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A/N: New Haven to LA, the long way, the slow way, the fun way...
"Excuse me," Quinn called, she tapped her foot lightly as she waited a touch impatiently. "Excuse me?" she called again when the dozing man appeared to ignore her. She sighed, he seemed to be a little more than dozing, he was either fast asleep or dead. Or just ignoring her. Either way, Quinn was pissed. She was pissed because she'd paid for this room, this bedroom cabin and she had the ticket to prove it, but this guy seemed to think that he had the right to be in it. Plus he had his humungous, size twenty feet propped up on the end of the bunk. Well, ok, they weren't actually that big, probably about a size eleven, maybe a twelve.
"Honey, it is totally true," the guy's sleep husky voice mumbled. "Big feet, big di...ouch," he yelped as Quinn knocked his feet from the seat, causing him to bang his ankle on the edge of the seat. Puck stretched and then stood up, he knew that other people had also boarded the train, they were probably getting settled too. He glanced to the doorway before he spoke. "Well, you look like a girl who knows how to have fun," he announced loudly, Quinn gave him a disgusted look. "I reserved this bedroom," he informed her, "but I don't mind sharing if they've double booked." Puck stepped out into the aisle. "Ma'am," he nodded at a scandalised little grey-haired old lady. "If she says no, do you think you might like to share?" he whispered loudly. The old lady almost had a coronary.
"I haven't refused yet," Quinn replied snootily. "Quinn Puckerman," she introduced herself and thrust her hand in his direction.
"Noah P...F...Fabray," Puck stuttered, he almost slipped up, Quinn raised her eyebrow. One nil to her. "Senior Airman, United States Air Force, pleased to meet you, ma'am," he said with a barely hidden smirk, he only just stopped himself from bending over and kissing the back of her hand. Quinn couldn't help but look impressed, she'd expected to hear his usual rank of Airman First Class, not Senior Airman.
"Interesting, Mr Fabray, and tell me, do you have a wife or a girlfriend who might object to us sharing a small bedroom?" Quinn asked.
"Yep, I have a girlfriend, she's a student at Yale but she's a real pain in the ass, I'm thinking of canning her, maybe trading her in for a newer model," Puck revealed and looked Quinn up and down, he licked his lips in a suggestive way and then winked at her. Puck glanced at the little old lady and her travelling companion, they were both absolutely horrified. "Look, it's just a train thing, it's only for three days, that's if you're going all the way," he said to Quinn, "to LA," he added after the slightest pause. "I'm happy to share, if you want to that's fine, if you don't, I'm sorry, but I was here first," he sighed, his gallantry going out of the window.
Quinn made quite a production of checking her ticket, the room number and the carriage number, and then did the same with his ticket. "It seems as though we have been booked into the same room," she announced after her final checks. "No matter," she added and looked down her nose at Puck in a totally supercilious manner. "We are civilised human beings, I'm sure that we can share a small space from here to Los Angeles without any problems." Quinn turned and entered the room once more.
Puck grinned as he closed the door behind him. "Did you see the look on her face?" he whispered. "Priceless," he grinned. "Come here," he groaned and pulled Quinn into his arms. "Awesome, you look awesome, you smell awesome, you feel awesome," he moaned. He moaned again, louder this time, Quinn shushed him. "Feel what you do to me," he offered and thrust his hips forwards for Quinn to feel how aroused he was.
Puck sat down on the long, sofa style seat and brought Quinn to stand between his spread thighs. "Oh, God," he sighed as he pulled the elasticated neck of Quinn's shirt down below her boobs. "You wore it," he sighed happily. He looked up into Quinn's eyes, they were glowing emerald green. "I didn't think you'd wear it," he said, and he had to admit, he was impressed. Slowly, Puck leaned forwards, his tongue was at just exactly the right height to touch the pouting nipple that appeared over the edge of the tiny, demi-cut, dark green, satin bra that he had sent her from Paris when he had stopped off there a couple of months ago. Puck hoped that she had on the raunchy panties that went with the bra too. "Take this off," he begged and tugged at the stretchy fabric. Puck leaned back, so did Quinn as she pulled the lovely, layered, yellow and green shirt over her head, she tossed it in the general direction of the fold up seat.
Quinn glanced to the side. "Do you want to pull the blind?" she asked, with a nod towards the window.
"Nope," Puck grinned. "People shouldn't look into bedroom windows if they don't want to see someone in bed, right?" he growled against her boobs and then devoured her nipples, going from left to right and then back again.
"We haven't even left the station yet," Quinn hissed, she was trying desperately to keep quiet, she didn't want everyone to hear them. Actually, Quinn knew that at some point over the next three days, someone undoubtedly would hear them, because, annoyingly, she could hear the conversation from the next compartment, it was muted, but she could hear it. Quinn was convinced that very, very soon, some of their fellow travelers were bound to be treated to a ringside seat at the Quick Travelling Sexfest.
Out on the platform, the attendants and the conductor began to slam all the carriage doors closed. "All aboard," came the cry of the conductor, to encourage any stragglers to hurry, they had a schedule to keep. Just a few moments later, the train began to move.
