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A/N: Quinn and Puck Senior? Gross!

"Puck wait," Quinn cried as she raced towards the truck, towards Puck. Puck spun round to face her, the wave of sheer anger that radiated from him stopped Quinn in her tracks. "It isn't what you think," she said with desperation as she reached out a tentative hand to Puck, then drew it back nervously.

"So you're a freakin' mind reader now? Tell me, what am I thinking?" Puck demanded, thrusting Sophia behind him to protect her a little, shelter her from hearing the foul, awful truth about Quinn and their dad. "That you're a disgusting skank with a thing for old men?" he asked, and what about you with the cougars? Puck conveniently ignored the little voice in his head. "Fucking bang on, you really are amazing, you should be on TV," he congratulated her sarcastically.

"I am not dating your dad," Quinn cried, "that's just gross, your dad he's," she paused and looked over her shoulder, relieved at what she saw, "he's dating my mom," she said tiredly, pointing down the street towards the front of the restaurant, to where Judy Fabray and David Puckerman stood together, his arm protectively around her shoulders.

"What?" Puck cried as he looked at them both, their respective parents. "Your mom?"

"Yes, my mom," Quinn repeated in relief as understanding lit up Puck's face. Quinn sagged as the tension left her.

Oh thank the Lord, ha, I knew she wouldn't be with him, I fucking knew it. Puckerman, what the fuck were you thinking, kicking off like that? Crap. I can't go back in there, I already embarrassed us all by freaking out like a jealous moron, not that I'm actually jealous because hey, I am Puckasaurus after all and I don't do jealous. Really, I don't. "Look, we'll take a rain check, ok? Tell my dad I'll call him tomorrow, I can't do this tonight," Puck said, backing away from Quinn, guiding Sophia away too.

"Can I come with you? Please," Quinn begged softly. "I have to talk to you. Please?" she pleaded.

Puck glanced back again down the street, saw his dad and her mom coming towards them. "Come on," he whispered with a backward nod of his head. Quinn ran to join him.


"...and Noah keeps on swearing at me," Sophia complained to Quinn while Puck placed their order. "Mom tells him not to but he still keeps on doing it, I think his tongue should split open then fall off," she decided, sitting back in her seat with a satisfied nod.

"And it just might," Quinn agreed with a grin at Sophia, she was such a cute little girl. "Hey," she said with a smile as Puck brought a tray loaded with food to the table. "You can't beat the colonel, now can you?" she said, unwrapping her chicken. "Mmmm," she groaned with almost orgasmic pleasure as her teeth sank into the tender, tasty flesh.

Holy shit. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, oh God I want to fuck your mouth, right here, right now, oh please, oh God, not the tongue, not the tongue notthetonguenotthetonguenotthetonguenotthetongue, ah, oh, Jeez, oh fu-u-u-u-u-uck. "Napkin?" Puck offered, his voice just a little bit short of quivering. Puck felt the twitch in his pants, he allowed his hand to fall to his lap under cover of the table, he had to feel exactly how much just watching her eat had affected him. You have got to be fucking kidding me, Puck told himself when he felt the solid ridge in his pants. Jeez, are you seriously that deprived? You need to get out more. Puck shivered a little, even as he almost giggled, giggled, aloud at his own advice. When was the last time you actually had sex with anyone? Besides your hand, numbnuts. Tick, tock, tick, tock, clock's ticking...can't remember? I can, it was in NEW YORK, you fucking loser. Last time you had actual sex with an actual person was in New York, in an elevator, with Quinn. And that, my friend, was fucking months ago. And you have made excuses at least a dozen times through this summer, to different girls, different women, even when it's been handed to you on a plate, you've passed it up, what the fuck is that about? You even blew off Mrs H, four times now, and you know what she can do. No wonder you're about to go off like a fucking fire cracker. Even Artie's getting more play than you. That's only because he's dating Brittany and she's just a complete slut. Yeah, keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel better.

"So do you want to tell me what the whole spoilt brat routine back at the restaurant was all about?" Quinn asked quietly while Sophia was occupied with her burger and fries.

Puck shrugged. "I thought you might have called when you got back from Paris," he mumbled with just a hint of a pout, he felt really, really insecure right now. "I know that we've never actually defined what we are, never gone public or anything, but I thought we knew we had something," he added. And when exactly did you grow your vagina, Mr Puckerman? "And I thought you'd be blonde again by now, be back in your normal clothes, what happened?" he asked.

