Puck's POV:

I didn't sleep much last night. I know Quinn still has feelings for me, I mean last night wouldn't have happened if she didn't. But she didn't choose me. She never chooses me.

I can try to lure her back. But she made it pretty clear that she doesn't want me too. She's still the same Quinn Fabray. I don't know what I'm going to do. I can't escape her this time, like I did in high school.

Back then I felt like I was never good enough for her, I was a Lima Loser. I kept up my jerk of an attitude because I didn't trust myself enough to be with her. I didn't believe she loved me because she was Quinn Fabray.

Then Beth came, and everything changed. I changed. I wasn't going to be a screw up like my own dad. I wanted to be a family, like one of those where the father comes home from work to a mother cooking dinner and a child setting the table, I know it's very stereotypical but you get the point. I never had a family, well I had my mom, my sister, and my nans, but they all felt how much of a disappointment I was. But I wanted to be there for Beth, and for Quinn, to let them know that I would always be there for them.

But Quinn didn't want me. She chose Finn. Which made sense at the time. He was reliable, trustworthy, not sleeping with the whole school and every cougar in the neighborhood, he loved her, and would make a hell of a dad, but it was my kid.

And when news got out that it was mine, I defended myself, Quinn, and our little girl. Quinn didn't deserve any of the hate, I did. I slept with her, she trusted me, and I let her down. Always have.

We grew so close in the months up until Beth was born. I did everything I could to be a good father to our baby, but Quinn was the one to decide if we kept her or not. And we didn't. We let the thing that bonded us for life slip away. And with her, we slipped away.

The day at the hospital when I told Quinn I loved her, I thought everything was going to be ok for us, even without Beth. But it was far from it.

We grew further and further apart. To a point that we couldn't even look at each other without erupting in tears. A silent hatred between us. We were so in love that we hated each other for it.

Then it was junior year. We didn't speak once. She became the person she was before she got pregnant. She was back in her Cheerios uniform, she had her cross necklace proudly represented on her chest, she was dating the quarterback, both of them. It disgusted me. But I put up with it, trying to get any kind of attention from her, even dating Lauren Zizes. Yeah, don't know what was going through my head back then.

And then the New York trip happened. And I finally confronted her. And she finally let me back in. For a little bit until she went on a trip to Europe with her mom for the summer.

She never texted, or called. She left me. See? She started it first... Anyway, I just waited for her to let me know when she was home. But she never did. And then senior year started, and she wasn't there.

Quinn Fabray never missed school. It was kind of freaky, but she never did even when she was pregnant. So I started to get worried. Something was wrong.

I went to her house just to find out if she was ok. Her mom answered the door. She told me she hadn't seen much of her daughter, that she's been staying out late, sometimes never coming home, that she smells like smoke and alcohol, that she dyed her hair pink, and got a tattoo.

Quinn fucking Fabray got a tattoo?! Yeah, I know right.

The next day of school. I see her. I mean who didn't see her walking through the halls, not giving a damn about anything anymore. She glanced at me, and I just glared at her. What happened to Quinn Fabray? I'm pretty sure I know 50 plus shades of Quinn Fabray.

I mean, yeah, she was totally hot and pulling off the badass look really well, but this was not Quinn Fabray, even though she was sexy as hell.

I knew she wouldn't talk to me, so I had to find a reason to get her to. And I found the perfect reason.

Beth.

She was back, our baby was back. I quickly got into good graces with Shelby because I just had to see her. I had to. She was so close, and I never wanted to feel the feeling of losing her again. And she let me.

And then I found Quinn, when she wasn't surrounded by skanks. The girls bathroom. I owned that place. I went in and it hurt to see Quinn like this. She looked at me with disgust, and the Quinn Fabray I knew was gone. I didn't care about this Quinn. I couldn't stand to look at her like this so I just got straight to the point. I told her Beth was back. And she stopped what she was doing. She didn't believe me, but the look in her eyes said otherwise. I was slowly getting the Quinn I knew back.

She talked to Shelby, and she saw the picture of Beth and I, she started crying instantly. I wanted to go and hold her, but I knew I couldn't. She needed to see her. Needed was an understatement.

She cleaned up her act. And the very next day, she was Quinn Fabray. Her hair was blonde, she was wearing a sundress, she was beautiful. I was proud of her. And then she told me we were getting our baby back. As much as I wanted to, I knew we couldn't. Shelby was an amazing mom.