"You know that someone will be around soon to check tickets, right?" Quinn managed to ask, although formulating a recognisable sentence was nearly too much for her, her entire body was only seconds away from meltdown.
"I don't care," Puck mumbled into her stomach as his lips trailed lower. "Take these off," he begged, and tugged at the tight, form-fitting jeans that moulded Quinn's ass to perfection.
Quinn took two very slow paces back, she struck a pose and then began to dance as she divested herself of her clothing. Just as she was down to her stunningly beautiful Parisienne lingerie, there was a knock at the door. "Tickets, please," a pleasant voice called.
"Just a second," Puck answered and bundled Quinn and her clothing into the tiny bathroom stall. "Here you go," he said and thrust both his and Quinn's tickets to the guy to be checked. Puck hoped that his strategically placed sweater - hurriedly tied by the sleeves around his waist - was doing the job of hiding his massively sensitive erection. He could feel his dick pulsing within the confines of his pants, and he wished like hell it was pulsing inside Quinn, but no, the guy seemed to be making more checks than Quinn had when she was pretending that they didn't know each other.
"Thank you, sir, enjoy your trip," the attendant said and handed the tickets back with a smile. "Thank you, Lord," the attendant thought to himself with a grin when the door to the bedroom closed. "Thank you for putting that supreme piece of human-ness on my train, I shall take very good care of him and he, I hope, will take very good care of me. We just have to get the woman into another car."
"Is the coast clear?" Quinn asked, she'd opened the bathroom door just a tad.
"Totally," Puck replied. Quinn glanced at him, he was lounged on the lower bunk that he'd already folded out, he had stripped naked, he had his hand wrapped around his dick and was slowly jacking it. "Come here," he suggested gently, Quinn happily complied. She climbed onto the bunk too and laid over Puck. "Happy anniversary," he whispered against her lips, just before he devoured them in a kiss that lasted about three miles.
"Two years," Quinn sighed as their lips parted. "Can you believe it's been two years since Sue disbanded the glee club?"
"Is it only two years? I feel like I've loved you for a lifetime," Puck replied then growled as he turned over, thrusting Quinn beneath him. "I can't wait," he groaned, "I have to have you, right now, it's been so long, please," he moaned as he thankfully found the hidden opening in her panties and slipped through it, into her slick, welcoming, heat. "Oh, God, I love you," he sighed against the hot skin of her throat. Quinn couldn't even speak, she'd lost the ability to verbalise anything the instant that he filled her. The people in the adjoining compartment wondered if the animal that growled in the next door bedroom was actually on the approved list of animals that was allowed to travel by train. They thought it possibly wasn't.
Puck and Quinn's arrival in the dining car brought a few glances their way. "This seems to be our table," Puck said politely, loudly, as he noted the bedroom number and their names on the small 'reserved' cards. Puck was totally aware of the little old lady - who seemed to be informing all of her dinner companions about the young man who had propositioned her - and nodded to her. "Good evening," he called to her, she was seated a few tables away. "I hope the trip has been good for you so far, we haven't seen much of the scenery yet, have we?" he said, looking at Quinn and winking at her, even as she blushed.
"Oh, yes," the little old lady replied, taken by surprise that he'd asked, but good manners prevented her from ignoring his conversation. "Some of the views have been breathtaking," she said.
"I'll agree with that," Puck murmured, "that underwear from Paris, totally fucking breathtaking," he muttered under his breath. Quinn almost choked on her soup.
The four course meal was excellent, it was beautifully cooked, perfectly served and it tasted delicious. "It was worth the extra," Quinn sighed as she dabbed her mouth. "I'm glad we chose to take the longer route," she said and laid her napkin on the table beside her half finished dessert.
"Makes it a vacation within a vacation," Puck agreed, and yes, he also thought that travelling to LA this way made it so much more relaxing. "Bed, I think," he suggested as the waiter arrived at their table to clear away. "Thank you," Puck said to the guy as he stood to walk back to their cabin. Puck tucked a folded bill into the guy's hand, he would be serving them for the next few days, it didn't hurt to make sure the guy knew they appreciated good service. Puck had already done the same with the attendant who turned down the beds and kept the bedroom suites functioning properly, although that guy had pressed his thumb into Puck's palm as the discreet exchange of money took place. That perturbed Puck just a little, he had recognised almost immediately when he had boarded the train that the guy was interested in him, and if he batted for the other side he would have totally been flattered, but he didn't, Puck was one hundred per cent straight, totally hetero, absolutely in love with the ladies, and even he could hear the sleazy way that sounded inside his own head. "You know that steward guy came on to me, right?" he muttered to Quinn as they made their way back to their room.
"No way," Quinn cried, absolutely tickled to death that someone had confused Puck and his ultra macho ways with...well...with Kurt. Quinn giggled, not to herself, she flat out giggled out loud, she couldn't help it. "He really thought you might be gay?" she asked Puck, he scowled at her. "You don't look it," she assured him. "Really, you don't," she reassured when he still didn't speak. "His gaydar must be way off," she added for a little more reassurance and then spoiled it by breaking out into giggles again.
