So, this is my first multi-chapter fic in a long time. Its all already written so as I get chapters back from my beta I should be posting. And since its all actually written its the first multi-chapter fic I've finished in even longer. Thanks to Manda and Miranda for being amazing and holding my hand throughout this.

Anyway, I'm done rambling, remember, reviews are love!

Quinn let herself into Puck's apartment (she'd had a key for years; he was her best guy friend and he was used to her showing up at all hours of the day) and threw herself down next to him on the couch.

"What are you doing here?" he asked her, not looking away from Sportscenter. "I thought you had a date with that dickwad again tonight."

Quinn rolled her eyes and tucked her legs onto his lap.

"I broke up with him tonight," Quinn explained, leaning over and snatching the remote from his hands.

"First of all, it's my fucking apartment so give me back that damn remote. And why? I thought you liked this douche this time."

Quinn laughed and stuck the remote behind her back. "Like that's ever stopped me. And because he doesn't know if he ever wants to get married and he doesn't want kids. Which, we all know at this point in my life, is all I'm thinking about," she explained.

"Fabrey, I mean it. Give me back my fucking remote. And Beth will be thrilled when you tell her, she said he sounded like a jerk tonight when I was talking to her."

They'd given Beth to Shelby to adopt thirteen years ago. It had been an open adoption so when they'd still lived in Lima they'd seen her all the time and gotten pictures and what not. Now that they were living in Cincinnati they talked to her all the time on the phone and through email. She also visited over Spring Break and a few weeks during summer vacation. She usually stayed with Rachel and Finn though, because while Shelby was okay with Quinn and Puck being a part of her daughter's life, it still made her uneasy to think of her staying with them. Call it irrational but it was true. So Beth stayed with her sister and Quinn and Puck spent as much time as they could with her.

"Oh you talked to her tonight? How's her dance classes going? And of course she thought he sounded like a jerk, she always does when you tell her about the guys I'm seeing because you seem to think that no one is good enough for me Noah Puckerman."

"If some jerk is going to be with my best friend the douche better be fucking amazing."

"I'm just so tired of trying to find someone to settle down with. All I want is a family."

"You know Q, its 2023, you don't need a man to start a family. I thought you knew this when you went to that fertility clinic two months ago to get those catalogues to choose someone to knock your ass up."

"Yeah well then I met Trevor and I thought maybe I wouldn't have to. So now they're sitting in my desk drawer at work."

"Maybe you should start looking at them."

Quinn smiled at Puck. "You're right, maybe I should.

"Ohh! Quinn, look at this one, he's a marine biologist!" Rachel exclaimed, pointing to a page in the catalogue.

Mercedes rolled her eyes and let out a huff. "I seriously don't understand why we're doing this in the first place. All a kid is gonna get you is no life and a God knows what kind of bodily fluids all over your pretty clothes."

It was Quinn's turn to roll her eyes as Rachel spoke up, "Seriously Mercedes? I know you never want to have children, but Quinn obviously does, so as her friend maybe you should keep the opinions on the matter to yourself and be supportive?"

"Both of you quit it!" Quinn exclaimed. She loved her best friends but sometimes Rachel and Mercedes still threw their little diva fits and it drove her up a wall.

It had been two months since the day she'd gone over to Puck's after breaking it off with Trevor and she'd really been thinking about what Puck told her. So she'd told her friends and started going through the catalogues.

Rachel and Finn had been supportive. They always were. She knew part of it was when Rachel had to have surgery on her throat in her junior year of college and it'd messed up her vocal cords (she could still sing better than anyone she knew, her voice would just never be able to handle the demands of Broadway), Quinn had been the one to suggest that the three of them (her, Rachel, Mercedes) go into business together, giving Rachel something new to strive for.

They'd started FJB Events three months after graduating college. They started out small, working out of their apartments, but now they had offices and they handled everything from simple bachlor parties to huge 500 people weddings.

Plus Finn and Rachel were very much a married couple who had two kids of their own: Christopher, 3, and Katie, 6 months and Rachel was excited at the thought of having someone else in the mom club.

Mercedes on the other hand was very much single and very much planned on staying that way. She'd decided a long time ago, after a mutual break-up with Matt, that relationships were too much and she'd rather have fun by herself than be tied down and have to worry about someone else's life. Call her selfish but she was happy that way.

They both apologized and Quinn and Rachel went back to looking through the sperm bank's catalogues while Mercedes filed her nails.

After another fifteen minutes Quinn tossed her catalogue down in frustration. Rachel and Mercedes both looked at her confused.

"I'm sorry. Its just no one seemed right so I asked you to help thinking maybe it'd be different if I had you guys helping. But its not. I don't know it just feels so...impersonal."

"Maybe they have another catalogue?" Rachel tried laying a hand on Quinn's arm.

Quinn shook her head. "No, I know this is what I want, but I don 't think I want to go about it this way. I'm sorry I dragged you two into this. Come on we need to go meet the Hendersons for lunch to discuss their engagement party."

Puck walked into Quinn's condo and rolled his eyes. He lost track of how many times he'd told her to you know, lock her fucking door, but she always left it unlocked no matter how many times he insisted that they weren't in Lima anymore and who knew what kind of sick fuckers were walking around.

"Q for the millionth fucking time, lock your door," he announced closing it behind him.

She came into the hallway and rolled her eyes. "I unlocked it because I knew you'd be here in like five minutes with dinner."

