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A/N: "Eighteen years, Puck, it's been eighteen years…"
Quinn sighed with exhausted relief when she pressed the clicker and the garage door slid up, she'd seriously thought this day would never end. As soon as the door was open enough, she saw that Puck's truck was already parked on his side of the double space. She drove in slowly and parked her sporty little BMW beside his shiny new truck, his present to himself for his most recent promotion. Quinn looked at the clock on the dash, she wanted to cry – actually, she wanted to scream and shout and kick the shit out of something, she just didn't know if she had the energy. Three more hours and the most awful, awful, awful anniversary – the one she had been both dreading and dreaming of - would actually be upon her. Them, it would be upon them.
"Hey," Puck called from the doorway that led into the house, he took a swig from the beer bottle in his hand. "S'up?" he asked with an upward nod of his head. Puck wondered if she would actually mention it this year or if she would ignore it like she had done every year for the past seventeen years. "Thought you'd be home sooner than this," he commented when Quinn stayed silent. "I got away a day early, came home, thought we'd at least have the evening together," he murmured as she eased herself from her car and hoisted an incredibly heavy looking briefcase from the seat beside her. Puck studied her face, she looked exhausted, she looked frail, fragile, she looked like a strong wind would blow her over…and he fell in love with her even more.
"I didn't know you'd be here and I just couldn't be home alone tonight," Quinn replied, her voice was thick, her throat sounded scratchy. "I'm glad you're home," she added and then pressed her face into his chest when she reached him. "I missed you," she mumbled.
Puck's arms came up to wrap around her back. "Missed you too, babe," he mumbled into her tousled blonde hair. Puck took a sniff, drew a breath into his lungs, deep into his lungs, he wanted to inhale her. "I got a call," he announced and then stopped talking, he wondered if she would say anything, if she would admit it. Quinn stayed silent. "Rachel contacted my CO," he said quietly and pushed Quinn upright and away from his chest to look her in the eyes. "You have got to stop calling," he insisted, his voice remained quiet, firm but quiet. Quinn glanced away. "Quinn, I love you, I love that you're my wife, I love that you love me too," he said with both passion and tenderness in his tone, "but you cannot continue to harass Shelby like that," he insisted. "You have to stop," he repeated. Quinn stayed silent, her chin wobbled as though she was trying to stop herself from crying, tears shimmered on her eyelashes, they were almost ready to fall, she looked so vulnerable, she looked like a teenager again instead of a woman in her thirties. "Quinn, baby, please, just talk to me," Puck begged, slowly he lowered Quinn's briefcase to the floor and then he hauled her into his arms and grasped her close again.
"I know," Quinn mumbled into Puck's shirt. She closed her eyes even tighter, she swallowed hard, she couldn't believe that it was still this hard, even after eighteen years. "I know that I shouldn't call, I know that Shelby cut off all contact when she left Lima for the second time, but she's eighteen tomorrow, eighteen," she reiterated. "Who knows, maybe she'll come looking for us," she suggested with an inelegant sniff. "She can if she wants to," she added fiercely.
"I know that she can," Puck replied, "but it doesn't mean that she will," he commented, he hoped that Quinn would take that onboard, he'd reminded her of that very same thing several times over the last three years, especially since that had been the main focus of her attention. Puck sighed as he hugged Quinn closer, both of them lost in their own thoughts, remembering the day, that life-changing day, eighteen years before, the performance on stage, the dash to the hospital, the birth and then the most painful thing of all, the decision to give the baby up for adoption. "Think she's still a blondie?" Puck asked with a half-smile.
"I think she probably has a purple mohawk, tattoos, and piercings," Quinn answered with a smile of her own. She looked up into Puck's gentle hazel eyes. "She's your daughter, she's bound to be a rebel," she teased with a one-shouldered shrug. Slowly, Quinn's eyes took on a different light, her breath caught in her lungs, the air around them crackled with tension, with electricity, with passion. "I really, really missed you," she whispered.