"It's not funny," Puck stated quite deliberately. Quinn struggled to hold back the giggles. Absolutely it was not funny. "Do I laugh when girls come on to you?" he asked Quinn, reminding her of the time in that pokey little club in New Haven, the one where they'd gone to dance the night away, the one where, when they'd arrived, Puck had stood out like a sore thumb as the token guy in the place. The one where, when Puck had taken a bathroom break, he'd returned to see Quinn in the middle of the dance floor, lip-locked with a dusky-skinned, tall, leggy woman. He'd watched with a watering mouth as, with one hand, the woman had cupped and teased Quinn's breast, watched as her other hand had cupped and squeezed Quinn's ass, watched as Quinn had responded to her, watched as, when Quinn pulled away slightly, she'd allowed the woman's lower lip to slip from between her own with a wet pop, watched as the woman retreated after Quinn suggested a threesome with Puck as the third person, as Puck's hands cupped her hips then slid up to cup her breasts and his dick had pressed into her ass. No, Puck hadn't laughed then, he'd been far too turned on to laugh.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes," Quinn cried, quite unable to hold back any longer. "Oh my God, there, right there, oh-h-h-h-h-h, ye-es," she wailed as Puck thrust harder and harder into her. "Yes, oh, yes," she groaned as her body began to shatter into a million pieces.
"Oh, baby," Puck groaned loudly, and at that precise moment, he didn't care one iota if everyone on the goddamn train heard them. "I'm coming," he growled, "ohhh," he sighed heavily as he ejaculated deep inside her. "Oh, baby, what you do to me," he muttered.
"Excuse me," the attendant called as he knocked fairly rapidly on the door. "Excuse me?" he tried again to get their attention. "Mr Puckerman? Ms Fabray?" he called and knocked again.
"Please, I heard screams, there's definitely something wrong in there," a female voice added. "I think he's killing her," she hissed, a hint of scandal, fear and excitement in her voice, this was so like the Agatha Christie novel that she was reading for the fifth or sixth time.
"I thought their names were the other way round," another female voice said ponderously.
Puck and Quinn both looked up as the door opened and three shocked faces took in the scene in front of them. "Don't you people know anything about privacy?" Puck demanded as none of them seemed to be able to make a move.
"Sir, I'm so sorry, sir," the attendant stuttered. He looked away and shut the door. "Excuse me, ladies," he muttered to the two ladies from the next cabin. "Oh, Lord, why are all the best ones straight?" he silently asked with a glance heavenwards.
"Shit," Quinn hissed into Puck's shoulder, they were both giggling, both on the verge of hysterical laughter. "Did you see her face?" she asked.
"Yeah," Puck snorted. "She looked like your mom when she caught us in the shower together, remember that?" he asked.
"Oh, God, another embarrassing moment in my life," Quinn sighed, her cheeks were still aflame. "Why is it that we always get caught at the most inopportune moment?" she asked, although she seriously did not expect an answer, especially not after she squeezed her internal muscles.
"Because it wouldn't be any fun for the catcher if it wasn't?" Puck answered her question with one of his own. "Ah, fuck it," he whispered and leaned down to kiss her tenderly and then with more passion. "I haven't seen you for almost two months, I'm nowhere near done yet," his voice rumbled across her skin, she shivered, he groaned and pressed his hips tight into her. "I'm still hard as fuck," he informed her, though he didn't need to, she could feel just how hard he was. Quinn squeezed her internal muscles again, and again, Puck felt them rippling over his rock hard dick. "Jeez, fuck...do that again," he demanded, his voice a husky groan. "And again," he hissed and then sucked in his breath. "You're going to kill me, you know that right?" he exclaimed. "And then you'll have to explain to my mom that you killed me with sex and you still wouldn't marry me," he teased and lifted his head a touch to see her face, see if she reacted the way she usually did when he mentioned marriage.
"Maybe if you asked me properly for once," Quinn suggested, "like down on one knee, ring, flowers, champagne, maybe I wouldn't say no," she said with the tiniest hint of a smile.
"Like this?" Puck asked, and acted immediately. He slid to the floor of the train, onto his knees beside the bed, he yanked his bag out from underneath the bunk and rifled around in it. "Thank fuck, I thought I'd lost it," he sighed with relief when he knelt upright. "Flowers, I don't have," he agreed, "but I'm sure we can get champagne if we call the attendant back," he said with confidence. "So?" he said with slightly less confidence than usual, and then he opened the white velvet ring box to present the unusual, unique, cushion cut diamond and platinum solitaire ring. "Will you marry me?" he asked and then gulped as he waited for her reply.
Quinn breathed heavily, nervously, her breasts heaved under the light sheet. She'd had a feeling that this was going to happen on this trip, she'd felt sure that Puck had been hinting about it, and if she thought about every conversation they'd had in the last couple of months since they'd booked this trip, she knew she'd remember all of those hints. Quinn gulped, she had always promised herself that she wouldn't say yes to him until the time was right, even though he'd asked before, quite a few times before. And this time, the time was...
"Yes," Quinn whispered her reply shyly. "Yes, I'll marry you," she said a little stronger, she giggled and held out her hand for Puck to place the beautiful ring on her finger. "I can't believe you did that naked," she giggled.
