A/N - Hello everyone! Just a little Quick fic set in season 1. I have not set a length, and it may very well go into season 2. The first chapter starts just after the Sectionals competition. After that there are a couple chapters set during the break, and then it's a chapter an episode. I'll try to remember to note which episode it is when I get there! I have several chapters already written, and hopefully you guys like this and I'll update! Please, please review and even though I have the chapters and story laid out, I am open to feedback and suggestions! And I know Quick are moving fast, but hopefully you can suspend disbelief and there'll be somewhat of an explanation later. Thanks for reading! - Sash

Surprises had become a common theme in Quinn Fabray's life.

It started one fall morning, when she was taken by surprise by a wave of nausea. No one said surprises were all a positive experience. This was followed up a few weeks later by a more pleasant one, that the baby she was carrying was a girl. Secretly she was pleased, although outwardly she gave off a blasé attitude and more discontent of it all than anything. Things went downhill when Sue Sylvester surprised her in the hall and kicked her off the Cheerios. It was to be expected but she felt like another vestige of her previous life was being taken away.

Her lowest point came when she found herself surprised by her parents' reaction to her situation. She knew what her parents were like but hadn't actually expected them to throw her out. Finn finding out the truth about the baby's father came as no surprise, nor did his punching Puck. Then, life began to look up.

The bus ride back from Sectionals had been uneventful and relatively quiet. Most people were sleeping or talking quietly after their whirlwind day. Quinn stared out the window, the darkness of night betraying none of the landscape beyond the road. She tried to shut her mind to thinking of the mess her life had become when she felt someone sit beside her. "Hey," she heard and straightened up, turning her head. She saw Puck sitting beside her.

"Hi," she responded softly.

"So, I'm taking you home with me. I'm not taking no for an answer. I won't let you stay at Finn's even though he said you could," Puck hesitated, "She's my responsibility. You're my responsibility,"

Quinn was at a loss for words. She hadn't expected to hear Puck speak so forcefully, he wasn't aggressive, but it was a departure from his usual lax attitude. "Uh..uh..thanks," she stuttered. They sat quietly for a few moments before she added, "So, interesting day wasn't it,"

Puck smiled, "Yeah. It's been a good day." The bus pulled into the school's parking lot and Puck swiftly stood up and offered Quinn his hand.

She hesitated before taking it and allowing him to help her up, take her bag and lead her off the bus to her car. "My ride is over here," he pointed to their left. "I'll meet you here and you can follow me,"

Wordlessly, Quinn tossed her bag into the back of her car and started it up. She felt like she was in a haze. Puck's gentle behaviour always took her aback. It reminded her of the bake sale and their food fight. He had let his guard down then, and deep down, she was hoping this meant he would be displaying this side of himself more often. Within moments, she saw Puck's truck and followed him down the streets of Lima to a nice middle-class kind of house; white siding, black shingles, garage and at least two floors. Her prejudices had led her to expect something else, what, even she wasn't sure of anymore.

His mom and sister were visiting family for the night and wouldn't be home until late, so the house was dark when they entered. Puck put her overnight bag down and flicked the light switch. Before her, Quinn saw a tidy and cozy looking home.

"I'll show you around," Puck grabbed the bag and Quinn followed him as he pointed out the kitchen and living room before taking her upstairs, where he pointed at a few doors down a hall and informed her what they were. At the end of the hall he stopped and opened the last door. "So, this is my...well, our room,"

"It's...so clean, I'm surprised." Quinn raised an eyebrow at him.

"What kind of a punk do you think I am? I'm not bringing my girl home to a dump,"

"Your girl?"

He winked, "Don't worry Fabray, I don't mean you,"

"Mmhm," she took her bag and set it on the chair and took out her pyjamas.

"I'll take that as my cue to leave. How about I get us something to eat?"

"Sure, thanks"

The door clicked shut behind Puck and Quinn changed quickly. She perched on the edge of the bed and surveyed the room, hoping to learn more about Puck. It didn't say too much about him, but she hoped that their proximity would take care of that.

"Grilled cheese m'lady?" Puck stood at the door with a tray in hand.

"Wow, I haven't had one of these in ages," Quinn said as she took one.

Puck chuckled, "I'm thinking they aren't on a Sue Sylvester-approved diet plan,"

"Not much is," she laughed ruefully.

When they were done and had cleared up, Puck looked at Quinn hesitantly. "Can we talk? I just feel like we have a lot to talk about,"

"Yeah, of course," she sat back on the bed and Puck went to take his desk chair.

"Wait, come sit with me," Quinn motioned to the spot beside her.

He cleared his throat anxiously. They sat quietly for a couple minutes so Quinn decided to break the silence, "While we have a lot to talk about, related to the baby" she motioned to her bump, "Let's start with me living here. What does your mom have to say about this? And just fill me in on life at the Puckerman's,"

"I called her earlier and she sounded relieved. I think she's glad you'll be here so she can make sure that you guys are okay. Obviously she was pretty damn upset with me when I told her I got a girl pregnant. But after she finished yelling and crying, she told me that she was there for me, for us, with whatever we decide to do."

Quinn smiled and leaned into his shoulder. She was surprised how comfortable they were with each other when their guards were down.

"My mom's pretty cool with everything. When I told her about what your parents did she told me "Noah, you bring that girl here. She and my grand-baby are always welcome here." I told her you were staying elsewhere, but I could tell that she wanted to be able to keep an eye on you,"

Yawning, Quinn shifted into a prone position, settled into the fluffy pillows and closed her eyes

"Bedtime?"

"Yes," a smile graced her lips.

"It's been a long day. You get the bed; I'll go get the blow-up mattress,"

"Don't be silly. It's your bed, I'll take it,"

Puck was afraid of the night unraveling into an argument, especially over sleeping arrangements.

"Or we could share? The bed is big enough."

"Sounds good,"

Quinn was actually content with this compromise. She had been feeling vulnerable as of late and it was nice to be close to someone. What surprised her was that it was Puck she was getting close to. And she wanted it to happen.