"You mean because we haven't had sex since New York?" Quinn asked just as quietly, aware that Sophia's attention could return to them at any time. "Well, it's not that I didn't want to, it's just, never mind, we'll talk about it later," she sighed. "I was told I was going to dinner with our parents so I didn't want to clean myself up yet, you know? Like a final 'fuck you' before I become normal again. Oh God, that sounds so wrong," she winced as she whispered that, almost to herself as she turned her attention to Puck's other question. "I have a bottle of dye in my bag and some of my more normal clothes," she admitted. "I had kind of planned to go over to Mercedes' house after dinner," she explained, "I thought she'd probably help me."

"Can I go play in the play area for a while ?" Sophia asked, looking at her brother with hopeful eyes.

"Sure, go ahead," Puck agreed and sat back in the booth a little, relaxed a bit. Quinn waited till Sophia was halfway to the play area then she moved, came to sit next to Puck. Puck's arm stayed where it was, resting along the back of the long seat. "Now we can talk," he told Quinn.

"Fine," Quinn replied. "So you still can't control Puckasuarus when you're around me?" she asked with a certain amount of delight and reached under the table to feel his erection and to distract him, she wanted to talk too, but not in such a public place, the possibility of tears and a meltdown was far too likely. Puck groaned but didn't speak, his eyes drifted closed as Quinn's hand rubbed lightly along the length of the ridge. "Come home with me tonight," she pleaded.

Puck's eyes snapped open. "Seriously?" he asked, his heartbeat had just spiked around two hundred beats per minute. "You know what will happen, right?"

"I know," Quinn nodded, her lips trembled a little. "I'm kind of counting on it," she silently allowed the words to drift through her mind. Puck nodded, considering the thought, looking deep into Quinn's eyes, he needed to know that she really wanted this, that she wasn't feeling coerced. Crap, she looked really, really nervous, more nervous than their first time together.

"What about your mom?" Puck asked, trying to give Quinn an out.

"I might have to sneak you in," Quinn admitted. "She still isn't your biggest fan. But making some noise with you will be far better than listening to my mom and your dad going at it like freakin' rabbits," she muttered with distaste.

"I really don't want that image in my head," Puck replied with a wince. "But being back in bed with you, now that is something I do want. A lot," he added. "What about Mercedes, is she expecting you?" he asked, Quinn shook her head, she bit her lip as she looked at Puck through her lashes, her famous 'shy Quinn' look. "Soph," he called and waved his sister to come over. "Time to go," he shouted. "At least it is according to my dick, it wants to be inside you," he muttered to Quinn from behind his hand. Quinn didn't even try to hide the smile, she wanted that too.


"Are you coming home with us?" Sophia asked. She hadn't stopped talking all the way home from KFC.

"For God's sake, Soph, just give it a rest," Puck sighed as he pulled up outside their house. Puck hung back and took Quinn's hand while Sophia ran to the front door.

"Mom," Sophia called as she opened it. "Mom, Noah brought Quinn home with us," she shouted. "Mom, what's sex? Is it like ice-cream? Can I have some?" Sophia asked innocently, she thought it might be some type of dessert.

Puck and Quinn tried to control themselves, Puck nearly fell over, he was laughing so hard, then the rest of what Sophia had said dawned on him, he realised that his mom would have heard 'Noah', 'Quinn' and 'sex' together in the same sentence. Oh crap. "Great," Puck groaned. "Now we'll get an hour long lecture about safe sex and the consequences of unprotected sex. Yay, just what I always wanted to get me in the mood," he mock cheered. "So much for running in and picking up a pack of condoms and my toothbrush, huh?"

"Noah, Quinn, a moment please," they heard his mom call from the living room as they stepped through the door. "Sophia, would you go upstairs please, I need to talk to your brother."

"Ah crap," Puck sighed as they walked into the room and saw the three adults before them. Fuck, fuck, fuck, ambush. On the plus side, at least my mom knows my dad is dating Judy, maybe she'll pass on some tips, ha, ha, ha. Come on, lets get this over with, lecture, lecture, lecture, blah, blah, blah, get on with it because I really, really, really want to get naked with this girl right here beside me. First of all I am going to strip the clothes off her body then I'll pull her panties down with my teeth because that just always puts me in the right position to eat some pussy. And one of my very favourite things to eat is pussy, especially Quinn Fabray pussy, it just tastes fucking awesome. I wonder if she still has her pubes shaved into a little heart shape like she did the last ti...what the fuck? Focus, Puckerman, they're talking about you here.

"...really think he should be sent away somewhere, military school or something, he's unbalanced, obsessed," David insisted.

