A/N: Set sometime during the second half of season one. I'm trying something new by attempting to write more one-shots so feedback is greatly appreciated! Thanks for reading. Xo- Katie
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
He wakes up in the middle of the night to some kind of noise. He's lived in this house his entire life and he knows the usual moans and creaks. This was something different and his mind jumps to the only logical conclusion: burglars. He slides out of his bed, stealth like a fucking ninja, he thinks as he grabs his baseball bat out of the corner and walks down the hallway.
The first thing he does is stick his head into the room that Quinn and Sara share. His sister is sleeping soundly on the little cot that they've set up (she's young, so she actually thinks it's cool) but the twin bed with the Disney Princess bedspread is empty. Because he's being completely rational, it makes perfect sense to him that they would snag Quinn and not Sara. Little kids are needy and she'd be much more likely to scream. His train of thought is interrupted when he hears a sound again. He's pretty sure there must be two robbers. One who's looting the house and one who's got Quinn tied up in the getaway car outside.
He tightens his grip on the handle of the bat and proceeds towards the noise, bypassing his mom's room because she's working nights. Whatever fucker is in his house is going to wish they never messed with Puckasaurus. He's isolated where the sounds are coming from and takes a deep breath, telling himself that no one messes with his baby-mama.
Rounding the corner, he quickly turns on the lights in an attempt to temporarily blind the perpetrator who drops whatever glass object was in their hands and lets out a really girly-sounding scream. He's only had the bat raised above his head for a few seconds before he realizes that it didn't just sound like a girl, it was, in fact, a girl. Quinn stood before him, bleary-eyes and stunned, with one hand over her heart and the other draped protectively around her small yet noticeable baby bump. At her feet was a broken glass bowl and melting mint chocolate chip ice cream.
"Jesus, Puck. What are you doing with that? Do you want to give me a heart attack?" she asks, sounding perturbed but she's really quite shaken up.
"What? No, I thought you were a burglar and that someone was robbing the house and had kidnapped you," he explains. He places the bat on the kitchen table and notices that she's as white as a ghost and hasn't really moved an inch. "Babe, are you OK?"
"Well, you just came at me with a bat and then you tell me that, you know, there could be burglar around. Yeah, of course I'm OK."
While he cleans up the glass and the ice cream, she tells him about the time when she was little and her family came home from a show one night and their house had been broken into, ransacked from top to bottom, although they didn't really take anything of hers. Just the thought of someone being in her room had scared her so badly that she didn't sleep well for weeks.
It's because of that incident that she's still afraid of the dark a little bit and honestly doesn't like being alone at night. It's because of that incident that he decides that he doesn't care what his mom will say if she finds out that he takes Quinn by the hand and leads her to his room. He could deal with his mom later, but for now, he's pulling the covers over their bodies and rubbing his hand up and down Quinn's back as she snuggles into his chest and finally feels safe enough to fall back to sleep.