She had been living at his house for a couple of days. It was awkward. They were sixteen and in a huge mess. He wanted to make everything right between them, but she had made it clear that he wasn't what she wanted. She wanted to do everything on her own. He wasn't going to be in the picture even though he had told her he wanted to be from the very beginning. He had been shocked when she had come knocking on his door that night. They had parted from the Sectional's competition with her telling him she had found a place to stay. He figured she was going to live with Santana or another Cheerio. That didn't end up happening.

He had been in his room playing the guitar. He was strumming the same three chords really when he heard a knock on the door. It was almost ten thirty at night so it wasn't like the Puckerman family were expecting any visitors. Puck's sister, Hannah, was already sleeping and his mom was in her bedroom reading a book or doing one of her crossword puzzles. She yelled at him from the next room, "Noah, get that will you?"

He wasn't in any mood to be getting up from anywhere. He had lost his best friend that day and his only shining light was that Quinn might want him now. Nope, she didn't. He wasn't that special. That baby was never going to be his. She had made it perfectly clear earlier that day. Puck didn't want to wake his sister though, as he feared his mom had, so he walked into her room. "Why can't you?"

She looked up at him from her book. She was laying in bed. "And what if it's some rapist or freak Noah? He'll snap my neck in a second. You're the man of the house, aren't you?"

Puck sighed. He didn't want to be. He was too young to be the man of anything. He was also too young to be having a daughter but that was happening. There was another knock at the door and Mrs. Puckerman gave her son a dirty look that signalled he should answer it immediately. "It's probably for you anyways," She stated, "That Mexican girl. Just keep it down and have her out of here by the morning."

Puck was about to tell his mother that Santana was Puerto Rican and not Mexican but decided against it. There was no point. He made his way downstairs reluctantly and opened the door. To his surprise it wasn't some creep, or Santana, or another girl that wanted to hook up, or even some door to door salesman. It was a blonde girl. A pregnant blonde girl. A pregnant blonde girl who by the looks of it had been crying recently.

Puck was too surprised to say anything. He was fully expecting Quinn to ignore him for the rest of her life.

She spoke when she realized he wasn't going to invite her in immediately. "I don't have anywhere else to go."

Puck shook his head. "You said-"

"I know," She interrupted, "I thought my sister would take me in but she said she didn't want to take any sides until she talked to my parents."

Puck leaned against the doorway. If he was thinking clearly he would be inviting Quinn in from the cold darkness outside but he was still too shocked to have his head on straight. "She wouldn't even let you stay the night?"

Quinn shook her head. "And then Santana said her parents wouldn't allow it without even asking them. I can't stay at Finn's anymore. Brittany's grandparents are in town for a week so there's no room there right now."

Puck nodded. He understood clearly why Finn wasn't an option but he couldn't believe Santana wouldn't even ask her parents if Quinn could stay with them. Santana's house had plenty of room for her. He thought it might have something to do with jealousy. At least Brittany had a real excuse.

Quinn started to worry after he was still not inviting her inside or even saying anything. "I don't have to stay here if it's a problem. I just thought-"

"No," Puck cut her off, "You can. I'm sorry. Come in. Just be quiet. My sister's asleep but my mom's still awake."

Puck moved sideways to allow Quinn to enter. She only had a purse with her. He closed the door after she entered. She turned around after taking a few steps in not knowing where to go anymore. "Does your mom know?"

Puck shook his head. "Until today it wasn't mine." He hadn't wanted to tell his mother something so drastic that would upset her greatly if he wasn't sure Quinn would ever admit to the truth. He had thought she would end up having the baby, give her up for adoption, and go back to her life before the whole mess, never having to involve the real father in any way.

Quinn nodded her head, reminded once again of her horrible sin. She wanted to start crying again. How could she have made so many mistakes? Why had she been so stupid?

Puck's mind started working clearer and he asked her, "Have you had anything to eat since lunch?"

Quinn shook her head. "I was busy trying to find somewhere to sleep." She placed her hands on her stomach, and rubbed it as if the hunger was paining her.

