Puck and Quinn are in the back seat of the family's pick up truck. Quinn is looking out the window, getting a feel of what this town is like. Everything they pass seems to have the name 'Puckerman' in front of it. Puckerman Photography, Puckerman Antiques, Puckerman Carpeting, etc. She takes her sunglasses off and looks at Puck, then down at his carry on seated next to him. The tag reads N. Puckerman. She whispers to him,

"Noah. Noah! Noah!" He doesn't seem to hear so she punches him hard in the arm.

"OW! Please don't abuse me."

"You didn't tell me about all the family business', honey."

"He was probably just being modest, dear." Annie calls from the front seat.

"Oh." Quinn says, and throws in a smile for good measure.

They arrive at a dock, the sea filled with all different kinds of boats. Quinn gets out of the truck and grabs her bag. Puck looks out at the view and smiles.

"What are we doing here? Shouldn't we be checking into our hotel right about now?"

"Oh, we canceled your reservation." Ruth tells Quinn and she quickly turns around. "Family doesn't stay at a hotel. You're gonna stay in our home" Quinn puts on her best smile.

"Oh, great! Great." She turns to Puck and whispers, "WHAT?!" Puck is currently taking all three of Quinn's suitcases out of the truck.

"Oh God, you're gonna wanna use your legs to lift that one." He walks to his Grams and mother. Annie stops him,

"Puck, help her with those."

"Oh I'd love to but she won't let me do anything. She insists on doing it all herself. She's one of those…you know feminists." They all look over at Quinn, struggling with her suitcase. They all walk ahead of her. Quinn is lagging behind, the wheels of her Louis Vuitton suitcase getting stuck in the cracks of the dock.

They all get to the small boat, Annie is sitting on the boat and Ruth is standing up as Puck throws all the luggage down. He takes Quinn's Louis Vuitton carry-on bag and carelessly throws it, landing slightly in the water.

"Oops, five second rule." Quinn is behind him in panic, softly cursing to herself. Ruth lifts it up,

"Got it! I got it." Puck turns to her,

"It'll dry right off." Puck climbs down the wooden ladder.

"Hey, hey. Noah, I am not getting on that boat."

"You don't have to. See you in a few days."

"Hey! You know I can't swim!" She whispers.

"Hence the boat." She rolls her eyes and starts breathing in and out. Puck jumps off the last step on the ladder. "Come on." He tells her, and opens is arms up to ease her nerves. She starts to walk slowly towards the ladder. "Come on, here we go" She puts her bag down and turns around, putting one heel on the ladder. "Looking good, boss. Take your time though."

"Shh." She grabs her bag and puts it safely on her arm.

"She comes with a lot of baggage." Annie says to Ruth from the boat.

"Just gonna give you a little hand here" Puck reaches up and puts his hand on her ass.

"Hand off ass. Off ass." He removes it and backs away. She reaches the last step.

"There you go." She struggles to find the end of the pier, "You're there" She wiggles her foot and lowers until she finally hits solid ground. "Congratulations. I am now a hundred years old."

They're all on the boat, Puck is steering. Quinn is the only one in a big red life vest.

"Here we are! We're home." Ruth calls out. Quinn looks over and sees a giant white mansion.

"That is your home? Who are you people?" She says to herself as she looks around the land.

They get off the boat and are walking up to Puck's house.

Why did you tell me you were poor?"

"I never said I was poor."

"Yeah, but you never said you were rich."

"I'm not rich. My parents are rich."

"Okay, you know what that is something only rich people would say."

"Hey Puck! Welcome home!" They hear from afar. Puck notices a few different neighbors around their house.

"Puck? As in hockey?" Quinn looks at him confused.

"Mom…what's this?"

"Am I supposed to be calling you Puck?"

"Just a little welcome home party! Is that a crime?" Puck's annoyed.

"I mean the only person that call me Noah is my Aunt Tracy and cousin Meredith, but that doesn't really matter."

"Just 50 of our closest friends and neighbors!" Annie says excidedly.

"Puck? Were you good at hockey."

"Short for Puckerman…they started it in football and it stuck."

"And Quinn they're all excited to meet you!"

"Oh, lovely." Quinn pauses and turns behind her to Puck. "Really? A party?"

"Yeah, I guess so. Come on let's go, my grandma's moving faster than you." She aggressively pulls her bag and starts walking.

-"So nice to meet you, Quinn. Welcome to Sitka" Quinn shakes their hands.

"Nice to meet you too." Quinn continues to make her rounds.

"Quinn, nice to meet you"

"My pleasure, nice to meet you." They round the corner together.

"Why didn't you tell me you were some kind of Alaskan Kennedy?"

"How could I? We were in the middle of talking about you for the last three years." She yanks him around the next corner.

"Okay, you know what time out for a second okay? This constant bickering has got to stop or nobody is going to believe us. People need to think that we are in love-"

"That's no problem. I can pretend to be the doting fiancé. That's easy. I'm worried about you, because for you it's going to require that you stop snacking on children while they dream."

"Very funny, when are you going to tell them we are engaged?"

"I'll pick the right moment"

"Hey, Puck. Hi!" Puck rolls his eyes at Quinn and then turns around.

"Mrs. McCarthy, Mr. McCarthy how are you" They hug and Quinn follows him over. "This is Quinn"

"Hi. Pleasure" She shakes their hands

"So I always wanted to know what a book editor does."

"That's a great question." Puck's dad enters from around the corner. "I'm curious to know the answer myself."

"Hello, Dad"

"Son."

