A Collection of Glee Oneshots 4

Best Friend (Puck/Quicketh)

"Q, I'm running out." Puck stated as he entered the kitchen of the Fabray house. "I'll be back in a few hours."

"A few hours?" Quinn repeated. "Where are you going?"

"I'll be back later." Puck promised. "Want me to take B?"

Quinn glanced at the six-pack in Puck's hand and shook her head. "Where are you going?"

"I'm gonna go see Finn." Puck told Quinn.

"Do you want me to come with you?" Quinn offered.

"I wanna go alone." Puck responded. "If that's okay."

"Of course." Quinn nodded.

Puck nodded back as he said goodbye to Beth, who was on Judy's hip. He kissed Quinn's cheek lightly.

"Don't do anything stupid." Quinn requested softly.

"I won't."

-

Puck took a deep breath as he reached Finn's grave. He had been to the funeral and the memorial, and it still didn't feel real. And yet, here he stood in front of a gravestone marked with his best friend's name.

Puck cleaned the stone off as much as he could before sitting down in front of it. He cracked open two of the beer cans, setting one beside the gravestone and holding onto the other one.

"Cheers, brother."

Puck sipped the beer and sighed.

"Things aren't supposed to be like this. You should be here."

Puck looked around, taking in nature as if it held Finn's response.

"Losing you has been the hardest thing I've ever had to deal with. And you of all people know I've been through some shit."

Puck paused for a moment, looking at the gravestone again. He took a deep breath and sipped his beer.

"I don't know how to move past this." Puck continued. "It was supposed to be the two of us forever. You know, with Rachel and Quinn, but..."

Puck trailed off and chugged his beer. He finished it and cracked open another one.

"I have to drive, so don't let me go too crazy." Puck stated, taking a sip of the new beer. "Quinn and I are walking around on eggshells, or like we know a bomb is about to go off, or a timer. It feels like we're over."

Puck took a deep breath as he picked at the grass.

"But I don't want it to be. I just... I love her and Beth. So much. But I don't know how I'm supposed to be a good friend and a good boyfriend and a good dad when I can't even make it through one day without falling apart."

The wind gently blew, making Puck feel Finn's presence as chills ran down his spine.

"If that's your way of telling me to shut up, do it again 'cause I think it could work." Puck joked, but the wind had stopped. "You know, even though I can't see or hear you, you're still giving me the advice I need."

Puck chugged more of his beer, forcing himself to finish it. He then picked up Finn's beer can and began pouring it out on Finn's grave.

"I miss you. And I love you, man."