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A/N: Puck never thought that family history would repeat itself…neither did his mom!

It was the colours that caught Puck's eye first of all. At first, when he'd arrived home after a three week stint taking part in a training exercise in the Wayne National Forest, he was pissed that Quinn was holed up in their bathroom, probably beautifying herself for his imminent return and no doubt using up all the hot water that the ancient furnace in the basement far below them was able to muster. Puck - who hadn't had access to a shower in all that time - was desperate to feel soothing, massaging jets of water hit his skin. When he turned on the miserable dribble of a shower in the family bathroom, he groaned and almost sobbed, by the time he was done, he felt damn lucky to have managed even a luke warm shower. "Why the hell did she do it in here?" he pondered to himself as he reached into the trash to retrieve the tell-tale box…and then he wondered what the result was.

Puck grabbed a towel, wrapped it around his waist and stomped from the family bathroom to his and Quinn's bedroom. "Hey," he called as soon as he'd closed the door behind him. "Quinn," he called again when he didn't get a reply. "Babe, come on, open the door," he suggested huskily, and pressed his whole body weight against the wood, he almost staggered in when the door opened suddenly and Quinn was right there in front of him. "Hi," he murmured and then dipped to kiss her perfectly pouting lips.

"Hi," Quinn replied, and then smiled happily. Quinn loved that Puck was home, she loved that he'd showered already, she loved that he was only wrapped in a towel, Quinn wondered if they would have the house to themselves long enough to really enjoy it. "Mmm," she moaned deep in her throat as Puck lifted her from the floor for a moment, she loved it when he did that, demonstrated his strength, his masculinity, his 'Puckness'.

Puck waited for Quinn to tell him, to say the words…but she didn't. Puck was caught up in the moment, he allowed himself to be led into the huge, extravagant, walk-in shower – their first major purchase in the renovation of the 'fixer-upper' they'd bought soon after they'd married. "Oh, babe," he sighed as Quinn sank to her knees in front of him. Puck watched as his wife teased and pleasured him with her lips, her teeth, her tongue and her hands, he loved how she groaned when he tugged her to her feet, he revelled in the sounds she made when he finally entered her and when she shattered around him, he almost melted on the spot. "Was that good for you?" he panted as he tried to get his breath back.

"It's always good for me," Quinn replied with her trademark shy little smile on her face.

"Should we really be doing that, though?" Puck asked, he was fishing for the information. Quinn looked puzzled. "With you in that condition," he clarified with a nod towards her middle.

"What condition?" Quinn asked, she still had no clue what Puck was going on about but he was definitely acting strange!

"That condition," Puck repeated, and sort of described a big stomach with his hands in front of his own super trim abs.

"What? Fat?" Quinn demanded, both put out and a little hurt that Puck thought she'd let herself go. Quinn surreptitiously glanced down at her stomach, under the guise of drying herself with a huge fluffy towel. No, she didn't think she looked any different, well, not much anyway…maybe she'd missed a few sit-ups and ab crunches in the last few weeks while Puck had been away, and perhaps she hadn't been quite as stringent with her diet as she usually was, but hell fire, she sure wasn't ready to be shoved on a season of America's Biggest Loser just yet!

"No, no, not fat," Puck hurried to assure Quinn. "Pregnant," he announced happily and then waited for her to tell him the truth.

"Who's pregnant?" Quinn asked, even more puzzled than before. "What on earth are you talking about?" she demanded.

"You are," Puck responded, just as puzzled as Quinn. "Who the hell else?" he demanded and then picked up the box he'd confiscated from the trash.

"That's not mine," Quinn said as she reached for the box to read the information on the back. Quinn had a flash of instant clarity. "Oh crap," she whispered.

"What do you mean it's not yours?" Puck asked, a sickening weight had just lodged itself in the pit of his stomach. If it wasn't his – and he could be absolutely damn certain that it wasn't – and it wasn't Quinn's, then there was only one person it could possibly belong to…his sister! "Jenna!" Puck roared, he sounded livid, Quinn was actually scared for the poor girl. "What the fuck is she thinking?" he demanded angrily. "She is sixteen years old," he stated – as though Quinn didn't know how old her sister-in-law was. "She's too young, she can't have it, what the hell is she thinking even having sex at her age?" he muttered to himself as he hunted for boxers and pants. "Jenna?" Puck yelled again. "She needn't think it's all a fucking walk in the park," he muttered as he dragged his sweats on. "Where the hell is she?" he asked Quinn. "If she's out with that little punk, I'm going to rip his freakin' head off," he stated.

"You know we were the same age when we had Beth, right?" Quinn reminded Puck, though she wasn't entirely sure he was listening to her. Quinn sighed as she got dressed. Whatever the outcome of that test was, the fact that Puck was this pissed with Jenna meant that this was not going to be good!

"Oh, like I'd forgotten that," Puck grumbled sarcastically. "I know we were, which makes us super qualified to tell my sister she's a freakin' idiot," he shouted, though he wasn't really pissed at Quinn, it was the situation he was pissed at more. "Shit, my mother is going to kill me, I promised her I'd take care of Jenna, I promised her that she didn't have anything to worry about, that she could just take this year to recover, to get herself better and not worry about a thing," he groaned and flopped on his back onto his and Quinn's huge bed. Puck covered his eyes with his hands and sighed heavily, he remembered the conversation well.

