They're having a lazy, sleepy Saturday laying in bed. Quinn doesn't even read or anything. They just wake up and he wraps his arms around her and they doze like that for a while until they're fully awake. When she talks, she mumbles into his chest. "Puck?"

"Mmm." She looks up at him and his eyes are closed but he's awake. Just tired. Always tired. She watches his face even though he keeps his eyes closed.

"Do you ever think about Beth?"

His brow furrows, ruining the perfect smooth surface of his forehead. Puck is getting old. He's getting lines. It makes him look distinguished and weathered and like an adult and she likes it but he's changing right in front of her. She's sure she's doing the same thing too. Time is creeping up on them, ironically. He licks his lips before he speaks. "Of course. She's the only kid we're gonna have, Q."

Quinn closes her eyes tightly at his words. They thought it over. The traveling, she worries her too much. No fetus can live inside her and still be safe in her condition. She can never keep a kid safe. When she was sixteen, before the traveling started, it wasn't something she had to think about. Now it's all she thinks about. She's about to answer before she feels her head start to swim. "P-puck…"

He sits up a little, looking down at her as he grabs her arm. "Quinn." She looks up at him, helpless. He shakes his head. "No. Stay." She's reaching up to touch his face.

"I can't." And she's not in their bed anymore but rolling in the grass naked until she finally stops, blinking at the harsh light of afternoon sun in the field. Dirty and bruised from her landing, Quinn sits up, hand against a lump that's forming on her forehead. Once her vision clears, she gets her bearings. A few feet away, on the familiar flannel blanket, is a sixteen year old Puck. This is what she has been dreading. Puck's told her she only visited him once when he was sixteen and he won't say any more. He won't talk about it. And now she's here, about to find out why.

He's leaning back on his hands, legs stretched out in front of him. He still has his Mohawk. Quinn has a sick feeling in her stomach. He doesn't look happy, not even looking up at her, not acknowledging her presence at all. There's a t-shirt waiting for her at the edge of the blanket, blessedly close to her. At this age, Puck does nothing to hide the fact that he's staring at her breasts when she appears naked if he's already there waiting for her. Quinn snatches up the shirt and tugs it on quickly. He still hasn't said anything. Puck just stares at his feet, his gaze concentrated and… hurt. Quinn knows that expression all too well. She knows when she is.

"Puck—"

"You knew, didn't you?" He looks up at her, his face unapologetic and his eyes stab at her. He's angry a lot at sixteen. More than usual.

"Puck."

He scoffs, looking away from her as he shakes his head. He's so cold. She's not used to this. As a teenager, she's used to Puck trying to have sex with her. The last couple times she's visited him as a teenager, that's all he's tried to do. Right now, he won't even look at her for more than a few seconds. "What the fuck am I saying, of course you knew. It's you. You knew it would happen and you just let it happen. You're such a fucking idiot, Q." She inhales sharply, like he's slapped her. She lowers herself to sit down next to him but he just switches their positions, standing up and taking a few steps away from her.

"Puck, I couldn't do anything."

"You could do everything, Q! You could've told me not to do it! Jesus, Q, you know you're just hurting yourself, you know that right?" He turns to glare at her again, jaw clenched. It's her turn to look away.

"You know that's not how it works. It happened and there's nothing I could do to stop it."

"So what happens now? Huh?" He takes a step towards her and when she looks up at him, she doesn't recognize the menacing expression on his face. She stands up in an effort to not have the lower ground. He just takes another step towards her, not backing away. "You give her away? She goes on never knowing us? Huh? What happens, Q?" Puck grabs her wrists, shaking her. At sixteen, Puck is in the peak physical condition of his life. She's going to have bruises, she can feel it.

"Puck, let me go." She tries to make her voice firm. She's the adult. She is older, much older than him and she is the adult. She tugs at her wrists but he doesn't let go, bringing his face close to hers. She can feel his breath on her mouth.

"You fucking bitch. You're a fucking bitch and apparently that's all you're ever going to be."

He leers at her and she feels his grip go slack for a moment and she frees one of her hands and slaps it across his right cheek. He lets go of her, his hand lifting up to grab his jaw. She takes a step away from him, shaking and when he looks at her, his eyes are dark. Quinn swallows thickly, hoping she doesn't look scared. Because she is scared. There's a part of her that's seen this part of him and knows what he's capable of. So she's scared. They stand a few feet apart for a long moment until she decides to be the one to break the silence.

"Don't you ever talk to me like that. Ever." Her chest is heaving and she can hear her heart pounding in her ears she's so angry. It's hard for her to see the man she's married in the teenager in front of her. In this moment she's sure they must be different people. And suddenly he's hand is grabbing the back of her neck and he's kissing her. She makes a protesting noise, her hands on his chest as she pushes against him but he holds her firmly and his tongue parts her lips for a moment until she frees herself. She pulls away, looking at him with a look that she's sure no longer hides her fear. He's panting too but his expression is different as he looks back at her.

