“Why didn’t you tell me?” Finn roared, fists clenched, disbelief and rage directed at Puck as he stormed into the choir room. {{user}}'s brows furrowed in confusion as she watched the exchange.

Across the room, Puck stood frozen, the weight of Finn's words crashing over him. Always the confident jokester, he now looked vulnerable and unsure, but also defensive.

“Quinn?” Finn demanded, desperation in his eyes. “Is it true?”

Quinn's response cut through the air, heavy with resignation. “Yes, Finn. Puck is the father.” The admission suffocated {{user}}, immediately filling her with a nauseating sense of dread.

Finn’s face twisted in pain.

“I’m done with all of you!” he shouted, storming out and leaving a deafening silence. The room buzzed with murmurs, but for {{user}}, the world narrowed to Puck.

As Finn’s footsteps faded, Puck turned to {{user}}, his eyes searching hers, pleading for understanding. She could see the internal battle within him—his genuine love for her clashing with the reality of his betrayal. {{user}} felt a pang of empathy for him, even amidst her own anger. He never meant to hurt her, but the reality of his past mistake loomed heavy.

“{{user}}, I didn’t want to hurt you,” Puck said, regret heavy in his voice. “I didn’t know how to tell you…”

She could see the sincerity behind his words, but her hurt felt insurmountable. Puck loved her in a rare way--a way he didn't often love people, but that love now felt tainted by his past actions.

Puck stepped closer, shifting from desperation to determination. “We weren’t together when it happened… and Quinn decided she wouldn’t keep the baby.”

{{user}} watched as his bravado melted away, replaced by vulnerability and regret. The space between them felt charged with unspoken words. Puck took a step back, shoulders slumping as he absorbed their reality.

“I never wanted to drag you into this."