"I missed you too," Puck whispered just before his lips touched hers. Puck wasn't really sure how long they stood in the garage, how long they spent just kissing, touching each other, how much time they took to arouse each other to limits beyond endurance. He was vaguely aware that he had dropped his beer bottle somewhere and that it had rolled, he sort of knew that he had walked Quinn backwards, that she was pressed up against the hood of her car, that her briefcase was on the floor, that her skirt was up around her waist, that her blouse was open, that her bra was open too. Quinn slid Puck's zipper down and thrust her hand inside his pants without breaking eye contact. Puck gulped as Quinn's hand wrapped around his throbbing shaft and began the rhythmic tug he knew so well. Puck moaned quietly, he knew that he didn't have the strength or the self-control to wait another second, he had to have her now, right now. Quinn gasped, the breath robbed from her lungs when Puck tugged the damp fabric of her panties aside to remove the last obstacle that stood in his way.
Puck groaned with pleasure as his dick slid inside her. He moaned joyously, as her slick, hot walls clenched around him. "Oh, God," he sighed into her throat, Quinn cried out, just faintly as though she was trying to hold all of her emotions and her passion in but couldn't quite manage it. Puck's thrusts became stronger, more forceful, Quinn grunted as the breath was forced from her body. Puck grunted, again and again and again. He growled when Quinn wrapped her legs around his waist, he changed his angle when she pressed her heels into the small of his back. "Oh, God," he cried tightly as he thrust one last time and spilled inside her, his hot, potent essence filled her, mixed with Quinn's own flood of release. "Jesus," he groaned as he pushed up from the hood of her car. "On the damn car? What are we, fucking teenagers?" he whispered with a smirk.
"Evening," a voice called from the street.
"Evening, Roger," Puck replied and pushed Quinn back down and out of sight of their neighbor.
"Back home, I see," Roger commented unnecessarily, he gave a tug on the leash that the yapping little lap dog at his ankles seemed to be determined to wrap around his legs.
"Yep," Puck nodded and surreptitiously pulled out of Quinn, made himself presentable and then zipped up his pants. "Night, Rog," he called and then pressed the clicker that was still in Quinn's hand. Slowly, the garage door rolled shut. "Fuck," he whispered without moving his lips, the smile fixed on his face as Roger stood there, the whole time the door was closing. The second the bottom of the door touched the ground, Puck and Quinn burst out laughing, Puck bent back over her, hauled her up into his arms, kept her sat on her car until they were both back under control. "You ok?" Puck asked quietly.
Quinn nodded, yes she was ok, she was more than ok, she was filled with exactly what her ovulation test had informed her that she needed, Puck's sperm. "I'm fine," she answered. Quinn was so grateful that Puck was home right now, otherwise, she might have had to wait for a whole month until she was so fertile again.
"Four times?" Puck sighed tiredly, he glanced down the bed to see Quinn's shy, lip-biting grin. "Ohhhh," he groaned happily - he never could resist that look, the way she did that, through her lashes, that shy, sweet little girl look, the one he'd fallen in love with way back when she was still dating Finn Hudson, when she was still a virgin, way back before he'd sweet-talked her out of her panties and out of her innocence. Puck felt his flesh rise, felt it bump up against her chin. "Ohhh," he sighed when Quinn opened her lips and touched the tip of him with the tip of her tongue. "You could give the Pope a fucking boner," he hissed and closed his eyes to just enjoy the feeling, savour the sensation of her teeth and tongue against his sensitive flesh. "Shi-i-i-t," he groaned and pumped his hips up, thrust further into her mouth. Quinn pushed up onto her hands and knees, she tilted her head to a better angle, Puck reached even further into her throat. Quinn listened carefully, listened to the sounds that Puck made, she judged the exact time to make her move. "Ohhh," Puck groaned when Quinn suddenly thrust up onto her knees and gripped his dick with her hand. He swallowed hard and panted when Quinn lowered herself onto him. "Jesus, my dick is going to snap off," he jokingly complained when she rocked on him, forced her own pace, her own rhythm. "Christ," he yelled when she squeezed his balls in the way that always made him blow his load. "Fuck, Quinn," he hissed as they slowed down, as Quinn's inner walls rippled, milked him of every last drop of the good stuff.
