#byquinning

Quinn had been having a horrible day, it just, nothing was going right at all, and all she wanted to do was shut the world out again, but she couldn't do that. Since the night she had left, she had been trying to make herself better, but her therapist had told her that forcing herself to get better just isn't going to work. You can't force a piece of a puzzel into a slot that it just won't fit into, this was going to take time, it was going to be a process. As much as she hated that fact, Quinn needed to take her time and work on herself. What wasn't in the plan was two very bruised legs, after the fall she had taken this morning, she was sporting black and blue knees, as well as several bruises all over her legs and thighs, it literally looked like someone had whacked her with a paddle. Maybe wearing shorts wasn't the best idea, but she really didn't care how she looked. Sliding on a pair of shorts, converses, and a white band t-shirt that belonged to Artie. Her hair was down put in a braid that was hanging over her shoulder, it was messy, but she didn't care. Once she had loaded her Chomper up in her car, she started the fifteen minute drive to the park. Getting out might do her some good, seeing Puck might do her some good, she missed him, God did she miss him. Every day she regretted sending that text and she deserved everything he had said to her, but she was happy he was willing to see her, even if it was to see Chomper. Pulling into the parking lot, she picked up the towel on her passenger seat, patting her knuckles gently, cleaning the new open cuts. "C'mon buddy." She got out, opening the back door and letting her dog hop out. Chomper didn't need a leash, he always stayed at her side. "Come on, let's go find your dad." The dog followed her into the park, a few moments later, she saw Puck walking along looking for her. "Hey." She said out, waving slightly, watching Chomper happily scamper over and jump up on Puck.

Puck spaced a little while looking, so much to the point he wasn't really looking and more staring. He was nervous, again, she had been the only person to ever make him feel that emotion. It was for different reasons now, but that didn't change that she was. She was a piece of work that Quinn Fabray. Even with all this though she was still the girl before all this though. The very same one who fell a lot more than she really ever should, and he remembered their discussion earlier which made him remember another thing. He opened his truck again to reach in the cup he had in the holder. It felt like it had been months since he and Quinn were a thing, but even then he could recall her coffee order since she had gotten it for him not that long ago. Once he had gotten it from the truck and stood tall, looking back out toward the park. Then he was surprised by Chomper. His lifted the cup up to ensure the dog didn't knock it out of his hand, but his other one went to pet the dog, "Hey big guy." He greeted, one of the few smiles to grace his face as of late. He rubbed the back of his neck, giving him affection and then going in to give him a hug with the arm, "I missed you, too." He admitted, and just then his eyes caught sight of Quinn. His actions froze up a little because even if she was miserable and going through hell, she looked like the prettiest girl he'd ever seen. His smile changed, it went from wide to smaller, but it was still sincere. He stood taller and tried to get Chomper to stay on his four legs as Puck took a step toward her to be just a little closer, "Here." His voice said as his hand offered the cup of coffee from Starbucks. He didn't sound mad or rude, if anything it was a somewhat quiet and unsure.

Quinn was nervous to see him, even though he had been nice, she knew he wasn't happy with her, that he didn't agree with the break up, and there was apart of him that wanted to scream at her, but she knew he wouldn't. God, she really wished she hadn't have sent that text, but their relationship wasn't Santana and Rachel's, she wasn't gonna make up and break up with him a bunch of times, she loved him too much to put him through that. The chances of him taking her back after that were slim to none anyways, she had hurt him and walked away, even if it wasn't for malicious reasons, she knew he'd take it as being abandoned. Seeing him and the way he was with Chomper made her smile a little bit, as much as she was hurting right now, she wanted to be near him. "He missed you a lot." She whispered, brushing her bangs out of her eyes, looking at him, as he handed her the coffee cup. "Oh, thank you." She said softly. How could he still be so nice to her after that? It was beyond her.

Puck had his eyes look at the cup that he was presenting for her. In that moment he thought he had been dumb for bringing it, who was to say she wanted someone from him? No one. She had left. But then she said thank you, and so he felt a little less dumb. He didn't consider that perhaps she was saying it to be nice, he couldn't because it was her and he did know her. Even if she seemed to feel she didn't know herself or that she wasn't her. One of his shoulders shrugged while still looking at the cup rather than her, "I think it's the right one, but.. I still don't really know coffee."

Quinn looked up at him as he talked to her. "Oh, I'm sure it's fine, thank you." She breathed, taking a small sip if it, it was the right kind of coffee. She just didn't expect him to bring her anything, she didn't expect that. Not that Quinn didn't appreciate it, she really did, but he had been so mad at her. "It's the right one, thank you." Quinn repeated, running her fingers through her hair, Chomper had been looking up at both of them, waiting for the 'okay' to go explore. Looking down at the lovable ball of fur, the blonde nodded at him, and he started to walk around, sniffing different things. "I'm gonna sit for a second if you don't mind..." She asked, her voice meek, almost like a child.

Puck was about to go with Chomper to go play with him so that he would have way less of a chance of saying the wrong thing to Quinn to start a fight or make her feel worse. He didn't want her to feel bad, he hated making her feel bad even if it seemed otherwise lately. But then he noticed something about her hands that made him decide to not go play with the dog yet. Without thinking about it, which he should have, he grabbed her hand, having the top of her hand facing him. The pad of his thumb ran under the markings of the hand he was holding as he looked. Then he realized what he was doing and that he needed to speak since he had to look insane, "You really gotta stop hitting walls." He said. It sucks she had done that since she had promised him she wouldn't in return for him not going to Fight Club, which he had stayed true to thus far. Then again, he was going to let Rachel beat him up later. Perhaps promise were meant to be broken now.

Quinn didn't expect him to sit with her or anything, she knew he wanted to spend some time with Chomper, in some odd way, he was like their child. Just because she was having some issues, doesn't mean she was gonna keep him from something he obviously loved. The retriever had lived with him for the three months she wasn't there, and Chomper missed him too. Just as she went to turn away, she felt his hand take her and pull her back. Quinn didn't flinch or look scared, even know she knew Puck would never hurt her, he wasn't that type of person. "I know, but with everything, I guess I just couldn't help it. Before I could even think I had done it, I'm sorry." She knew she had promised him, now she had broken another promise to him, great. Quinn was on a roll this week, losing him, her best friend, the semi-innocence she had left, God, everything really did suck. "I guess pain is the only thing I can respond too right now."

Puck looked up at her, "You're the one that hurt yourself. You don't need to say sorry to me." He answered. With Puck, either someone was his or they weren't. He slowly dropped her hand, not wanting to toss it down or anything. It wasn't intentional, it was completely subconscious. He still didn't know what to say to help out, it wasn't like he had before. That was another thing that hadn't changed, Even though he felt like she was his, his mind told him she wasn't. His hands then went to sign, for no reason specifically. He hadn't done it over the last few days. He hadn't even really studied, but still he ended up saying, "I hope that changes though."

Quinn shrugged. "I kind of do have to apologize to you, I mean... I broke a promise, and I'm sorry." This was one of those times she wished she could hear, if only for just a few minutes, just for this one conversation. Just to hear his voice, to hear her own come to life in a way. Everything felt so surreal, but she knew it was real and it was killing her. When he dropped her hand, she almost started crying, she didn't want to let go yet, not ever. Keeping herself composed, she looked away for a second, biting down hard on her bottom lip. Bringing her attention back to him, she nodded when he signed. Bringing her own hands up to sign. "Me too." Pausing for a moment, a lump forming in her throat. "And I really hope you don't hate me forever." Letting her hands drop once more.

Puck had been watching her hands, his mind somehow remembering what he learned and had been able to understand it. He thought that he didn't read it right, but once he looked up at her face he knew he hadn't. His lips pursed, not because he did hate her and wanted to say he did, or because it was hard to say he didn't hate her. It was hard to really accept he had made her believe he hated her because he didn't. He didn't even remotely hate her. He was angry and he hurt, but hating her wasn't in the question, "I don't.." He started, but stopped, instead reached out to touch the side of her neck and his thumb giving a rub on the side of her face. He did it to ensure she was looking at him and said as well signed, "I don't hate you." It was hard to sign since hate was a two handed sign normally, but considering what they were talking about he had hoped his message was clear.

