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Chapter 3- What A Mess

Disclaimer- Nope, I don't own anything having to do with Glee or its characters. I wish I did though! ;)

Sunday was a day for prayer and church, or at least it used to be. Quinn hadn't been to church since the baby had been born but she couldn't help it. Maybe she could, but she didn't really want to go get dressed up because she was exhausted, and the last thing she wanted to do was listen to some Gospel. Another thing that kept her home was Puck. He didn't work on Sundays, so he always went over to Quinn's house or had them over if his mom and sister were out of his house. It wasn't that he didn't love his mom or sister, but three's a crowd and he liked being alone with Quinn and their daughter.

Rolling out of bed and leaving unnoticed, Puck made his way to see Quinn and Beth. He'd gotten over there pretty early and was surprised to see Ms Fabray's car missing from the driveway. After parking, Puck walked up to the door and peeked inside. The lights weren't on, but he could hear something. He pushed open the door and smiled, Quinn was singing.

It was coming from the kitchen. As he rounded the corner, Puck had to stop to catch his breath. Quinn was standing over the sink giving Beth a bath. She was singing an old tune, Etta James or someone like that. Her hips and shoulders swayed in unison, and her silky golden hair sparkled in the mid-morning sun. He was captivated as she breathed the lyrics of some song about a Sunday kind of love.

He didn't want to scare her so he backed away slowly and called her name like he had just walked into the house.

"We're in the kitchen."

He smiled already knowing where she was. He went back to the spot where he was standing before but this time she turned around to see him.

Realizing the house was empty, Puck looked at her with a protective gaze. "Are you here alone?" His tone hinted at a concern, but he knew she was safe.

"Yeah. Mom went over to Kenton for the day. She's visiting an old friend or something."

He smirked. "You two want some company?"

She pulled Beth from the sink and wrapped her in the towel she had laid out on the counter. "We'd like that."

Puck's forehead wrinkled in amusement as he walked towards the sink. "Want me to take her?"

"Sure," Quinn said and she used a dish towel to dry her hands. "I put her clothes on my bed, there's a diaper too."

"Got it." Puck smiled a big goofy grin as he picked up Beth. "Let's go put some clothes on you."

Quinn turned and watched them walk away towards the stairs. She liked his protective hand on Beth's head, the way he secured her in his arms, and she loved that he turned and smirked at her before he went upstairs. Something about him had her heart racing. As she flipped the dish towel over her shoulder, Quinn smiled because she was really happy. It was pretty obvious, Quinn loved Sundays.

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Puck put Beth on the bed and then got her diaper. He'd done this a couple times, but he wasn't all that secure with his newly acquired skills. Making sure he was putting it on the right way, he gently lifted Beth's feet to scoot the diaper up under her.

"Okay," he sighed. "Now I just put this here and this here." He shrugged his shoulders happy even though the diaper looked a little lopsided. "Good enough for you?" He looked down to her and she gave him a gummy smile.

After he got the diaper on, Puck pulled a soft white onesie over her head and a tiny pair of light yellow cotton pants covered her legs. Not forgetting the socks, Puck carefully put the socks on her little bitty feet. There was a white blanket with yellow polka dots and he wrapped her up in that before he walked out of the room to go back downstairs.

He laughed at the outfit, it was very Quinn. He also laughed because it was yellow. He thought Beth looked cute for a baby, but Quinn also looked good in yellow, really good in yellow.

Quinn met them at the bottom of the stairs and smiled. "She looks good."

"What? Like I couldn't get her dressed?"

Her lip rose to give him a snarky comeback, but she retreated into a grin. "She should probably eat in about thirty minutes."

"Can't wait." He smiled at her immediate eye roll.

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After what Quinn guessed to me about 2 and a half milliliters of milk, Beth's eyelids went heavy and she quickly fell asleep. Puck put her in one of those suspension swings and turned it to the slowest speed.

"How long you think she'll be out?"

Quinn raised her eyebrows. "A couple hours, I hope."