"And I think you're talking out of your ass, as usual," Puck's mom argued. "David, if you had spent as much time with Noah over the years as you have chasing women, sorry Judy, no offence," she muttered in apology then continued talking without drawing breath, "you might have built up some sort of relationship with him and then you might be allowed to have a say in his future. But let's be honest, you were never interested in being a family man, were you? You couldn't have cared less about us and our lives, if you did, you would have known what was going on in Noah's life, in Sophia's life but you don't, you never cared enough to find out, you were only ever interested in who would be the next one in your bed. I stopped caring about that when you fucked my best friend, in my bed, while I was giving birth to your daughter. Alone."

What? When he what? I did not see that coming. I never heard about that before. Ha, go mom. That's it, kick his sorry ass to the kerb. Judy you should do the same, see those spots? That's the leopard effect and he ain't ever changing those. Puck couldn't help but grin when Judy stepped away from his dad sightly, he had to wonder if he'd spoken out loud. Reality check, Judy. Isn't he just a great guy? What? You thought he was perfect? Just a poor, misunderstood guy? It wasn't me, I never did anything wrong, my wife just didn't understand me, yeah right, asshole, you were a prick with a wandering dick and I am not going to turn into you.

"Monica, I really don't think that bringing up the past is going to get us anywhere," Judy began diplomatically. "The issue here is these two," she said with a glance towards Quinn and Puck.

"Actually, we're not the issue at all," Puck interrupted. "We are both over sixteen, over the age of consent," he reminded them. "If we choose to have sex it is nothing at all to do with any of you," he stated.

"But Noah, look what happened the last time," his mom reminded him worriedly.

"What? Nothing happened the last time," Puck cried. "Seriously? You think we only did it that one time?" Oh how you are all about to have your eyes opened. "Last time we had sex was in New York," he informed their parents, despite Quinn tugging his hand. It was like Charlie and the fucking chocolate factory, in a great glass elevator and I know at least a dozen people saw us and I don't give a fuck 'cos it was fucking spectacular. "See, I think you're confusing that time with the first time," he explained. "Now I can't deny that the first time we had sex we forgot something fairly important, but we never have since, well, not since it mattered anyway, I mean, we didn't bother while she was actually pregnant, that would have been like locking the stable door after the horse had bolted, wouldn't it?" he laughed. Puck looked around at the surprised faces of their parents. "We have what you might call a 'booty-call' relationship," he grinned. "Like, we both date other people, right, but we get together when we want to, you know what I mean?" he asked with a wink. "What? You seriously thought I was going to have sex with Lauren Zizes? Yeah, right," he laughed at his mom's shocked and puzzled face. "No way, she's just not my type. I only dated Lauren because we needed her to make up the numbers in glee club last year when Kurt left, that's it, that's the only way she'd stay. I was dating Lauren but I was having sex with her, she was dating Finn, well, Sam first and then Finn, but she was having sex with me," he announced and pointed at Quinn. "Don't even think about denying it, let's get it all out in the open for once," he advised her. Quinn shrugged, like a 'whatever' shrug.

"Oh my God," Judy cried. "Quinn, I thought it was just that one time ever, you told me, it was just that one time," she reminded her daughter while trying to recall the exact conversation word for word.

Oh, is your daughter not quite the sweet innocent little Miss Thing that you thought she was? Oh dear me no, she's a fucking animal in bed, she likes it hard and fast and rough and she gives as good as she gets, she is a fucking supreme cock sucker, she is a deep throat expert and she doesn't have a gag reflex, need I say more? Puck turned the blank faced, eyelids at half-mast, indolent look on Judy and his dad. And whether it is here, or at your house or somewhere out there in my truck, we are getting naked tonight and she will fucking scream, so deal with it.

"Mom, you asked me that question on the night that dad threw me out," Quinn reminded her distraught mother. "I didn't lie to you, at that time it was just that one time, well actually, to be completely honest, I should say it was just that one day, afternoon, whatever, but we did it a lot, maybe four or five times?" she said, checking with Puck, he shrugged too. "So, you just chose to hear that it was only one time, same as I just chose not to update you," she added carelessly.

"So what is actually going on between you both right now?" David demanded crossly, he'd recovered a little bit from being insulted.

"What do you mean?" Puck asked. "And what business is it of yours anyway?" he countered

"I am your father," David yelled indignantly.

"What?" Puck asked incredulously, barely able to contain the laughter. "Who are you? Darth Vader?" he mocked. "Noah, I am your father," he mimicked. "No. You don't get to play that card," he informed his dad, "I haven't even seen you for five freakin' years," he reminded him. "Seriously," he said, his mood changed like the snap of his fingers, the laughter stopped, Puck became serious, "you don't get to give your opinion or ask questions at all."