"I don't know, she was like a freakin' woman possessed," Puck replied to the question posed by Sam and then listened again. "I mean, I know we haven't ever discussed it, not really, but I just assumed that one day we'd have kids," he added and sighed heavily, he was sat at the breakfast bar in the kitchen, his eyes on the door to the garage, he felt sure that Quinn would come home from work at a decent time tonight.
"How have you never discussed this?" Sam demanded, he was absolutely astounded. "I mean, we've all been waiting since 2014 for you two to have another accident," he informed Puck with a laugh – it was obvious that the word 'accident' meant anything but! "How did that never happen?"
"Implant," Puck answered quickly. "Since Beth, Quinn has had the contraceptive implant in her arm, she just has it replaced every few years to keep it active," he explained. "Nothing's getting through that sucker," he mumbled a little sadly. "You know, I'm going to go, I think that was the garage door, maybe Quinn's home, I'll talk to you soon, give Mercedes our love and kiss those kids from aunty Quinn and uncle Puck, alright," he said quickly and ended the call before Sam had a chance to say anything else.
"Hi," Quinn said quietly from the doorway.
"Hey," Puck replied and stood to walk to her. She didn't look any less stressed, tired, or sad than she had yesterday. "How was your day?" he asked.
"It was good," Quinn answered. She walked towards Puck, met him in the middle of the kitchen. "I got a new client," she offered, and touched her fingertips to Puck's forearm she drew patterns on his skin with her nail, just the sheer touch made Puck shiver with arousal. "But I don't want to talk about work," she added huskily.
"You don't?" Puck asked, just for something to say. Quinn shook her head and mouthed the word 'no'. Puck watched Quinn's red-tipped fingers touch the buttons on the front of her slightly sheer shirt. He gulped as she began to pull the buttons free, he watched as the mounds of her breasts came into view. "Shall I guess what you want to do?" he asked, his voice was as husky as Quinn's had been. Quinn nodded and stepped even closer to Puck, she felt the bump of the ridge in his pants against her as his hand curved around her ass and pressed her even closer. "Here? In the kitchen?" he asked. Quinn nodded and tugged his fly open. Puck growled as he crashed his lips together with Quinn's, Quinn made a noise, deep in her throat, it turned Puck on even more - if that was even possible! "Turn around," he commanded, his voice deep, demanding. Quinn obeyed.
Puck pressed in the middle of her back, Quinn's face touched the breakfast bar, her breasts mashed against it, he shoved her skirt up and out of his way, he yanked her panties until the elastic snapped. "Argh," Quinn cried as he thrust deep, deep inside her, that first thrust was both pleasure and pain, the two were indistinguishable, she didn't care. Quinn hitched her ass up at him, pushed her hips out so that he could penetrate her even deeper, hit the entrance to her womb, send his seed directly where she wanted it. "Fuck me," she growled over her shoulder. "Do it, do it now, make me come," she ordered.
"You want it hard?" Puck panted, his breathing made his voice even harsher, more menacing. "Harder?" he demanded, Quinn nodded and gasped, Puck thrust even harder, deeper, he didn't think he had ever been this deep inside her before. "I'm going to come all over your face," he growled as he tracked a furious pace, and it was going to be soon, he couldn't keep this up, he was going to blow any second, he couldn't believe how turned on he was with this semi-vicious role-play thing they had going on.
"No," Quinn yelled, she growled and pushed up on her hands. "Inside me," she instructed, she sounded as though she had snarled the command through her teeth.
Puck pulled back, it suddenly didn't seem right, something wasn't right. "Quinn, what's going on with you? Talk to me," he pleaded gently. He glanced down, it seemed a ridiculous thing, for him to want to talk when his dick was rock solid and raging hard to be inside her, when her ass was waving at him, begging him to bury his dick deep inside her, but he just had to know, something was going on with her and he had to find out.
"I want a baby," Quinn said quietly, eventually, "but I didn't know how to talk to you about it, so I got the implant out a couple of months ago, I've been doing ovulation tests to find out when I'm most fertile and then bam, you came home on time, we have another day and a half until the optimal time passes and then I have to wait until next month," she explained.