Quinn kept her eyes down after she said that, her entire body just hurt, all she wanted to do was curl up into a ball and cry. She loved him, she loved so much and she didn't know what to do. All she really wanted to do was tell him that she wanted to be with him and say how sorry sorry she was for everything she had put him through and bed for him back, but she knew that couldn't happen. Not yet anyway, there was too much hurt and she didn't know if he would want her back. When he said he didn't hate her, it took some of the pressure away, even if she didn't know if he even liked her though. "I'm glad you don't."

Puck had his hand brush hair behind her ear first before finally letting his hand move back to his side, "Like anyone ever could." His lips went in a small smile, it was more for her this time around. He wanted to say the words he had yet to say to her in response, that he loved her, but they were still trapped in his throat. His fear on telling people he loved them and them leaving was back again. He didn't want her to leave again.

Quinn half smiled at his response, he was still trying to make her feel better even after all the hurt and pain she had caused him. 'What have I done?' was all that kept running through the blondes head. How could she have done this to someone she loves so much? Breaking up with him was what she thought would be best, not for her, but for him. With all the issues she had, she just wanted him to be happy, but in turn she had made him miserable. Taking a step forward, she leaned her forehead on his shoulder for a moment, then pulled away. "I love you." She said and signed at the same time, her eyes falling for a moment.

Puck swallowed hard for the millionth time as Quinn confessed to him. There she was telling him she loved him and he loved her. He loved her so much. She had said she loved him so many times and every time he wanted to say it back yet wouldn't. His hands went over his eyes then ran them up, one of his hands running through his mohawk as his head turned. He wanted to cry again and he really hated that feeling. It was from frustration since the words were trapped in his throat and he was trying to shove them out. He had to, he needed to. If she left it would hurt but he loved him and her thinking he didn't.. it wasn't what she deserved. His head turned back to her, and just as the girl had in his life, she gave him a sense of courage. Her eyes had risen back from their momentary look down and he said it, "I love you, too." it was right then he felt his heart stop for a beat.

Quinn wanted to turn back time, not like the Cher song, but actually do it. She wanted to go back before she even left for California, she wanted to go back and say no to going, she wanted everything to just go back to normal, when they were happy and in love. They were still in love, but they were much less than happy now. She just felt the need to let him know that she still loved him, she didn't care if he said it back or not, she didn't deserve to hear it right now, but him knowing was what he needed to know. Sucking a breath in, the blonde looked up once again. God, did this just suck. But he said it back, he told her he loved her too, she never thought she was gonna have him say that again. "I wish I could go back." She whispered.

Puck licked his lips, unsure of what this even meant. He loved her and the look on her face showed she had really thought he didn't. He had said he loved her but that didn't mean any more sense to him what was going on. He was trying to though, even if it all angered him, "This isn't what you wanted?"

Quinn shook her head. "No, of course not. When I ended things, I really was doing it because I thought it was best for you." Her hands were moving much faster than her mouth, but it wasn't out of anger, more so out of desperation for him to understand. "I love you so much that I would deal with having to live without you so you could be happy, I don't think I deserve you." Swallowing the lump in her throat, the blonde looked up at him, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. "I know you don't agree with it, but I really thought it was what would be best for you, I didn't want you to have to deal with this."

Puck wasn't a wizard with words. He had never been, nor ever would be, he was sure of it. That didn't mean he wouldn't give attempts though, normally he didn't, but he continually bettered himself for Quinn. Even if it didn't seem like it to her. He had his head ducked a little to be eye level with Quinn, even though she wouldn't really eye contact with him in order to understand his word, he did it anyway, "I would do anything if it meant I got to have you around. Anything. And I can't be happy, really happy, if you're not there with me. Being without you actually made life suck so bad. Being with you during all of this stuff didn't do that. You're good, Quinn."

Quinn looked at him, scared as to what his reaction would be. She knew he didn't want to have some sort of back and fourth relationship where they never just settled and got things together for themselves. As much as she loved both Rachel and Santana, that was the kind of relationship they had, and it wasn't exactly the healthiest, which was why Quinn didn't want to put him through that, ever. "I never ever wanted to hurt you, Puck. I would never just break up with you for no reason, I really thought it would be whats better for you, I didn't think I would be good for you..." She trailed off, taking in a small breath. "I never wanted to hurt you because I love you and I miss you so much."

Puck bit the inside of his lower lip a little, scanning over Quinn's face and seeing the various emotions going on. None of which were ones she needed to be feeling, "If you don't wanna hurt me, you're gonna have to stop thinking you're not good for me and just.. don't go anywhere. You're what's best for me, anyone can see it, and you need to be one of them. You gotta focus on you, I get that, but I don't get why I can't be there with you when you do."

Quinn let out a breath, she understood where he was coming from, he wanted to be with her no matter what, he had always been there for her. "I just, I didn't want you to lose out on your life because I have issues, I got worried that you were gonna regret being with me because I was such an issue, I didn't want to trap and make you feel like you have to stay and I am not saying you did anything to make me think that, because you didn't, you make me feel loved. I just want you to have everything that you deserve and I thought that you deserved someone so much better than me. Especially with how I am right now."

Puck was at a loss for words. He was there in a dog park with Quinn, her coffee cup set on the bench near them, in the middle of the day and they were having this kind of talk. Rachel had told him she needed to know she was what's good for him. Santana had done the same in her own way. He didn't know how to make her see that but his own mind went to a memory. One that seemed like it was from a whole other life time now but it had helped them then, perhaps it could do the same now. So he went right in for a kiss. It wasn't aggressive or anything, it was rather similar to the first one he had given her. The one he was remembering. Even with things so different he was about to conjure up the emotions that were felt from the day they first met. It was that easy with her. Maybe it wouldn't prove a thing, maybe it would, but regardless it felt good to be kissing her. For all he knew, it would be the last time he ever would.

Quinn looked at him, she was wondering what he was thinking, she wished she could read peoples minds sometimes, like Kelly on Misfits. He was was usually pretty good at telling her what he was thinking, but lately he had been keeping things from her about how he felt, and that wasn't what she wanted, not for him. A relationship was about give and take, he could do all the giving and she wasn't gonna do all the taking. Just as much as he wanted to be there for her, she wanted to be there for him. She was about to say something when he leaned in, his lips were now on hers, at first it shocked her a little bit, it didn't scare her, she just hadn't expected it. It didn't take her long before her hand was resting on his neck gently, and her lips pressed back against his. The kiss reminded her of the first time they had kissed, it was simple and sweet, but it had a certain message behind it. She knew he only wanted her, and she only wanted him. A moment later, she pulled out of the kiss, leaning her forehead to his.

Puck didn't open his eyes just yet, he didn't want to see if her face looked regretful or something. He knew he was pulling her back to him, he was trying to do it. He was trying to get her to see the light and the error of her thoughts, not because she felt bad, but because she had seen it wrong. He had never been able to kiss anyone like he had with her, nor could anyone kiss him like that. He had never met someone who was like her and her thinking she was bad for him wasn't right. It was the opposite. He opened he eyes now, meeting with hers, and he spoke, "You do a lot of good for me. You're good enough, you're nice enough, you love me enough, you're funny enough, dorky enough, everything enough. Every day with you makes me better." His hands had found her face, "And I need you to trust me on that."

Quinn was scared, she was so scared, she was scared of her feelings for Puck, she loved him so much and the thought of not being with him made this hole in her chest, these past couple of days without him had been absolute torture, she literally felt like she didn't have a heart anymore. Without him, she felt lost, more lost than she had ever felt before. She was scared to not be with him, Quinn had regretting her decision to break up with him since the moment she had sent that text. Pulling back a little, she concentrated on him, taking in every word he had said, trying to get into her head that she was more than enough for him, that she was everything he wanted. Nodding, she didn't say anything, instead she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close to her, burying her face into his neck.