"But we do," Judy announced, indicating herself and Puck's mom.

Oh joy, here it comes, you will do as we say, you won't see each other again, you will not sleep together, you blah, blah, blah...

"...are you even listening to me?" Judy demanded. "He's not, is he, he isn't listening to me. Listen here, buster," she shouted, grabbing hold of the front of Puck's shirt. "If you do anything to hurt or upset my daughter, anything at all, I'll..."

"What? You'll what?" Puck asked, looking at the woman who had her fist wrapped in the front of his shirt. "I'm not the one who hurt her, Judy, I'm not the one who abandoned her, I'm not the one who threw her out, withdrew support when she needed it the most, that was you and her dad," he reminded her. "I'm the one who did support her, I'm the one who's always been there for her, even when she didn't want me to be and I'm the one she always comes back to, time after time," he finished, panting sightly. "We're done here," he announced and left the room pulling Quinn with him, she didn't need a lot of encouragement.


"Noah?" Sophia's quiet, nervous voice outside his door made Puck lift his head, he looked down into Quinn's slightly watery eyes, at her kiss swollen lips. "Can I come in?" she asked. Quinn nodded and sat down on her side of Puck's bed.

"Sure, Soph, come on in," Puck replied with a heavy sigh. He walked round to his side of the bed and climbed on, laying on his side up close behind Quinn, her butt up against his stomach, he let one hand curve round her hip, one hand supported his head. "S'up?" he asked his little sister.

"I don't really get it. Does this mean you're our sister now?" Sophia asked Quinn. She sat down daintily beside Quinn.

"No," Puck shouted, the hand on Quinn's hip tightened for an instant.

"No, of course not," Quinn replied at the same time, but much calmer.

No fucking way, nuh uh, nope, no, nooooooo, no, no, no, never going to happen, not a fucking chance. Puck almost felt sick at the thought. I can't have thoughts like this about my sister, it's fucking illegal. Ok. How do we break them up, this Judy/David thing has to end, right now. What if he's as addicted as I am? What if it's something in their skin, like pheromones that plants and insects give off, ha, biology isn't a waste of fucking time, and actually, I really like horticulture, I could do that for a living...woah, way to get off track, numbnuts, how do we break up my dad and her mom, that's the big question..."We have to break them up," Puck announced.

"Why?" Sophia asked, she didn't get what all the shouting had been about.

"Because if they do get married it will mean that Quinn is my sister and it will mean that Beth has freaky parents and we're not even going there with that, so just listen to me and trust that I'm right, ok?" Puck informed his sister, he really didn't think it would be wise to get into a full on explanation with her right now, not unless he wanted that info to be all around Freedom Elementary School by Wednesday at the latest.

"So what should we do?" Quinn asked, she shuffled back into Puck, felt him hug round her a little bit more.

Puck lay silent as he contemplated what to do. Without conscious thought his hand meandered up Quinn's back, underneath her raggedy, skanky, triple layered, different coloured tanks with a further black lace shirt over the top. "I've got it," he announced as his fingers snapped open her bra fastening with one deft move.

"Yeah you do," Quinn sighed and glanced down at her front as her boobs dropped the teeniest amount. Despite it all, Quinn couldn't help but be impressed by his dexterity.

Puck gave Quinn a self-satisfied smirk. "Not that, but hey," he winked, "I haven't lost my touch," he bragged. "No, we get him caught with his pants down with another woman," he explained. And I know just the woman. Mrs H, you know how you keep hinting at a three-way with another guy? I think I might have to make a few arrangements, turn up late and remember my camera. Puck sighed and nodded to himself, a smug, far away look in his eyes. "Yeah," he whispered to himself. "Ok, Soph, time for you to get out of here," he said suddenly to his sister as he rocked slightly against Quinn.

"You're going to be all kissy and lovey-dovey like you used to be before, aren't you?" Sophia muttered with her nose turned up in disgust.

"Yep we are," Puck agreed, giving Sophia a huge cheesy grin. His hand curved even further over Quin's hip.

"Are you going to live here again?" Sophia asked. She'd liked Quinn living with them, her brother had been nicer to her, she'd loved watching the baby growing under Quinn's clothes, loved feeling her kick and tumble. Sophia had been sad when Quinn had left, even sadder when they hadn't brought the baby home with them, she really wanted to not be the youngest in the house.

"Nope," Quinn replied with a grin, "I live with my mom, just like you live with your mom, but I might stay over sometimes if it's ok with your mom," she added, with a glance over her shoulder at Puck. "That sound ok to you?" she asked.

