Authors Note: I realized the reason I've brought a young Sarah into this story is because of my self conscious yet very conscious need for a certain Beth. That's why she's so little rather than whatever age other people make her out to be.

Thanks for the couple of wonderful reviews I got; if you have any criticism I'm open to it!

The next Wednesday Quinn spent most of the afternoon talking with Sarah about all sorts of things. For a 4 year old, she was good at keeping a decent conversation once her shyness had worn away. Quinn's interest was sparked in her after meeting Sarah's older brother Noah (now formally called Puck). The Puckermans seemed so intriguing to her for some reason. The way the functioned as a family all together made Quinn more and more curious.

"…and so that's how he made our microwave explode when he made me dinner." Sarah spoke of the incident as if it were nothing out of the ordinary but went into such intricate detail like it had changed her life. Quinn laughed at the story the whole way through, imagining Puck as the working mother making Sarah dinner while the real Mrs. Puckerman was at work.

"So your brother takes care of you a lot doesn't he?" Quinn asked sitting down on a bench near the outdoor playground, shortly after Sarah joined her.

"Well yeah, except this summer he was away a lot cleaning those…those swimmy things."

"Pools?"Quinn raised an eyebrow at the girl's confusion on the word.

She nodded her head solemnly playing with a blade of grass she picked up along the way of their walk. After a moment of silence she began to ramble on like she usually did. "I've never been in one, well I did once actually but it was really scary. Noah took me to that place where everybody swims this summer and tried to teach me how to swim, but I didn't stay in the water too long." Sarah said recollecting all that she could of the event.

"Just keep practicing." Quinn recited the phrase her mom would always tell her when they talked about how harsh Coach Sylvester had been at practices. "Have him take you again, I'm sure you'll get better." She smiled down at Sarah.

"Yeah…maybe you could come with us!" Sarah smiled excitedly at the thought of it.

"Maybe," Quinn said wondering about the idea herself, they'd probably look like a family she imagined it out in her head. Noah and her being the parents of their small child Sarah, and the father figure teaching her how to swim while Quinn would watch with a smile plastered on her face. "That would be fun…" she continued thinking on. All the thoughts of the two girls were broken by the small rusty bell that hung under the roof of the day care. "We should probably head in." she said hopping up having Sarah follow back inside, even though it would be a bit before Puck came to pick her up.

They sat back in at the same small round table as the previous time; except this time a little more surprised to see that he came earlier making it there at 2:30.

"Ready to go?" he smiled at Sarah grabbing her backpack off of the table for her.

She nodded. "Noah, can we get ice cream today?" she asked quietly slipping her coat on.

He looked over at Quinn for an answer from her, she wasn't sure why but smiled at the girl's simple request bringing back thoughts and memories of when she would ask her dad to go out for ice cream and the one simple smile would get him to say yes.

Without her request being answered she began telling Puck about her day with Quinn like she wasn't even standing there except for the occasional glance over to see if she was telling the story right. Both Puck and Quinn leaned up against the small kitchenette counter while Sarah continued on with the day's events.

"I also told her about the time you were making me macaroni and somehow you managed to make the microwave explode while you were talking on the phone." She giggled hoping to make her brother crack a smile as well remembering the time.

"Oh did you now?" he smiled over at Quinn. "Sounds like you two had quite the day…" he trailed off.

"We did didn't we Sarah?"

The little girl nodded grinning up at the two of them. "She should come with us to get ice cream."

"Oh I don't know if we can-"he started to explain.

"I scream for ice cream!" she yelled stomping her foot on the ground.

He looked helplessly over at Quinn, "Would you like to come with us to go get some ice cream."

She giggled at the two of them and nodded her head. "Of course as long as Sarah is going." She winked at the little girl who was now excitedly running out of the door to the parking lot. Puck and Quinn walked behind, both staring as she trotted off to his truck pulling on the locked door.

"Here Sarah" he smiled contently opening the door for her and helping her into the car seat. Then opening the passenger door for Quinn. "After you." He smirked shutting it behind her. Puck's truck was filled with a musky scent of sweat mixed with cologne, and the floor was covered with food wrappers and Red Bull cans.

"Sorry about the mess.'' He mumbled shoving most of it back by Sarah.

"It's fine." She smiled buckling her seatbelt. The thought that if Finn had found out that she had gone to go get ice cream with football teammate, Noah Puckerman, little sister or not, crossed her mind but never had time to process consequences when he turned on the radio at a stop light looking for something decent to listen to. Quinn stopped worrying and smiled to herself feeling lucky to be spending time with the oh so peculiar Puckermans.