"I'm going to do a lot more, and still be naked," Puck groaned as he heaved himself back into the bed and onto Quinn. "We have some celebrating to do," he mumbled into her throat and began a delicious assault on her skin. Quinn trembled in response and loved every second of it, before she almost passed out when she climaxed again, loudly, uninhibitedly.
Puck hurriedly pulled on his clothes, he looked back at Quinn, she was still asleep, naked and asleep, she looked awesome with her blonde hair all tousled like that. As quietly as he could, Puck opened the door and slipped into the corridor. "Excuse me," he whisper-called to the attendant who was only a couple of feet away. "Could we have some champagne delivered, do you think?" he asked and stepped towards the man.
"Of course, sir," the attendant immediately answered. "For a special occasion?" he asked out of curiosity.
"She just agreed to marry me, finally," Puck replied and saw the surprise in the guys eyes, he'd forgotten that they'd pretended to have just met. "Do you think we could get some flowers too? Roses, possibly? Or lilies, they're her favourite," he inquired.
"I think that might be possible," the attendant replied as he thought about the various fresh bouquets that were on-board to decorate the train, he was sure he could cobble together something suitable, thank God for his aunt's insistence that he work his summer vacations in her flower shop. "I'll see to it straight away, sir. Will there be anything else?" he asked politely.
"Nothing I can think of at the moment," Puck replied with a thankful smile. "Thanks," he added before he turned and let himself back into the room. "Hey," he whispered, Quinn was stirring slightly in the rumpled bed. "How are you feeling?" he asked and crouched down beside the bed.
"Replete," Quinn answered and stretched. "Amazing," she added, her eyes were still closed but she was smiling, "loved," she finished, her voice lower, huskier. "Kiss me," she ordered, and tugged on Puck's shirt to pull his face to hers. "Mmmm," she moaned against his lips, even as her teeth nibbled his lusciously full lower lip. "I love you," she sighed into his mouth, and wondered how many details of their engagement would make it through for public consumption. "He proposed on the train," she could hear her own voice explain to her mom and her sister. She was certain that she wouldn't tell them the exact circumstances, Judy was convinced that the only time that Quinn had ever had sex, ever - she was still certain that the time she'd caught them in the shower together was an innocent attempt to save water, save the planet - was the time that Puck had been economical with the truth about protection. He certainly hadn't made that mistake ever again. Well, apart from one other time...and Quinn still had to tell him about that.
Puck answered the knock at the door and took receipt of the champagne and the flowers, he held them out to Quinn, offered them to her as he approached the bed again. Puck just loved the way the light danced on her skin, she glowed. "Your skin is just amazing," Puck whispered as he stroked his hand all the way down from her throat, it slid between her breasts, it passed over her faintly marked stomach, it slowly turned so that his fingers were pointing down to her feet, it pressed, just where her thighs met, with just a slight amount of pressure. Quinn allowed her thighs to part just a little. Puck pressed forwards, curved his fingers so that they slipped in between her thighs, touched her just exactly right. "You glow," he whispered in awe, "your skin, it's glowing," he told Quinn. Quinn blushed.
"There's a very good reason for that," Quinn murmured and stroked her hand up Puck's face, her other hand rested on his shoulder. Quinn paused and bit her lip for a second, now that it was time, she wasn't really sure how to say it. "Remember the trip to New York a couple of months ago?" she asked nervously.
"New York?" Puck repeated and thought back to the last time he'd seen her, the last time they'd been together, just after he'd returned from Europe, just before he was temporarily seconded to the Boeing training program in Charleston, South Carolina. Puck thought about that dark, dingy little club, the club where he'd begged her to remove her underwear, the club where he'd covertly stuffed her panties in his pocket, the club where, under cover of darkness, he had brought her to almost screaming fulfillment with his fingers alone, as they stood in the audience and watched Santana perform some of the sexiest, sultriest, blues she'd ever sung. "Oh, yeah, that club, right?" he murmured in a slightly sleazy tone, his Puckasaurus-ness was written all over his face.
"No," Quinn replied and swatted his shoulder. "Not the club, remember the hotel room? That gorgeous room overlooking Central Park?" she asked. Puck nodded. "And remember the one thing you forgot to bring?" she added.
"Condoms," Puck grumbled after a moment's pause to cast his mind back. Puck pouted, he'd always hated using those, he avoided it whenever possible - they could both attest to that - but Quinn'd had to have the implant removed because it was causing her a few medical issues and had started taking birth control pills again. Even before he'd picked her up in New Haven, Quinn had advised him to buy some condoms, just to make doubly sure they were safe, because she wasn't all that trusting of a pill that she had to remember to take at the same time every day, she herself would admit, there were some days she forgot.
"And the first couple of times, we used them and then we went in the shower and we didn't use them," Quinn reminded Puck, he gave her a slow, lazy, half-smile, oh yeah, he remembered the shower alright, it was an amazing piece of plumbing genius. "And, my birth control failed," she added and then held her breath until he caught up.