"Sounds good to me," Puck agreed. "Scoot, Soph," he called as he turned over onto his back and pulled Quinn down onto him. "And close the door," he added, just in case.

"One moment, please," Puck's mom called from the doorway as her daughter whizzed past. Monica looked over her shoulder and made sure that the coast was clear. "First of all, it's good to see you, Quinn, you are looking very well," she said politely. "Now let's set a few rules," she said more sternly. "I accept that you have some sort of relationship and I'd rather know about it than it be a secret, and I'd rather you were here and safe than doing whatever out there and taking chances," she added. "That being said, Sunday to Thursday, off limits, and Noah, if you want this to happen," his mom said, pointing to them both, "your grades better make a marked improvement and I'll allow you to be together Friday and Saturday, fair enough?" she suggested.

Puck looked intently at Quinn, tried to gauge not only her reaction but her embarrassment factor, her face was flame red so she was probably about ready to die. Guaranteed two nights a week with Quinn? Hell yeah, where's the dotted line for me to sign on? Oh, grades, shit, crap. Quinn'll help me, she did before, when she lived here, she was always getting me to do my homework, a positive influence on me, one might say...who the fuck is putting words in my head? It's my head, get the fuck out. "Works for me," Puck replied quietly, his gaze still locked with Quinn's. "What does her mom say about it? I take it dad and Judy left?" he asked.

"Actually no, they're still downstairs," Monica answered. "I think your mom will want to talk to you first Quinn, and your bag is still in the living room," she reminded her.

"I'll go and talk to her now," Quinn sighed and climbed off the bed.

"Hey, c'mere," Puck called as she neared the door. Quinn turned to look at him, loved the half smile on his face, the one that always made her think he was thinking really dirty thoughts. "Come here," he repeated softly as he walked towards her. "Turn around," he said as they met. Quinn turned. "Might be better to fasten this first," he mumbled as he tried to stem the grin. "Sorry mom," he apologised as he lifted the back of Quinn's tops to refastened the pretty lace undergarment.

"Crap, I forgot that you undid that already," Quinn cried faintly, her hands had flown to her boobs to cover them then adjust the cups to fit properly.

"How could you forget? You know the fifteen minute rule," Puck teased.

"What's the fifteen minute rule?" Monica asked then wondered if she really wanted to know when she saw the smirk on her son's face.

"If we're alone anywhere for more than fifteen minutes then underwear is coming off," Puck answered with a burst of laughter. Quinn pulled a face then hurried down the stairs to talk to her mom.

"David, would you mind giving us some privacy, please?" Judy asked as Quinn stepped into the living room. "Come sit here with me, sweetie," she encouraged, her hand held out in welcome, Quinn did as she was bid.

"I know this is going to be a lecture on how bad he is for me, what a bad influence he is on me, on how much we messed up before, but mom," Quinn said, her eyes almost pleading, "you really don't have to tell me this. I know we messed up, both of us, we were equally to blame, there are so many things we could have done differently but we didn't," she said with a shrug.

"What would you have done differently?" Judy asked, shocking the hell out of Quinn.

"I wouldn't have got pregnant in the first place," Quinn answered immediately. "But that doesn't really make sense because the other thing I would have done is keep her, I wouldn't give her up if I had the chance to do it over again. If I could go back in time I'd listen and I'd answer," she whispered cryptically.

"Listen to what?" Judy asked, bemused.

"To Puck," Quinn replied and felt a warm hug envelop her. "I'd listen to him when he told me he loved me and I'd answer his question honestly when he asked me if I wanted to keep her and I'd admit the truth, I've always loved him," she admitted. "I never actually said that out loud before," she told her mom with a nervous excitement flashing through her. "So, now that you know how it's been for the last couple of years, since before I actually got pregnant," she said, plucking up the courage to just go for it with her mom. "What are your thoughts?" she asked.

"I have to admit to being slightly disappointed Quinn," Judy admitted. "I thought that you had learned your lesson the first time around and were saving yourself for your husband, I mean I know that in this day and age it's normal and acceptable to be...I don't really want to use the word promiscuous, I mean, I'm not even sure it applies if it's only with the one person. It is just the one, right? It is just him?" she asked.

"Yes, it's just him, always has been," Quinn confirmed. "And I don't know if I'd ever want a real relationship with him, I don't think I ever see it going anywhere," she admitted, "but for now, Puck is what makes me happy," she said with a sad little shrug. "And it's a long time since I've been happy."

