart. Whatever... I have to stay strong because if I don't I will lose her forever. But it already feels like I have lost her. Why am I so fucking stupid?

After regaining my composure, the little lady looking over me with a sense of compassion, I finally speak up, with hope that I can salvage whatever is left of my love for Quinn, "Do you know where she is, where she went?"

"All I know is when I talked to her about getting the house, she was having an internal debate whether or not to close the deal. After she signed, she mentioned something about starting over in a bigger city around friends, and I wished her well."

"I literally just met you, and I don't even know your name, but I think you might've just given me the second chance I was looking for, thank you so freaking much! If there is anything that I can do for you, I will do it, I promise." I pulled her into a hug, that almost suffocated the life out of her.

"It's Betty, Betty Pendergrass. And all you can do for me, dear, is go find this love of your life and never let her go, ok?"

"I will, I promise! Thank you again, I don't know what I would've done without you."

I thank her yet again with a hug, and run off with Ms. Pendergrass smiling behind me.

And to where I'm headed, it's time for the Puckasaurus to take on New York City. All I can say is, wish me luck.