Puck had one arm wrapped around Quinn's waist and the other one stayed unwrapped so his hand could be against the back of her head. His eyes closed and he took a breath in, able to take in the smell and feel of her again. It was insane how good a hug freaking felt. But it did, it felt right. It felt like everything he had been missing and more. He kissed the side of her head, not even needing to open his eyes to see the location because he knew her still. She was still his girl to him, his mind had been telling him she wasn't, but his heart knew she was. His eyes opened after a moment and caught sight of Chomper sitting behind Quinn, looking up at them with his mouth open and panting. He smiled a little and slowly pulled back from their embrace, "We've got company." He said since he didn't want to take his hands off her at the moment, which meant his eyes and head motioned so Quinn would look behind to see the dog.

Quinn stayed in the hug, her arms wrapped around him, holding onto him for dear life. This had been what was missing, him, he was the missing piece that she had been trying to fill with things that just wouldn't fit. They had a long road ahead of them, filled with bumps and bruises alone the way, but he wanted to help her and be with her through it all. Why make them only all the more miserable when they both wanted to be together. It just wasn't worth it anymore, being away from him and trying to stay away was just too much work. Her heart belonged to him and trying to take that away just seemed wrong. Feeling him shift, she looked up to see him nodding over to behind her, turning slightly, a smile came to her face seeing Chomper sitting there, with a happy look on his face. "Come here, buddy." She said, putting her hand down, he ran over and settled under it. She patted his head, turning her attention back to Puck. "Will you forgive me for being dumb and take me back, please?" She asked with a hopeful tone.

Puck was not use to someone asking to stay, not after they were gone. It was always him asking them to, hoping they would. Wanting them to say they would. Having her ask him made him unsure what to say, not because he didn't want though, "Just don't leave again, okay? No matter what."

Quinn knew she had made a mistake, it wasn't because she meant to, she wanted to be with him, but she had thought she was doing what was best. Quinn knew now that, that was extremely wrong. She nodded, looking up at him, nipping at her bottom lip gently. "I won't, I promise." She whispered, looking up at him.

Puck had been well aware of the fact Quinn and him had their four month coming up. Sure it wasn't half a year or something bigger, but he felt it needed to be celebrated a little. He missed her not being with him more than he ever let on, it was actually to the point where he didn't do anything outside of going to work, which also was something that happened since his best friend was also MIA during the time. Chomper had been his only companion when Quinn wasn't around since Finn and Marley were doing their own thing and Kurt was more of Rachel's friend as well as Blaine was more of Quinn's. If anyone who knew him saw that he was often sitting on the couch watching something automatically set to record on Quinn's DVR without actually paying any sort of attention to it, they'd of thought he was simply a shell of Noah Puckerman. Having her back, as well as Rachel, even under the circumstances they both did return had brought the actual man he was to light once more, of course none of them were entirely any the wiser of that. Since Quinn had experienced a hard event and he wasn't there, he had decided to get a gift of sorts. He could have given it any day, but it was obvious by how she reacted when he said he remembered the date still that him knowing the next month mark meant something. So in his mind, making it a little extra something more couldn't hurt. He had gotten her a gift, nothing too big but he didn't think about hiding it or putting it away when he had taken it out earlier in the day, so he had requested the girl to stay out of their room. Plus, he had noticed she had been spending some more than usual time in there so getting her outside of it when he wasn't there was another motive. He got home, not sure if Rachel and Santana were there but he wasn't really thinking about them. He entered the apartment, seeing Quinn on the couch and not in their room which brought a smile on to his lips, giving her a wave once she was looking at him as he closed the door behind him. Then he motioned his chin toward the door to the bedroom to signify she could head over toward it.

Quinn had been having a difficult time since coming home, she had been trying to mask it the best she could, but it was showing within her. She felt like she was a shut in now, she only went to work and home, she hadn't been back to the Roxy or anywhere else. The main reason for that was because she was scared, every time she closed her eyes for even a moment, she'd fall into some sort of dreamscape where she was back in the room, so sleeping had become a distant memory. She had caught up on seasons of tv shows she had never watched before, she started watching One Tree Hill with Puck. She was doing anything and everything she could to occupy her mind so that she wouldn't have to think about it. As always, it would come down to the time of night where Puck could barely keep his eyes open but would force himself to stay up because the girl he loves couldn't sleep no matter how tired she was, because she'd wake up crying less than an hour later. How he was going to make it through this with her was beyond her, she actually wouldn't blame him if he threw in the towel and went after someone less damaged. After a long day at the studio, she came into the apartment, Santana was standing at the fridge, turning once the blonde came through the door. Quinn shot her a weak smile, hoping Santana chalked it up to her being tired, which she had been doing as of late. Santana had been having enough issues with Rachel and the last thing she needed was to be working about her best friend and her almost incident, and no she still couldn't actually say the words. After a hug and a kiss on the forehead, she put her bag in the hallway closet and walked back into the living room, laying down on the couch on her stomach. Puck had told her not to go into the bedroom, so she didn't. About a half hour later, she saw the door open and Puck appear. Smiling instantly, she waved slightly noticing him nodding to the door. Pushing herself up onto her feet, the blonde headed toward the door, confused as to what was going on.

Puck was behind Quinn since she was closer than him to the door. Once he got there he went to reach for the door knob to open it, but then stopped and looked over at her. His hand dropped from the door and he stood right there facing her. It was like he had suddenly remembered something, but it was all acting. Very poor acting at that. He had only done it to gather her attention again in order to lean in and give her a kiss. Due to the fact he was somewhat sleep deprived, he had somewhat become a little more of a mushy idiot since his brain wasn't entirely thinking about his bad assery or keeping his pride.

Quinn looked at him as he reached for the door and then stopped halfway in between, she was confused, if he was acting she wasn't getting it. Things like this never transferred well to her, but she went along with it anyway. He was sleep deprived, she could see the circles curling under his eyes, she was gonna pretend to sleep tonight so he would lay down and catch up on some sleep he missed. He surprised her with a kiss, she smiled slightly, pressing her lips to his, placing her hand on his cheek. She had been good with the kissing and touching, never flinching, she felt safe with him. When pulled back, she reached for the doorknob, twisting it and pushing it open.

Puck kept his eyes on her as his hand went to push the door open. The room didn't look any different, at least nothing to the point that it was obvious and so for a moment he had forgotten about the gift he had gotten Quinn. But as his head turned and looked at the bed he recalled it, which made him take a step in front of her again, "Hold on." He told her, his hand up with the pointer finger extended as if to stop her from walking as his head looked over his shoulder. He definitely wasn't thinking completely straight, he almost seemed like he was Chomper when he chased his tail or saw something, really. Puck turned on his heel to the bed and grabbed the small item on the bed, looking in to his hands as he walked forward toward Quinn but didn't totally see if she was walking toward him too. He managed to stop in front of her, not sure if they were more in the room or not since he was still looking in his hands at a small ring (http://www.soundwavejewellery.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/soundwave-ring-white-300x200.jpg), but then he looked up and show it to her with a proud and goofy smile on his lips as he held it out to her.

Quinn was confused by everyone of his movements, it was obvious he was in serious need of sleep, so she had made up her mind about making him go to bed tonight. As soon as he stopped her from walking into the room, she raised an eyebrow and stopped in the doorway of their bedroom. He seemed to be walking around like a lost puppy or something, it was kind of cute, but she also felt a little bad because he was so tired. Watching as he walked around and retrieved something, pulling her brows together, the blonde loooked at him as he came back over to her. The ring that was placed between his two fingers holding it up to her. It had little lines carved into it which seemed to resemble soundwaves. Her eyes brightened a little looking up at him, making out the signing for "For me?" Placing her hand on top of his.

Puck nodded as an answer, though it looked a little extra enthusiastic, "It's the soundwave thing of me when I say 'I love you, Quinn.' So this is how it looks." He explained, rather pleased at the fact he had been able to pull the task off with the help of a friend/connection that was a regular at the Roxy and owned his own small recording studio and finding a jeweler that was able to engrave it on the ring. Puck pointed to the inside of it, "since it's got it on the inside kinda, even when you take it off you'll be able to see that I love you."