"Noah, I really don't know what to do," Ruth Puckerman said, her voice had a wobble, it clearly demonstrated her distress. "On the one hand, this is an opportunity I never thought would come my way and on the other, Jenna needs me, she is becoming a beautiful young woman and she needs guidance."

"Mom, you should go," Puck insisted, he looked at his mom's pain ravaged face, the unhealthy pallor, the scarf around her hairless head. "We can take care of Jenna," he assured her, "really, she can stay here with us, well, with Quinn most of the time, especially if I get deployed anywhere, she'll be company for Quinn too if that happens," he added.

"Oh, Noah, thank you," Ruth cried, all of her fears evaporated as her son – her grown-up, responsible son – demonstrated once again that he was nothing like his deadbeat, ass of a father!

Quinn looked sadly at her husband, he still hadn't removed his hands from his eyes. "But at least Jenna has us to support her," she commented quietly – which was way more than they'd had ten years ago.


"What are we going to do?" Jenna whispered tearfully, she was absolutely dreading having to tell her mom, and even worse – her brother!

"I don't know," Aaron muttered as he hugged his girlfriend even closer to his nearly muscular, almost manly chest. "What the fuck are we going to do?" he thought wildly to himself. Aaron was considering making a break for it, getting the hell out of Dodge before Jenna's big brother found out what they had done – and what the result was! "How could it happen?" he demanded, not particularly of Jenna, but of the universe or anyone else who had the answers. "I mean, you said you were a virgin, right?" he asked suddenly as he thrust Jenna away slightly, she nodded. "Everyone knows you can't get pregnant the first time you do it, it's like, biology or something," he insisted.

"That is just the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard," Jenna hissed, she felt slightly bereft now that she wasn't in Aaron's strong arms. "And actually, you can," she corrected his mistaken belief. "It happened to my mom and to Quinn, too," she muttered. "Noah is going to kill me first and then he's going to kill you. Twice!" she cried with a lot of trepidation and a touch of fear.

"And if he doesn't, my mom is going to kill me anyways," Aaron murmured and hugged Jenna close again. What the hell were they going to do? Getting naked and actually 'doing it' had seemed like a lot of fun at the time – it didn't seem quite so enjoyable right now.


Puck paced up and down the kitchen while he waited for his sister to come home. "Relax," Quinn advised as she put the finishing touches to dinner. "Hey, what's the worst that can happen?" she asked as she took Puck into her arms to comfort him, soothe him, calm him. "Your mother didn't kill us, did she?" she reminded him. "She won't kill Jenna either, she'll be disappointed for sure, but she won't kill either of you."

"It's the disappointment I can't stand," Puck grumbled quietly into Quinn's hair. Both Puck and Quinn turned as the back door opened and Jenna stepped into the kitchen. The silence was deafening until Puck actually growled and took a step towards them when the boyfriend stepped in behind her.

"Hi," Jenna whispered nervously, she gulped and swallowed hard, her throat was dry, her mouth was even drier, she had no idea how her brother knew, but she was suddenly aware that he knew exactly what was going on with her!

"Come here," Quinn said quietly and held her arms open for Jenna to step into them. Jenna rushed forward, a sob escaped her as she found herself engulfed in the welcoming arms of her sister-in-law. "It'll be ok," Quinn murmured to Jenna, she soothed and comforted the distraught young girl. "We'll get through this," she promised. Quinn looked over the top of Jenna's head into the stormy eyes of her angry husband. "We'll do everything we can to make this alright for you," she insisted. Jenna couldn't speak, all she could do was sob on Quinn's shoulder.

"You and I need to have a talk," Puck growled at Aaron and then spun on his heel and headed to the lounge. Puck didn't have to ask, Aaron followed without a word. "What do you have to say for yourself?" he demanded the second they were alone. "What are your intentions towards my sister? How do you propose to take care of her? What are your plans for the future? I mean, what the hell were you thinking?" he threw question after question at the trembling boy.

"I, er, I-I don't know," Aaron stuttered, he couldn't even think straight never mind actually put his jumbled thoughts into words!

"Well, you better know," Puck hissed. Puck wanted to batter this kid, he wanted to wipe the floor with him, he wanted to just scream at the world, make it all go away, protect his sister…like he hadn't been able to protect Quinn. "Seriously, you better fucking know, because I want answers. Now," he demanded.

"Noah," Jenna said quietly from the doorway, "we only just found out today, give us time to think about it, think about what we need to do," she suggested, borrowing Quinn's words, using her advice in order to calm her brother. "We aren't you and Quinn, we might not make your choices, but we have to work this out on our own, the only thing we need is your support," she added as she stepped closer.

"You got it, sweetie," Puck mumbled into his sister's hair as he hugged her close to his chest. "Anything you need, you got it," he promised, he looked over at his wife, saw the agreement in her eyes – they both knew that their lives would have been very different if they'd had that same sort of support.