"You're hungry," He noted, "Which means she's hungry too. Come, I'll get you something to eat."

Quinn followed Puck's lead as he led her straight into the kitchen. It was small, and much dirtier than her kitchen had been at home, but she was in no position to be picky. He opened up the fridge looking for something for her to eat. Quinn shifted back and forth. "It's not like I'm careless with her. I just… I thought it was more important to find a place to stay and go a few hours without food."

"Whatever." He pulled out two tupperware containers. "Some vegetarian lasagna crap or chicken. Take your pick."

Quinn pointed to the chicken, desperate to have some meat. The cravings were particularly strong now. Puck took the container and placed it in the microwave to heat up. He turned around to lean on the counter as it did.

"You can sleep in my room tonight but tomorrow morning don't get out until I wake up okay? And don't make a lot of noise. I'll need to tell my mom about this. Then you can stay here."

Quinn was standing awkwardly in the middle of the kitchen, not knowing if she was allowed to sit or to lean against anything. It wasn't very comfortable getting used to a completely new place after finally getting accustomed to the Hudson household. "Will she let me?"

Puck nodded. "Once I tell her about your asshole parents."

Quinn closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She didn't like to be reminded of that night her parents had kicked her out. Especially her father yelling at her. Screaming that she was a disappointment. Especially her mother not saying a word. As if she didn't care.

The microwave started beeping and Puck quickly took the food out. He went into one of the drawers, pulled out a fork and knife, and handed it all to Quinn. "Let's go eat in my room. I don't want my mom coming down."

Quinn nodded. She followed Puck back down to the main hallway with the staircase. She was nervous to go to his room. With Finn she had been in his bedroom tons of times and it had seemed natural. Being alone with Puck in his room was a scarier thought. Especially since she remembered their history in bedrooms and knew he did too. He opened the first door and moved to let her in first. She walked in and saw the guitar, the desk with a million papers sprawled on top of it, a laptop, lots of posters of rock stars, and a bed. Quinn didn't know where to move.

"You can sit on my bed," He told her, "Just try not to spill anything. My mom yelled at me for two days straight when I got pasta sauce on my sheets."

Quinn sat down and began digging into the meal. She had been starving for hours. Puck laid on his back on the other side of the bed. She was uncomfortable being so close to him, especially on a bed. She tried to subtly edge nearer to the opposite side. He pretended not to notice. Girls usually weren't so repelled by him. "Do you any stuff?"

Quinn took another bite of chicken and nodded, not looking back at him. "In my car. Finn had put everything in boxes and left it outside for me."

Puck rolled his eyes. "What, so anyone could walk up and steal it? Class act."

Quinn put her fork down and laid a hand on her baby bump. "Don't act like I don't deserve it."

Puck realized it was too soon to start insulting Finn. He probably had to wait for more time to pass. He waited for Quinn to take a few more bites of her meal. "Do you want to borrow something to wear tonight?"

Quinn looked back at him. She didn't look pleased. "What? A G-string one of your sluts forgot to take home?"

Puck didn't know where she got that idea. He shook his head quickly. "I didn't mean that. A T-shirt. Mine will be big on you so you'll be covered."

Quinn sighed and relented. "Okay. Thank you. Oversized T-shirts are really all that fit me right now in pyjamas. Finn obviously didn't include any of his in the boxes."

Puck got up and walked to his dresser. He opened a drawer and pulled out a red shirt that was on top of the pile. He passed it to her and she accepted it. He went back to laying on the bed while she continued eating. She quickly finished and turned around. "Where do I change?" She whispered. She didn't want Puck getting any images of her like that into his brain. Especially if it was seeming they'd be sharing a bed that night instead of him offering to sleep on the couch like Finn had the first night. And the second night. And the third.

Puck shrugged. "If you go to the washroom my mom will hear. She has ears like a bat. So I guess here."

Quinn bit her lip. She was afraid of that. She looked at Puck in the eye so he would know she was serious. "Turn around."