"I don't fucking care. You gave me a key didn't you? Who knows what kind of psychos are walking around this fucking city."

"Whatever, what do you want to drink?" she asked him, walking back into her sunny yellow kitchen.

He rolled his eyes and followed her, laying out their Chinese food on her kitchen island.

"Beer."

Every Tuesday night they got together for dinner. It was usually at her condo, but sometimes they'd go out and then catch a movie later. It was something they'd been doing since Lima and it kinda stuck throughout the years since. Besides Finn, Quinn was his best friend.

"Typical."

"Then why did you ask Fabrey?"

"Hell if I know."

"What are you so pissy about?"

"I'm not as you so elegantly put it, pissy about anything."

"Don't play that bullshit with me. I know you fucking better than that Q. So fucking spill."

"Thought you hated that touchy feely crap?"

"Doesn't count if it's with you. We've been through more shit together than anyone has a right to. So fucking spill."

Quinn sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "You're impossible sometimes you know?" she asked, taking her cashew chicken and walking over to the couch with Puck trailing behind her. "I've been looking through these catalogues for a month and a half now and I just can't seem to find someone to father the child that I want."

"Why?"

"It feels so impersonal. I know this is what I want, I just...not with one of these guys that I'll never even meet. You know?"

"Sure, I can get it. You want to know your baby's daddy. Totally reasonable."

"Right? But at the same time I'm almost 30. I'm not going to have a whole lot of time left if I don't find someone and soon. I don't want to be forty something when I have my kids and then be too old to even enjoy being a mom."

Puck nodded his head and studied the blond former cheerio for a few moments.

"Puck are you okay?" Quinn asked waving a hand in front of his face.

He smiled at her. "Yes."

"Ooookay. I'm here spilling my soul to you and you zone out. I knew there was a reason why-"

"I'll do it."

"Do what?"

"I'll be the father of this kid."

"Have you gone crazy Noah Puckerman!"

"What? No!"

"Then why the hell would you suggest something like that!"

"Because besides Finn, you're my best friend. And it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to have a kid with you. It'd actually probably be one of the best."

"I can't ask you to do that. You'd be tying yourself down to me for the rest of your life. What if you meet someone? How do you explain that?"

"You're not asking me, I'm offering. And if I meet someone, I meet someone. I wouldn't marry her unless she was cool with me being a dad anyway."

"Your mom hates me."

"Fuck her. Woman is crazy as bat shit anyway. I'm almost thirty too and you know I've wanted a kid for a long ass time. So who better to have a kid with than your best friend?"

"I...Puck we can't."

"Why not? We did once, and you can't deny it Q, we make pretty babies."

"Wouldn't it be weird?" she whispered.

Puck smiled, he knew she was starting to give in. "Nah. It wasn't weird the first time, well after babygate exploded anyway."

"You're sure this is what you want?"

"Yes. I wouldn't of offered if I wasn't."

"Okay."

"Okay? So we're gonna have a kid together?"

"Yes, we'll have a kid together."

Puck smiled at her and leaned across the couch, pulling her into a hug. He'd meant what he'd said. He'd been wanting a kid of his own for a while now. He'd been thinking about it a lot. And sure it wouldn't be born in the most traditional household, but he knew that Quinn and he would love this kid more than anyone had ever seen.

"So how are we going to do this anyway? Should we start getting naked?" he asked, grinning at her and tucking a strand of her golden locks behind her ear.

She snapped out of her daze and laughed at him. "I don't think so. I think it'd be best if we went to a clinic and had them inseminate me. We're not together Puck and if we slept together it might confuse and complicate things."

He nodded his head. She was right after all. "Okay, so call and set up an appointment, let me know and I'll be there."

Quinn smiled at him. She was scared shitless even if this was what she really wanted. But at the same time there was no one else in the world she'd really want to do this with.

Quinn laughed. "Sounds like a plan."

Quinn paced nervously in her bathroom. It had been two months since that faithful conversation with Puck and a month and a half since they'd gone to the fertility clinic.

Now she was waiting to see if they had succeeded in getting pregnant or if they'd be booking another appointment to try again. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair as she heard the timer ding.

She was alone in her condo-Puck was at work and she'd told Mercedes and Rachel that she would be in later that afternoon.

"Moment of truth," she mumbled to herself as she picked up the stick.

She grinned when she saw the bright pink plus sign. She wrapped it up in some toilet paper and hurried out of the bathroom and into her living room, slipping on a pair of white heels and grabbing her matching bag before rushing out the door.

Puck was just getting out from underneath a car when Quinn breezed into his auto shop.

"Hey Q, what are you doing here?" he asked her as he walked over smiling. He could tell she was happy, she was practically bouncing out of her skin.

"I stayed home this morning because well - here," she told him fishing the pregnancy test out of her purse. She handed it to him and he saw a pink plus sign staring up at him.

"Does this mean-" he broke off.

He felt his grin grow bigger at her nod.

"You're pregnant?"

"I am."

"This is so...fucking amazing!" he exclaimed as he pulled her into a hug and lifted her off of her feet. "Have you had lunch yet?"

"No, I wanted to tell you right away."

"Damn straight. Joe, I'm going out. I'll be back later. Come on Q, my baby's mama needs to eat."

Quinn laughed at him and followed him out of the auto shop.

"We're really having a baby?" he asked her, pulling her into another hug.

"We're really having a baby." She smiled.