I finally got around to updating! Sorry for the delay! I had a hard time writing this chapter, trying to put everything together in a way that sounded good. But anyway it's done, and I am going to warn you that there is a cliffhanger. Please read and review. I would really like to hear what you guys think and what should happen. Thanks for sticking with me! Xx.

Puck's POV:

I watch as Quinn pushes her way past us and out of the loft building. She deserved it. That feeling. The feeling of betrayal and all the pain that comes with it. I've been through that pain more times than I can count, all because of her.

Rachel starts to run after her, but she wasn't quick enough because I stick out my arm to stop her.

"Rach, hold on a sec. Don't go after her..." I plead.

"Puck, I have to. She's my best friend. I can't live with her angry at me. I just need her in my life because she's just done so much for me and she's been there for me when I was in my darkest days. You of all people should know that." Rachel says, eyes welling up from the indirect mention of Finn, the love she lost. I was speechless. I thought we actually had a some kind of chance. "It's you, Puck," she continues, "Not some random stranger. I knew this was a mistake. I'm sorry but I have to go salvage whatever I can of our friendship." Rachel says as she shakes her way out of my grip

"Rachel, don't do this, don't walk away from me." I say as she turns her back to me. My heart aches with every step. "Please... They all leave, and they all make me feel worthless, like I'm nothing." Rachel stops and looks back over her shoulder at the heartbroken me like she feels sorry for me. I'm tired of everyone feeling sorry for me and my pathetic life.

"This was never going to work out, Noah. I know you wanted it to, and maybe I did too, but deep down we know this can never happen. And it's still about her. I can tell. I love you, Noah. I truly do, but not as much as you love her."

"Now would usually be the time where I would give you an ultimatum, 'it's either her or me...'" I chuckle, holding back the sob that was soon to take its place. "But I'm afraid I already know the answer."

"I'm so sorry Noah. But we're still Puckleberry." She smiles, "We can work our way through this and still be friends. We've done it before, ok?"

The sadness soon turns to anger.

"Ha" I spit out, rolling my eyes, "Do you really think it's that easy? I'm sorry Rachel, I just can't. I've had my heart broken too many times to count, and I'm done. I'm just done." I growl. "Don't worry about me anymore, I understand. I'm still that Lima Loser from high school, and I'll always be."

"Puck..."

"Like I said before, don't worry about me. I'll just disappear and people won't even notice I'm gone. Go back to your life, and I'll try to find mine."

"You can't just shut me out, Noah!" she exclaims, but what she doesn't understand is that I can. And I will. Because I'm tired of everything. I just want it all to end and wake up from this nightmare where love is just a game.

"Goodbye Rachel. And tell Quinn I said I'm sorry about everything." I tell her as I walk with my hands in my pocket and my head down past her and out onto the New York streets.

I'm done, and this time I mean it. So many thoughts are circulating in my brain. The rush of people and traffic isn't helping ease the tension in my head. I head for the calmest place in New York City I know.

Central Park.

The perfect place to just lose yourself in your thoughts, wandering aimlessly around the large park. But my feet lead me to the last place I want to be. The bridge.

Quinn's POV:

How could she?! How could he?! That was just low, even for Noah Puckerman. I thought he changed, I really did. But I guess I was wrong.

The sun is shining and the wind blowing, it's a beautiful day. I pace on Bow's Bridge in the middle of Central Park, wanting to cry but nothing comes out, wanting to vent, wanting to think, wanting to forget about everything that has gone wrong in the past couple of weeks. It all stops when I see an approaching figure.

"Oh, so now he's following me? Great..." I mutter.

He looks up as he steps onto the bridge, and freezes when he sees he's not alone.

"H-hey." He stutters, not moving, locking his eyes with mine. And I just lose it.

"God, why are you here?! Have you not got it through your pathetic head that I never want to see you again!" I yell, the tears finally escaping my eyes. "Just leave me alone!" I say, pushing past him to make my way off the bridge and hopefully out of his life.

"Quinn," he turns around, yelling after me. "Quinn! I'm sorry! Ok, is that what you want to hear? I'm sorry..." He puts his hands up as if to surrender, but I feel his eyes mocking me.

I stop in my tracks. Oh now he wants to apologize, after everything. He slept with my bestfriend! He knew she was off limits, yet he still went after her as if it were some kind of game!

"Sorry? You want to say sorry?" I say sarcastically, turning around to face him and giving him my iciest glare. "After everything? Yeah, I don't think I need your apology."

"Oh come on, Quinn, do you really think I care if you forgive me? Because for one, I don't, it just felt like it was the right thing to do. Two, you are the one who should be apologizing. And three, I just wanted to say goodbye for one last time." Puck says taking a step closer with every added detail.

"Since when do you care about 'the right thing to do'?" I accuse. "The 'right thing to do' was telling me that you were going back into service! The 'right thing to do' was to not let the love of your life think that you had run away and left her with a broken heart that took years to heal!" I run my frustrated hands through my hair. "And why should I be apologizing? You screwed all this up. You screwed us up. You should've apologized a long time ago. And as for goodbyes, goodbye, Puck."

Puck was a ghost. I stared straight into his eyes, but the guy I fell in love with wasn't there. I really wish he was, but this guy who's standing straight in front of me is a stranger. I don't know who he is.

"You've known me your whole life, Q. You know that I make stupid decisions and that I make stupid mistakes, but you didn't give me a chance. You promised me that we would be forever, you promised me you wouldn't give up on us, and you promised me that I would always hold your heart, and you would always hold mine. Do you remember that? Because I do, and that's what got me through fucking war, Quinn! You did..." He argues, whispering his last words.

There's the Puck I knew. The vulnerability in his voice, the softening of his eyes, the way he looks like he was about to break. This is the side he only lets me see. At least he used to. I didn't know how to respond. I was stuck. I did remember. I did say all of those things. I did promise. And I broke those promises.

He notices the furrow in my brow and knows I'm processing all of what he just said, and he took this as an opportunity to continue.

"I love you, Quinn Fabray. I will always love you. This love will never die, no matter how much you want it to. And I tried moving on. A bunch of times, but it's you, Quinn. It's always been you. And you can't say you don't love me back, because you and I both know that's a lie."

I advert my eyes from him and look at the ground, not wanting to make eye contact, especially when I say what I thought needed to be said. "I don't love you. I don't. Not anymore. Not after everything you put me through whether you knew it or not. You broke me. It took years to fix me again. And once I was finally whole, you come back as if everything was how it used to be. News flash, Puck, it's not. It will never be how it used to be."

"Look at me and tell me you don't feel anything between us anymore. Look me in the eye and fucking say that you don't love me anymore." He states as he grabs my shoulders and pulls me closer to him. I close my eyes as he rests his forehead against mine. His voice goes softer, "And if you do, I'll leave you alone. I'll leave for good. I'll disappear. You will never hear or see me ever again. So it's your choice. Do you want me in your life? Or do you want it to be as if I never existed, as if I died back in Iraq?"

Our heads are still resting against each other, but my eyes flutter open at the latter. How could he even say that? Death is too serious to be ignored, but I needed to give him an answer. I keep telling myself I don't love him, but if I tell him that what would happen? Is the decision I make a suicidal one in his mind? I don't love him, yet I'm still not saying anything. Our eyes lock on one another's, and he speaks again.

"Look me in the eye and say you don't love me, and you'll be free of me forever."

"I-I..." I start.