She grabbed some books from her bag before tossing it on her bed. She heard her phone ring as she casually placed the books on her table and jumped on her bed, bouncing off several pillows in the process. She lit up a smile as she saw the name on her phone.

"Hi baby," she greeted the caller with a grin.

"Hey babe," he replied.

"I didn't expect you to be calling me at this hour," she continued glancing on the clock on her wall. It was 2:45 AM in Yale, Connecticut.

"I guess I'm a man with many surprises," he stated, probably with a huge smirk all over his rugged face.

"I like surprises," she flirts, falling head first on her pillow.

"Oh I know," he replied. "Do you want me to give you real life examples or should I just stop here?"

"Shut up," she grinned. She can hear him chuckle at the other end of the line.

"I just wanted to know whether my baby girl rocked her finals, or really rocked her finals?"

He knew failure to her wasn't an option. She was the smartest girl he knows. You'd be a fool to think otherwise.

There was a long pause, before she answered. "Your baby girl aced her finals."

A loud screaming noise was heard, as she was forced to pull her phone away from her ear for a while.

"That's. My. Girl." He exclaimed.

She was glad that he wasn't present to witness the red coming off her cheeks.

"I'm just pretty bummed that I couldn't make the wedding because of it," she said, concealing the disappointment in her tone.

He noticed the slight lowering of her voice. "Baby, look. They understand that it wasn't your choice to not be there. I mean, if you could, you definitely would."

She let out a huge sigh. "But they're my best friends, and they're getting married. What kind of best friend doesn't make it to the most important day of their best friends' life?"

"A kind who doesn't let things like this bother her because she has awesome best friends who accepts her in all her weird yet wonderful ways and will probably end up being the Godmother to their future kids someday."

She's continuously amazed at how his voice can always calm her crazy.

"I love you."

He was glad that she wasn't present to witness the red coming off his cheeks or aware of the fact that he was standing 5 meters away from her.

"Can you please, please, please come soon?" she spun round her bed. "I want to know all about the wedding. The guests, the music, the food… everything."

"Are you sure you want me over just to talk about Brittany and Santana's wedding?" he asked mischievously. "I'm pretty good at other things too, babe."

She chuckled. "Stop flirting. I'll just miss you more, you moron."

He laughed.

"Maybe this moron misses you more and is in fact standing right outside your door with a stupid rose in his hand and has been the object of many mystifying stares from strangers passing by for the last 20 minutes or so."

It took her a while to process what she was receiving from the other end of the line.

"Noah Puckerman, you did not…."

She rushed over down the stairs, knocking several items off her path, before finally reaching the door handle.

"You did."

He smirked before handing over the rose to her.

"I don't really know what to get you so I figured I'll try to copy some of those chick flick movies that you made me watch one day."

She stood there, rose in hand, trying her best not to chuckle at his attempt at being romantic. In fact, she has never felt so endeared.

"Come here."

She grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and locked her lips unto his. Their kiss lasted for what felt like eternity, when she finally pulled away.

"Baby, you feel cold."

"But you're so hot," he replied, eyes remained closed as he tried to pull her in again. She chuckled.

"Come on, let's get you inside."

She reached for his hand and pulled him inside.

It was a lot warmer inside as he took off his coat and hung it up on the coat hanger. She left for the kitchen after giving him a quick peck on the lips. "I'll be back."

He took a long look at his surroundings. Everything was in place from the last time he was here. His girl has always had a thing for order.

"Oh how I've missed this place," he exclaimed as he landed himself on her sofa. A picture of her and her Cheerio team mates rests on the table.

"Damn. She's hot. Can I get her number?" he smirked, pointing towards her in the picture.

"You wish." She giggled.

She placed a couple of wine glasses on the table before resting her body on his. His jaw resting on her shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her frame.

"I'm glad you're here," she said, drawing circles on the back of his hand.

"I'm glad I can be here," he stated. "The force decided I can have a few extra days off because apparently, they are also closet hopeless romantics."

She giggled, turning her face towards him before placing a gentle kiss.

"What was that for?" he asked as she rests her head back on his chest.

"I guess I'm a girl with many surprises."

He was bewildered at how she knows just what to say to turn him on.

"So how's the wedding party?" she conveniently asked, just as he started placing soft kisses along her neck.

His head dropped.

"You're a tease," he whispered to her ear.

She chuckled before sitting upright and handing him over his glass before taking a sip of her own.

"The wedding was everything they've ever wanted," he said as he adjusted himself on the sofa. "Santana and Brittany looked the happiest I've seen of them."

She smiled.

"Which brings us to another point," he shuffled inside his back pocket. "They told me to give you this."

It was the exact same picture she had of them on her table. She took the picture from his hand and read the note at the bottom:

To our queen, captain, and very best friend ever, Quinn Fabray the 3rd.

Starting together, ending together. We will love you till death do us part.

Sincerely,

The other two (married) thirds of the Unholy Trinity.

XOXO.

She tried to wipe off the slight tear forming on the corners of her eyes.

"They both wrote this together, didn't they?" she chuckled.

He smiled and nodded.

"This is very sweet. Thank you."

She pulled him into an unexpected hug to which he accepted.

"I know how much this means to you and wanted you to get this as soon as possible," he stated. "But I'm just the messenger here baby."

"You're not," she said, tracing her fingers down his face. "You're the best boyfriend a girl could ever ask for."

He smiled as he grabbed the back of her hand and kissed it.

"I'm seriously in love with you right now Quinn Fabray," he said as he took her by the chin and pulled her into a deep passionate kiss.

It was not until they were startled by the beep of her microwave, that they both pulled away, giggling uncontrollably.

"You could've told me you were heating up some pizza?!"

"You're such a girl," she teased, touching the tip of his nose.

"I know," he said, trying to gain some leftover dignity. "Old Puck would be ashamed of me right now."

She leaned closer till her eyes meet his.

"Old Puck would never have a smoking hot girlfriend to come home too after attending his friend's wedding party," she teased raising her eyebrow whilst casually undoing the top of his shirt.

"I feel sorry for him," he grinned, leaning his face closer towards her. He can hear her heart beating faster at every inch.

"You know what's funny?" he said, placing strands of her hair behind her ear. "Blaine's mom was hitting on me all night."

She stopped and was bemused on whether she should be concerned or laugh about this. She decided on neither as her eyes were too distracted on the few buttons on his shirt that were still left to be unbuttoned.

"Old Puck would have tapped that," he said, tracing his thumb across her lips.

She gasped for air as he edged closer towards her.

"But this Puck…" he trailed, examining her features. "This Puck has a smoking hot girlfriend to come home too."

She was lost for words. Shit. She was losing it. He always had his way with her. And she secretly loves that.

He pressed his lips against hers as his idle hands caresses the insides of her dress. Her heavy breathing signals his motion to leave little butterfly kisses along her neck and down to her torso. She can feel his stubbles rub against her skin as she gasped for air. She sent his shirt flying as he lifted her up and pushed her onto the wall. Her mouth was accompanied by his lingering tongue as he pulled off her dress, sending it flying across the room. He locked her hands to match his as he continued to deepen the kiss. He grins whenever she makes an attempt at biting his lower lip during their interchange.

He gazed at her with his bedroom eyes as her fingertips leave a trail all over his naked torso.

"I'm so ridiculously in love with you right now Noah Puckerman."

She planted her soft lips against his one more time before entwining herself around him.

"Take me upstairs?" she whispered gently as she nibbled on his ear.

He smirked.

"It'd be kind of rude if I refused."