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A/N: More AU interaction from QUICK. Ryan Murphy, how you denied us!
Quinn text Puck after dinner. She asked him, no told him to come and pick her up.
*U wnt 2 fck me 2nite? Cum get me*
Quinn sent another text too.
*U R dumped* to her 40 year old skater boy.
She got a bag ready to take with her for school tomorrow. She told her mother quite bluntly what she was going to do. Her mother was shocked enough at the change in Quinn. She'd come home from school with pink hair and horrible, black, ripped skank clothes. Now her hair was blond again and she was in a pretty dress and wedges. Judy wasn't quite prepared to hear that her daughter was going to stay out all night with the father of her child and that she had every intention of making another child with him.
"Quinn, please don't do this. Be reasonable. Think about your future." Judy tried to talk to her.
"I. Don't. Have. A future." Quinn managed through gritted teeth. "I don't have anything. But I will have soon. As soon as Puck can get me pregnant. Then I'll have a future. And you know what mom? Fuck you. You kicked me out before, just do it again, I don't care." She left the house as she heard a truck pull up outside. "There, chew that Judy Fabray. Part one complete." Quinn thought to herself.
Puck was pleased to see that his instructions had been followed. The pink hair and the skank clothes were gone. She was Quinn again. She had a bag with her so it looked like she was ready to stay the night. Had she got rid of the dopehead? That was the burning question. If she had he could cut off the supply straight away. He wouldn't need to keep paying for the dipshit skater boy to be too doped up to fuck anybody. He could fuck who he wanted as long as it wasn't Quinn Fabray.
Quinn got in the truck. She didn't turn to look at Puck. She stared straight ahead. He didn't talk to her. He drove to his house in silence. He didn't help her out with her bag. He opened the door and went in the house without waiting for her. He walked straight up to his room expecting her to follow. She did.
"Skater boy gone?" he asked. Quinn nodded.
"I've met your demands, I have a few of my own" she stated, her voice just as hard as his stare. "Number one, you don't get to fool around with anyone else, not even Santana when she decides she's into guys again, no one. Number two this ends either when we graduate or when I get pregnant, whichever comes first. And number three, don't ever treat me like a whore again. I'm not your fuck toy. In return you get to fuck me whenever you want or whenever I want"
"That's it? Your demands?" He asked. "You just want some more Puckerman DNA?"
"That's it. I can't have Beth back so I'll have her brother or sister." Quinn stated, her face set like stone, daring him to refuse.
"What about the whole we're not parent material thing?" Puck asked, remembering what she'd said in the bathroom.
"I never said anything about you being involved. You just supply the sperm, that's all I want from you."
"I'll give you what you want but you don't get to do it alone. You want a piece of me then you're stuck with me. Forever. Is that what you really want?" He asked, watching her face.
"Is that the only way I'm going to get what I want?" Quinn asked. Puck nodded. Quinn thought about it. Well, Quinn pretended to think about it. She'd banked on this being his answer. Quinn had spent the last year missing him. She'd tried to smother that feeling by dating Sam but he'd bored her. She'd moved on to Finn but even when she'd tried making out with him he just didn't turn her on. She wondered when the right time to tell him that there would be no way she was getting pregnant for at least another 4 years. That's how long she had left with the implant in her arm. Thank God for modern technology. The one thing she was sure of was that he was so desperate to have her that he would offer her anything. Even though he made it sound like a demand. The old films were right, let him chase you till you catch him. Noah Puckerman, you've just been caught. There would be no way he'd be letting her go at the end of the year. Quinn would make damn sure of that. "Deal. What if you can't manage it again? I mean, Jacob Ben Stupid did report that you had a vasectomy last year and you confirmed it. Even though I didn't believe you." Quinn asked, really just trying to get a rise out of him.
"I was 17 years old. What doctor in their right fucking mind is going to give a 17 year old a vasectomy? Everything is still intact." Puck pointed to his crotch. "Want to give it a try right now?"
"That's what I'm here for." Quinn replied and started to take off her dress.
"Noah? Are you in there?" came the voice of his mother through the door.
"Yeah, mom, I'm here." he answered, sighing, watching Quinn let the hem of her dress drop back down.
"Who are you talking to? Don't tell me you've got a girl in there with you. We've talked about this before, Noah." Deborah Puckerman tried the handle of her son's door. It was locked. "Noah. Open this door. Right now."
"Chill mom, it's just Quinn." Puck said opening the door to his mother.
"Oh. Quinn." Deborah said in surprise. "How are you?" She really didn't know what to say to her.
"I'm fine, Deborah, how've you been?" Quinn answered, her voice soft and normal. "I hope you don't mind if I stay here with Noah tonight. It's been a bit rough at home with my mom and dad's divorce and everything, her drinking and stuff." Quinn managed to let her eyes fill with tears. "I really need to be with someone who understands me." she let her voice trail off to a whisper.
"Oh, yeah, of course. No problem. That's fine honey, you can stay as long as you want." Deborah wasn't really very good with feelings and emotions. She'd had to hide her own for so long it made her uncomfortable to see other people's. "Just….be careful, alright?"
Deborah closed the door behind her. "Fucking great. She'll be checking the bin for used condoms now, just to be sure." Puck muttered.
"Tell her I had the contraceptive implant. That'll set her mind at rest." Quinn offered. She could honestly say now that she had told him the truth.
"I'll wait to see if she asks. We good to go?" Puck was feeling very good to go. He had been since she had walked in to his room. He hoped it was going to take a long time to get her pregnant this time. If it was the same one shot deal as last time he'd know that God just had it in for him. He felt bad about the way he'd treated her this afternoon, he didn't really feel like being a bastard to her all the time, he just liked the role play and he knew she did too. Right this second he wanted to throw her on his bed and lick every inch of her. In fact, fuck it, that's what he was going to do. "Fabray, take off the dress." Quinn complied, but only because his voice was soft and husky, not harsh and demanding like it had been at school, and she wanted it too. "And the underwear." She did. "Turn around then take off the shoes." Quinn twirled very slowly to face away from him then followed his instructions…..