Puck remained silent. Quinn risked a glance into his eyes. "You didn't think this was maybe something we should discuss?" he asked, he didn't know which part shocked him more, the part where she actually wanted a baby or the part where she thought she couldn't talk to him.
"See, I know it's something that you've always wanted and I know I was the one who was scared, I held back because I was scared, but, oh, God, who's this?" Quinn cried as the phone rang.
"Leave it," Puck advised and concentrated on Quinn.
"I can't, it might be important," Quinn sighed. "Hello?" she said into the handset. "What the? How dare you? Who is this?" she spluttered and held the phone out to Puck. "That was someone who called to complain that the show stopped too soon and could we carry on because he's getting blue balls," she told him, she was outraged, absolutely outraged.
"What the fuck?" Puck shouted and headed towards the patio doors. "Who the fuck would be spying on us in our own house?" he demanded, he turned his back and tucked his dick back into his pants, fastened them and noted that Quinn had made herself presentable too, except for the destroyed panties that were in full view on the counter. "Ignore the perverted little fuck," he advised. "Did you recognize the voice?" he asked.
"No, but it's made me feel a bit weird," Quinn replied and shuddered. Puck hugged her close. "I don't know how safe I'll feel next time you have to go away," she mumbled, Puck immediately felt like crap, he hadn't thought of that.
"I'll give our security a good check over tomorrow," Puck assured Quinn, he would need the reassurance for himself too. "Let's go to bed, pick up where we left off?" he suggested, his words were whispered directly into her ear.
"Do you really want to?" Quinn asked hopefully.
"Quinn, we're thirty-four years old, we have been together for fourteen years, we've been married for ten years, yes," Puck replied intently, "yes I want a baby with you," he assured her. "Let's go make a baby," he sighed just a second before his lips connected with hers once more. Puck was deliberately slow in picking Quinn up, he made a great show of moving very slowly through the kitchen, displayed his strength and ability to whichever perverted dickhead was watching them, made sure the guy would know that they were taking the show upstairs to continue their performance in private.
Roger growled to himself as his own personal porn channel disappeared from his line of sight. Sometimes he hated that he loved to spy on real people, it would be so much easier to just find live sex on the internet but that just didn't always do it for him. Maybe it would tonight, he was half-way there already...
"Good morning, darling," Judy said as soon as her call was answered.
"Morning, mom," Quinn replied and stifled a yawn, she was so glad it was the weekend and she'd been able to sleep in. "How are you?" she asked and smiled as Puck lifted his head from the pillow, woken by the ringing of the phone.
"Feeling frisky," Puck mouthed the words to Quinn and saw her blush and try to hold in the giggle as she chatted with her mom. Puck slid over Quinn's body and then pushed lower to find himself in his favorite place - lodged firmly between her thighs! He glanced up the length of her body as he dipped his head to touch his tongue to the most sensitive spot on her entire body.
"Sorry," Quinn apologized to her mom for screaming into her ear. "I thought I saw a spider on the ceiling," she lied as Puck chuckled against her, his teeth scraping and rasping at the heart of her. "Yes, Puck's home," she answered, it seemed that Quinn couldn't even think to formulate a sentence of her own, she could only answer her mother's queries.
Puck lifted his head, he gave Quinn his patented, sexy, half-grin, and with infinite slowness, pushed one finger deep inside her. Quinn gasped when his knuckle nudged her sensitive flesh. Puck's grin widened, his entire body shook with his silent laughter. Quinn quivered as Puck withdrew his finger and lifted it to his lips. "Mmmm," Puck sighed, his eyes drifted closed, his face showed how much he was enjoying himself. Puck opened his eyes and looked at Quinn once more. "Keep talking to her," he instructed almost silently, and then inserted two fingers into her, his thumb found her clit and gave it the attention it craved, the attention it deserved.
"Yes, mom, we'd love to come over for lunch today," Quinn answered the invitation and tried not to sound sarcastic. "Oh, goody," she murmured less enthusiastically and then paused as her body clenched. "Frannie and the kids will be there too," she whispered to Puck with her thumb over the mouthpiece to hide her conversation with him.