"Dinner's ready," Quinn interrupted quietly, she knew that everyone needed things to be as normal as possible. "Aaron? Are you staying for dinner?" she asked.

Aaron gulped. "Thanks, Ms Puckerman, but I think I better get home," he answered, "there's a lot I have to talk to my parents about," he reminded them.

"I'll see you out," Jenna murmured and broke free from her brother's embrace, she felt strong and empowered, she knew that Noah and Quinn would be there for her, always and forever, they would be there for her…and anyone else who came along.


"Hey, mom," Puck said quietly as Ruth answered the Skype call.

"Hi, honey," Ruth replied with a gentle smile. She looked so amazingly relaxed, Puck hated that he was going to be the one to disrupt that look. "Noah, what's wrong?" she asked, she knew it must be something serious to make her son look so troubled. "Are you ok? Is Quinn? Is it Jenna?" she asked, her voice trembled with fear.

"Mom, I have something to tell you but I need you to promise that you won't freak out," Puck said tiredly, he sighed deeply, he really didn't want to do this but both Jenna and Quinn had insisted. "Mom," he said firmly, and then swallowed hard, licked his lips and prepared to actually say it. "Fuck," he thought, "why me?" Puck blew out a breath again and cleared his throat. "Mom, Jenna's pregnant," he said quickly, his words almost running together as one.

"Wait, what?" Ruth demanded. Had she really heard that correctly? "Surely he said Quinn, Quinn is pregnant, right?" she thought as she replayed Puck's words over and over in her head. "Quinn is pregnant?" she asked rather desperately.

"No, not Quinn, Jenna," Puck explained quietly, he could see the worry etch itself onto his mom's face as his words hit home. "She's ok, she's with Quinn right now, Quinn made her an appointment with her own OB, they'll call you again when they know more but Jenna asked me to break the news to you," he said – the whole time he was talking, Puck was watching his mom once again become the worried, frail woman who had left Lima five months before.

"I'll come home," Ruth decided, she began to look around herself, as though to decide what to pack.

"There's no need," Puck insisted, really, they all needed Ruth to continue with this meditation and relaxation therapy, so far it had worked wonders to restore her strength. "We'll take care of her, we'll do whatever it is that she needs, you did the same for Quinn," he reminded his mom, he remembered – though he often tried to forget those days – when he wasn't the responsible son/husband/brother that he was now, the days when he left Quinn hanging for a ride to her OB because he was making out with Santana or Mercedes or some random female who'd caught his eye, the days when his mom took over and gave Quinn the support that he should have given.

Ruth took a moment and a cleansing breath, she used some of the techniques she'd learned over the last few months and restored her own calmness. "Tell Jenna that I love her," she requested of her son, "and tell her it will all be ok," she added.

"I will, mom," Puck promised.

"Thank you, Noah," Ruth said as she looked deep into her son's eyes, she hoped that Jenna would make a different choice than Puck and Quinn had, she would hate for another grandchild to be out there in the world and not be in her life. Ruth ended the call and settled down on her bed to rest, to relax, to think about the future...and the past. She wondered if she could ever admit to her children that she had another daughter out there in the world, one that neither Puck nor Jenna had ever met...teen pregnancy and adoption seemed to be a thing for them, a family trait almost...and then she wept, for her son, for her daughter and for the child she had been forced to give up.


"Eight weeks," Quinn murmured as she and Jenna headed back towards home. Quinn remembered when she had found out that she was pregnant, she'd only been three weeks along, she knew her own body so well that one little change had been immediately apparent.

"Two months down, another seven to go," Jenna murmured back. She sighed heavily. "My mom's going to kill me, isn't she?" she asked tearfully. "I remember when Noah told her about you, I was hiding under the table colouring my dinosaur books in, I remember it because he cried, he kept telling mom that he was sorry and that he'd screwed up and mom kept telling him it would be ok, but she sounded really sad, really disappointed."

"Your mom will love you no matter what," Quinn assured the young girl by her side, "and we will all love that precious little angel when it gets here," she added and squeezed Jenna's knee. Jenna tried to smile, her lips wobbled as the tears rolled down her cheeks, but she tried really hard to actually smile.


"Hey," Puck sighed when he finally climbed into bed. He turned onto his side and drew Quinn backward into his arms, right up to his hot, hard body. "How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Fine," Quinn replied. "Envious," she added with a sniff as all the emotions that she'd tamped down all day came bubbling up to the surface. "Jealous, really, I suppose," she murmured even more quietly and more honestly.

"I'm sorry," Puck said and kissed Quinn's ear.

"What for?" Quinn asked, she turned a little to look over her shoulder at Puck.

"I know how much you want a baby and I don't know, maybe it's my fault it hasn't happened yet," Puck answered and rocked his hips into Quinn's butt. "It isn't through lack of trying, though, right?" he asked with a cheesy smirk. "We should give it another shot, don't you think?" he suggested as he turned Quinn fully onto her back.

"One more time with feeling," Quinn agreed just before her mouth was otherwise occupied, it was a long, long time till sleep finally overtook them both…

To be continued...