"Do you have kids?"

She's not sure she heard him right, shaking her head. "W-what?" His hand is still holding the back of her neck.

"In the future, do you have kids? Do you have a family?"

She doesn't know what to do so she answers him. "I… I have a husband." His grip on her neck tightens, forcing her to fall against him.

"You don't have kids?"

"No."

And he's kissing her again, arms wrapping around her waist under his flimsy McKinley High Athletics shirt. Quinn tenses before her own arms wrap around his neck. This is sixteen-year-old Puck. The Puck she let herself get to know. The Puck that became her closest friend. This is the Noah Puckerman Quinn Fabray let herself fall in love with. A pregnant teenager living in a strange house with a family that wasn't hers, waking up in the middle of the night and not knowing where or who she was for a few moments. Her first sexual experiences. They are with this Puck.

He's laying her down on the blanket, fumbling to get his jeans unbuttoned and pushed down his thighs. He kisses her again, an arm sliding under her head as he guides himself into her. Quinn's arms wrap up and around his shoulders as she moans. And he's fucking her like they're the only two people in the world, groaning in her ear and on her neck and Quinn closes her eyes and lets herself be sixteen years old too and they're in his bedroom and she's trying to tell him to be quiet cause his sister is asleep but she's moaning too loudly and then they're lost in themselves and won't be found until the climax sneaks up on them and they're shaking and calling each other's names. Quinn's fingernails dig into his shoulders, her hips moving against his as she moans his name.

"Puck… oh god, yes…"

His hand grabs her hair in response, his body curved over hers as he thrusts aimlessly into with everything he can. "Fuck fuck fuck, Q, you feel so fucking good." He grunts and as he shudders and his grip on her hair tightens. Quinn bites down on her lip, her stomach muscles already twisting and tensing.

"P-puck… I-I…"

He pulls his face away from her neck, his gaze finding hers. "Fucking come, Q." He grits his teeth and his eyes slip shut as he groans and she knows he's close. She knows everything about this Puck. Quinn's head tilts back and she shakes under him as she comes, moaning loudly.

"Puck!"

Puck groans in response and he lets go of her hair to put his hand next to her head, his back arching at his release. He moans her name in that way that only sixteen year old Puck can. Her hands press against his chest as she watches him, panting. Puck's head ducks down again, hanging between his shoulders as they both try to catch their breath. She opens her mouth to say something when she gets the feeling like there's a bee hive in her head. Oh no, not now. Please. Quinn reaches up to grab his face desperately and he opens his eyes to look down at her, his brow furrowed. He recognizes her expression and his hand grabs her wrist. She's always leaving him no matter what. Whenever she's going, she's leaving him.

"Take deep breaths, you can make yourself stay."

She's still panting as she feels herself start to dissolve. "I want to stay, I want to."

"Then stay! Just stay here!"

She can hear him yelling at her as her body bounces against the mattress and her eyes focus in on the ceiling of their bedroom. She's sprawled out across the comforter and she can hear in the shower running as she orients herself in the present. After a minute, when she knows when she is and has taken stock of all her limbs and knows she's fully there, Quinn starts to cry, curling up on her side and wrapping her arms around her head. She's still shaking as she hears the bathroom door open.

"Quinn?" The mattress shifts with the weight change and he's leaning over her, pulling her onto her back and cupping her face with one hand, his face worried like it always is when she appears back to him in the present. He wants to know when she was. She sobs, watching his face.

"Puck, I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry."

"Baby…" He still doesn't know what's happening but he sits down on the bed in his towel and wraps his arms around her. She leans against his wet skin, crying as she shakes her head.

"I shouldn't have given her up. I shouldn't have let her go. She could've been ours and—"

"Shh. Stop." He pulls away, taking her face in his hands and he kisses her, his first and foremost solution whenever she's upset. Puck pushes the hair out of her eyes, looking at her intently. "Listen. Somewhere she's out there and she's happy. What matters is that we have each other and you're always with me, no matter when you are. Okay?" Quinn takes deep breaths, trying to focus on him but she feels so tired. So tired of leaving. She closes her eyes, her head lolling against his hand.

"I.. I love you."

He kisses her forehead, pulling her against him again. "I love you too, traveler." Quinn giggles, wrapping her arms around him. "When were you?"

She frowns. She didn't get the date. But then she remembers the fact that she only visited him once at that age. Quinn pulls her head away so she can look up at him. "You were sixteen." A dark look passes over his face before he squeezes her, resting his chin on top of her head.

"I'm sorry."

She shakes her head. "Don't apologize."

"I was messed up. I was really mad at you."

"I know."

He squeezes her again and they sit in silence. It's hard to think of him as the same boy who grabbed her all those years ago, the same boy who was so angry and wanted to prove himself to someone for once. But she knows it's him. It's always him. No matter when she is.