Puck's POV:

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit, shit.

I'm freaking out. I'm trapped. She's not going to be able to not see me. Oh well, here goes nothing.

I slowly stand and turn to face the girl I left way back when.

My eyes left the ground and scanned her body until they finally reached her eyes. Her hazel eyes grew big, her mouth hung open, and she just froze. Glad I still have that effect on her, but I definitely wasn't expecting it in these circumstances.

She quickly recovered, looking over her shoulder to make sure that Austin was still in the kitchen. And she turned back giving me that glare that she only reserved for Puckerman's.

"Oh, hell to the no," Quinn whispered angrily. "You don't get to do this. You don't get to waltz back into my life and make my life a living hell. I told you I never wanted to see you again. Ever. And you still managed to find a way to ignore what I want." She made her way close to my face and stuck her finger in my eyesight. I was afraid she was going to slap me again.

"Q-" I was about to speak but she cut me off.

"No, this time you are going to listen to me. You can stay for dinner, but you are not going to speak to me or even look at me. Austin will never find out about us or our history. I'm finally happy and you just fucked everything up again. You are never going to set foot in this apartment again, and you are never going to talk to me again. Are we clear? I mean what I say Puckerman." Quinn starts back into the kitchen, but turns around quickly. "I loved you and you left me. And now I hate you, and that will never change."

I see tears in her eyes, tears that I put there. Actually, I see years of tears. All because of me.

And she hates me. Man, that was a low blow. Seeing her like this pains me in the worst of ways. I know I hurt her, but I didn't think that she hated me because of it. I didn't think Quinn could hate anyone. Maybe it's denial, maybe she still feels something that she doesn't want to so she converts it into the worst feeling possible. Hate.

I'm going to do whatever I can to get Quinn to forgive me. Even if she doesn't like it or she doesn't let me. When Puckasaurus sets his sight on something, he never gives up. And I'm definitely not a quitter.

I sat alone in the main room for a another five minutes before Austin emerged from the kitchen with food on his arms. Quinn trailed behind him looking down, forcing herself not to make eye contact.

"Dinner's ready." Austin says, placing the food on the table. "Yo Puck, you can go ahead and sit right here," he gestured towards the chair against the wall of the kitchen. "Q," He motions for her to sit across from me, pulling out the chair for her. She smiles at him and takes her seat.

I wince as he uses the nickname that I gave Quinn. That was my nickname for her ever since freshman year. I'm pretty sure she saw me flinch too. And with that, dinner is served.

Throughout the dinner, Austin was the one initiating the conversation. It was all small talk, Quinn interjected things when Austin probed her to speak. I asked a couple meaningless questions as well, not too personal though millions of questions were on my mind. I needed to get out of here before something happens. Because like Quinn said, I screw everything up.

Austin excused himself to take some dishes to the kitchen, and I took this as my cue to leave. I got up from where I was sitting, Quinn was still sitting at the table, ignoring me, and made my way into the kitchen to thank Austin and tell him I was leaving.

"Oh don't thank me, it was all Quinn's idea and cooking, but I'll see you at work tomorrow, right? I'm gonna finish up in here, I'm pretty sure you know where the door is." he laughs as he washes off the dishes.

"Yeah, man. I'll see you later." I say, with a wave, as I exit the kitchen.

I appear back in the main room and I see Quinn standing by the already-open door. I guess she couldn't wait to never see me again. What am I doing? I am supposed to be fighting for her. I walk over to her. I'm halfway out the door before I stop and turn around to face her.

"Austin wanted me to thank you for the dinner, so thank you, I guess. He's a pretty cool guy. He's lucky to have you. And since you had your turn to talk, it's my turn. I know you want me to leave you alone, and I get that, but I can't do that Quinn. I know you hate me, but I know you love me because you have to love me to hate me." I say looking her straight in the eyes. "And, Quinn, I still love you. I always have and probably always will. And I know for sure that this isn't one sided. And you don't have to say anything now, but I am never going to leave you again. And I know you think I abandoned you and didn't try to reach out to you while I was gone, but I did. I have over thirty six letters all addressed to one Quinn Fabray. I will set them outside of your apartment and you can read them if you want to." Her eyes began welling up with tears, I reach out to cup her face. I wipe a falling tear with my thumb, and put a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I love you Quinn Fabray, and my love for you will never die." I look over her shoulder to make sure Austin was still in the kitchen, and I placed my hand on her neck and guided her lips to meet mine.

She was too shocked to even react. It was just a simple kiss, but it was enough for me. I pull back, and leave her standing there, her eyes closed, speechless.