Quinn took in a breath as he started explain what the soundwave meant. It was actually a soundwave of his voice saying that he loves her. It made her heart race, he ws the sweetest most amazing guy in the world. "Puck, oh my God..." She said with a small smile sliding it on left ring finger where other important rings would go, but for now this is where she wanted it. "I love it, thank you." Quinn said, leaning up to kiss his lips gently. "And I love you so much." She mumbled against his lips, wrapping her arms around him, pressing her lips against his again.

Puck kissed Quinn back lovingly, it was obvious by everything he did that he loved the hell out of her, but he still found ways to try and show it more. Such as now with the ring. His arms were around her waist, keeping her body right in front of his as he kissed her. His head tilted to the side, pressing forward a little more to deepen it since even after the days that had passed with her being back, he had yet to get over her being there. The three months without her constantly there took a toll and then with himself being sleep deprived and more affectionate, it was really impossible for him to not want a real taste of Quinn's lips.

Quinn smiled into the kiss a little more. It had been too long since she had just been able to be alone with Puck without having to worry about everything that was going on in her life, she was just going to enjoy kissing him for now. As he wrapped his arms around her, she pressed her body against his, pulling him in closer and closer until he was fully against her. Deepening the kiss a little more, she ran her tongue along his bottom lip gently, asking for entrace into his mouth.

Puck gave what Quinn was asking for without an issue, his mouth opened to grant her access as well as have his own tongue touch hers. He loosened his arms around Quinn a little in order to slightly bend his legs. Right then his arms tightened again, sure to take a hold so that as his legs straightened she was ever so slightly off the ground. It wasn't much elevation, but enough for him to be able to go toward the direction of the bed. He knew the room well after all this time and he knew they were at the destination in mind when there was a light bump that had to touch the back of Quinn's calves thus stopping him. Puck lowered her back to the ground, his arms unwrapping from her waist to be simply holding his hands on her hips. His chest was still against hers and he was pressing it in hopes of getting her body to go backwards on to the mattress behind them.

Quinn felt herself being lifted off the ground, she smiled a little into the kiss as her tongue dragged along his, tasting the sweetness of his lips. She had always loved kissing Puck, there was just something so amazing about it. It felt like everything stopped and it was just them, it had taken her mind off of everything bad in the world. Once she found her feet planted on the gound again and the back of her legs pressed against her bed, she took the hint placing one of her hands on his shoulders and lowering down onto the bed until she was sitting, she took him with her. Slowly, she started to lean back letting him get his position so he wouldn't fall or anything. Soon enough her back was resting against the mattress, her arms tangled around him loosely, lips working against his.

Puck wasn't entirely thinking about anything, really. His mind was foggy for various reasons and so as he kissed her that only made it more so. He was focused on the movements, the kisses, the touches, and so on. It had been some time since they were able to be in such a way and of course that made him miss this part of their relationship. Especially since he had been known to be such a fan of intimacy in the first place. Puck used the muscles of his lower back to keep his torso still as his hands reached to find hers. Once they had, he laced them together-- even in the midst of all the sexual things going on, he liked the simple touches. However, he needed to be facing her more and at a place where he could have balance so his other hand could work clothing off or some task. Without giving a thought to it he pinned her hands down on the bed just above her head for now, having every intention to use his much bigger hands to hold on to the wrists of hers so he'd have one freed up again.

Quinn felt nice to feel normal, like nothing had ever happened, like it was just another night that her boyfriend had done something sweet for her and now they were making out and it was getting deeper into something more. People had been walking on eggshells around her, so it felt good to have something semi-normal going on. Her hands worked up his back, feeling his muscles moving as he pressed his body against her. She loved being so close to him, feeling his hands against hers, the way he felt was just amazing. But, then something happened. When he grabbed one of her hands and laced their fingers together, putting it above her head, she didn't give it a second thought, but a moment later she felt her other hand now above her head. Having both her hands pinned above her head caused her eyes to shoot open, she tried to move them but he was stronger than she was. Feeling panic setting in, following by flashbacks to that night, her eyes welled up slightly, feeling his lips still moving against hers, she struggled a little bit pulling away. "No, no, no, no, stop!" She cried put, getting her hands free, pushing him off of her so she could slide out from underneath him, falling to the floor and crawling over to the corner. She curled into a little ball, bringing her knees up to her chest, eyes watering freely, eyes closed tight, hands over her ears, ripping her hearing aid out, rocking back in fourth. "Stop, no please, stop, please." She just kept repeating over and over again.

Puck might of been beyond tired, but even before the words started and struggling began, he felt something was up. It was obvious in her kiss, it was different in a way that wasn't good. He didn't entirely process what was happening, but since he was aware of her panicking his body didn't put up a fight when she tried to push him off. Unlike Shane, Puck didn't expect her to push him away nor would he ever make her stay if she didn't want to be there. His eyes followed her, watching her scramble away from him and to the corner in tears. It would be a lie if he said that didn't hurt, because it did, but it wasn't as if he could take it personally just yet. She had never done that before, and once his mind searched for an answer he came to it quickly, realizing he had probably tried something rather big too soon for her at the moment. One part of him made him believe he had to stay away from her because he was the cause of her freak out, another park of him remembered the night she first came and how badly she needed him to understand that it wasn't his touch that had made her flinch or scared. She had said she was safe with him and it was apparent right then she wasn't feeling safe. He tried to push away his feelings of remorse and will away the blame he was placing on himself in order to get up off the bed and come to her side swiftly. He kneeled there, hesitating for one moment since he was still unsure on if this was right, but then going forward the next because he had to try. Puck had an arm carefully go around her back and his other hand went on the front of her calves, giving light rubs for hopefully some added comfort as his chin rested on top of her head. By doing so, her head was on his chest as he attempted to hold her in hopes of being helpful.

Quinn stayed in the corner of the room, muttering to herself, just saying the millions of little things that she needed to calm herself down. She had never reacted like this, but the moment her hands were pinned above her head, everything just came flooding back, and it felt like she was back in that room with no way of escaping. Resting her forehead on her knee, she continued to rock back and fourth, feeling her breathing become erractic for a moment, but as soon as something touched her back, she felt herself being pulled back into reality. There was no sound, no even waves of freqency, or anything else. Her hearing aid was dangling over her shoulder. The other hand that was placed upon her legs caused her to look up, she didn't flinch, she knew where she was now. Seeing Puck, she instantly felt bad, knowing she had probably hurt his feelings. "I'm sorry."

Puck looked down at Quinn once she was looking up. He heard her apology but there was no reason for it and sp he didn't say anything about it. Instead, he moved the arm around her back since he noticed her hearing aid was on her shoulder. He picked it up, put it in his other hand, let the aid be at her line of vision while his other hands now took on the task of brushing her hair aside so she could put the aid on. For good measure, he kissed her temple affectionately, not even considering that possibly triggering her again.

Quinn breathed out as he looked at her, she hated that he had hurt him, she didn't mean too, and God, she really couldn't do anything right anymore. Feeling him brushing her hair out of her eyes and putting her hearing aid back in, she wiped her own tears from under her eyes. "I'm sorry, I just, I guess I wasn't ready, I'm so sorry." She said, leaning her forehead against his.

Puck didn't entirely know what to say at the moment. With her being upset he didn't want to say the wrong thing or much of anything. He wasn't mad, of course. He was simply trying his best at the moment, and right now Quinn was apologizing for something out of her control. He took hold of her hand, his fingers on the back of her hand and thumb pressed on the palm of her hand rather than taking a hold like he had before. He brought her hand up to be level with their eyes though of to the side and then he had his thumb move to be placed right under the ring he had just given her that was soudnwave proof of how he felt about her. He felt the need to point to it now since it certainly wasn't as if that had changed in the past few moments. It was the best form of reassurance he had.

Quinn looked at him, sometimes she really hated being deaf, now she was deaf and damaged, she couldn't just lay down with him and talk about all this, she had to stop crying and let things go. Feeling him push the ring into her finger, she bit her bottom lip, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. "I love you too."

Puck smiled at her a little but found his legs tired of kneeling. So he went to sit down beside her instead, his head turned toward her. A question flashed through his mind through all this, one he had wanted to ask when he first heard the story but didn't. Now that he was half awake though, he didn't think to wait to ask it. He started to sign but then realized he didn't have to attention. So he tapped her knee to get her to look at him and then started to sign his question again, "What happened to Shane?"

