"What the hell, Quinn?" he nearly growled, his grip tightening on the bottle.

"You heard me loud and clear, Puck! I'm leaving you!" The blonde was flitting around the apartment, shoving random things into a bag.

"I did hear you, the first fifty fucking times! What the hell?"

"How stupid are you?"

"Stupid enough to give you another fucking chance! I left my entire life behind for you! I gave up a daughter for you!"

"I gave you the chance, Puckerman. Get it right. And I guess that makes me the stupid one, especially trusting you with my kid. I should've known."

"Should've known what?" She ignored him, trying to unlock the door. He stood up and grabbed her arm roughly to turn her face to him. "What shit are you fucking sprouting, Quinn?"

Her face twisted into an awful, but familiar sneer that reminded him of Cheerio days. Some things never change.

"Face it, Puck, you're just a Lima loser!" she screamed at him. "You always have been, and nothing about that will change!"

She yanked her arm free, slamming the door behind her and he was silent for a moment. Suddenly, he let out a primal yell, hurling his Jack Daniels at the door, shattering it and spilling the alcohol on his floor. He slid against the door, his face in his hands, trying to figure out when it had gone wrong. What he had done wrong.