The backyard was dotted with people in cutoffs and tank tops, clutching red plastic cups. Bunches of red, white, and blue balloons swayed in the soft June wind, adding a festive touch to Puck's going away party.

"Quinn!" Rachel said, hugging her neck. She whispered into Quinn's ear, "Finn told me the news. Congrats."

Quinn eyed Puck suspiciously, "You told!"

She tried to punch him, but he jumped away laughing. "I couldn't help it!"

Quinn arched her eyebrow, scowling at him.

Puck leaned in, and kissed her on the cheek. "I only told Finn."

Quinn rolled her eyes and handed him a spatula. "Get to flippin those burgers Puckerman."

He swatted her behind with the spatula and him and Finn headed toward the grill. "Love you too baby."

Rachel and Quinn went into the air conditioned house, chill bumps rising up on her bare arms. She pulled the bowl of potato salad out of the fridge and sat it on the counter.

"So are you excited?" Rachel asked pulling back the plastic wrap on the potato salad.

Quinn sprinkled some paprika into the bowl as Rachel stirred. "More than ever. I want a boy, but Puck is so obsessed with having another little girl."

Rachel giggled. "So she can be daddy's little girl?"

Quinn nodded. "Let's get this stuff out there and help them. Look how high that fire is, He's gonna scorch his eyebrows off."

Puck flipped the burger, the flame scorching dark grill marks into the patty.

"It's pretty cool, about you and Quinn and the baby." Finn said holding out the plate for Puck to flip the burgers on to.

Puck smiled. "Yeah life doesn't get much better than this. I just wish I didn't have to leave."

Finn shifted his weight from foot to foot. "Yeah dude but it's only three months. It'll go by so fast!"

Puck sighed. "I hope so."

Puck glanced over at Quinn, in a flowy yellow sundress, a small flower clipped behind her ear. Her skin glowed, her face radiated warmth and joy. She was so happy. He glanced at Finn. "Hey Man can I ask you a favor?"

Finn nodded. "Yeah dude anything."

"Take care of Quinn for me. And my baby."

Finn slugged him on the arm. "C'mon man of course. You know I would of anyways."

"What are you two talking about?" Quinn said, walking across the yard toward them.

"Just talking about how we should bust out that 'Natti Light and get this party started!" Puck said, grinning.

XXX

The Sun had faded into the horizon; soon the yard was dark except for the soft twinkle of the patio lights. The last guest had left and the small backyard was empty except for Quinn and Puck. Quinn bent down to pick up a beer can and Puck rushed to her aid. "Let me get that!"

Quinn giggled. "I'm only a few weeks along. I can handle this. Besides, what am I going to do when you leave?"

Puck stuck out his bottom lip. "Not fair."

Quinn smiled at him, as she threw the can into the trashcan. "I'll be fine."

Just then Sleeping At Last song, "Turning Page" came on the radio. Puck smiled at her. "Listen. It's our song." He wrapped his arms around Quinn's waist and began to dance with her. He murmured the words to the song into her ear, his breath tickling her neck, as he slowly stroked her cheek. "I've waited a hundred years. . . But I'd wait a million more for you. . . "

Quinn rested her head on his shoulder and Puck kept singing although he changed the words this time. "I would have known. . . What I've been living for. . . Oh I'll only be seven thousand miles away, but I'd walk a thousand more just to get back to you."

Quinn pressed her lips to his, Puck cradling her chin ever so gently. He led her into the house where they became a tangle of arms, legs, and desire. He laid her down on the bed, the soft moonlight coming through the window, illuminating her soft feminine curves. He pressed a kiss into her forehead and she pulled him down, so their lips met. He slipped the sundress off over her head, leaving the delicate material to wrinkle in a pile on the floor. His tee shirt was off in a matter of seconds, her hands grazing the tan flesh of his back, still warm from the sun. He kissed her, his body blending into hers. His fingers danced through her long blond waves, sending shivers down her spine. Her hands surfed his body, liquid passion coursing through her veins. "I love you." She murmured as she threw her head back and drifted off into a cloud of bliss.