Quinn looked back down, drawing her hand along her leg, she still couldn't believe all of this happened, they started out so beautiful and now it was gone, at least for tonight. Feeling the tap on her knee, she looked up, raising an eyebrow at his question. "What do you mean?" She asked, tilting her head to the side, nipping at her bottom lip. "Nothing."

Puck paused, his brow furrowed a little since he was taken aback. If she had signed it, he would have assumed he understood it wrong. But he heard it and it was hard to hear things wrong since it was so quiet in the room. So he signed, "What do you mean nothing?"

Quinn looked up him, her brows now knitted together. "Nothing happened to him, I left literally right after it happened. I assume maybe he got fired, but I really don't know." She whispered, shrugging her shoulders.

Puck dropped his hands, he his mind was too tired to think about signing properly and if he tried, there were bound to be mess ups of great sorts. So he spoke as he asked, "You didn't call the cops on him?"

Quinn shook her head, looking up at him. She was shocked that he was surprised about this, if she had called the police she would probably still be in California and she just wanted to get out of there. "No, I didn't. I just wanted to leave."

Puck had managed to be all kinds of confused, really these were things he should have asked before so even understood without them being said. But that wasn't the case right now, "We should call them now, you know everything about him and he shouldn't be able to just off the hook with just getting fired."

Quinn shook her head, feeling that same panic setting in again. "No!" She said, grabbing onto his arm tightly. "No, I don't want to ever see him again, I don't want to deal with the police, I just want to forget."

Puck had been understanding prior to right now since before, he had been what triggered the memories and the reaction was hard to miss. This time, though, his confusion clouded his ability to tell her tone and so didn't drop it or be specific about his words. He could feel his rage toward Shane starting to fire up because even though he had been so good about pushing that aside to take care of her, he definitely had a large feeling of anger toward him. Since Puck had stopped going to fight club and casually sleeping around, though, he had no way to really let it out, "Except you obviously can't just forget it. He can't get away with doing what he did to you."

Quinn just kept shaking her head, she didn't want to deal with this, she never wanted to see him again, she never wanted to think about him again, she couldn't do this, for once, she was not strong enough. "No." Was simply said, she looked kind of meek, like a scared puppy. "I can't do it, I won't, I can't see him. It's too late anyways, it's been over a week, there was no rape." There was that word. "I'm not gonna do it, I can't."

Puck had his brow still furrowed, his jaw was tense because he saw how she was acting but he couldn't find it in himself to agree with letting her drop it. She couldn't even really drop it after all since she was up for hours on end and crying and frightened all the time, "Yes you can. You said he got fired so you have your boss on your side. And what about Artie? He'd probably be able to say something. You can't let Shane keep getting away with stuff, he doesn't deserve that."

Quinn couldn't deal with this, she got up and walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it. "No, Puck, I can't." She shook her head, her eyes welling up again. "I physically can't do this, I don't want too, I can't face him, I can't. I hate this, I just want to forget, I never want to think about it again. I just can't. I won't."

Puck didn't get up, he watched her go on the bed and it was obvious he didn't understand what she was saying. In his world, someone hurt her and therefore that someone had to pay. He didn't comprehend not being able to be strong enough to do it or having that overwhelming fear, at least not in this way, "You can't be serious right now." He said with a shake of his head, his face showing his disbelief.

Quinn shrugged. "I'm serious, I don't want to do this, I can't, I can't do it, Puck. Just please, try and understand that. I only feel okay when I'm here, I need to work on me, I can't do that when I'm dealing with worrying about the cops and everything else."

Puck went and got to his feet, though he didn't walk toward her. He simply stood there, "You don't even know if he's fired. What if you see him there? Hell, he could just come in even if he is fired because he's not in jail or has a restraining order against him or anything. He shouldn't be allowed to walk around fine and dandy while you're feeling too freaked to leave the apartment." He pointed out, admitting he had noticed her lack of leaving. Even though he had loved her being there, that didn't make him okay with the fact she wasn't entirely there by choice.

Quinn swallowed hard, he just wasn't getting it, she was too terrified, and the chances of him having any sort of punishment was little. "Puck, there is no way to prove he's done anything, he didn't get what he wanted, I got away, there is no evidence of him forcing himself on me. You know the change of anything actually happening to him? Very little, and I don't want to put myself through that so that he can get away with it then too. No one, is going to believe me." She leaned forward. "I'm not gonna traumatize myself again, I'm just not."

Puck definitely had never delt with something like this, in his mind that cops were able to find the bad people and get the arrested. It was a simplistic view but it was really the only one he had, it was why he had such poor belief he was anything good since he had been arrested before. Even if it was for different reasons than most. Puck licked his lips slowly, turning his head toward the door as he let a heated breath through his nose, "This is bullshit." He said out loud, voicing his thoughts.

Quinn looked at him, her entire body stiff, she could feel the vibrations from his voice through the room, he was getting loud, angry, and she was doing her best not to flinch or make any movements that would further set him off. "I'm sorry, just please accept this. You need sleep, I'll go hang out on the couch tonight, you probably don't want me in her anyways..." She said softly, she was going to kiss him, but she could tell he was still angry. She pulled the door open and walked out into the hallway, sighing as she got to the couch.

Puck rubbed his hands on his face, of course he was pissed but he definitely wasn't mad at her and there was no way he was going to make her think he didn't want her. He took some breaths in, shaking his head to try and let it go enough to be able to go to her. He had gone months without her, he wasn't about to add another night with her actually here and not sleeping with him. Then there was the factor he thought maybe she need him to sleep, too. So Puck went to the couch, standing at the living room entrance that went to the small hall the bedroom's entrance was, the door open. He stood there a moment, unsure on what to say but really he didn't really want to speak. He was mad, but he wanted her too. He went back to his room and found an old receipt and a Sharpie. He wrote on the clean back, 'Come to bed' then walked back out to her to stand in front of her, looking down and holding the paper with its message facing her so she could read it once he eyes landed on it.

The saying when TGIF, for Puck, he was currently entirely accurate. That was because of one reason and one reason only: Quinn Fabray. She had been the reason for a lot of his good days since he met her, but the thing about it was that she set a new standard for what a good day meant. Prior to her, Puck considered the day he found a bag of Cheetos next to his bed so he wouldn't have to get out of it in order to get food was a good day. Although those kind of moments still were pretty damn good ones, a good day somehow needed to involve her in some way to be considered actually a day worth remembering. He had never really laid stock in someone like that, it was new for him, but it was also a welcomed change. 

Now that today was one the days that was going to be better than good on the account of he was going to see Quinn, the smile on his face was ever evident. He got himself dressed with a white wife beater on under one of his many plaid button ups, this one being purple, blue, and black. He also slipped on some briefs rather than boxers or nothing, jeans, no belt, and a pair of his combat boots. Once he was fully dressed, he wrote a note to Rachel saying where he was even though he had no idea if she was at the apartment or even possibly as Quinn's with Santana.

Quinn had been having a decent day, she was finally over her cold and was feeling a hell of a lot better. That day she did have work and she knew it was going to be an all day affair. She had gone into work at about two, grabbing all of her cameras and equipment from the studio, loading it into her car and heading out for the day. They were shooting in a small area not to far out of Boston, it was odd for her being in a club during the day, but at least there were no vibrations from music. She noticed a sudden waving, her eyes focused on her boss who was trying to get her attention. Motioning for him to wait a second, she placed the camera on the tripod and headed over to where he was, making sure to focus on his lips as he spoke. "They need shots all around, it's a pretty nice place so they want to start renting it out for events, you've done stuff like this before, just go with your gut and everything should be fine." Once he finished, Quinn nodded, smiling at the owner who had a slight panicked look on his face realizing his photographer was a deaf person. After that, she went straight to work, setting up lights and taking photos all around using different cameras. As soon as they were finished there, they moved onto the next shoot, which required Quinn to put on a heavy coat, she knew she was going to be seeing Puck today, so she had put on the shirt he had given her, it was loose on her, but it smelled like him and kept her arm. Shooting at the park was fun, it was mostly just to take advantage of the snow while it lasted. There were several different people there of all ages, it was the 'in the moment' photography, and she was going to take advantage of it. They wrapped around eight, but she had to head back to the studio, upload the photos, and then send them to her boss for the final okay before she sent them out. As she was about to leave, she noticed how pretty it was out, she could see the stars, the sky wasn't completley black like it normally was, and she just wanted to take advantage of it. Grabbing one of her favorite cameras, she got into her car and headed toward home, being sure to flip her hearing aids on in the mean time. Quinn was shooting pictures all around Boston for hours, it was a Wednesday night so it wasn't really busy out, but the night life still lived. Around 2AM, things were whinding down, she had parked her car in the parking lot of the Roxy and headed back to get it. Turning the corner into the parking lot, she noticed Puck's truck sitting at the edge of the lot. There was someone inside, she knew the hoodie so she knew it was Puck. A confused looks took over her face on why he would be there on his day off. Putting her camera bag in her car, she walked over to the truck and knocked on the window twice.

