"I'm going to ask you a question and as the father of the creature living in my uterus—" Puck's face screwed up in disgust, his eyes never leaving the television screen. "—I want you to be completely honest with me."
Puck's eyebrows rose causing his eyes to widen slightly and he quickly glanced from the video game he was playing to her. Guilt. "Okay."
"Are you a drug dealer?"
His face relaxed. "No."
She continued to stare him down, her arms crossed and resting above her baby bump.
"I'm not a drug dealer, Quinn!"
"Then explain this," she said, holding out his cell phone. He paused his video game and took the phone from her. On the screen there was a text from an unknown number.
Heritage elem playground
He read it twice, filing the information away before deleting the text and shoving the cell phone under his thigh. He turned back to his game without meeting her eyes. "Stop stealing my phone. You have your own."
"Stop being an idiot and tell me what it is."
"Stop being so damn nosy and get out of my room."
She stepped over to the TV. Puck ducked his head and craned his neck, trying to see past her. She hit the power button and the screen went black.
Exasperated, Puck threw the controller to the floor. "Bitch."
Quinn took a threatening step toward him. He coward and held up his hands in surrender. "Fine! It's where fight club's meeting tonight."
Her brow furrowed. "You still do that?"
"Yeah. Where do you think I go every Friday night?"
"To the 7-Eleven to bum beer off of people."
"I had to stop. One of the clerks called the cops on me and now they have my picture posted on the doors."
They looked at each other for a long moment. Quinn blinked, breaking their gaze and said decisively, "You're taking me with you tonight."
"What? No."
"I'm going out of my mind, Puck. If I have to spend one more night watching TLC while your mom gripes at me about not keeping kosher, I'm going to snap."
"No one takes their pregnant baby mama to fight club, Quinn. I'm pretty sure there's a rule about it."
She shrugged. "Okay, fine. Just don't expect me to cover for you anymore when your mom asks where her Victoria's Secret catalogues are at."
Puck rubbed the back of his neck and then his body slumped with a sigh.
She had won.