Puck continued to smile at Quinn, his fingers traced soft, slow circles on her stomach, dipping low to brush over her seriously sensitive lady parts. A sudden look of horror struck him. "Wait, what?" he asked with a nervous gulp.
"My birth control failed," Quinn repeated quietly.
"Failed as in it didn't work?" Puck asked, he needed things spelled out to him. Quinn nodded. "And if it didn't work, it didn't control any birth, right?" he asked, Quinn could see the pulse in his throat beating like a jack hammer. Puck paused again to clear his mind. "You're pregnant?" he hissed, he didn't sound horrified, but he didn't exactly sound thrilled either.
"Yes," Quinn answered in a tiny voice. She really wasn't sure what Puck's reaction was going to be, they'd never really discussed it, that was one of the subjects that they were putting off till after she'd finished college.
"It's mine, right?" Puck asked. "I mean, you weren't in the hot tub with another guy were you?" he asked with the hint of a grin and then swooped down to kiss Quinn senseless. "Gotcha," he murmured against her lips, she looked a little hurt by his questions. "Seriously? We're pregnant?" he asked with an excited grin. Quinn nodded nervously. "Oh my God," he sighed and hugged Quinn so close, he scooted down to lay with her. "My mom is going to be so excited," he told her with a grin.
"My mom isn't," Quinn murmured, "she still thinks the only time we ever had sex was when we made Beth, she's just not comfortable in thinking that her sweet baby daughter is a grown woman," she explained.
"A fucking awesome woman," Puck corrected. "Jeez," he suddenly hissed as he realised how energetic they'd been, how adventurous they'd been, especially against the window when they were travelling through that remote little town. "We won't have hurt it, will we?" he asked nervously.
"No, of course not," Quinn laughed, she felt quite relaxed now. Puck wasn't freaking out like she'd thought he might, she had debated the sense of telling him in this confined space, when he was in effect, a captive audience, but he seemed quite pleased.
"And we can still do it?" Puck asked, he needed to be sure on that point, because Quinn had been quite adamant when she was pregnant with Beth that they couldn't have sex again because he might poke the baby's eye out with his dick.
"Didn't you ever listen in biology class?" Quinn asked, slightly exasperated, she rolled her eyes. "You certainly never listened to Dr Wu during any of our appointments," she muttered, this was absolute proof that he hadn't. "Dr Wu told you on every visit that we could continue with normal relations," she explained.
"That's what she meant? Sex? Crap, I thought it meant we could continue to live with relatives like my mom," Puck grumbled. "So I missed out because I didn't get what she was saying?" he pouted. Quinn nodded. "And you knew that?" he demanded, again, Quinn nodded. "That's so not fair," he sighed. "But I get it now, it means we can have sex, right?" he asked to make sure, and once again, Quinn nodded. "And you're how much pregnant?" he asked with a slide of his hand over her flat stomach.
"Nine weeks," Quinn answered.
Puck counted back in his head. "But I was in Paris nine weeks ago," he stated a little coldly, his hand stilled its soothing movement. "So how does that work?" he asked, and looked at Quinn, he couldn't imagine for one moment that she would cheat on him, but...
Quinn sighed and reached for her bag, for the literature from the OB. "See?" she asked and pointed to the relevant information. "Your pregnancy is calculated from the first day of your last menstrual period," she read, her finger tracked the words. "I had my period just before you got back from Europe," she explained quietly yet firmly, "so that's the date they count from, which, as we know, adds two weeks on from when we know it was possible that we conceived," she said and looked into Puck's eyes. Quinn felt as though she was being drawn into his beautiful hazel gaze, she almost forgot to breathe. "I would never cheat on you," she insisted breathlessly, "I could never do that to you," she sighed.
"You did to Finn," Puck reminded her silkily.
"Yes, with you," Quinn replied and fluttered her eyelashes at Puck.
"And you did to Sam," Puck added with a flirty little hint to his voice.
"Yes, again, with you and I even pretended that it was with Finn to throw Santana off the scent," Quinn sighed. "But I've never cheated on you, not ever," she insisted. "You're the only guy I've ever really been honest with, the only guy I've ever been true to," she whispered. "My baby daddy," she added and slid over Puck so that they were touching in every conceivable way.
"So we're really doing this?" Puck asked and stroked his hands up over Quinn's back, even as his body reacted to the feel of Quinn's body draped over him.
"Doing what?" Quinn asked, her voice very Marilyn Monroe-esque. "Having sex?" she whispered into his ear and then stroked the outer shell with her tongue, Puck shivered.
"No," Puck groaned, "getting married, being a family," he sighed and rocked his hips up into her, into her warmth, her heat.
"Yes, we're really doing it," Quinn replied and pushed up against Puck's chest, she rolled her hips into his, an answering move to his upward thrust. "Oh, there, right there," she hissed, her voice high, excited as Puck's dick touched her exactly where she wanted it to, needed it to, deep, deep inside her.
"I love doing it with you," Puck groaned and pressed himself even deeper inside her. "I love you," he mumbled into Quinn's chest.
"I love you too," Quinn cried as quietly as she possibly could, despite her body being on the verge of exploding. They both exploded together and they weren't too quiet about it, and they didn't care, either. Actually, the attendant quite enjoyed it too.