He smirked. She had to be kidding. He knocked her up. He knew what went on underneath the dresses and cardigans. "Nothing I haven't seen-"

"Turn around." She interrupted, speaking more forcefully. He complied and rolled over so he was laying on his stomach. He tried to keep his mind off of what was happening but it was hard. Very hard.

"You can turn over." Quinn said after a moment. Puck did so and was amazed. There she was, like he had always known her, but now she was in his shirt with nothing else on and… well it was hot. She had folded her clothes she had been wearing and placed them on top of the dresser. Man, she might be pregnant but Quinn Fabray still had legs. Damn. But then a second thought appeared in his mind. She had alluded to the fact that Finn had seen her like this in his T-Shirt. That brought his testosterone down a tad.

"I'm tired," She announced, "It's been a long day."

Puck hoped she wouldn't bitch about sharing a bed. He sure wasn't going to sit on the couch downstairs that killed his back that one time he had fallen asleep watching Pearl Harbour. He motioned to the side of the bed beside him and separated his two pillows so they had one each. "Then turn off the light and go to bed."

She was obviously not liking the fact that they were going to be sleeping so close together. She didn't one bit. However, Quinn didn't want to put up a fuss. She had been through enough drama throughout the day and the bed situation didn't deem worthy enough to fight over. She walked over to the light switch, turned it off, and shuffled over to the bed. She climbed in and pulled the covers over top of her. Puck went under the covers as well. He laid on his back with his eyes on the ceiling thinking it was his best bet at not getting yelled at. If he turned to her she might scold him for trying to be close. If he turned away she might say he was being too cold to her.

Quinn had turned on her side away from Puck. She didn't want him to get any ideas whatsoever. The blanket smelled like cologne. She recognized it as the one he had been wearing the day they had sex. Quinn figured it must have been what he wore whenever he hooked up with a girl. That made her upset. She wasn't anything special. Not even to him. She was just another girl. She was just another screw up to her parents. She was just another girl who had fallen off the top to all of the students at school. She was nothing. All she had was a baby growing inside of her that she knew she couldn't even keep and a ruined reputation. Now she was in a house she knew was going to make her uncomfortable. She couldn't help it when the tears started pouring down.

He heard her sniffle and knew she was crying. He wanted to turn over and wrap his arms around her to make her feel better. He couldn't. He knew that would definitely get him yelled at. Still, it hurt to know she was crying beside him and there was nothing he could do to make it better. So he did nothing. He closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep as quickly as possible to avoid hearing anything or thinking anymore.

She woke up first. It was eight o' clock and luckily a Saturday. She had woken up on her back which wasn't a comfortable position. She looked over to Puck. He was still asleep, and sleeping on the side facing her. She didn't want to wake him. She didn't really want to talk to him at all. She had made a big speech about doing things on her own and she couldn't even be independent for a day. It was embarrassing. However, she had to pee. Pregnancy did drastic things to one's bladder.

Quinn lightly shook Puck's shoulder. "Puck," She whispered, "Wake up."

He groaned and shook her hand off of him. She sighed and shook him a little bit harder. "Wake up." She told him a bit harder. He drearily opened up his eyes and saw Quinn looking down upon him as she was sitting up on the bed. "What is it?" He managed to stumble up.

"I have to go to the washroom."

He was still half asleep so he didn't remember certain details. "Then go."

She sighed and shook him again so that he was fully awake. "I don't know where it is, and yesterday you made it pretty clear I wasn't allowed out of this room in case your mom saw me."

He was more awake then and nodded his head. He stood up, in the wife beater and sweat pants he had fallen asleep in and motioned for her to stay in the bed. He opened the door and checked to see if anyone was around. He turned back around. "It's clear. Bathroom is second door across. I'm going to go find my mom."

"And tell her?" Quinn asked nervously. She wished Puck's mom could know her and like her before she got preconceived notions of her. She understood though that she needed to know immediately. Especially if Quinn was going to be living under her roof… hopefully.

"I guess so." He was scared to tell his mom. She already thought he was a disappointment. This news wouldn't help matters any bit.