Puck had kept his eyes closed the whole time his head was back, he could feel his body was warm but it wasn't because he felt good, it was that kind of warm when it was in shock of sorts. It had been well over a month since his last club meeting, and considering how rough they went at it and how much he fought, it was bound to take a toll somehow. He let out a breath just as he heard the knock on his window which freaked him out since he was on edge still. Things like that often did, it was a repercussion of getting locked up. He had thought the knock was from his own window so he had turned toward it with a fist drawn back but it only stayed there. It wasn't as if he moved it forward with the promise of actually hitting anyone, just the implication. He had also learned in lock up, and elsewhere, that it was more about show than doing. His hood had fallen down from how fast his head darted up, but when he realized no one was there on his side, he looked to see there was someone at the passenger window. Specifically, Quinn. His heart leaped for two reasons, one, because it was her, and two, because of how he looked. He just looked at her for a moment, not sure what to say but then he felt one of his nostrils starting to bleed again so he had to quickly grab a napkin, scrunching it up to put up in his nose. He didn't know what to expect in terms of Quinn's reaction, but it was the first time he had ever felt like maybe Fight Club wasn't a good idea.

Quinn saw him jump a little, she figured he was probably tired and pulled into here for a few minutes, his head had turned the other way, she was waiting for him to look at her. It was nice surprise to be able to see him today, well at least that was what she thought. Oh very wrong she was, because when he turned to look at her, a state of shock took over her. His face was bruised and bloody, there was a steady stream of blood pouring from his nose and staining onto his lip. The sight caused her mouth to hang open and a look of fear to pull over her eyes. Out of just pure horror she dropped her keys and phone to the ground, both of her hands covering her mouth taking a few steps back. She felt like she was going to cry. Wait, crap, she already was crying, tears had broken through, settling on her eyes but not exactly falling yet. That was when it struck her, fight club. That was why he hadn't been around all day, he had been ignorning texts and not contacting her at all and now he showed up in the Roxy parking lot this late at night, it was to clean up so Rachel wouldn't see it, and the last thing he expected was to see her. It still scared her, this was the result of him going to a fight club? He looked like someone hit him with a baseball bat, more than one. The blonde stood there frozen, almost paralyzed in a way.

Puck had not heard anything from Quinn and that freaked him out. Just like when he was a kid, silence scared him a whole lot more than yelling did. With Quinn, it hadn't been that way, but he had never done something like this in her presence before and he knew she didn't approve of it. He looked over back at her now that he had his nose under control. Or at least for now. When seeing her face in shock, and even if his vision wasn't perfect right now, he could tell they were getting glossy fro m tears. He had his reasons for going and doing the Fight Club, ones that had normally seemed good and valid, but right now they didn't. He didn't even know what to do, he was the reason she felt.. whatever it was she was feeling, though he knew it wasn't good. So how could he make her better? He didn't know but he couldn't not try. He unbuckled his seat belt and got out of his truck, and even with his body in some pain, it didn't take him long because he had the goal in mind of seeing her. He went around the front of his truck and noticed she had dropped things on the ground. So he went to them and grabbed the keys and phone, standing tall afterwards. He looked down at them and put one item in each hand to be able to sign the word "Here" properly while also giving her her items back.

Quinn had never seen anyone like this before, the closest she had seen to anyone really beaten up was herself after her dad caught her sneaking in one night. Santana had been in cat fights before, but she was vicious and usually came out of it with barely a scratch. Movies and real life were completely different. It looked painful, she could tell by the way he moved it wasn't just his face that was hurt, it was his whole body. Wiping away her tears, she stayed slow and unmoving, seeing him like this... hurt her in a way she didn't know she could be hurt. It felt like someone had just kicked her in the ribs and knocked the wind out of her, because now she was having trouble breathing. When he handed her, her things back she stayed silent, unsure of what to say. Shoving her keys into her pocket, she looked down at her phone really badly wanting to send a '911' text to Santana, because she really needed her best friend right now. Slowly, she finger spelled the letters to "Fight Club?" With a questioning look on her face.

Puck could see the fear in her eyes upon seeing him and honestly, that was probably the worst thing he had felt all night. Know it was there on her face because of him. Know that he scared her. He had grown up with people giving him that face and he had tried to rid himself of it, but no matter where he went he ended up doing something to make it come back. It honestly sucked that it had to happen with her though. He swallowed hard as Quinn spelled out the word he knew she was going for, once she was doing he was tempted to say no. But it wasn't like getting beaten up by some random group was a better story, and he honestly couldn't lie to her. So he nodded yes. And then signed and, "I'm okay." in hopes of maybe reassuring her.

Quinn looked at him, her hands dropped to her sides, she wasn't so much scared of him as she was scared for him. It was obvious to her now that this fight club wasn't throwing a couple of punches and then being down. It was like underground MMA without limits and that scared the hell out of her. Looking at him hurt her heart, she could feeling it wrenching within her. She did know the sign for fight club, but she knew he hadn't learned movie titles yet, and he was better wtih finger spelling. Brushing her hair out of her eyes, the blonde bit down on her bottom lip, bringing her hand up to point to his face. "No, you aren't." She whispered, which was the only she she could muster up right now.

Puck should of known that his face was going to be used against him here, it wasn't going to make it easy for her to think he was okay when he looked the way he did. Her voice sounded so low and maybe even hurt. He didn't like it, and he actually started to feel angry at himself for not thinking of the possibility Quinn would be there. And for letting her see him like this. And for being a dumb ass. And for a million other reasons that were all his fault. "I am, really." He promised, which he was at least in the way that he wasn't dying or anything along those kind of lines. But he knew that wouldn't convince her much. In an attempt to he had one of his hands find hers and place it on his heart, which the spot her hand was placed wasn't too far from the place his blood had dribbled on to when it started bleeding, "See? I'm okay, babe."

Quinn kept her eyes on him, she just couldn't deal with how he looked right then and there, she just didn't ever want to see someone she cared about so banged up. A lump was forming in her throat, her eyes still watering, but she was fighting them back with everything she had inside of her. "Don't lie to me." She said without even signing, her voice a little stronger that time, but not too much. Swallowing hard, the blonde brushed a few stray tears off of her cheek and looking away for a moment. When he took her hand and placed it over his heart, she could feel it beating against her hand. "Just because your heart is beating doesn't mean you're okay." Quinn said, plucking at his shirt, showing him the blood spots. She could tell but the way he was moving, she put her hand on his side, feeling it a bit swollen and pressed in slightly, knowing it would cause him a bit of pain.

Puck felt his body involuntarily shrug away from her hand when she touched his body in that way. He could tell it wasn't an accident either, she had purposefully done it to make a point and she had definitely been able to make it easily. He felt like he just lost, which was the first loss of the night technically but he would have rather lose them all and not of experienced this one. He glanced at the club for a moment, noticing it was definitely empty by now and went back to look at Quinn, "I was gonna clean myself up," He started, changing the subject of whether or not he was okay, "You can go if you wanna. I'd get it." He offered. He didn't want her to go, even with her looking so hurt he liked being around her. But he knew being around him was causing he a pain, he didn't understand why, but he knew it was happening.

