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A/N: A suggestion of how the baking scene could have happened in another world.
"You are such an egghead," Quinn said with a breathy little giggle, just before she broke an egg on Puck's head. She stood back, still giggling, her lip between her teeth, waiting to see his reaction.
Puck stared, open mouthed in disbelief. "I can't believe you did that to me," he even sounded shocked. "You're getting it now, Fabray," he promised at the same time as he grabbed a handful of dry cupcake mixture and flicked it in her face.
In just a few moments they were both messy, covered with flour, cocoa and sugar. "You look so cute with flour in your hair," Puck grinned, his hand coming up to cup her face, his thumb brushing the debris away from her lips. Puck couldn't take his eyes off of her lips. Her kissable lips. The temptation was just too much. Slowly his head descended. Quinn's lips parted a fraction of a second before Puck's lips landed, her tongue making the slightest contact with his. It was all the encouragement he needed. Puck moaned into her mouth as he lifted her and sat her on the counter, stepping between her thighs. Puck kissed his way down her throat, following a path down between her breasts to her stomach. He gently laid Quinn back, across the counter and pushed her shirt up just a little, exposing her tummy to his gaze and his lips. "Mmm," he moaned as his lips brushed where their baby lay. His hand covered it, he looked up towards her face, Quinn looked down her body at him, her hand going to his messy, eggy mohawk. "I wish you'd let me tell Finn the truth," Puck sighed. "I hate that he thinks he's the father of our baby."
They both jumped and looked across the room, startled by the noise from the doorway. "Not any more he doesn't," Finn growled before stomping away.