And then Quinn went crazy, using her time with Beth to plant crap around Shelby's apartment that would show that she was an unfit mother. And I couldn't take it. I went back and cleared her apartment. And then Quinn had another crazy idea, she wanted to have sex with me. She literally invited me over to have sex. Hell yeah, I wanted to, but I definitely did not in the circumstances we were in.

Shelby saw the good in me that even I didn't. And I guess I took advantage of her. But I felt so invigorated. So I tried to deepen the relationship. I sang to my daughter, like I've always wanted to do. And then I realized that this was what a family should be. So I kissed her. I kissed Shelby. She didn't pull away, and I didn't either.

We were in bed before Shelby finally ended it, regretting what had just happened. And I got mad, I felt worthless again, and went straight to someone who was willing, Quinn. Yeah, that didn't work out too well. She just wanted another baby. She didn't want to be with me. She wanted another perfect thing. She wanted somebody to love her. She never realized that I never stopped. That's when I finally cracked.

I told her I let her down, that we all did. No one was there to help her. But what she didn't realize was that I was always there. I told her she didn't need a baby or a dude to make her special. I told her she was the one person I knew was going to get out of that god-forsaken town and make something of herself.

And then she asked me to hold her. And I did. And it felt right.

Quinn finally gave up on getting Beth back, and she was finally getting her life back on track. She got into Yale, and she was letting go of the past to start her future. And then it happened.

The accident.

Quinn Fabray will forever be the strongest person I know. She's been through hell and back more than a few times in her life, but she's always made it through stronger than ever.

I was the first one there, you know. At the hospital after the accident. I was there every single day. But she never woke up. Her mom finally told me to leave, but I couldn't just leave her. I should've been with her in the car. I was supposed to walk down the aisle with her at the wedding, I knew I should've stayed with her that day, but she shoved me off telling me she would be right behind me.

But her mom insisted I leave because she knew how little sleep I had gotten in the past week. So I finally caved in. I left. And she woke up.

I didn't have the courage to face her alone, but I went with the Glee kids. I just felt so bad, like this was all my fault. She was in pain because of me. Again.

The next time I saw her was in school. She was in a wheelchair. She looked so weak yet so strong at the same time. Better yet, she looked determined. She was going to walk again.

When I finally got the courage to be there for her, it was too late. Freaking Teen Jesus swooped in with his dreads and tattoos and got all of her attention. They sang a fucking duet in front of the whole club. A duet about love. Yeah that got on my nerves. So, yeah, he helped her with therapy, that still should've been me. But I stayed in the background.

I gave up, with school, with my life, with everything. And then my dad showed up asking for money from his own kid who he hasn't seen in over five years. Who he left behind to take care of his wife and daughter and himself. I vowed not to end up like him. A Lima Loser. And so I cracked open the books for once in my life. Got caught up in all of my classes but one. History. I just needed to pass one test in order to graduate. I was never going to be called a Lima Loser again.

And then it was prom. This was what Quinn lived for. Prom Queen. I could see it in her eyes, she wanted it so bad. But I could also see that she knew she had no chance with all that has happened to her. It was between her and Santana. And she campaigned with Finn, of all people.

So, yeah, I went to that anti-prom thing. I had to get her out of my mind. I found myself playing strip poker with Becky and I was already down to my boxers. Damn, that girl was good. I could see how hurt Becky was. She really wanted a crown, so I crowned us king and queen of the anti-prom. And then I escorted her to the official prom to show off that we were the real winners.

Right when we got there, Prom Queen was announced. Rachel Berry. That threw me for a loop. Quinn and Santana were the only ones running, and they were the ones who counted the votes.

But I got distracted because Quinn started singing. And she was beautiful. And halfway through the song, everyone was surprised because Quinn Fabray stood up. She used her legs, and stood up out of her wheelchair. And everyone started clapping. I joined in, amazed.

And then I found out I failed my test. There was nothing I could do then. I was so mad that I picked a fight with that hockey dude. But he had backup. I was tossed in the dumpster behind the school. I deserved it. But he didn't see me jump back out of the garbage with a switchblade. He backed off, scared that I would actually knife him. It was fake, but it was fun while it lasted. Then Coach Beiste came. What would I do without her? Probably still be in high school. I told her I was a failure, that I was garbage. But she comforted me, and also managed to get me another chance at that history test.

But before that, it was nationals. This was the first time the Glee club felt like a family again in a long time. And we won. Yeah, I was happy, but everyone knows Glee club was never for me.

It was the day before the test when I got the call. Quinn told me to come over. I couldn't say no to her. So I went over and was immediately put to work. But it was useless. I told her that she still could get her brownie patch for helping a loser out.

