The year after the New Directions lost regionals was the year after Beth was born; also the year in which Quinn and Puck continues their relationship.

"What are you doing Friday night?" asked Puck.

"I don't know. Probably just hang with Mercedes." she replied while walking pass the hall. It's so good to be back in my Cheerios uniform. It's been so long and it was so hard to lose all that weight I gained since the pregnancy. "Why?"

"What makes you think I'll let you back in the squad? You look like you swallowed two whole lot of that Aretha kid in that little glee club of yours," said Coach Sylvester.

"I may have gained a little weight over my pregnancy, but I swear I'd lost them all during the summer," she pleaded.

"What do you have to offer to this squad?"

"A little Miss Sue Sylvester perhaps." She smirked.

And that hit me. It was hard enough that she got pregnant with Puckerman. Do I really dare ruin such a gift from God that just so happens to be like me? thought the Coach.

"Get back in shape and lose that preggo weight or you're out," she said, "Becky! Get in here! Now!"

"You wanna go out with me instead?"

Quinn stopped and looked at him. She tiptoed and whispered in his ear, "I'll think about it." She then walked away.

She is so hot. I'm proud of myself to know that I tapped that. thought Puck.

Every now and then, Puck would do something out of character. Like buy her sweets, flowers, or when he's in the mood, he'd write songs for her. That made her wonder what she did to deserve the way she was treated by him.

"What are you thinking about?" asked Mercedes when Quinn and everybody else were having their lunch.

"I'm wondering if why the Mckinley badass suddenly becomes more mature and sweet after the whole babygate thing. And if he really cares about me or if he's just sticking around because of the kid."

Kurt snorted, "Where'd you get that from? Santana again?"

Quinn shook her head, "This one's all on me and out of curiosity."

Her two friends burst into laughter. Quinn put on an all-innocent look on her face. "Why in the world would you think that?"

"Because he's Mckinley's bad boy. The badass. Who would believe there's a real man behind all those steroids?"

Kurt chuckled at that one, but apologized when Quinn gave her 'the look'. "He loves you, Quinn. It's obvious! He'd never rooted for a girl this long. I'm surprised that you haven't been coming to us crying yet. But I guess it's because you're special to him."

Quinn said, "Special like what? Like 'I've been the only girl he got pregnant' special? Beth could be the only reason he's like this toward me."

"Could be. Or it could also be because he truly loves you."

A few minutes passed with silence between the three of them, until Puck suddenly pulled out the chair beside Quinn and said, "Didn't see you at Mr. Schue's class today."

"I had some business to attend to." Quinn answered as Kurt and Mercedes scooted a little to the other side to give them some privacy.

"What kinda business? Does it involve some other guy?"

Quinn raised a brow, "Yes. I had to clean slushie all over Kurt's face."

Puck looked at his hands that were rested on his lap and tried another topic. "So, thought of Friday night yet?"

"I'll tell you when I do." She replied, quite annoyed.

"Tell me why you're mad or I'm gonna lose it. Seriously. What's wrong?" he whispered.

Kurt and Mercedes, who were secretly eavesdropping, shared a glance and knew what had to be done. They stood up and left the two to talk without company. It took Quinn a lot to stop herself from following after them.

"You honestly think I would get with some other dude? At a janitor's closet maybe? Well, I'll break your ice. I'm not that kind of person." Quinn planned she'd follow after the two divas, right then and there, but was stopped when Puck laid his hands, that were rested on his lap, on top of hers.

"I didn't mean it like that. But there were rumors about you and that blond one. And it's hurting my rep to say this but I got jealous, especially when you and that big mouth hit it on in just seconds." He admitted.

Quinn smiled, "I could just easily relate with Sam, but he's nothing more than the way Artie is to me. But you, you're like the gift I never got in Christmas."

Puck smiled back and with that, they both knew the trust issues were long gone…or so they thought…


"Why are you all dolled up?" asked Mercedes.

It was the Friday night that Quinn and Puck planned their date on. It was taking her forever to finish her make-up.

"I have plans with Puck tonight," she said while putting back the cosmetics she held on the hairdresser.

"You need me to help you with the curling iron?" she offered.

"Sure. Thanks, that'd be helpful." Quinn handed her the iron while putting mascara on herself as well. She wished it was her mom that was helping her right now, but she guessed Mercedes probably cares more about her than any of her relatives right now.

She remembers sending her Aunts letters, asking for help with Beth. But their replies were all informing her that her parents got to them first and had broken the news. And it seemed from those letters that they want nothing to do with the baby or her.

They broke the news to Puck's side of family, and some were quite pleased while some actually sent cash to help them financially. So when Quinn got embarrassed of how Puck's family has helped, she finally sent a letter to both her sister and her dearest grandmother. She knew her grandma would be less than pleased and would be the most upset of all her other relatives.

As it turns out, she was mad, but she sees the mistake that Quinn's parents had made, and she opposes the idea of kicking out a pregnant teenager without anywhere to go. So she gave her some money to help her and to go off with a good start with the kid and the father. While her grandma helped financially, her sister sent her the assurance to assist them if anything ever comes up, quoting:

I'm so sorry to hear the news, Quinnie. I know how disappointed Mom and Dad must be.