"This must be Quinnie"

"Uh, Quinn"

"Joe. Pleasure to meet you."

"Pleasure's mine."

"So, uh, why don't you tell us all what a book editor does, besides taking writers out to lunch and getting bombed."

"Now that sounds like fun." Quinn forces a smile out. "No wonder you like being an editor." Mrs. McCarthy says to Puck.

"No, no. He's not an editor, he's an editor's assistant. Quinnie here is the editor."

"Quinn."

"So you're actually Puck's boss?" They both nod. "Well, how bout' that."

"I think I'll get a refill." Puck's dad takes a last drink of his scotch and leaves the room.

"Charming" Quinn looks at Puck, eyebrow raised and Puck walks away after him.

"That's a hell of a first impression, Dad."

"I mean, what the hell Puck. You tell us for years how much you hate the woman and now you bring her into our home and tell us that you guys are dating. How am I supposed to act?"

"We just got here. Can't we wait two seconds before we start arguing again."

"Just never figured you a guy to sleep his way to the middle."

"Actually, I'll have you know that Quinn is one of the most respected editors in town.

"Oh please, she's your meal ticket, and you brought her home to meet your mother."

"No, she's not a meal ticket, Dad. She's my fiancée."

"What'd you just say?" He looks at him furiously.

"You heard me. I'm getting married." Puck walks to the living room. "Attention everyone! Attention, I have an announcement to make. Quinn and I are engaged." Quinn spits out her water all over the bartender. "Honey! Where are you?" Quinn pops into the room. "Up, there she is." They both stare at each other for a few seconds, yelling at each other with their eyes. "Come on down here, pumpkin."

"Ok." Quinn mouths to herself and walks over to Puck. Everyone starts clapping.

"Look at her, just look at her!" Puck says to the crowd that has formed. "Right there ladies and gentleman, there she is!"

"Congratulation, Puck!" A few different people shout.

"Oh thank you, thank you."

"Get the champagne!" Everyone grabs classes and a neighbor pops a bottle of champagne.

"So that was your idea of the perfect time?" Quinn says through clenched teeth.

"Mmhm"

"Cause it was brilliant. Just brilliant timing." She says sarcastically.

"Puck. Hi." A beautiful woman walks up to Quinn and Puck.

"Rach? Oh my god, hey, hi. Wow." They embrace in a hug. "How you doing? I didn't know you were gonna be here."

"Oh well, your mom probably wanted it to be a surprise. So…surprise!"

"Right…"

"And…we're being completely rude. Hi."

"Oh God, yes. This is my ex…"

"Hi, I'm Rachel." They shake hands. "Well, congratulations, you guys."

"Thank you."

"So…did I miss the story?"

"What story?" They say at the exact same time. Rachel looks at Puck,

"About how you proposed."

"Oh how a man proposes says a lot about his character!" Annie yells from the other room. They both nod.

"I would actually love to hear the story, Puck, would you tell us?" Ruth says.

"Yeah!" Everyone in the room chimes in.

"You know what, actually, Quinn here, she loves to tell this story, so I'm just gonna go ahead and let her do that." Puck walks next to his mother and sits down. "We should all just sit in rapture." Quinn clears her throat and walks forward.

"Wow, uh okay. Where to begin…this story. Well wow, okay well, PUCK and I were about to celebrate our first year working together. And I knew that he had been itching to ask me to marry him for some time, but he was scared. Like a little tiny bird. So, I started leaving him little hints here and there because I knew he wouldn't have the guts to ask-"

"-that's not, that's not exactly how it happened."

"No?"

"No. No. I mean I picked up on her stupid little hints. This woman is about as subtle as a gun. Yeah, what I was worried about is that she mind find this little box-"

"-aw the little ceramic box he bought and painted in the shape of a heart. And I opened that tiny little pink box and inside were these tiny little hand-cut heart confettis. And once they cleared and I looked down and saw the most beautiful, big-"

"-fat nothing. Nothing. No ring."

"No ring?" His mother says quietly.

"No, but inside that box, underneath all that shit, there was a handwritten note with the address to a hotel, date and time. Masculine. Anyway, naturally Quinn thought-"

"-I thought he was seeing someone else. It was a terrible time for me, but I went to that hotel anyway. I went there and I pounded on the door, but the door was already unlocked. And as I swung open the door, there was Puck-"

"-standing"

"-kneeling-"

"-like a man-"

"-on a bed of rose pedals, in a tuxedo. And he was choking back soft sobs, and when he held back the tears and finally caught his breath he said-"

"-Quinn will you marry me? And she said yes. The end. Who's hungry?"

"That..is quite a story." Ruths says slowly.

"Puck, you are so sensitive" Annie grabs his hand.

"Hey let's see a kiss!" Someone yells and everyone starts clinking their glasses.

"Kiss!"

"Give her a kiss!"

"No, come on!"

"Come one, do it!"

"Okay, alright. Here we go." Puck grabs Quinn's hand and kisses it. "There"

"Kiss her on the mouth like you mean it!" Annie yells at him.

"Kiss her! Kiss her!" People chant.

"Okay, alright. Here we go." They both look at each other hesitantly; they tilt their heads, keep their eyes open and peck.

"Oh Puck, Give her a real kiss!" Someone else yells.

"Why don't we just do it" Quinn whispers to him. He leans in and kisses her. Quinn is shocked, her cheeks start getting warm and she closes her eyes. Puck is confused as ever to enjoy this kiss. They both pull away, staring at each other, confused as hell. Annie gets up from the couch and hugs them both in a group hug.

"I'm so happy for you two! So, so happy!"