Added: Dec 25, 2011

From: gleekfull1112

Duration: 1:17

Christmas Eve She woke up at 12 am. 12 am Christmas eve. "Shit" Her first words were as Puck watched ever so intentally over her, not breathing until she breathed herself. The light rain poured on the window being sent from the dark, shadow filled sky as her first concsioness was recovered. The dodtors took test after test as she sat there so intently, half drousy. For Puck this meant like the light had come at the end of a long dark tunnel of his journey that seemed to have no demire. He had called his mother straight away, and then the woman who had stayed with him through all of this. He got her voice mail but he thought non of it as it was past midnight. At 3 am They finally sat down to talk. Their own mother was getting drinks from the shop after a deep discussion with one of the doctors and when he saw her sitting up right for the first time he just had to see her. "Puck, What in the name of Uncle Ernie's armpits am I sitting in a hospital bed missing hannukah?" She said staring at him in disbelief. "You do remember what happened right?" He asked with concernity. "Yes. I was with Callan and than a dick of a driver nearly killed me and now I have a banging hedache and am VERY moody." She stated as if it was obvious. Puck began to laugh at his sister with mild bewidermentas she sat there like it was any ordinary day. The mood had changed so much in a short space of time and though he was running on adrenaline, the had never felt more happier, more at peace. "Callan..." Puck spoke "I don't like that guy" He folded his arms in conclusion. "PUCK!" The young girl goand. "I do so you best start to. It's just like you and Quinn" "Theres nothing going on between us" "Is that why she's standing outside this room then? Ooh Puck it looks like she's crying. What have you done this time?" But he did not listen. He had saw her face covered in sombre tears and he just wanted to hold her. Tell her that what ever it was, it would be ok. "I'll Be right back" He murmured, Not waiting for a reply he headed out the door leaving his sister complaining. He stood just a few centimiters away from her, looking deep into the blue eyes that were saddened with tears. Pushing a strand of light blonde hair of her face and tooked it behind her ears he waited for her to talk. "She woke up. Puck thank god she's ok" She said trying to force a smile on her gloomy expression. Hee did not buy it. He knew her better than anyone, heck, he loved her better than anyone he could tell when she was faking her emotions. "Quinn, What's wrong?" He asked again moving closer to her. "I don't want to ruin your day" She spoke turning her head away from him to hide the ever present tears "Shhh Quinn, Tell me" He replied bringing her head back to face him wiping a tear from it. "I am here for you." "My Dad is moving, Puck. He asked me to go with him" She stuffeled a sob "And What did you say?" "I -- I told him I don't know. I don't know" and then she just cried. Crumbling under the weight of the problems, under the weight of society. All built up anger and fustration and now she just let it out. -- "Go home, Puck" His sister said to him a few hours after Quinn's news. "You look like you haven't been home for days" "I've not" He replied "Then go. I'll be here when you get back" "Are you sure?" "I am a fighter, Puck. We all are." After much argument he did. He got a shower and then he slept. From dusk till' dawn remembering never thought of memories and basking in the glory of how comfy a bed is. It was 4pm when he awoke. The cold weather outside showed nothing more than sweet disbelief that it was infact Christmas tomorrow and shopping would be hecktic "Damn!" He shouted with the sudden thought that he had not got Quinn's nor Shelby's presant . He rushed out the door and into the icy, darkening night. Walking through the streets amongst the crowd of rushing people and loud talking he had no idea where to go. He tried perfume shops, clothes shops, boutiques, furniture stores but he came up empty. But then he saw it. He stood outside a jewlers that stood alone. Upon the window stood a tired looking display hanging with gold and silver. Classes from all era's and then, one piece of jewelery in particular. A neckalace that was pefect for an angel as that is what itself held. Walking in he stopped at the counter and spoke to the elderly man behind. "I want the angel necklace in the middle Can you engrave it?" "Why Yes" The owner spoke "What would you like?" "Keep Fighting. Just write keep fighting." DON'T WORRY I AM NOT FOBBING THEM OFF WITH A PIECE OF JEWERLY. If you havent guessed already the twist in the tale (Which is pretty obvious) Well I wont spoil it.

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