You're In My Veins

This Love

Your kiss, my cheek. I watched you leave.

Your smile, my ghost. I fell to my knees.

Puck gripped the steering wheel in both hands as he sped down the dark roads, the humming of the engine filling his ears. He had so many questions racing around his mind after the phone call from Ian, and he knew they were questions that only Quinn had answers to, apparently. If the police had evidence, and had caught the person that set fire to Quinn's house, that mean two things. She was innocent and that she was covering for someone.

But who?

Who could there be that she would cover for, after they almost killed her, almost killed the both of them? Was it an ex lover? Did she still have feelings for someone, still loved someone enough to cover up for them? Was this her way of getting rid of him? Her way of making him leave her so she was free to go back to her ex boyfriend? He had no idea what was going on, and he hated it. He hated being on the outside again, hated that Quinn was lying to him and keeping things from him.

An ambulance sped by, but he ignored it, pounding his fist into the steering wheel in frustration as he raced down the street, the headlights casting a golden glow over the trees as he neared home. He wanted to have a plan, a speech that he could use to confront Quinn about the truth, but his mind was too messed up to even think straight, let alone formulate a plan. Quinn had always been hard to read, but this was something he had never seen before. She hadn't kept secrets like this from him before.

Quinn was the love of his life, the only one for him, the only woman he had ever wanted and loved and treasured. Her and their life together was everything he wanted, and she was easily the centre of his world, along with their children. But maybe he just wasn't hers after all, if she didn't trust him with the truth. She didn't trust him, and he didn't trust her either, not now. He wasn't sure he could believe a word that left her beautifully pink lips, anymore. What if she really was covering for an ex lover? Would he be able to forgive her for that?

He just didn't know.

The gravel of the driveway crunched beneath the tires as he pulled up in front of the garage, his eyes attracted to a flashing just out of his view, his jaw dropping at the sight of an ambulance parked before the front porch, the doors thrown wide open and lights flashing frantically. Puck got out of the car and left the door open, making his way slowly towards his house, as if in a trance. What had happened whilst he was gone? Had something happened to his Grams? If it had, he would never forgive himself.

"Hannah? What's going on?" Puck asked, spotting his little sister huddled on the bottom step, tears streaming down her pink cheeks, her eyes red and puffy, and full of anger as she lifted her gaze to him. Shit, this definitely wasn't good.

"How dare you!" Hannah screamed, getting to her feet and storming over to him, punching his chest angrily as tears rushed faster down her cheeks. "How dare you leave us like that!" she cried, hitting his chest over and over again in anger before sagging against him and crying into his shirt, winding her arms tight around his waist as he held her close. Her Mom and Santana had sent her downstairs to wait for the ambulance, and when it had arrived a few seconds ago, she had been told to stay out of the way. She had no idea what was wrong with Quinn, and she hated it. She hated not knowing.

"Shh, its ok, Han. What's happening? Talk to me, tell me what's happened," he pleaded, his eyes growing wide as paramedics ran down the stairs and out to the waiting ambulance, racing back up the wooden stairs with a stretcher and oxygen tank in hand. This really wasn't good. "Is it Grams, is she ok?" he asked, feeling tears begin to sting his eyes at the thought. He knew it would happen eventually, but not this soon. Not before the wedding, not now.