Quinn walked across the hallway whereas Puck walked down the stairs to find his mother in the kitchen. However he only made it a few steps down the stairs before he saw of feet in front of him. He looked up and saw his mother staring at him, red in the face, clearly angry. "I heard a girl in there. I told you to have her gone last night!"

Puck motioned for his mom to walk down the stairs with him. She was reluctant, still mad, but she did so. When they were in the kitchen, and he had made sure his sister who was in the living room had the volume on the TV loud enough so she couldn't overhear he told his mom, "This girl is different than the others."

Mrs. Puckerman rolled her eyes. "I don't care Noah if she's your girlfriend. You can't have her staying the night while your under my roof."

Puck didn't want to continue on with the conversation. He had to, but this was the point where he was more scared than ever before. He was about to tell his mom devastating news that would reconfirm her beliefs that he was worthless. He was just like his dad. He took a deep breath, looked up from his shoes so he could tell it to his mom's face and said, "I got her pregnant mom."

There. He said it. He couldn't take it back. Now she knew. He knew that she had heard him. Her eyes had grown wide at his revelation. She took a step back from him. He told himself that it was due to the shame.

"No Noah," She told him, "If it was last night you can't know for sure yet. Do you want me to go pick up the morning after pill for her?"

Puck knew his mom was trying to convince herself the news wasn't true. She couldn't possibly think he was making an assertion when he hadn't even seen a pregnancy test. This was desperation. He shook his head and took a step forward, closing in the space that his mother had created previously. "She's four months pregnant mom. And… well she needs to start living here."

Mrs. Puckerman put her hand on her forehead and tried to say something but the words weren't coming out of her mouth. She sat down on a chair and wrapped her head in her hands. She looked up after a moment. "Why? Why does she need to stay here?"

"Her parents kicked her out when they found out and the people she was living with after kicked her out yesterday. She doesn't have anywhere else."

Mrs. Puckerman looked down at the floor. "How could you do this Noah? I've talked to you about this. I've been putting condoms in the bathroom since you were twelve."

Puck shrugged his shoulders. He could see the disappointment in his mother's face. "I didn't think it was going to happen. She called me and thought we were just going to hang out. I'm… I'm sorry mom."

She shook her head and then wiped a tear that was falling down her face. Her son had just told her that he had thrown his life away. It wasn't an easy thing to take in. "Why did those other people kick her out?"

He had hoped she wouldn't ask this. He sure as hell wasn't going to tell his mom that he had hooked up with Finn's girlfriend and then let her lie about it all for months. He tried to think of a better way of putting it quickly. "She… well she told them I was the father and they didn't like that very much."

Mrs. Puckerman looked up to the ceiling and sighed. Even other people realized what a screw up her son was. She wanted to hit something. Him, hitting him would be nice. Or her deadbeat ex husband who could have taught their son a lesson or two if he had bothered to stay around. "Fine," She replied, "She can stay here. But you explain the house rules to her and there will be no more of the trouble that started this mess while she's living under my roof. No sex, or anything like that. You got it?"

Puck nodded. He was about to walk back upstairs when he turned around and asked, "Do you want to meet her?"

"Do I have to?"

Puck looked at her strange. He didn't understand why his mom would think that she didn't need to meet the girl that was going to be living with the family now. He furrowed her eyebrows and she frowned. "Fine. I guess I have to. Bring her down in a half an hour. I have to cry right now."

Puck nodded, knowing that was going to be the best he would get. He wished his mother would be more supportive or understanding of the situation but it wasn't like any of it was surprising him. His mother wasn't ever the most warm or comforting parent. He blamed his dad for that.

When Puck came back upstairs he found Quinn on her cell phone. "Yeah, I found a place to stay." He heard her say. She was sitting on his bed and he stood by the closed door as he waited for her to finish.

"With the father."

She looked at him after she said that. He smiled. At least now she was at least admitting to the fact that he was the kid's dad. Not stupid Finn.

"I don't know."

Another silence.

"I don't know Fiona. He hasn't told me yet."

