Glee and its characters are not mine.

Huge thanks to the wonderful Skittles for suggesting this, I definitely needed a little inspiration! Read and review and let me know what you all think! Thanks again!

"Puck if you move again I swear, I'll find your balls and remove them."

Quinn was exhausted. She had spent the day at the doctors office being poked and prodded, tested and examined, as if some rabid animal without a cure. It was her eight month checkup, and since she would soon be delivering they wanted to make sure everything was fine when it was time.

"Oh I love when you talk dirty to me," Puck mumbled from his side of the bed. Quinn rolled over and smacked him, hitting him right in the back of his head.

"Alright, alright! I'll stop tossing so much," he grunted as he slid away, "but you need to share the covers, I'm freezing over here." Quinn rolled her eyes and jerked the covers playfully, exposing his feet to the cool air.

"Baby!" he shouted in the darkness as he smacked her back, making Quinn giggle as she snuggled into the sheets.

Living with Puck hadn't been nearly as bad as she thought it would be. While his mom hadn't been thrilled with the arrangement at first, she wouldn't have Quinn or her grandchild on the street. It had been rocky in the beginning, Quinn growing tired of Puck's immaturity and wondering eye. While she knew he was Puck, she had expected him to step up and mature, something they fought about constantly.

He had finally pushed her to her limit when she caught him flirting with Santana one day, pissing her off and causing her to rush home and pack her bag. Puck caught her on her way out where Quinn had ripped him from one end to the other, threatening to give the baby up and never speak to him again. She called him a deadbeat and even went so far as to compare him to his father, something that had made Puck more than upset. He had pleaded with her to stay, promising that he would stop dicking around and grow up, being there for her and the baby. While Quinn hadn't really bought it, she didn't have anywhere else to go so she stayed, only to see that Puck actually stuck to his word. He got a job and started saving the money, going to the doctors visits and even stopped flirting with the other girls at school. It was a change that Quinn loved, and slowly but surely Puck had gone from the boy that knocked her up to the man she adored.

"I'm telling you, keep it up and you'll be waking up on the floor," he muttered, "Mess with the beast and the beast shall attack." Quinn laughed at his rant, finally sliding the blanket to him.

"Night Puck," she whispered settling down.

"Night monster," he murmured back, "and baby."

"Puck! Where'd you put my brush?"

They were already late for school and Quinn had yet to even untangled her hair or find a shirt to wear. During his tantrum for more covers during the night, Puck had knocked over their alarm clock and caused the two to wake up late.

"By the bed where you left it yesterday!" he shouted back, "Have you seen my sneakers?"

"Same place as always Puck, on the stairs!" If Quinn hadn't of been in such a rush for school she would've laughed at the two of them, completely lost without the other.

"Wait…oh, got it thanks!" Quinn fumbled through Puck's closet and grabbed one of his hoodies, throwing it on quickly and grabbing her bag.

"Mush mama, you're holding me up," he joked as she walked into the kitchen. He was chugging milk straight from the carton, sighing when he finished.

"Want some?" he asked sweetly while nudging her with the container.

"You're appalling," she shot back casually while grabbing a banana, "I'm raising two babies, marvelous."

"That's not very nice," Puck said childishly as he pulled her close, "and besides, I'm adorable." He flashed her his cheesiest grin, making her laugh while he tickled her stomach.

"Whatever you say Puck, just get me to school."

"And what are you gonna do for me?" he asked seductively, leaning close to her lips and brushing his nose against hers.

"You want me to tell you what I'll do for you?" she said while wrapping her hands around his neck, "Hm, lets see…how about not castrating you while I give birth to your baby? That hot enough for you?" Puck grimaced as she walked away, grabbing her belongings and heading to his truck.

"Always gotta go there with the baby thing," he shouted while following her out, "like you didn't enjoy yourself!" He locked the front door behind him and turned to join Quinn in his truck, only to run into her and drop his bag.

"Babe, you have to use these," he said as he tapped on her legs, "to get you over there."

"Puck," she said ignoring him completely, "who is that?"

"Who's who?" he asked looking over her head.

Leaning against his truck was a tall built man, with broad shoulder and big arms. His eyes were covered in sunglasses, with his tan skin shining in the sun and his dark hair visible under his baseball cap. Quinn turned to Puck in confusion, wondering who the hell would show up so early in the morning. She tried to call him but Puck was in a trance, leaving his things on the ground and stepping forward.

"Puck, Puck! Who is that?" Quinn asked tugging on his arm. He looked down at her, his face expressionless and his words barely audible.

"Quinn, that's my dad."