So this is based on the prompt "I want to run away" from Miranda :D. Its a two-parter, and the second part is already written and betaed, so it should be up in a couple days. Don't hold me to that though. I have school and work pretty much ruins my life and takes up the rest of my free time. I'll save you guys that rant though.

Anyway, I hope you like it, and remember, reviews are love!

There's times when she wishes she could just escape it all. Just run away and never come back, leave all the pressure and drama behind. Its been years since she'd felt that way, but sitting here, listening to Kurt drone on and on and on about how a spring wedding would be best for her and Puck she's pretty sure she's about to grab her fiancee and hop onto the next flight out of here.

Puck's seated next to her and he's not even trying to hide his eye rolls from Kurt and its taking everything in her power to not burst out laughing at the expression on his face. She knows that Kurt just loves them, but really, feathers? On a white wedding dress? Plus she's not sure her church will appreciate the white dress symbolism with their two year old son Samuel walking down the aisle as ring bearer.

But then again the chances of them having in a church are pretty much slim to none.

"Are you two even listening to me?" Kurt asked throwing his hands up in the air in his true drama queen fashion.

"Do you want the truth or do you want me to lie Kurt?" Quinn asked snuggling her sleeping toddler closer to her body.

"Let's hear the lies first," Kurt replies a grin gracing his face.

"Of course we're listening. We're hanging on every last word you say with baited breath."

"Its obvious you are not the actor in our group Fabrey. Tell the truth now."

"I'm ready to drive fucking spikes in my eyes Kurt. What part of simple did you not get?" Puck said opening his mouth before Quinn even got the chancee.

Kurt laughed when Quinn elbowed Puck before turning to speak to Kurt. "We appreciate you wanting to help Kurt, but we really mean it when we say something small and simple. Our nearest and dearest. Reception at a small but nice hall. Not over one hundred people, and me in a ivory or cream dress."

"And you're not wearing white because?" Kurt asked rolling his eyes.

Quinn gestured down to the sleeping boy in her arms. "I'm so clearly not a virgin. I have a two year old asleep in my arms right now. And a nine year old out there somewhere in the universe."

"Details. I still think you should wear white."

"Its not going to happen."

"You're so difficult," Kurt sighed shaking his head.

"I'm not difficult, I just know what I want."

"Whatever, we'll come back to this later."

Puck rolled his eyes again as Quinn spoke, "Oh I just can't wait. But we've really got to go Kurt, its passed Sam's nap time and I need to get him into his bed."

"Fine, but this discussion is so not over Quinn."

"I didn't think it was. Thanks for your help."

"If you can call it that," Puck mumbled as Quinn elbowed him. "I mean thanks so much Kurt!"

Kurt laughed as he walked them to the door. "I'll see you guys on Saturday for dinner?"

"With San and Britt in town? Wouldn't miss it for the world."

"Kurt's a fucking piece of work," Puck announced later that night as they climbed into bed.

Quinn laughed softly and climbed in next to her fiancee. "He just loves us babe. He wants to help."

"He sure helped give me a fucking headache."

"Hey, be nice!"

Puck laughed and pulled her close to his body.

"I just wish he'd get it into his head that we're doing this small. I'm not Rachel, or even Brittany. I don't need some huge production. I just want to be married to you." She continued.

"Well we would've been married already if someone didn't insist that we put off the wedding until after she gave birth to our son. And then wait another two years to 'just be sure all the baby weight is gone.'"

Quinn laughed. "Yeah well there was no way I was walking down that aisle eight months pregnant Puck, it wasn't happening. But come hell or high water we are getting married now."

"Good."

The two lapsed into a comfortable silence, cuddled up together on their bed before Quinn spoke again. "Maybe we should just run away and elope."

"What?" Puck asked sitting up and looking at her. "You're serious?"

"Yes. Let's just take Sam, and trick Finn and Rachel into witnessing and just elope. All that matters is that I'm your wife and you're my husband. I don't need the whole big production, and I know you don't want it."

"Babe, I know you don't need it, but do you want it? Because if you want it then we'll do it."

"All I want is to be your wife."

Puck smiled at Quinn and leaned down to kiss her. "So we'll fucking elope. When?"

"Friday? We can take a little trip out to Columbus and do it there. Tell Finn and Rachel so they can come too. Maybe even spend the night?" Quinn asked with a small glint in her eyes.

Puck laughed a bit and kissed her forehead. "Sounds fucking fantastic to me. I'll call Hudson tomorrow. God I love you."

"I love you too."