More silence as Puck twiddled his thumbs. Knowing they were probably talking about him but not knowing what about.

"Well it's better than what you offered. I have to go. He's here."

Puck noticed she was still in his T-shirt. She'd have to change before he took her to meet his mother.

"You can call me if anything changes. Bye."

Quinn pressed the button on her phone to hang up and looked at Puck. "That was my sister."

He nodded. "The one who wouldn't let you stay the night."

Quinn combed through her hair with her fingers. "Yeah, she just wanted to make sure I found somewhere. I told her last night that I was going to end up sleeping in my car in a parking lot."

Puck hated the thought of that. He wanted her to know that she didn't have to succumb to that ever. "My mom said you can stay here. As long as you follow the rules. Like pitching in with doing dishes, laundry, that kind of stuff. And you're not allowed to have girls sleep over."

Quinn rolled her eyes. She didn't respond to that comment. She looked around and then back at Puck. "What now?"

Puck shuffled his feet. "You have to meet her in half an hour. She's upset right now about me being a fucking idiot. You should probably change into regular clothes before that happens."

Quinn nodded and looked out the window. "My stuff is in my car. Can you go get it all for me? I parked on the side of the street."

He shook his head up and down and waited as Quinn fumbled through her purse for the keys to her car. She handed them to him and he went downstairs to go retrieve the boxes. He was quiet. He didn't want his mother to hear him coming down.

He went into her car, which was the same one he remembered her showing off earlier in the school year when her father had bought it for her. He saw four taped up boxes in the back seat. It took him two trips to bring them all up.

When he placed the last two boxes on his bedroom floor she shot her first smile at him in what seemed like forever. "Thank you."

"Whatever." He mumbled and rustled through his closet for something to wear as she dug through the boxes. Once he had found an outfit he started changing in the middle of the room. He wasn't as modest as Quinn was.

She hadn't noticed Puck getting changed so as she asked, "Do you think," She was startled to find him taking his pants off and immediately turned back around, "Are you getting naked?" She shrieked.

He smirked. "Relax, it's nothing you haven't seen before."

"Shut up," She retorted with her back still to him, "I'm going to the washroom to change. Like a civilized person."

Once she had returned she was now in a light pink dress and a chunky white cardigan. Her hair was combed and braided. Her teeth were brushed. Her makeup was on. She was hoping to look innocent to make a good impression on Puck's mom. Quinn didn't want the woman to think she was a slut or this was a consequence of fooling around too much. She needed Mrs. Puckerman to like her.

Quinn closed the door behind her. Puck was laying on his bed, texting on his cell phone. When he looked up he muttered, "I'm not sexting."

She shrugged her shoulders and asked where she could start putting her clothes and other things. Puck told her where to find room and she got to work on it. The truth was, she hoped that Puck hadn't been sexting when she entered the room, or anytime recently, but she knew that was too optimistic. This guy had proved to her many times that he couldn't be trusted in scenarios like those. Maybe he really wanted to be a good guy, but he sure didn't seem to be able to be faithful. Not even at the hopes of keeping a daughter he desperately wanted. Quinn wondered how that worked but she didn't want to ask. She didn't want to have any serious talks with him that were unneeded. He had made it clear to her that he needed sex and that was all that Quinn needed to know to be aware that she couldn't be with him.

After more contemplation and having all of her dresses hung up in the closet Quinn turned around to face Puck. "What am I going to say to your mom?"

He looked up from his cellphone and shrugged his shoulders at her. "I don't know. My name is Quinn. Thanks for letting me stay."

"Shouldn't I say something else?"

"Like what?"

Quinn bit her lip. "Like that I'm not keeping the baby. That once she's gone I'll find another place to live. Shouldn't I let her know the details of all of this?"

Puck shook his head. "She just found out that I knocked someone up. Give her time before you lay all that on her. Oh, but tell her that you're my girlfriend."

Quinn raised an eyebrow at Puck. She wondered if he had fallen down the stairs while retrieving boxes. "But I'm not."

