Puck hadn't realized just how much it had affected Quinn to give up their baby. He had acted out a lot because of how much it affected him. He might admit it to Quinn, but if anyone else asked, he'd deny it, flat out. He loved Beth. He loved Quinn. She broke up with him over the Summer, and it had hurt him something terrible. That he would deny too. When she'd asked him if he loved her as they looked down on Beth, he really had meant it. It wasn't just words whenever he told her that he loved her. In his world the pain of Quinn dumping him and of losing Beth was still fresh. Just a month or so old. That pain had encouraged him to go and get a vasectomy, that and it was the responsible thing to do. Hell it was reversible if he ever decided he wanted little Puckermans running around, but until then, he'd be shooting blanks.
Reading how upset she was, well it pulled him to help take care of her. He went to the market and got a few different kinds of chocolate and then went to the cabin that she'd told him he was in. He was dressed as he had been when he arrived. Jeans and a black shirt with the sleeves cut off. He ran his hands over his mowhawk, sighing softly, chocolate in hand. He knocked on the door and tucked his hand in his pocket as he waited for her to answer the door.
Whenever she opened the door, the blond goddess standing in front of him with tear stained cheeks tugged at his heart strings. He pulled his hand back out of his pocket and wiped it on his jeans before reaching over and wiping one of her tears away gently with his thumb. "Hey..." he said before walking into the cabin. "I didn't really know what you'd want, so I got you a few options."