"Are you sure you don't want me to bring you anything for breakfast?" Puck asked. Quinn was hunched over the toilet bowl, trying her best not to cry as every dry heave felt like her stomach was turning inside out.
"Can you bring me some dry toast, please?" Quinn asked with a sniff, she turned her sad, tear-filled eyes on Puck, an immediate wash of guilt descended on him.
"Baby, I'm sorry you feel so crappy, but that part must nearly be over, right?" Puck asked with a bright cheerfulness that Quinn just wasn't ready to feel.
"Define 'nearly'," Quinn muttered and turned back to the toilet to heave up nothing once more. "Toast," she demanded without lifting her head again. If she was going to be sick, she'd rather be sick with something to come up than this horrible sensation, all the discomfort, the feeling of being sick, the feeling of strained muscles afterwards, but all for nothing.
Puck left the cabin and hurried to the dinning car. "Excuse me," he said quietly to the waiter who had served them the night before. "My fiancee is feeling a little under the weather," he whispered to the guy, aware that the little old lady from next door was listening intently. "Morning sickness," he expanded when he saw the glint of 'so what?' in the guy's eyes, the look changed immediately. "Could I possibly get some dry toast to take to her, to help calm her stomach?" he asked.
"Of course, sir," the waiter replied with an indulgent smile. "Just one moment, I'll make some fresh," he offered.
"No, no, if this is cold and crunchy, she'll like it better," Puck said, indicating the rack of toast that was ready on their assigned table. "May I take this?" he asked.
"Of course," the waiter said with a nod. "Would you like the rest of your breakfast served in your cabin?" he asked.
Puck thought for a second, he remembered the effect of certain smells on Quinn's sensitive stomach before. "Probably be better not to," he answered slowly. "We'll come through when she feels a little more settled," he said with a firm nod.
"Brunch is served mid-morning, if your fiancee is feeling up to it by then," the waiter advised. Puck gave an acknowledging nod and left the dining car with a covered plate of cold, crunchy toast for Quinn. "Lordy, lordy, lordy, I bet Liam is just beside himself that the lady's nabbed that fine piece of ass," he thought as he stared longingly after Puck's buttocks.
"Here you go," Puck sighed as he entered the cabin, "crunchy toast," he explained with the plate held out.
"Thank you," Quinn sniffed and took a half slice. "Did you call your mom yet?" she asked as she nibbled gratefully on the only thing that would settle her unsettled stomach.
"Nope, I wanted to wait till we hit LA, call her on a land line, I don't want to be talking and then the train go through a tunnel and lose reception," Puck answered with a satisfied sigh. "We're going to brunch later, once you feel up to it," he added as he sat down on the seat - it had been the bed but now it was back in its daytime position as the seat.
"I'll look forward to that, I'm usually ready to eat by ten, ten thirty," Quinn replied, and then curled up with her head on Puck's lap, his hand automatically rested on her shoulder and stroked. "I'm glad I'm not the only person who knows anymore," she mumbled. "I was worried about telling you," she admitted.
"Worried? Why?" Puck asked, confused, his hand continued to gently stroke Quinn's shoulder.
"Because we never discussed this, we never talked about having kids," Quinn replied quite honestly. They never had talked about it, they had never really made firm plans for the future, it was like they were frightened to set something in stone in case that made it all go wrong. "We talked about possibly getting married one day, even a little about the sort of wedding we might have, sure, but we've never actually talked about having kids," she expanded on her initial statement.
"I just always thought that we would," Puck murmured back, his hand stilled for a second, it was warm and comforting for Quinn. "We already made one perfect baby, bet you anything you like that this one will be another," he teased slightly, reminded Quinn of a time years ago, when they had been making out on her bed, a time when Puck had come to his senses before she had.
"So you're not mad at me?" Quinn asked quietly.
"No, I'm not mad at you," Puck replied with a smile on his face and in his voice. "Why would I be mad at you?" he asked. "It takes two, you know," he teased again with a little nudge of his hip. "At least, I think that's what they taught us in biology," he added and snickered a little. "It's exciting," he said, he'd suddenly decided that it was, this creation of new life and the endless possibilities that it put before them. "Maybe this one will be a boy, maybe it will look like me instead of being your double," he said with a slight touch of wistfulness. "And I think, the second we get to our hotel in LA, we should set up a conference call with our moms, our dads, our sisters, Jake and our grandparents, and tell them all at the same time, what do you say?" he suggested.
"I think that that is a brilliant idea Senior Airman Puckerman," Quinn replied and stretched up to kiss him. Quinn pushed up onto her knees and lengthened the kiss, blindly she turned herself and sat astride Puck's lap, their lips stayed locked together. Quinn rocked herself on Puck's rapidly firming groin, found herself the best spot, the one that would give her the most pleasure. Puck's hands spread as wide as they could over Quinn's back, covered as much of her as possible. Neither noticed the train slowing down as Quinn leaned back enough to pull off her top. Neither noticed the train had stopped when Puck lifted his hips enough to push down his pants, nor when Quinn made a move to relieve herself of her panties, not even when Puck slammed home and they paused for a second to absorb the wonderful feeling.
