And another chapter down! Thank you to everyone who's sticking by me and this story, and I can promise you it will get better, I don't know how long it's going to take though... Oh well... Anyway, I would love to see what you guys think about everything so far, so please read and review! Love you, Xx!
Quinn's POV:
The next morning, I feel the light hit my face from the window in our bedroom. I roll over and open my eyes, not surprised to see that Austin wasn't there, work and all. But in his place was a note, I sat up and started reading.
"Good morning, Mrs. Quinn James," I read, out loud, and smile.
"You look adorable when you sleep, did you know that? Anyways, just wanted to let you know how much I love you and how immensely happy you made me last night, in more than one way." I roll my eyes, "I have a surprise for you tonight, but you have to find me first. *insert wink*" He's so cheesy. "Go to the first place we met, and I may or may not be there. You'll see. Love you, Austin James, your fiance."
I'm immediately intrigued about this surprise he has planned, especially after last night. What else could it be? The only way to find out is to do this scavenger hunt. If he wants a game, I'll play it and win. I grab my phone from the bedside table and send a quick text to him, "You're on, babe."
I throw my phone down on the bed, and collapse back on my pillow, throwing my hands in the air. I see a glint of light reflect off of my left hand, and I bring the ring down to admire it closer, it was really beautiful, and it must've cost him hundreds. He really is amazing, and definitely way too good for me, but he loves me. And I think I actually might love him.
The thoughts provoke me out of bed and into the shower to get ready for a day of wandering around New York City.
Puck's POV:
That was seriously the most peaceful sleep I have had in days. I didn't want to wake up from it, but I knew I had to considering that there was a mistake from last night that was still fast asleep on top of me. Was it a mistake, though? I am single, she's single, I needed to move on, and she was there. I mean we have history, and it's not that I don't like her. Might as well see where it takes me, it might be a good thing after all.
My eyes flutter open as I make that realization, and I look down at the brunette who's just now stirring.
"Hey, Rach..." I growl, my voice rough and dry. She brings a hand up to her pretty bad case of sex hair and brushes through it.
"Mornin'..." She says, groggily, finally letting the light flood her eyes, squinting in the process. "Shit." she mutters, pushing herself off of me, wrapping the blanket covering my you-know-what around herself when she realizes where she is and how under-dressed she came to be.
"Shit" she repeats, "I'm sorry, last night... It shouldn't've happened... It was a mistake... I mean you're you, and I'm me, I'm sorry..."
"Rach, look at me," I say, cupping her chin bringing her eyes to look at mine. "It wasn't a mistake. I needed it, and you needed it, and I'm actually relieved it was you because I could've been in a hell of a lot more awkward-er situation right about now."
"Noah," she semi-chuckles.
"No, let me finish." I interrupt. "I don't know where we stand after last night, but I kinda hope I'm not alone on the fact that I don't regret it. Rach, I think we could actually give this thing, whatever it is, a shot." She bites her lip, and I could tell she didn't know what to say. So I just lean in and kiss her, and she lets me.
But before it could go into anything further, I pull back. "I'll leave you with that, and let you think on it. We can make it work." I scoot out from under her, slide my clothes on, and head towards the loft doors. "I'll call you later, Rach, please just think about it." I say, looking back on her body that hasn't left the couch, and finally make my way out the door.
Quinn's POV:
I quickly change after my shower and start to make my way to Frank's Pub on 13th street, the first place I met the one-night stand that turned into my soon-to-be husband. But as soon as I lock the door behind me and turn around, I see him enter the hall from the stair shaft. I hadn't even thought of him in the past fifteen hours with everything that went on. Oh well, it's too late now. We make eye contact for a brief second before I look away and briskly walk to the elevator and push the button. He walks by me, head-down, looking at his feet, and I don't know what made me say it, but I did and immediately, I regret it.
"Taking the 'Walk of Shame'? Makes sense." I mutter under my breath, thinking he wouldn't be able to hear it, but he did, and didn't take it lightly. He turns around and strides over to me, glaring the whole way. I'm still staring at the elevator doors, hoping they would open. They didn't.
"You have no right, Quinn. You have no, fucking, right. Just stay out of my damn business, and leave me the fuck alone. I'm pretty sure you have that skill down to the bone, am I right?" Puck spits out. "You've made it pretty clear you want nothing to do with me, so just stop being so pathetic and run off to your little preppy boyfriend, though I'm pretty sure he deserves better than you, and I'm also pretty sure that you know that." he says, smugly. He saw it coming, I don't really know how because I didn't even see it coming, but he caught my left arm just as my hand was about to make contact with his face. I let out a huff of frustration.
"Let me go," I say, trying to pull away from his tight grip. But he didn't, and instead of fighting back, he laughs. "What the fuck is so funny?' I ask, anger running through my veins.
"It's just," he says as he continues to laugh, "You actually said yes." And that's when my world came crashing down, yet again. Left hand equals ring. "I can't believe it. Quinn Fabray said yes." he sighs, smiling through the pain. "I really can't believe it."
"Well, you better, because I did. I said yes, and I'm actually happy I did." I argue, like a kindergartener.
"Hold that thought." Puck says, as he turns around and runs to his apartment. And because I feel like I owe it to him, I wait in the hall, and even miss the elevator that finally decided to show up.
Puck's POV:
How could she? Marrying that prick, after what, a whole nine months? I guess I have meant nothing to her all along. I'm just another pawn in her pathetic little game. I'm not just going to stand on the side-lines and wait for her to come running back to me, again. I do that every fucking time, and she just manages to break my heart even more than it already is. I rush into my apartment, scavenge through my sock drawer until I pull out a small box. I walk back out to her and hand it to her and say, "I guess I won't be needing that anytime soon." and I just leave her in the middle of the hallway as I make my way back to my door and slam it behind me.
Quinn's POV:
He shoves a box into my hand, and just leaves me there. I can't bring myself to look at it, and when I finally do, I let everything I was holding in, out. It was a ring. And all of a sudden he reappears, sticking his head out of the doorway, guessing he hadn't already done enough damage. "Oh and by the way, I've had that since before Beth. Just thought you would like to know. See you, later, Q" he mumbles, and disappears as quickly as he appeared.
He actually bought a ring for me? He's had it since we were sixteen? And he has kept it all this time? Why does he do this? He just wants to make my life a living hell. I finally manage the courage to open the delicate little velvet box, and inside sits a small silver ring with a little diamond sitting on top of it. And there's a note rolled up inside of the box as well. And written on it is, "Did you love me? Yes. Especially now."
I was interrupted from my tears that were cascading down my face by my phone. Crap, I really can't bring myself to talk to Austin right now. I look at the caller i.d. and see that it's Rachel. She is the perfect person to vent to, other than Santana, but right now I would take just about anyone. I quickly answer, and sniffle just a little to make sure I can still talk clearly.
"Hey, Rachel, what's up?"
"Ok, Rach, hold on, you're talking to fast. Are you home?" I ask a little impatiently.
"Ok, well, let me just come over, we need to talk,"
"No, I don't know anything, I just need to tell you something, and it's kind of important."
"Ok, I'll be there in ten." I say, hanging up.
The scavenger hunt that Austin planned for me will have to wait a little while longer.