Puck pulled a face, fabulous, just exactly what he wanted when he was about to try to impregnate his wife, the image of his bitchy sister-in-law and her demon spawn in his head! "Keep talking," he instructed again, and then pushed up to his knees.
Quinn gulped as Puck came towards her, erection in hand, her voice faltered as his dick breached her. Puck sighed with satisfaction when he felt Quinn's inner muscles grip him tight. "So, what are you planning to make?" Quinn asked her mom, it was almost as if she actually gave a shit. Puck pushed deep, all the way to her cervix, and then pushed more. Quinn's muscles gripped even tighter. He grinned when Quinn shivered. "Don't forget that you can't put a cheese sauce on that," Quinn reminded Judy breathlessly. "You know that Puck can't have meat and dairy together and I'll be seriously pissed if you forget again just because Joshua is a pain in the ass about eating anything without cheese sauce," she grumbled about her obnoxious nephew. "Oh," she called out involuntarily, but dear God, she loved it when Puck pushed that deep, it was like he was trying to force his entire body inside her! "No, no, it was like a little cramp in my leg or something," Quinn explained to her mom to excuse her outburst.
"I'm going to make you come so hard," Puck breathed into Quinn's ear. "I'm going to fuck you till you scream," he warned. "Keep talking," he said again, it was really turning him on that Judy had no idea what they were doing, it was a demonstration of Quinn's performing and acting ability that allowed her to speak in an almost normal voice. That was probably why she was so good in court.
"You invited dad?" Quinn screeched, she pushed up onto her elbow, Puck never missed a stroke. "Mom? What's this about?" she demanded. It seemed weird, it was weird, why would Judy invite the whole family, including her ex and his current wife, to lunch? Quinn was freaked, seriously freaked!
Puck pushed up onto his knees again and rocked his hips, he pressed into Quinn, he thrust hard, the blistering pace was his undoing. "I'm coming," he hissed through gritted teeth. "Oh-h-h-h," he groaned as his body jerked with satisfaction, he looked down to where the flood of his love oozed out of her and coated his firm flesh. Puck continued to rock gently, the tremors that ran through him extended his pleasure almost as much as the quivering of Quinn's muscles did.
"Ok, bye mom," Quinn sighed and then ended the call. "I think something is wrong with my mother," she said thoughtfully. Puck rolled his eyes and looked back down to where they were joined – he really didn't care right at that moment if Judy was fine or not, all he cared about was if his sperm had done the deed…Puck seriously hoped it had!
"Are you sure this is the way you want to do things?" Judy asked nervously, she really thought this was the wrong way to go about it.
"I'm sure," came the confident reply.
"Ok," Judy murmured and then turned to concentrate on cooking the best meal that she could. Judy had always taken pride in her culinary skills, it was one of the few things that Russell had admired about her, it was one of the few things that he hadn't mocked and ridiculed her for. Judy wondered why she had allowed herself to be manipulated into inviting the pompous ass to her home for lunch. "Do you like traditional roast lunches?" she asked, just to make conversation…
"Please be on your best behaviour," Quinn murmured as both she and Puck paused at the front door of the big house on Dudley Road. "And if you try to scare my sister's kids into peeing their pants again, you are so going to be cut off for a full week," she promised through lips that barely moved as they both saw the shape of Judy Fabray approach the door on the other side.
"Judy," Puck cried with enthusiasm as he reached to hug his mother-in-law.
"Noah," Judy replied and kissed Puck's cheek. "Darling," she added far more sincerely as she hugged her daughter. "Come in, come in," she urged and held onto Quinn's hand as both her daughter and her son-in-law entered the house. "You're the last to arrive," she commented – and Puck knew immediately that she blamed him, she always blamed him for everything, but most especially for ruining her daughter's life way back when they were still in high school!
Puck followed Quinn and Judy into the lounge and got quite a surprise. "Mom," he exclaimed when he caught sight of his own mother, his sister, and his nana there, waiting patiently along with his dad, Quinn's dad and his wife, Quinn's sister, Frannie, her husband, her sons and Quinn's grandparents. "Did we forget some sort of anniversary?" he muttered to Quinn.
"Kind of," a voice behind them replied…