Quinn noticed the slight shrug, pulling his body away from her hand. "That's what I thought." She said, signing along wtih ehr words, dropping her hands after she finished. She knew he hurting now, even if he got some sort of high from the fight, his body was still gonna feel like crap tomorrow and that was not something she wanted for him. "You can barely move your arm without wincing," She paused, it was one of those times where how she picked up on little things like that helped, he might not have noticed how he was moving, but she sure as hell did. "I'll help you clean up, come on." She took his hand, lacing their fingers together, urging him to move along wtih her.

Puck was surprised Quinn had agreed to stay with him, honestly, he expected her to go. It had nothing to do with her, it had everything to do with him. However, he should have expected better than that because Quinn was better than most people. Honestly, she was better than almost everyone. So he went with her as she urged him to move along, reaching in his pocket for the keys to the club he had so he could unlock it when they got to the entrance. It was empty, just as he knew it would be, and he was glad because he didn't need anyone else seeing him like this. It'd be bad for business. He took the lead now, taking them to the employee bathroom in the back since it was more private. Even in an empty club he wanted privacy. When they got there he looked in the mirror, noticing he really did look like hell as he examined the wounds. They were mostly things that would be gone once washed off, and would swell down enough by his shift tomorrow to not cause questions to be asked. He didn't even have a black eye. But that was just the stuff he could see.

Quinn wouldn't leave him like this, he was going to be in pain even if he didn't feel it now. Because of how accident prone she was, she had learned first aid pretty well. Following him closely to the back, she stopped and went into the kitche grabbing a couple of clean towels and a first aid kit that she had found. Finding him in the employee bathroom, the blonde motioned for him to look at her. "Take your shirt off." She said, holding up the towels and kit, placing them on the side of the sink, then turning on the water, letting it run so it would get hot. When she turned and saw his shirt was off, she winced again at the sight, he had a couple of decent sized bruises all over him. Once the water got hot, she dipped the towel under until it was damp enough. "Come here." She took a step forward and lightly patted the damp cloth along his face, removing the blood.

Puck had never let someone really take care of him. Some times he let Rachel, but he would argue about it and she would, too, first. With Quinn though, he was just letting her do it without protesting. Maybe that was because he was still rather sure she wanted to leave at the first chance possible, despite not doing so already. He watched her as she cleaned him up. She looked like there were a lot of emotions going on, but mostly she was concentrating on getting his face cleared up of blood. His eyes were soft as he watched her. The idea of her being there any time to take care of him flashed in his mind and he like that idea. He liked there being a possible world out there were Quinn Fabray was helping out an ass like him. She didn't want to see him hurt, she had told him she didn't really like the whole Fight Club thing he was in, but yet she was still there taking care of him. That made a goofy looking half smile crack on his lips as hs eyes remained on her.

Quinn patted the towel over his eye softly, following by down by his hand and then very carefully by his nose. Pulling the towel back it was completely stained in blood, but his face was clean. He was swollen and it didn't look much like Puck right now, but she wasn't going to leave him, even though she absolutely hated it. "Stop smiling." She said softly, her eyes remained on the bruise on his cheek. "This isn't funny, you could have gotten seriously hurt, you could seriously hurt." She sounded angry, but it was more fearful then anything else. Losing him just would not be an option right now, and without beat up he was, it just scared the ever living hell out of her, she didn't want something back to happen to him. Running th towel under the water again, watching the slightly tinted red water run down the drain. Slowly, she started to run the towel over his chest and shoulders, there wasn't much blood, but there was some.

Puck didn't say anything but he was still watching her with the same look on his face. Honestly, it was pure adoration. She was taking care of him and it meant something to him. His eyes then looked down as she went to clean his chest, seeing the wounds on it and trying to recall who gave him which ones. He couldn't do it though, he had been too caught up in the moment to realize who was hitting him and where. He looked back at Quinn, though his eyes were still looking down so he caught notice of her shirt. Or well, his shirt. His hand went to grab Quinn's hand on his chest lightly, just to get her attention, "You're wearing my shirt." He pointed out as if she didn't know. His eyes were back on her face, "It looks better on you."

[THERE'S A MISSING ENTRY HERE ALL I REMEMBER THAT HAPPENED WAS QUINN SAID "I didn't think I'd see you today. I wanted to wear it because it smells like you."  AND GOT SOME ANTI-BACTERIAL CREAM FOR PUCK. SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE. 

Puck leaned forward a little to help Quinn out in her task of cleaning his face. He had no idea what she was doing, but he was going with it since he was still in high appreciation of the fact she was doing any of this. A question popped in his mind and because he was in this odd mood that made him have less of a filter and be seemingly more affectionate he went on to ask it, "Are you glad you ended up seeing me?"

Quinn tried to be as careful as she could as she applied the lotion, the last thing he needed was infected cuts all over his body. As he leaned forward, she felt her heart leap, she hated when he used that against her, especially when she was trying to be mad at him, even if she wasn't. Once she was done with his face, she moved to his chest and then applying it to the scratch on his abs. "Yes, I'm happy to see you, I just wish that you were all banged up." She swallowed thickly.

Puck smiled a little at her answer because even if there was a not to happy part of it, the fact she was happy to see him in the first place felt nice. He never under appreciated when someone wanted him around. It was too big of a thing for him. That didn't mean he didn't feel any sort of guilt for his actions though, which was something of a first for him. He waited until she was done with his abs so that he could ensure she would see he was talking, "I'm sorry you had to." He apologized, it was completely sincere as well, "See me banged up, I mean. I'm sorry."

Quinn finished up with the tube and put it away a second later, everything seemed to be okay now, she shrugged. "I was going to see you tomorrow anyways, I was gonna know, at least I can know you're okay now." She sighed a little, she knew she couldn't stop him from going to that place, but it was going to kill her to see him afterward. "It's fine." She stepped back and washed the stiff off of her hands and motioned for him to put the shirt on that had the clubs logo on it. "It's clean and not covered in blood."

Puck pursed his lips upon hearing her words. There was something about them that didn't sit right with him, especially the part where she said it was fine. He had seen her face when she saw him, it was far from fine for her. He looked at the shirt and even picked it up, but didn't put it on yet. He looked over at her, "You don't have to say it's fine when it's not." He said, his facial expressions soft. It was a rarity for him to have such features, really, "I saw your face when you saw me. I know it's not fine."

Quinn didn't want to make a huge deal out of all this even though she really wanted too, it scared her, he knew that. "What do you want me to say?" She said, her tone was scared, soft, and meek. She felt like she was two inches tall because she didn't feel like there was anything she could do to stop him. "That I hate this? That it killed me to see you all bloody and bruised up? My mind goes straight to the worst too." Her voice was a little louder, but not much. "It scared me, I am terrified that something horrible is gonna happen to you. You can say these fights are controlled all you want that people will stop when someone tells them too, but you don't know that. What if some guy doesn't like the way you looks and just pounds on your when you are down and something really bad happens, like you break your arm, someone hits you so hard that you get seriously injured, or even someone punctures your ear drum and you end up like me, but not like me becaus becoming deaf at your age would suck even worse, you could end up blind! Or the worst cast senario, dead."

Puck didn't really know what he expected to have happen in response to what he said, but he hadn't expected that. He couldn't really defend the fight club, considering the fact there were hardly any rules was a reason he had gone in the first place. There were a lot of reasons, really, none of which were good. And hearing that going made Quinn feel that frightened and freaked out, that scared, it just further confirmed that he had been right about it not being fine. His eyes drifted down as if he felt remorse, but it wasn't that exactly, "If it happened, I'd deserve it." He mumbled intentionally. It wasn't anything he really wanted her to be able to lip read, and if she could hear, he wouldn't of wanted her to hear that either. It was more of an escaped thought.