Puck suckled on Quinn's neck, on the tender part that joined her shoulder, she rocked and rocked, she squeezed her muscles, the way she shuddered almost brought Puck to tears, he felt every single tremor through every single nerve in his body. He groaned as Quinn rocked into him again, took him even deeper inside herself. "Oh-h-h-h," he moaned, he could feel his balls tightening, he knew that spelled the end for him. "Quinn, baby, I'm coming," he hissed into her throat.
"Me too," Quinn barely managed to groan, she couldn't believe how quick that had been, it felt like the earth had stopped moving and every molecule in the universe had centered on the two of them, ready to implode before the world could spin again. "Argh," she screamed, and leaned back over Puck's arms that were still around her back. The sun shone on her face, it felt wonderful, as though she was being kissed by fairy dust. Quinn smiled and opened her eyes, she turned her head slightly to look out of the window...straight into the mesmerised eyes of an entranced power company worker, who was half-way up a pole, but stuck, staring into the window of the stationery train, into the cabin room of a couple who were enjoying the solitude that the cabin afforded them. "Shit," she hissed and thrust upright into Puck's embrace.
"What?" Puck asked a second later when he had enough breath.
"Train's stopped," Quinn mumbled into his neck, she still hadn't moved, as if the guy couldn't see them now that she couldn't see him. "Is he still there?" she asked and lifted her burning hot face away from Puck, enough to look into his eyes.
"Who?" Puck asked and automatically looked out of the window. "Crap," he murmured without moving his lips. Puck immediately grinned cheekily at the guy and waved, which made the man look away, embarrassed at being caught staring. "Least he got a bit of a show," he murmured to Quinn. "Look at it this way, you're never going to see that guy again, he's never going to know who we are, and I'd bet my ass he's seen plenty of sights worse than us sharing a little love," he assured her. Quinn nodded, but kept herself tightly locked with Puck until the train began to move again, then she dove off him, nearly snapping his dick off at the root. Firstly she pulled the blind and then she scurried into the bathroom to clean up before brunch.
"Well, I'm starving," Quinn announced when she was freshened up and ready to meet the world. "And next time, can we pull the blind before we lose our pants?" she asked with a grin as she allowed the blind to roll back up, letting daylight flood the small compartment once more.
"Hi, mom, we're here, in LA, safe and sound," Quinn cried when Judy answered the phone. "Oh, yes, it was a wonderful way to travel, it was so relaxing, well worth it," she answered Judy's question of how was the journey and exchanged the usual health and well being inquiries. "Anyway, mom, we've set up a conference call," she began again, to focus on the subject that she and Puck wanted to discuss with the family.
"With whom?" Judy asked, curious as to why Quinn would do that without warning her.
"With you, dad, Frannie, granny," Quinn replied as she listed her family members.
"And my family," Puck added. "Hi, Judy," he tacked on the end, remembering that he hadn't greeted her.
"Hello, Noah, how are you?" Judy asked politely, the genuine affection she felt for the man who loved her daughter was evident.
"I'm fine thanks, Judy," Puck replied. "Anyway, you're the last one to join us, is everybody doing ok?" he asked and took Quinn's hand, he was glad that they were on speaker.
"We're fine," Russell Fabray said in a rather moody manner, he had never quite tolerated the man who had ruined his daughter's life, even if everyone else in the family fawned all over him.
"Hey, Quinnie," Frannie called. "Are you going to tell us..." she began before Quinn shushed her.
"Frannie, stop fishing, you'll all find out in a moment," Quinn told her sister. "Now, are you all ready, granny? Are you ready?" she asked.
"Yes, Quinn dear, I'm ready," Quinn's granny replied.
"Ok, so on the journey here," Quinn said, her smile was wide, all over her face, she could barely look at Puck, she was entranced by her beautiful ring. "On the journey, Puck asked me to marry him and I said yes," she announced happily. Puck raised his eyebrow and glanced at her stomach, Quinn blushed.
"Wait, what?" Russell cried over the sound of cheers that erupted from everyone else. "He never asked me for permission," he spluttered, clearly outraged.
"Oh quit your griping," Quinn's granny muttered, she'd never had much time for Russell Fabray, even less since her daughter had divorced the pompous ass. "Quinn, darling, congratulations, you too, Noah, now when is the baby due?" she asked with a cheeky little giggle.
"Mother," Judy gasped, absolutely dumbfounded that her mother could be so rude. Puck and Quinn glanced at each other and smiled but didn't say anything. "See," Judy said with a certain amount of pride that her daughter would not get caught out that way, not a second time, she'd learned her lesson well.
"Well, actually," Puck started to say before his mom and his nana both cried out.
"I told you," Ruth Puckerman called gleefully. "I told you, Hannah, didn't I tell you?" she asked, bringing Puck's sister into the conversation - they were also on speaker together. "I just knew it, mother, didn't I say last week at temple? Didn't I say it wouldn't be long till we had a wedding? Oh, Noah, Quinn, I'm so pleased for you," she sighed, and she was, she was genuinely thrilled, pleased that her son was finally getting what he'd been dreaming of for years and years. "Congratulations, both of you," she added with a sniff, she was very close to tears.
