Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. The title is a song by Taylor Swift which I also do not own.

Chapter One: You Belong With Me

"We'll continue to keep you updated on the tornado watch as things progress. This is-." Quinn flicked off the TV, tired of listening to the same information over and over. For the past 24 hours, Lima had been under tornado watch. She wasn't really worried, they hadn't had a tornado in Lima for over 50 years. Soft cries from the next room broke through the silence and tore through Quinn's thoughts.

"Mommy's coming, Belle." she whispered to herself as she moved towards her room. Since she was still living with Brittany and her family, her and the baby shared a room. Of course, this whole set up was far from permanent. Lack of sufficient funds was the only thing keeping her there. She scooped her up into her arms, a bright smile slipping onto her face. Isabelle had been a complete mistake, but now Quinn viewed her as a beautiful accident. Having a daughter at such a young age had never been a part of her plan; but now she couldn't imagine her life without Isabelle in it. "Did you have a nice nap?" she asked in a soft voice, getting a light coo in response. "Daddy bought you a new toy. I think he likes it more than you will." Puck was still living at his mom's house, working odd jobs in an attempt to buy a house for his family. Quinn was unsure about the idea of living with Puck, especially considering his extensive sexual activities. They had been a couple for about two days before he messed it up. The fact of the matter was, she cared about Noah (not that she'd admit that to anyone). But he was too wrapped up in Puck to be the Noah she loved. Sometimes she would get a rare glimpse of Noah Puckerman, but he always slipped right back into his womanizing self. She gave him a chance to prove himself, and all he proved was that he was a master sexter, and that he could confidently hit on every female that crossed his path. A rough tug on her blonde curls brought her back to reality. "No, no, lovebug. No pulling hair." Quinn settled her down into the changing table, making sure the buckle was secure across her waist before pulling her hair back into a loose ponytail. Her phone began to buzz annoyingly against her bedside table when she started to change Belle's diaper. She quickly fastened the fresh diaper, reaching over and grabbing the phone. "Hello?" she asked, flipping it open and not bothering to check the caller id.

"Why aren't you here yet?"

"She was taking a nap, I wasn't just going to wake her up." she replied with an agitated sigh.

"You're cutting into my father daughter time! And did you not hear about the tornado watch? I don't want you getting caught in it." A soft smile slipped onto her features, there was her Noah.

"I'm changing her now, we'll be out the door in less than five minutes."

"See you soon. I…uhm, I'll see you soon." He closed his phone, internally cursing himself for the almost slip up. She raised an eyebrow as she set her phone back down. That was weird.

"What do you think, pink or yellow dress?" she asked, pulling a couple of the baby's summer dresses from the closet. Her tiny hands reached for the pink one with the cherries on it, attempting to tug the material into her mouth. "Dresses are not for eating." she teased, her fingertips danced over her bare tummy, eliciting gentle giggles from her. With one swift motion she picked Belle up, slipping the dress carefully over her head. "You are just the cutest baby in the whole world!" she exclaimed with a smile, pressing a kiss to her cheek, spinning her around carefully in the air. Excited laughter fell from the little girl's lips, as her hands pressed up against her mouth, clenched into tight fists. Quinn laughed freely, bringing her back down to her chest. "We gotta get ready really quick, before your daddy throws a hissy fit." She settled Belle easily on her hip as she moved around the room, tossing a few changes of clothes and some toys into the diaper bag. Organization was not really what her mind was focused on. Quinn draped the diaper bag over her shoulder, cradling Belle in her arms as she moved to the kitchen. "I'll put extra bottles in too, since your daddy always seems to lose them." After grabbing an extra container of formula and a couple bottles, she was ready to go. The sky was a pale gray-green in color, and it worried Quinn. Wasn't that what the sky looked like when a tornado was approaching? The drive to Puck's house was less than five minutes, so she figured she'd be fine. She definitely drove over the speed limit, afraid that they'd get caught in a potential tornado. In a record three minutes, she was pulling into Puck's empty driveway. The sky was darkening fast, and fear was coursing through her veins. She was pulling the car-seat out when Puck came racing to her side.

"I don't want to worry you, but we need to get inside." he said quickly, grabbing the diaper bag out of the car and pushing Quinn gently towards the house. She hugged the car-seat close to her body, slightly confused. "Tornado. It's headed this way…we gotta get somewhere safe."

"Where's your mom? And sister?" she questioned, concerned for their safety.

"They're out of town, visiting an aunt I can't stand." he said, urging her to continue moving. "Take this, bring her down to the basement." He placed the diaper bag delicately onto her shoulder, opening the door to the basement and flicking the light on before heading in the opposite direction.

"Where are you going?" she called nervously.

"Just go! I'll be right there." Quinn watched him disappear up the stairs before heading down to the basement. It was a bit musty, but surprisingly warm. There was some old furniture scattered around; a couch, a few kitchen chairs, and an old crib. She settled into the couch, picking Belle up out of the car-seat. Bringing her close to her chest, she looked nervously toward the stairs. Where was Puck? As soon as the thought crossed her minds he was coming down the stairs, a small piano in his arms. He shut and locked the basement door before sitting down on one of the cheap wooden chairs.

"A piano?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"I bought it for Belle…I didn't want it to get completely destroyed." he admitted sheepishly. Puck looked around the basement for a moment, grabbing a blanket from a shelf in the corner and setting it onto the concrete. He placed the piano on top of it and walked over to Quinn, reaching out for his daughter. "Daddy bought you the greatest toy ever. It makes lots of cool noise." He sat cross-legged on the blanket, the baby resting securely in his lap. His fingertips danced over the keys to demonstrate how it worked. Belle lifted her hands, slamming them down over the keys. A proud grin broke onto her face, excited that she had made those noises. She beat on the piano some more, soft laughs falling from her parent's lips. "Quinn…c'mere." he said, turning slightly so he could look at her, his head motioning her over. She stood up, slipping off her jacket, walking over to the two of them. She sat next to Puck and Belle looked up at her, motioning to the piano. Quinn pressed a few keys to amuse her and she went back to joyously slapping the keys.

"She sticks her tongue out when she concentrates." Quinn said, noticing the habit for the first time.

"She gets it from you." Puck replied simply. Her gaze connected with his, unsure of what he meant. "You do that all the time…when you do homework or when you're learning the choreography for glee."

"You…you notice that?" To say she was amazed would be an absolute understatement.

"Believe it or not, I notice everything. The way you toy with your hair when you're uncomfortable, how you pretend to talk on the phone when you aren't in the mood to deal with people, and the way you tug your earlobes when you flirt…I see it all." His words were enticing, drawing her in with each syllable. He knew all those things about her, and she hadn't had to point them out. She felt his fingertips brush against her hand and she was jolted back to reality. Quinn refused to let herself get all wrapped up in one sweet moment. She had a daughter to think about now, she couldn't just fall all over whatever Puck said. They had tried, he didn't want to be 'tied down', she needed to face reality and move on. Her hand pulled away from his, subconsciously toying with her ponytail. His face fell slightly and he focused back on Belle. She had given him an opportunity to prove himself, and he let his fears ruin everything. But maybe this tornado would give him a chance to fix it all...a chance to make everything right. There was no doubt in his mind that Quinn belonged with him. Now all he had to do was prove that to her.

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