Quinn gaze turned from scared to just pure anger, she was much better at liop reading than he thought because she had caught that and honestly wanted to hit something. "You think you deserve to be hurt? You think you deserve to live a life without once your senses? Or to even die?" Her voice was angry her hands had balled into fists and she would never hurt him or even think about hitting him, but she wanted to hit something. "If you honestly think that, you are insane, because you don't deserve to be hurt, you don't deserve to get the crapped kicked out of you, even if you won, you still look like you got hit with a baseball bat." She was more that upset now. "If you deserved it, then I deserved it when my dad use to call me horrible names all because he thought I didn't understand." Clenching her jaw, she turned away, but she saw him in the mirror standing behind her, she was so angry right now, not at him but as his thoughts. Looking down at her hand, she knew it probably wouldn't be the best way to make a point but then again, she didn't always think clearly at times. Before he could say anything or react, she put all the force she could behind a punch and put her hand through the mirror, watching it shatter in front of her.

Puck didn't even think about the multitude behind his words. He had been use to being able to say anything and it not being listened to or paid mind by anyone that wasn't Rachel. He still wasn't use to having someone care like Quinn did, and so naturally a lot of the time his mind would get to thinking no one did care like Quinn did. Which then made him say things that really had no place to be said, but he didn't know that. And once he did know that, the damage had been done and Quinn had snapped. He was quiet as she spoke, he didn't know what to say because for one, what he said had gotten her like this in the first place. And two, he was in shock for various reasons. When she hit the mirror though, he was even more surprised. His eyes went wide because even before she actually hit it, he knew was she was doing. But he wasn't quick enough to stop her from doing it. He instantly went and reached to her arm, taking hold of it to examine her hand since he could give two shits about the mirror. He didn't even care why she hit a mirror right now, he was concerned about her being okay which was likely how she herself had felt before when seeing him hurt. "Jesus, Fabray." He said, again to himself as his eyes looked over the back of her hand.

Quinn knew that wasn't the brightest idea, but when she got upset sometimes she got irrational, and maybe she needed to hit something. Maybe a mirror wasn't the best idea, but it was all she could think of at the time. She had hit it with enough force for it to break and fall apart down into the floor. The stinging in her hand was ridiculous, but her face remained unchanged. Pulling her hand back, she could feel pieces of glass in it, she pulled a big one out and threw it into the sink. She was bleeding and it hurt, but she ket her face stoic. "I can handle it." She pulled her hand back, turning the water back on and running it over her hand watching the water clear her skin. She pulled out tiny fragments of the glass, wincing each time. "Does feel good watching someone you care about hrut themselves, huh?"

Puck now was frustrated on the account of Quinn had hurt herself and it seemed like she did it to make a point. One she wouldn't of had to of made if he hadn't been seen by her like this. Or if he had just not gone at all. Now she was hurt physically and emotionally and it felt like he could do slim to none right anymore. Which royally sucked since he had been trying so god damn hard to be good for her, but who was he kidding? No one at this point, "You didn't have to go do that to your hand!" He exclaimed a little louder than he meant to, "I know it's bad, I know it's not a good thing. I know it's dangerous and when I meant I deserved it, I didn't mean it in a bad way. I meant I'd freaking deserve it." He was getting worked up a little, his eyes were somewhat aflame but it wasn't out of anger, really, it was like he was remembering things he had wanted to forget , "I spent years being the guy who made kid's lives hell. Those guys that were bullies to you growing up, I can guarantee I was ten times worse, and it's not fair that I get to get away with that. It's not. It's not fair that some of them are still stuck back home and have nothing when I do. I've gone back home a few times, thinking of apologizing but I can't because I'm too much of a wuss. So I just let some guys beat me up now and then and I know it makes nothing better but I deserve every one of them because I'm garbage." He turned away from her, shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose. He hadn't ever verbally called himself garbage ever, that was what his dad said. He had told Quinn that once before. But he had thought the word. He had thought it a lot. Hearing it now though, in his raised voice, it realized it sounded an awful like how his own father said it and that made him retreat back. Now he just felt like crap. He was an idiot, there was no doubt about it.

Quinn looked at him, she had grabbed the clean towel and wrapped it around her hand. She could tell by the way he looked that he was raising his voice. "You didn't have to let someone do that to your face or ribs either!" She shot back, the pain was just a distant memory now, she hadn't even properly checked out her hand when she caught the goings of his lips. She let him speak get everything out that he had wanted to say. To be honest, Quinn figured he was a bully when he was in high school, he spent so much time being down on himself about it that she had figured it out on her own. "Puck, do you really think that you are that same guy? So you've made mistakes, everyone has. You actually feel remorse for what you did in high school. not to mention is was high school, it sucks period for everyone who goes." Shaking her head slightly, she looked at him. "Do you really think if you deserved this.." She motioned to his person and all the bruises and cuts. "I would give you the time of day? I would even give you a second look?" She raised an eyebrow. "Because I wouldn't. I wouldn't give a crap about you." Closing her eyes for a moment to breathe in. "If you were really garbage, I wouldn't care about you, I wouldn't have feelings for you, I wouldn't love you the way that I do." She said in a serious tone, looking at him.

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Puck: My wireless cut out sorry :|

Quinn: 'sokayy

Puck didn't know what to say at first since in all honesty he did think he was that guy. He was sure that no matter where he went, the guy he was was sure to follow. If it hadn't been for Rachel, his life would have gone a completely different direction and not in a good way. But even if he wasn't that guy, he didn't find it fair. He never found these things fair. His jaw clenched a little, He heard her loud and clear, and felt her eyes upon him, but he didn't make a move right away. "They weren't mistakes though. I knew what I was doing, and I just didn't care... And good things like you shouldn't happen to bad people, even if they were just bad in the past." He said quietly. There was another memory of his popping up in his mind, one that he had forgotten about, or convinced himself he had forgotten, but he hadn't. He just was ignoring it, right now he couldn't. He looked at her now and then at her hand, seeing it wrapped up as pursing his lips together. "I love you, too, by the way." He said softly, staring at her hand. He hadn't missed what she said, not a word of it. Especially that part.

Quinn kept her eyes on him. "So what, you were a jerk when you were a teenager, a lot of people were jerks when they were teenagers. If you were the same guy would Kurt, Blaine, and Marley be friends with you?" She sighed softly, blinking a couple of times. "Just because you were knew you were doing it doesn't make it any less of a mistake, you regret it obviously and you aren't that guy anymore, and I can tell you haven't been him in a really long time." Biting down hard on her bottom lip, she took a step forward, brining her uninjured hand up to his cheek so he would look at her. "You are a good guy even if you refuse to believe it. I know you and I know you are good. Everyone has a past Puck, some better than others, but you changed and you're better than that now, you don't need to hurt yourself or let others hurt you to make it even." Her voice was more calm now, she wanted him to know. "I told you I don't care what you did in your past and I meant it, I care about the person you are now, and who you are now is someone I want in my life." She knew this next part was gonna sound cheesy but she had to say it anyways. "Remember when I told you about One Tree Hill and said I wanted my very own Nathan, well, You're him." Quinn said, looking into his eyes, nodding. "You really freaking better." She let out a soft laugh.

Puck was again at a loss for words, but it was for different reason now. He simply couldn't respond to people saying such good things about him, especially Quinn because she was so much good that it didn't make sense. And maybe it didn't have to make sense. That might have been what he was missing this whole time. He had assumed things had to make some sort of sense so he could accept them, but rather than question this good thing he had to take it. Her words settled in him, they were ones he was going to remember at a later date hopefully. Ones he would need to remember. They had gotten past the heavy stuff and he wanted them to be okay now. He liked being in her life and didn't want them doing as they had before anymore. "Is Nathan the guy who stuck with his girl all the time and she stuck with him?" He asked, his eyes with a certain glint to them.

Quinn knew that would shut him up on the self doubt and she meant every single word of it, she just wanted him to know what she thought of him. Running her fingers over his arm, she pulled back a little. Seeing the happiness in his eyes made her happy, she loved seeing him like that. "Yeah, that's him." Quinn said softly, nodding her head slightly.

Puck felt a faint smile tug on one corner of his lips when Quinn told him he was right. He had remember their conversation about the show, he had asked many questions out of curiosity because in all actuality, that was something he believed about love. If it was right, and with the right person, it was something that was long withstanding, "Does that make you my Haley?" He asked, surprising himself he remembered the name.