She said she wasn't here for a patch. She said she was there because she loved me. I was her first. Just another thing I screwed up. But she said she had no regrets. She said we were bonded for life. And she said this wasn't the Puck she fell in love with. She said I had swagger. I still laugh at that memory.

She said I knew everything on the test already, but I still asked her how I could pass. She said, 'Like this.', and leaned in. But I leaned out. I wasn't worth it. But then she went on about how I caught the winning touchdown the only game we won sophomore year, and how I ate that pepper on a dare. I couldn't believe she remembered that. And she said, 'Now, let me kiss you.' and that time I didn't refuse. But right before, she looked into my eyes and said, ' You're Noah Puckerman, you got this.'. And she kissed me. Just as good as I remembered.

That kiss came at the right time from the right girl. And I was back to being a badass. I went in to take the test. And it felt like I knew everything.

And then we were waiting, everyone was. The door opened, and I ran and snatched my paper from Ms. Doosenbury's hands. I ran away from the crowd, scared to look at the paper. But I did. And I passed.

I was all smiles and before I knew it I was pulled into a hug by her. The girl that got me to graduate high school. And she told me she was proud of me. I just hugged her as tight as I could.

And then senior year ended. Didn't see each other all the next year, except for Thanksgiving, when we came home. I was happy to see her at first, because it felt like we were back to normal, but then when I heard she was sleeping with her professor, I stayed as far away from her as possible. That was so high school.

And then I gave up my dreams of making it big in LA, and moved back to go to college. College life was amazing for the month or so that I was there.

And then, Finn. I still can't talk about it. But he was the reason I finally set my life straight. I enlisted in the Air Force for him. To honor him.

And then, the ending of the Glee club. I was back from service for a little while, so I decided to go pay my respects to the club that started it all, and to the only father figure in my life, Mr. Schue.

I felt good. I did. And then I saw Quinn, and she saw me clearly. I was cleaned up, and still managed to look badass in my uniform. But what I wasn't expecting on seeing was her, and her boyfriend. Speak of the Yalie degenerate. He was a deusch. Like a huge jerk. And he called his mom, mother. Who does that?

While I couldn't keep my eyes off of Quinn her whole performance with the Unholy Trinity, he was looking at his phone, the whole fucking time. Dick.

When I finally decided what song to sing, I talked to the Glee club and they had my back. "Keep Holding On" was the perfect song for Q. We sung it to her sophomore year when word got out she was pregnant. It was perfect. I still sawed her heart.

But she still went back to her dick of a boyfriend. That was until he said something about our daughter. And then she pulled out the nose grab! Hell yeah, that's my woman. I finished it up where it all started. The dumpster. Signature Puck.

I couldn't tell if Quinn was mad at me or not for beating up Biff. What kind of name is 'Biff', anyway? But I found her in the locker room, gazing up at Finn's jersey. And I immediately thought back to that night when I told her that we wouldn't give a damn about Finn in three years. God, I was so wrong.

She still felt guilty, for everything. For not being there for Finn when he needed her, for making his life a lot more complicated than it should've been. But there was nothing she could do, there was nothing any of us could do.

We went from talking about Finn, to talking about how he and Rachel were soulmates, to talking about getting out of this place.

But then I suggested I would stay if there was a reason for me to. Because I knew who my soulmate was/is. And then I said it. 'I love you.'

I told her to tell me to stay because she was only ever honest with me. I left her with that, walking out of the locker room. I was slowly reaching the end of the hall, hoping she would follow, not knowing if she would choose me this time.

And then I felt hands grab me, and turn me around. She placed her arms around my neck, and kissed me. I had to know the answer, so I pulled away. 'Stay' she said. And that made me the happiest I ever was. I picked her up and spun her around, because I was so in love with her.

The rest of the time at McKinley, we stayed as close to each other as possible. To a point where Mercedes and Kurt even pointed it out, apparently expecting another accidental pregnancy which caused Quinn to shake her finger and me to give them an exaggerated eye-roll. And we even danced together. Yeah, it was perfect.

Then the last song sung in the choir room came. And it was given to me and Quinn. A duet. Finally, it took how many years for them to finally give us a duet? Like seriously.

And it was perfect. But it came with a surprise. Quinn agreed to be my girlfriend. Our relationship never took us through the dating phase. She announced it to the whole club, and even Santana approved. And then I told her to come here. And I kissed her in front of everyone, which got plenty of applause.

And then we started our lives together.

And now I don't know what to do. She's my soulmate. But she's moved on. I never have. Maybe it's time.