Judy contemplated and nodded for a good long while. "Ok," she said simply. "After the summer we had, the things we went through, talked through, the counselling and stuff, I am prepared to let you have the freedom to be together. Although I must admit I am thoroughly disappointed that none of this came up throughout any of the counselling, it makes me feel like you were only playing at it, Quinn, I was baring my soul to you, I thought I would at least get honesty in return," she sighed. "But that's besides the point. So how do you think you want to work this?" she asked. "You're almost eighteen, almost an adult, you should have a say."

"Monica has agreed to Fridays and Saturdays but Puck has to make an effort at school." Quinn informed Judy.

"Then I'm in agreement, but Quinn, if your grades start to slip, it's all off, ok?" Judy said firmly.

"Thanks mom," Quinn sighed and hesitantly hugged her mom. "You don't mind if I stay here tonight, right?" she added. Judy pursed her lips and shook her head, Quinn could see that she was trying to keep the tears in.


"Yes, I really do think it's the best way," Monica whispered. "I think that if we put a veto on it, they'd find it more exciting to sneak away somewhere to be together and the chances of them slipping up and having an accident would increase because all they would focus on would be the sex part," she explained to Judy and David over coffee in the kitchen. "At least if they know they're welcome at the weekends, the chances are it'll fizzle out before Quinn leaves for college. I know when she lived here with us he used to piss her off something fierce, hopefully that wasn't just all hormones," she added with a worried frown. What she was saying made sense to Judy although she would have to work very hard to pretend that she didn't mind. Neither of the ladies thought that David was entitled to have a say. At all. And it pissed him off immensely.


"Will you help me with this?" Quinn asked as she pulled the home hair colourant out of her bag.

Puck took the box and read the instructions. "This is just like chemistry," he said in surprise. "I like the practical work in chemistry, it's the theory stuff I have trouble with," he reminded her. "Come on, let's get to it," he sighed, standing up and leading Quinn into the bathroom. "So what did you want to talk about?" he asked.

"About the summer, about Paris," Quin began as she pulled the instruction leaflet from the box, "about my breakdown," she added as though it was nothing. Suddenly a few things made a bit more sense to Puck than they had before.

"It happened in New York, right?" Puck asked. "When you freaked out and cut your hair off?" Quinn nodded warily. "Talk to me, tell me about it," he encouraged. Quinn sighed and started talking...


"Good morning," Monica said and almost choked on her coffee as she caught sight of the Quinn she recognised more readily. Gone was the pink hair and the grungy, slightly punkish, Madonna-ish, Belinda Carlisle-esque look, and in it's place was the clean cut, wholesome, All American girl that she had aways been.

"Well?" Quinn asked shyly, holding her arms out to her sides. "What do you think?" she asked then glanced down at the new wedges on her feet, they still had a bit of a rock chic edge to them, but they were certainly more her style than the grungy look she'd sported recently, and at Puck's urging, she had tossed her cigarettes too. Quinn wasn't too fussed about that, she hadn't really enjoyed them anyway, she had only smoked for effect.

"It suits you. Where's Noah?" Monica asked, just for something to say really, something to break the slightly uncomfortable silence.

"He's doing homework," Quinn announced in wonderment. "Biology homework, something about pheromones or something," she said, mystified.

"Oh my good God," Monica breathed, "wonders will never cease." Plan A appeared to be working. For now anyway.


Puck called at Dudley Road on Monday morning to pick Quinn up for school, she wanted to stop at Walmart to pick something up before they got there. "Don't take all day," Puck warned.

"You really are desperate to stay in your mom's good books, aren't you?" Quinn teased.

"Just hurry the fuck up," Puck said, the trace of a grin on his lips. Puck settled back in the driver's seat and closed his eyes while Quinn ran in to pick up whatever it was she wanted.

"There, see, we won't be late," Quinn said breathlessly when she jumped back into the truck a few moments later.


Puck held the door for Quinn to precede him into the teachers' lounge before the start of classes, Shelby was sat at a table relaxing and drinking her coffee.

"Thank you," Shelby said, slightly puzzled when Quinn handed her a gift, then sort of semi-complimented her but at the same time it felt like an insult. In a very short space of time, Shelby felt coerced into allowing Puck and Quinn to baby sit for her, against her better judgement. "How the hell did that happen?" she asked herself.

"Remember the dollar bill trick in that old movie, Paper Moon?" Ms Bletheim, the geometry teacher asked from a table in the corner of the lounge.

"Yes," Shelby replied warily, remembering Ryan O'Neal and Tatum O'Neal both doing the sleight of word trick on unsuspecting marks in the movie.

"You just got 'mooned'," Ms Bletheim informed her.

"Oh crap," Shelby sighed and rolled her eyes at her own stupidity.


