Every single night, he woke up to the sound of her crying. He rarely made out the words that she spoke or knew what the reason behind it was but maybe that was okay. He got to see the side of her that she hid, the side of her that made him want to pick up that sweet blonde and make everything better or maybe it was just because for those few moments, he knew why he'd picked her over every other girl.
"Fuck."
She'd been repeating the same word over and over for the past half an hour, he realized before averting his thoughts as that made him seem like a better boyfriend for not checking up on his girlfriend who he knew was sobbing in the bathroom. It wasn't like she'd very well tell him what was bothering her anyways, she'd been distant since about three weeks ago when the invitation came for the wedding of Noah Puckerman and Paige Landons or as Quinn had called her 'random bar skank'. He was absolutely positive that the jealously was merely because she and Puck shared a child, not lingering feelings from their relationship. Afterall, they were twenty-five now and hadn't spoken to either of their old flames in years! It'd be like saying that he was still hung up on Rachel Berry which he totally wasn't...Really.
"Fucking Fuck."
The hell? Didn't she realize that saying the same cuss word twice just made her seem silly? He questioned wither or not she even realized that she was cussing as she rarely did it in front of him and yelled at him when he said 'shit' after thinking of the mailman hadn't worked or maybe that was because she was still devoted to not having sex again before she was married. Whatever the reason was didn't matter all that he knew was she normally didn't say things like that. He soon grew tired of listening to it, it made his stomach hurt so he stood up and crept into the bathroom slowly as not to scare her. "Quinn?" He asked in a nervous tone as he sat down next to her on the floor before placing her in his arms and doing something that he hoped to grilled cheesus would make her feel better. "Lucy Quinn Fabray, will you marry me?" He'd been considering the possibility that maybe she was the one for about three months, he'd even got a ring engraved to use. There, of course, had been a big romantic night where he was going to do this but the moment seemed right and it brought a smile to her face which immediately made him feel better.
"Yes! Of course, I'll marry you!"
So that night wasn't entirely romantic or as perfect as he believed that she deserved but it was worth it as they enjoyed those sweet moments of silence, she wasn't going to spoil the moment by telling him what she'd really been saying and he was too oblivious to even realize what other word sounded like 'fuck'.