Puck rolled his eyes. "No shit Sherlock. Just tell her. She's already going to be pissed at us. Better for her to think that we were dating then the truth."

Quinn shook her head. "No, I'm done with lying. The truth always comes out. It always does and then everything is worse than if you had just said what was really going on at the beginning of everything. Trust me, I know."

It was Puck's turn to shake his head. "Trust me, you don't. You don't know my mother at least. She's going to guilt trip you for getting pregnant on some one night stand. She'll look at you differently. She'll treat you differently. She'll hate me more and just get more disappointed. Why can't we just say we're in love and crap? It's not like she's going to force you into kissing me to prove it."

Quinn sighed and kneeled down on the floor. "She'll hate me if we're not dating?"

"No, but she's going to think something about you that's not true."

"Well what do I get out of all of this?"

Puck thought he had just told Quinn what it was. His mother wouldn't be a judgemental freak to her. However he found something else to tell her as well. "You can tell everyone at school we're dating as well."

Quinn laughed. "Why would I do that?"

"Because they're going to give you shit for lying to Finn and stuff. They'd give you less if we were dating. They'd know I'd beat them up. I'm not saying we'll actually do it, but if you tell my mom that you're my girlfriend then you can tell people at school that I'm your boyfriend. Win - win."

Quinn smoothed her dress out and thought it over as she reapplied lip gloss. The kids at school were going to be awful to her. Not only was she pregnant, but it was now out that she had cheated on her boyfriend with his best friend. People were going to think that she was awful. They were going to think that she was the meanest person in the world. The only hope she had at keeping a tiny bit of respect from those people was to do what Puck said. If they pretended that they were dating then everyone would assume they were secretly in love with each other and that's why they had slept with each other. It wasn't a drunk hook up when she was being a bitch. It could be special and romantic. So Quinn sighed but nodded her head at Puck "Fine, but don't think that this is anything more. It's for my reputation. I still want to do this all on my own."

Puck waved her comment off with his hand. "Whatever."

After a moment of silence it was time to face the music. Puck led Quinn down the stairs to meet his mother. He looked in the living room which was now empty. He wondered where his mom had sent Hannah. When entering the kitchen Puck found his mom waiting for them sitting by the kitchen table. A box of tissues was beside her, half gone. He realized she hadn't been lying about all that crying that she had to do.

"Where's Hannah?" He asked.

She motioned to the window. "I told her to make a snowman outside in the backyard." Mrs. Puckerman was attempting to avoid having to look at Quinn. She made sure to have her face just slightly away from her direction.

"Mom," Puck announced, "This is Quinn. Quinn, this is my mom."

Quinn smiled at the woman. Mrs. Puckerman turned her head reluctantly to look at Quinn. Her face was blank. There was no emotion present. Quinn wasn't sure how to proceed.

"Uhm," She she managed to say, "It's a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Puckerman."

There was no reply. Puck rolled his eyes at his mother's immaturity. She pursed her lips but finally spoke to Quinn. "You can call me Linda."

There was silence again. Mrs. Puckerman stared at Quinn's stomach and then shook her head. That made Quinn feel awful so she tried to diffuse the situation. "Thank you so much for letting me stay here Linda. I know I'm a burden so I appreciate it."

The woman managed to give her a slight smile. Her lips curved upwards only the tiniest bit, but both Quinn and Puck took it as a good sign. That was until she said, "Oh sweetie… you are, but there's nothing we can do about that now. You're here. We'll make do."

"Ma cut it out." Puck told her. He didn't like how she was being so cold to Quinn. He had told his mom that Quinn's parents had thrown her out. You would have thought it would buy the girl some form of sympathy. Apparently not.

"Noah please, I'm only agreeing with what Quinn said herself. I'm not going to smile and tell her that I've been just itching to have a new body under the roof i'm just managing to afford to pay because that's not true."

Before Puck could say anything else Quinn put a hand on his arm to stop him. "It's okay," She told him, "I get it."

Mrs Puckerman stood up and walked over to the two parents to be. She looked at Quinn and tilted her head. "Were you dating my son when this happened?"