Quinn's humble entrance into the choir room brought hugs and kisses from her former team mates, minus Santana, Brittany and Mercedes of course, they were all singing in Shelby's new rival group. Quinn didn't want to go that far yet, she'd play it by ear, try this way of getting to know Beth, try the baby sitting route. Mr Schue welcomed her back with open arms.

"I'm proud of you," Puck whispered as Quinn joined him on the back row to get some dance practice in, brush up on her moves. He'd worried that now she looked like the old Quinn, that she'd have just gone for the main chance and joined the rival group instead, to be closer to Shelby.

"Thanks," Quinn whispered back shyly and gave Puck the look through the lashes.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. I know we did it like a million times this weekend, but fuck me, all she has to do is give me that look and I'm hard enough to hammer fucking nails. And it's only Monday. Fuuuuuuuuuck. I don't dare ask my mom to bend the rules yet, it's only been two days. Maybe in couple of weeks. Maybe we can get together tonight to do homework and by homework I mean fuck like total 'fucking' things.

"Are you ok?" Finn asked as he took a breather. He wiped his face with a towel. "Good to see you Quinn, you look good."

"Thank you Finn, it's good to be back," Quinn replied sweetly.

Puck looked at them both and gauged their conversation. Relax, dude, Jeez, they're talking, that's all, in a roomful of people, talk about fucking jealous. I did not just say that word about me. Puck looked round slightly shocked, he wondered if anyone noticed. Crap! When did I become such a fucking douche bag?


"So if five Y equals the square root of X over nine to the power of three," Puck read out, "then it stands to reason that it must be time for a blow job," he grinned and rolled closer to Quinn on her bed. "I love doing homework in here with you," he groaned as he inched her dress up above her knees.

Puck crawled on top of Quinn, she didn't fight him off at all, in fact, she actively encouraged him. Puck's tongue left the hot cavern of her mouth to begin a tasting pathway down her throat, between her boobs, all the time shifting the crisp blue and white material of her dress out of the way. "Take it off, please," Puck begged against her nipple. "Please," he whispered hoarsely then groaned as Quinn slowly pulled the fabric apart, the tiny pearl buttons that ran all the way down the bodice to secure the dress, didn't stand a chance.

"Shhh," Quinn whispered as Puck groaned loudly the second her hand disappeared down the front of his pants. He knelt above her, across her hips, barely able to take a full breath, he held his shirt up out of her way and willed her to continue.

Thank you Lord, for abs of steel, Puck thought with a gulp as Quinn suddenly jack knifed so that she was half sat, half laid. The core strength she has there is amazing. What the fuck? Her hands are in my pants, she has a death grip on my dick and I'm thinking in terms of muscle control? Oh God, ah, ah, ah, he couldn't take a full breath, he could barely breathe at all. Puck managed to take a deep breath in through his nose as Quinn tugged the buttons on his fly open. Quinn tipped her head back as Puck's dick sprang forth and bobbled about as if searching for her mouth. "Jeez, Quinn," he groaned as she stroked her tongue up the underside of his dick, the whole way, root to tip, he almost purred when her lips closed around the tip and her tongue painted hot patterns across the throbbing head, threaded through the gold ring and gave it a slight tug. Puck yanked his shirt off, shoved his pants down then thrust his hands into her hair to control the pace, the depth.

Puck relaxed his grip as Quinn pulled back, her hand taking over from her mouth. "Did you bring any condoms?" she asked.

"Crap, no," Puck sighed then pouted as he saw a severe case of blue balls in his near future. "Don't you have any here?" he asked. Quinn shook her head. "I thought that's what you were buying this morning," he wailed.

"Nope, sorry, just the gift for Shelby," Quinn replied with an answering pout. "So sex is out of the question," she advised Puck, he almost wept.

"Any chance of finishing what you started?" he pleaded, his hand had replaced hers as she leaned back on the bed, he kept up light movements on his dick, he didn't want to lose any firmness.

"Every chance," Quinn grinned and spread her legs inside the confines of his knees. "As long as it's a bit of give and take," she murmured.

"Abso-fucking-lutely," Puck groaned and dropped his hand to feel under Quinn's dress. "Hey, where's the heart gone?" he asked, as he found smooth, bare skin under her scanty panties.

"I felt like a bit of a change," Quinn murmured. "Mmmm," she sighed as Puck stroked and teased her. "I hope you intend to use your tongue," she whispered then shuddered as Puck's fingers created such delicious sensations deep, deep inside her. Puck slid down the bed to make a close visual inspection. "Ahhhh," she moaned, her body twisting and bending with the sheer pleasure she could feel building inside her. Puck's tongue flicked rapidly over her clit to drive her to the edge. The full thrust of his tongue at her entrance made Quinn scream, she tried to keep it muted, shoved her fist in her mouth to try to keep the sound in. "Oh God," she groaned and thrust her hips up to meet his greedy, hungry mouth. Quinn tugged on her right nipple, Puck tugged on her left nipple as he feasted from her, his other hand kept up the momentum on his dick.

