Senior Year

14

Quinn sat on the floor crying helplessly. She felt physically weak, and embarrassed, even though no one was around.

Quinn took a deep breath and wiped her eyes when she heard the doorbell ring.

"Come in!" Quinn called.

"Q? Where are you?" Puck responded.

"Hallway." Quinn answered. She tried to pull herself up to her wheelchair because she didn't want Puck to find her on the floor.

"You should really lock that door." Puck responded as he got closer.

Quinn nodded slowly as Puck looked at her.

Puck hurried over and scooped Quinn up. He gently put her in her wheelchair and looked at her.

"You didn't get hurt, did you?" Puck wondered. "What happened?"

"I'm fine." Quinn muttered as she wheeled away.

"You're welcome." Puck said as he followed her.

"I didn't ask you to come over." Quinn stated.

Puck nodded. "Do you want me to leave you on the floor next time?"

Quinn bit her lip as her eyes filled up with tears.

"Quinn, I'm sorry." Puck apologized. "I didn't mean to make you get upset."

"Why are you even here?" Quinn choked out.

"Liv texted me." Puck admitted. "She said she was going out, and that this was the first time since the accident that you were home alone, so she said that I should check on you."

"I don't need a babysitter!" Quinn exclaimed as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"I know you're frustrated, but we're all trying to help." Puck informed Quinn. "And none of us know how to."

Quinn sniffled as she looked at Puck. "Well, you can start by leaving Joe Hart alone."

"I didn't say anything to him." Puck lied.

Quinn raised her eyebrow.

"Alright, fine. I did." Puck sighed. "But I don't want him to be Beth's new dad."

"What are you talking about?" Quinn asked.

"Whoever you end up with is gonna be Beth's dad." Puck pointed out.

"You're Beth's dad." Quinn shook her head. "No one else is. She's ours."

Puck looked at Quinn.

"Joe Hart would just be her stepdad, if anything." Quinn added with a small, teasing smile.

Puck frowned. "He's not good enough for you. He doesn't deserve you."

"Why not?" Quinn demanded. "I'm not perfect."

"He's not good enough for you." Puck repeated.

"Why? Because he isn't you?" Quinn responded.

Puck paused for a moment and looked at Quinn. He shrugged. "I don't see him here."

"Why are you here, Noah?" Quinn repeated.

"I wanted to cook dinner for you and see if you needed anything." Puck told Quinn. "And I figured we could talk about Beth and work on homework."

"Fine." Quinn said. "But I'm not-"

"Not hungry." Puck finished. "Right."

"Can you help me to my room?" Quinn requested. "I wanna lay in bed until dinner's ready."

"Sure." Puck said.

Quinn let Puck wheel her to her temporary bedroom. She even let him pick her up out of the wheelchair and tuck her into bed.

"I'll be in the kitchen." Puck responded. "Yell if you need me."