(Quinn's point of view)

My heart was in my throat as all the thoughts hit me at once. Will Rachel be okay? Was she running from the law and how would I get this guy carrying her into my room without any questions?

I signed.

And suddenly my problems were a lot bigger than missing the REXL bus to Livingston.

I fumbled with my ID. He must have noticed my hand shaking because his voice rang gently.

"Allow me." He said.

I gave him my ID, while he carefully balanced Rachel and he swiped the ID in the other hand, opening the door to my building.

I guess I was starring, because when I didn't move or break away from my place, he asked.

"Which way?" ever so gently, it stirred me from my thoughts.

"This way." I said, feeling my ears get hot.

Great, he caught me starring, admiring how beautiful he is. How tan and how well built.

Before my thoughts could continue, I suddenly remembered that he was carrying a half-dressed stranger in his arms and that I was leading them to my room. I didn't even know his name.

"Puck." He said with a hint of a smirk.

When I raised an eyebrow, he smiled and said,

"We didn't have time for introductions back there."

"Quinn, my friends call me Q."

"Quinn." He said, slowly as if testing my name on his tongue.

We got to my room and cleared my bed. He must have noticed that she was in wet, dirty clothes and asked for a blanket.

I immediately thought about last night, how she attacked me when I undressed in front of her and decided against changing her out of the clothes.

Puck sat her down, wrapping her up in the blanket, and for a moment, I could have sworn I saw his eyes well up with tears as his hand rested on her forehead and caressed her cheek.

I turned away, trying to keep my hands busy and calm my loud thoughts.

I found my Mac and played May I have this dance by Francis and the Lights before organizing the things that I had moved off my bed and onto the floor.

I made a mental to do list, well I was.

"Good taste" he said from his chair next to the bed.

His eyes met mine when I turned around to face him.

"Thanks." I said automatically.

It was weird to be having a conversation with him, when last night I was practically chasing him to talk and today here he is in my room commenting on my music like a strange girl wasn't passed out on my bed.

Covered in blood, my blood.

I must have paused too long.

"Tell me, how long does it take to fall asleep?" He chuckled lightly.

My heart fluttered a bit.

I never thought I'd hear him laugh.

"What?" I felt myself raise an eyebrow.

"You think a lot. Since you've been in that spot, you've made a lot of facial expressions. I can tell you've got a lot on your mind." He paused.

I blushed, tucking a blond strand out of my face.

"It's just, I'm wondering what type of trouble she is in." I admit, sighing.

He tensed and looked down.

"What do you mean?" He sounded a bit worried.

His eyes held mine, calm, confident, but his voice shook.

"When we met yesterday, she was hiding under a ledge in the rain. I thought she was going to jump. If she didn't sneeze, I wouldn't have found her."

"She was hiding outside?" He said, shifting.

From his body language, I could tell that he had met her before, but how?

Combing over my mind, I remember how violent she became when I took off my pants. Maybe that happened because someone made her do that before.

Instantly, I connected the pieces.

"Puck, I don't think you should be here when she wakes up." I said quietly, praying that he was not her perpetrator.

He gawked at me.

"Why?"

"Well, she attacked me yesterday. I don't know how she will react to seeing the both of us. It might be overwhelming." I covered quickly.

I felt sick, thinking that he might have taken advantage of her in the past. As soon as the thought came, it left.

His eyes were glued to her sleeping form and he was so attentive in a loving way. I couldn't imagine that he could do something so horrible to someone.

After what seemed like hours, he sighed, glanced at her one more time and stood.

"I'll go get some food and fresh clothes for her. Don't call anyone or let anyone in this room until I am back."

I was confused.

"Why? Is she in trouble?" I asked, scared about the answer.

"I'll tell you more when I get back."

"How will I reach you if she wakes up and runs off again?" I panicked.

"She won't." He said turning around and ducking out of the room.

I instantly froze. The sound of the door must have stirred her.

Great.

My breathing was loud, my ears hot.

She moved on her side and sneezed. That woke her up fully.

Confused, she sat up.

Slowly, my eyes met hers.

She blinked a few times, looked down and then clutched the blanket in between her hands as if to shield herself from me.

"It's ok. You fainted after you hurt your foot."

I said in one breath with my hands up.

She studied me quietly from the bed and then the spot where her foot was on the bed.

My eyes followed hers, to where my Mac was playing music behind me.

"Not your thing? I can change it."

I slowly moved to my Mac, scrolled through and put it on Bagels by Benee.

She instantly relaxed, her face changing with expression as she looked around at my room.

I watched her smile at my photos. Her cheeks flushed with color as she took in my paintings and creative handmade crafts over the years.

She stood and pointed at one of me on canvas with a gradient style of different shades of blue.

"Do you paint?" She choked with her eyes locked on it.

"I did when I was younger." I answered.

She nodded and stood, wincing.

I didn't move. I didn't want to scare her.

Her hands trailed over my license plate collection.

"I collected bike license plates for each state that I've visited."

She gasped in excitement.

Her eyes found mine, with a sparkle of happiness?

Her eyes much softer than before.

I sighed, releasing the breath I was holding in.

Her hands trailed to my word wall of affirmations, then to my display lacrosse stick, Jersey and rewards.

"I played Lacrosse for 10 years."

She nodded.

She danced in my string of fairy lights and was in awe of my lava lamp that I made in a chemistry lab once.

By her body language, she loved my dorm.

She forgot that her clothes have dried blood and rain on them and that her foot was possibly swollen from rolling her ankle.

"I'm sorry for running. It's just, you.."

"No, that's ok. I'm sorry I upset you. We have bathrooms down the hall. I'll find some clothes and a towel so that you can wash up."

She nodded, looking at my calendar.

Suddenly, she became frozen in place.

"By the time you come out, my friend should be here with food and some things that will help us get by. He's not going to hurt you. You can trust me."

Still frozen, she closed her eyes and her breathing shook, like she was about to have a panic attack.

I closed the distance and rested my hand on hers.

She opened her eyes.

"If something makes you upset, I want you to tell me so that I can help ok?"

She nodded quietly, took the clothes, towel, soap and rag and slipped out of my room to leave me with my thoughts.

I fell back into my chair, relieved to be alone.

My head was pounding, so I grabbed my journal and wrote down the first thing that came to mind.