Just Let Me Try

Chapter 17

A/N: Hey Everyone! Here is another deleted scene for chapter 6. This takes place right at the end of the chapter, after he gets into his car accident. Someone wanted to see how the Glee Club finds out about her so here you go! I hope you enjoy it. I've got another deleted scene almost complete featuring a fun day with Quinn and Puck's sister Sara. I've also almost completed the first chapter for my new Quinn and Puck fic so be on the lookout for that. It is coming along as fast as i hoped because I started online classes last week (bleh). Thanks for reading! Once again, let me know if there is something you want to see! xo Katie

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.

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Quinn's alarm blared yet again and she reached out to smack Puck in the chest, possibly a little harder than she actually meant to.

"Ouch!" he groaned. "They said touch or pain. OR PAIN, Quinn."

"Sorry, I guess that means you are alert, you respond to touch and pain, and you're not unconscious. Can you respond to my voice?"

"Yes, I can hear you just fine."

They'd been at this most of the night. When Puck came home, the nurse and his mother gave them instructions for how to treat his concussion. He was allowed to sleep but had to be woken up every fifteen minutes for the first two hours, every half an hour for the next two hours and then hourly from then on. Puck felt bad that Quinn isn't allowed to get a decent night's sleep. He knew how important it is for her and their newly active daughter. Quinn felt still felt guilty that Puck was even in the situation to begin with. If he hadn't have gone to get her that stupid burger, he wouldn't have gotten into the accident. She also felt bad that she had to ask him the same stupid questions over and over again to make sure that the concussion had not caused any brain damage, though none showed up on his CT scan.

"What time is it?" Puck asks, trying not to move his still throbbing head too much.

"Ugh about four and I'm the one who is supposed to be asking the questions."

"Oh, please, ask away."

"What is your name?"

"Noah Puckerman."

"What is today's date?"

"January twenty-ninth, two-thousand and ten."

"What happened to you?"

"I got into a car accident."

"Are you feeling anything different than last time?"

"No, can we please go back to bed?"

"Good," Quinn said, kissing his forehead as a reward. "Yes, we can go back to bed. We finally get to sleep for a half an hour this time."

"Woo-hoo," Puck replied unenthusiastically and gathered her close to him once again as she set the alarm on her phone.

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"Yes, I, Noah Puckerman, can hear that fucking alarm on January twenty-ninth, two-thousand and ten, the night I got into a car accident. I'm not unconscious and I feel a little better than before because you're not inflicting pain upon me."

"OK, then, I'll see you in a half an hour."

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Quinn was surprised that Puck didn't answer right away after her alarm went off. Deciding to be gentler this time, she pecked him on the cheek and was a little startled when he practically growled at her. OK, she thought. At least I know he isn't unconscious and responds to touch.