"Just let me," Puck groaned as he lifted his head a fraction, he looked deep into her pleasure zone. "I have to do it, I'll be careful, I promise, I'll pull out, just let me, oh God, I have...oh," he sighed as he sank into her, deep, deep into her.

"Shit, Puck, really?" Quinn hissed. "You better pull ohhhhhh, God, Puck," she almost screamed as his heavy ring connected with her cervix. "Jesus, Puck, oh God," she sighed as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Quinn, I heard a...argh," Judy cried from the doorway.

"Mom," Quinn shouted as Judy stood, rooted to the spot. "Get out," she squealed.

Puck tried his best, but unfortunately, the moment had arrived and he didn't, couldn't do as he'd promised. "Ohhhh," he groaned and collapsed down onto Quinn.

"No, no, no, no, tell me you didn't," Quinn wailed, her hands flew up to cover her eyes.

"Sorry," Puck whispered into the hot, fragrant skin of Quinn's neck. He glanced over at the now closed door. "At least your mother's gone," he grinned and tried to kiss her again.

"No, you idiot," Quinn growled. "That's it, you aren't getting any again unless there are condoms in the fucking room," she vowed, the scowl on her face made Puck think twice about arguing with her. "As it is I think the best solution is the morning after pill but I am not loading up on hormones just so that you can get your jollies raw dog," she said in a hard voice. "You have to take some responsibility here, it isn't just down to me, it's you too and I don't think my mom is impressed with our homework skills."

"I promise, we won't do it again without a condom," Puck agreed, but he couldn't stop the sigh of utter contentment. "Raw dog inside you is just fucking awesome," he murmured near her ear.

"Still not going to happen again," Quinn insisted.


"Itsy bitsy spider," Shelby informed them in a rush before she left the apartment to spend some much needed 'me time' doing just whatever the hell she wanted.

"We'll be fine," Quinn assured the nervously hovering woman. "Yes, she's a bit unsettled right now but in no time at all she'll be fine, go, go enjoy yourself," she encouraged with a wide smile.

"Alright, now you're sure you'll be ok? You have my number, right?" Shelby asked, half in and half out of the apartment.

"Go," Puck encouraged. "We'll be fine," he insisted. Go, go, go, go, just give us an hour with her, pleeeeease.

"I'm gone," Shelby said as she closed the door.

Puck waited a full five minutes before he started unpacking things from his backpack.

"What are you doing?" Quinn asked as she followed him around, watched him plant numerous items of damning evidence. "Puck, what are you doing?" she asked again, more firmly.

"I'm doing this for us, you want our baby back, don't you?" Puck hissed at Quinn. She should be helping me, not questioning me. She didn't come up with a freakin' plan, that was down to me, put this stuff all over then call CPS, we'll get Beth back in no time.

"Puck, seriously, have you heard yourself?" Quinn asked nervously. "I mean, I get why you're doing this but even if CPS took you seriously, they are not just going to hand Beth over to us. They aren't," she insisted when it looked like Puck was going to argue with her. "Think about it for a second," she said gently, leading Puck to sit down with her on the couch, Beth reached for him, to pull on his nose. "We gave her up, we signed papers, legally we don't have any right to even be here baby sitting for her, it's only out of the goodness of Shelby's heart and because she knows how hard it was after giving Rachel up that she's even allowing this. Don't blow it for us," she advised. "We have the potential here for a lifelong relationship with the daughter that we gave away, how many birth parents get that opportunity, huh?" she asked. "Noah, please, don't screw this up for us," she begged quietly, almost tearfully.

I know. She's right, she's fucking right, I know, I know, I know. Argghhh. Fuck. What was I thinking? Fucking idiot. That's what I am, a fucking idiot. My mother's right, I'm not right in the head. When would this ever have been a good idea? Puck stood up and slowly, carefully gathered everything that he'd planted. "We do this the right way, yes?" he asked in a trembling, hoarse voice.

"Yes," Quinn whispered. "I'm so proud of you." Quinn really was proud of Puck. Never before had she ever seen him take responsibility like that, usually he acted like a dick and blamed everyone else for his own failings, his own shortcomings but not this time, not when it really mattered. Yay, Noah Puckerman finally acting like a man, like a dad.