Quinn bit her lip. She didn't want to lie anymore. As she had told Puck, it only made things that much more difficult. "Yes. I was."

Linda nodded her head and after a moment of what seemed to be consideration she asked in a whispered voice, "Did you have this happen on purpose?"

"Mom," Puck yelled, "Seriously cut it out."

Mrs. Puckerman feigned innocence and put a hand over her heart to appear compassionate. "Can you blame me for asking? I know you're a bit of a playboy Noah and this girl could have done this to have some sort of hold on you. It's not the first time a girl has done this type of thing to an innocent boy."

Quinn really wanted to slap Puck's mom. She didn't understand how the woman could be so rude to her and so judging when she didn't even know her. Quinn knew she couldn't hit her. It'd be stupid and a definite way to be expelled from the house. She had to keep her dignity as well. So Quinn held her head up high and shook her head. "This was a mistake. Not planned one bit and please don't say that again."

Mrs. Puckerman shrugged her shoulders. "I'm going to bring Hannah inside and explain the situation. You two can go. I'm sure you've told her the rules Noah."

Puck nodded and he took Quinn's hand so he could lead her away as she seemed frozen to the ground. She walked with him for a few steps before letting go of his hand and turning around. "It's a girl," She said, "You're having a granddaughter and I'm giving her up for adoption. Just so you know." Quinn turned back around without looking at Linda's reaction and started up the stairs ahead of Puck.

She collapsed on the bed when she reached Puck's room and looked up at the ceiling. She felt so foolish in her dress. She could have been wearing a spacesuit and Mrs. Puckerman would have hated her. Puck followed Quinn in and closed the door. He sat down on the bed and turned on his side to face her.

"I'm sorry." He told her.

Quinn rolled her eyes and continued to lay on her back, which she knew couldn't be good for the baby but she didn't care at the moment. "Why? You're just an innocent boy who got mixed up with the likes of some jealous and manipulative girl. I should apologize to you. After all, I am the one who made this all come about."

Puck felt bad for Quinn. He understood that his mother was upset and shocked about the whole situation and was just trying to find some way to blame it on Quinn so she wouldn't feel responsible for being the one to raise Puck that way. Still, she had been too harsh and he felt horrible looking at Quinn and seeing her so upset. Especially since he knew that if anyone were to be blamed for the pregnancy scandal that it should be him. He had screwed up. His mom couldn't handle that truth however as it would show error on her character. That was no excuse. Puck looked at Quinn again and saw a tear fall from her face. He wanted to wipe it away but was afraid she would slap him. He didn't know what to do. He had no idea what Quinn wanted from him.

"Do you want to get out of here? Go to McDonalds or something?" He offered. It was the best he could think of. Puck knew that when he was pissed off at home he liked to leave so he figured she probably felt the same way.

Quinn wiped her eyes and nodded. "I want to get out of here… no offence."

Puck nodded and helped her off the bed. They went to McDonalds and Quinn super sized her order. She felt crappy about how things had gone with Mrs. Puckerman and just wanted to feel better. Last time she wanted to feel better she had sex. Then she got pregnant. Food seemed like a much better option now. Puck noticed that she had super sized. He hoped that it didn't become a normality. He liked Quinn a lot but he really wasn't into fat chicks. He knew that probably made him a dick. He tried to get the thought out of his head because he knew he'd be dead if he ever told Quinn about it.

They made small talk about Glee Club and school. Quinn asked about Hannah and Puck gave her the basics. It wasn't the most natural thing in the world, but at least they were talking. They both knew things were going to be awkward for a while but at least they were both willing to try and be civil to each other. Puck hoped that one day soon they would reach a point where he could start asking questions about the baby. Quinn hoped that one day soon Puck would discover that he didn't want anything to do with the baby. Neither were sure if the day would come.

So I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I've found myself with some free time and since I've been very frustrated with the lack of Quick this season I've decided to write all about unseen moments from the back nine and hopefully this season as well.

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Until next time,

Happy Reading!