"Thanks mom," Puck said quietly and leaned over to kiss Quinn.
"Hey, you're really making me a grandpa?" Puck's dad asked, slightly bemused with the weird conversation, he hadn't really listened to all of it.
"Yep, we are," Quinn answered, her lips were still against Puck's.
"Cool, I'm going to be an aunt and a sister-in-law," Hannah sighed. "Can I be a bridesmaid?" she asked.
"Yes, I want you and Frannie, I want you to be my maid of honour," Quinn replied, quick as a flash. She'd known for years exactly how she wanted her wedding party to look, who it would comprise of. Hannah and Frannie would be in matching colours, their dresses didn't need to match exactly, but she wanted the colours to be the same. She wanted all of the glee girls to form the bulk of her bridesmaids, and she wanted them in a different colour to Frannie and Hannah, a colour that would coordinate. If she was extra lucky and they could convince Rachel to ask, maybe Shelby would relent and allow Beth to be part of their celebrations. Quinn described her perfect day scenario, all the ladies melted.
"Oh-h," Judy sighed. "That sounds so lovely," she said with a barely held in sniff of emotion. She was really happy that her daughter was finally going to marry the man she had fallen in love with when she was an impressionable teenager. "But I cannot believe that you have put the cart before the horse again," she exclaimed, slightly less outrage in her voice, more hurt than outrage.
Quinn looked at Puck and rolled her eyes. "Mom, I know you don't like to think about it, I know you ignore it, but the fact is, Puck and I have had a physical relationship, on and off, for about seven years, exclusively in the last couple of years," Quinn explained, totally aware that Hannah was making retching sounds.
"Quinn, I really don't need to hear that about my brother," Hannah cried.
"Me either," Jake called. "Can I tell the guys?" he asked.
"Or about my daughter," Russell grumbled.
"Jeez, relax," Puck sighed. "We're well over the age of consent, we don't need anyone's permission," he muttered, and then glanced at Quinn to see the humour in her eyes. "Ok, maybe the first time was a bit close to the mark," he whispered, because Quinn hadn't actually reached her sixteenth birthday when Puck had sweet talked her out of her regulation red panties and her Cheerios uniform for the very first time...and the second and third time too. And if Quinn was going to finally admit the truth, she might as well admit that the reason no one could find her to blow out the candles on her birthday cake at her sweet sixteen party, was because she was hiding in the basement of the church hall with Puck, they didn't get naked, but they managed well enough. And even though Puck had remembered to use a condom that time, it hadn't particularly mattered, Beth had already been a fact, even if no one had been aware of her. "I'd rather you didn't tell anyone, Jake, we plan to tell everyone tomorrow, after Rachel's premiere," he explained.
"Well, Marley's here, she heard," Jake said, sounding slightly apologetic.
"Hey, Marley, how are you?" Quinn called. "So did you finally decide on your audition piece?" she asked.
"So when is the wedding going to be?" Judy asked, taking control of the conversation and guiding it back to the main subject before Marley could answer. "Are you planning to do it before the birth?"
"I don't know, we haven't talked about it yet, we haven't made any decisions," Quinn replied and shrugged at Puck. "I think probably after," she decided suddenly. "I mean, I don't want to rush it, I want to enjoy every second, make plans, choose a dress, choose the colours, and if we rush to do it now, I won't have the time to enjoy being pregnant, and I want to enjoy all of it this time, even the yacky stuff, because last time, everything was messed up and hidden and...I've lost my train of thought, what was I saying?" she asked, she looked at Puck, he was grinning at her.
"Really?" Puck asked quietly, Quinn shook her head, she had another plan in mind, but she wasn't going to tell him about it when the whole family were listening in. "So, anyway, that's our news, oh, and I almost forgot, I got another promotion, I am now Senior Airman Puckerman," he announced proudly, he hadn't forgotten at all, he'd just been waiting for the right time to tell everyone, he'd thought it might offset any recriminations that might follow the revelation of the future Baby Puckerman.
"That was an easier call than I thought it would be," Quinn murmured as she cuddled up close to Puck's side.
"Yeah, even your dad was better behaved than I thought he was going to be," Puck agreed. "So are you going to tell me your actual plan?" he asked.
"Not yet," Quinn replied with a grin and trailed her hand over his ripped stomach. "We aren't meeting with Rachel till tomorrow morning, and the others aren't due in till tomorrow afternoon either," she murmured, her eyes, the way she bit her lip, the smile she tried to hide, it was pure sex on legs, Puck groaned as his body reacted to her. "Is that for me?" Quinn asked with feigned innocence, her eyebrows raised as usual. Quinn trailed her hand down from the abs that she loved, adored, to the hard ridge in his pants.
"Always," Puck replied and hauled Quinn over him, to lie on him. "Only for you," he vowed and kissed her deeply, endlessly. Neither Quinn nor Puck even noticed the time passing, they were otherwise occupied, totally focused on each other...for the whole night.
...to be continued...