Anyway, I talked to Grandma and she told me she sent you money already. So, all I can give you is help, I guess. If you'd ever need help or what-so-ever, you can just call me and I'd be willing to help. Please, I would like to meet your baby one day. I would love to hold her, if you'd let me.

Take care, Quinn.

P.S. My phone number's at the bottom of the letter, and so is my address.

Those letters were the few reasons why Quinn is still being strong about this whole baby thing.

"Quinn, there's someone at the door for you," said Mrs. Jones after she finished putting on her boots.

"You ready?" asked Mercedes.

Quinn smiled to the mirror reflection of herself and nodded. She slowly descended down the staircase, through the living room, and reached the door. A smile still plastered on her face.


Puck was wearing a white T-shirt and leather jacket when he reached his destination. He brushed his hand on his Mohawk and knocked. A man answered the door and called for the girl he was waiting for. He waited for a few minutes before the girl came out, with a smile at first, but it slowly turned upside down with a matching glare.

"What are you doing here, Puckerman?" asked the black-haired girl that stood before him.

"No time for questions, just get in the truck!" he commanded and walked himself into the truck.

Rachel was still in shock that she just stood outside of the car door. She didn't get in cause she was still hoping that Finn would suddenly appear to get her.

Puck's phone buzzed in his pocket, "Yeah?"

"Is Rach with you?" Finn asked from the other line.

"Yeah. She's wouldn't get in ma'truck. How's Quinn doing?"

"She's pissed. I think she has a knife in her purse to finish you off later." Puck laughed.

"Give me fifteen minutes and I'll be there," Puck slid down the window on the passengers' side and said, "Get in." She hesitated a little but went in eventually.


Quinn asked, "Finn, is Puck even coming?"

"Just give him some more time. I know he'd be here eventually."

She slouched and played with the strap from her purse. But as 5 minutes passed, she got really impatient and said, "I'm so outta here." She struggled with opening the door because she's never really been in Finn's car before.

"Whoa! Easy there. I'm here!" Puck said, appearing suddenly from the car beside Finn's.

"Dude, what took you so long?" Finn asked.

"Your girlfriend won't stop talking that I got distracted a lot. But we're here now. Let's get inside. We'll park at the north wing." Then all the sudden, Puck's truck started moving away as his voice faded.

"Am I gonna have a date with him or with you?"

"You'll get your time," was all that came out of Finn's mouth.


As it turned out, Finn and Puck took both girls to watch some musical performance by some famous artists. Both girls were overwhelmed and thanked them for the unforgettable night. But after all that, they went to BreadstiX for dinner (in separate tables). And that was the biggest surprise for both the ladies' night.

"Quinn, I was wondering if you'd like to come live with me. At our basement."

"What?"

"Hear me out. I know it'd be weird and I know you'd probably say 'no', considering that you're happier living with Mercedes now. But I would like you to consider it," he paused, "Beth needs both her parents. And it wouldn't be enough for all three of us that you only spend time with her during the week days, and me on the weekends. So if you'd just agree with me."

Quinn's mouth dropped, "You want me to live with you again? But your mom, the stares-"

"Or at least think about it."

"I will. Don't worry," she smiled.

"Thanks."

"So, what's with the double date?"

"Well, we know that you both like music. And we thought, 'why not?'." He answered.

"Ohh.."

"Quinn?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you, Quinn," said Puck.

"I love you, too."


"I'm so happy with all this, Finn. The night is just perfect!" Rachel said, "Well, the part with Noah was not the best of my night, but this dinner at BreadstiX and the musical, it was perfect!"

"I'm glad you liked it, Rach." Finn smiled, but then he saw Santana suddenly came in the restaurant and frowned. She slowly walked until she reached the table behind Rachel and said.

"On another date with Miss Little Manhands again? Finn, you just never get tired, huh? It's pathetic!"

"Hey! Don't talk to my girlfriend like that!" said Finn.

"Aww…Finn, you never mentioned that you were this protective about your girl. Cause you sure weren't like this with me the night when we hit it on. We also had a connection." She smirked and left.

"What night?" Rachel exclaimed.

"Let me explain."

"No! I'm tired of this! You ask me out and expect me to just take in about what happened with you and Santana? Just tell me, is it true?"

"Rachel…"

"Is it?"

He then nodded.

Quinn and Puck heard the shouting and ran after Santana when she ran out.

"What is it with you, Santana? Can't you get a decent relationship that you have to ruin every single one that you see? That's childish, even for you!" she shouted at the parking lot.

"I can get one if I want one! And it's not your problem so stop bitching around," said Santana. "And why'd you bring Puckerman with you? Figured you'd lose at a cat fight?"

Puck flinched, "Back-off!" that made her leave.

Quinn thought it was probably because they were once a thing, but then she remembered Puck's fights with some other guys, and they were never pretty. He wrapped his arms around her neck and went back in the restaurant.