"Well what do you want to do?" He grinned as he sat back down on the couch next to Quinn.

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

She looked at him with pleading eyes. "I'm worn out. She was up all night and I slept for two hours."

He leaned back and kicked his shoes off. "Wanna lay here together for a while?"

That's all he needed to say. She moved so quickly he was sure she wasn't really all that tired. The couch was normal in size, and the two of them fit perfectly together. Quinn nestled her head against his shoulder and he cupped his arm around her. She leaned into his side and sighed whimsically, almost like a yawn.

Within ten minutes she was asleep. He wasn't tired, but for her sake he stayed still and quiet. As she slept he couldn't help but watch. He watched the way her chest moved in slow rhythms, he smiled at the way her pinky and ring finger on her right hand curled tighter than the rest, and he also counted the freckles on her face. There was one in particular that he liked more than the others. It was a tiny speck, just on the side of her nose and it looked like a football. He'd never tell her that, he come up with a more appealing comparison, but he liked it...a lot. An hour passed and by this time his arm had gone numb. He tried his hardest not to wake her as he moved, but she did.

With fluttering eyelids Quinn smiled, "How long have I been asleep?"

"A hour."

She stretched her arms and peeked over Puck's shoulder to see how Beth was doing. She was still asleep, content on staying that way. Quinn checked the grandfather clock just across the room and then looked up to Puck.

"You hungry?"

"Sorta." They both sat up and smiled at each other. "I'll throw some stuff together."

Quinn shook her head. "I'll do it."

"Nah, I don't mind." He stood up and headed towards the kitchen.

She watched him walk away and shook her head with a sweet grin. Puck had a way about him, something that made her nerves go crazy and her inhibitions fly out the window. Quinn leaned on the arm of the couch and sighed. She bit her bottom lip at the thought of him making her lunch. She didn't care if it tasted like tar, it was the thought that counts, right?

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Beth had pretty good timing for only being about two weeks old. She let out a cry just at her parents were finishing lunch. Quinn set her bowl from a salad in the sink and went to go get her. Puck started the dishes but stopped when she heard Quinn yell his name.

"Puck, come here."

He hurried to the den and saw Quinn's arms outstretched with Beth dangling a foot away. "What it is?"

"Uh, she...she leaked everywhere."

"Leaked, what do you mean leaked?"

Quinn's eyes shot open and then he saw it. A stain, the color of pee soup, ran all the way down Beth's leg. "Oh, shit."

"Come here, help me." Quinn didn't know what she was supposed to do. "Uh, um..." The loud wails coming from Beth's small mouth weren't helping either. "I've got to give her another bath." As she walked past Puck to get back to the kitchen she told him to clean up the swing.

He swallowed the last breath of fresh air and hesitantly walked over to the still swinging contraption. Matching the stain from Beth's leg, Puck about gagged when he saw the swing. Without going into too much detail, Puck swore to himself that he'd make sure to put the diaper on right next time. He was not going to be happy if this happened again.

Puck ran to the kitchen to get some spray and paper towels, but he got distracted. Just like earlier that day, Puck watched Quinn give the baby a bath. Quinn was calming Beth down with the warm water from the tap.

"Yeah." Quinn laughed under her breath. "It's not so bad."

Beth's cries had turned into low murmurs and Quinn bent down and kissed her on the forehead. Puck leaned against the door frame and watched them. He practically forgot out the mess back in the den.

"What did your dad do?" Quinn questioned Beth with a jovial smile.

She said it, Quinn said 'dad.' Shivers ran down Puck's back and his chest filled with pride. He'd never heard her speak to Beth like that, especially with her not knowing he was only a couple feet away. Puck wondered if she did it a lot, called him dad. Not that he'd be called anything else, but the way it sounded rolling of her tongue made him feel like he was going to hit the floor. He wondered if she'd ever say that in front of him, because when and if she did, he hoped she knew how great it made him feel.

"Puck?" Quinn hollered not knowing he was just across the room.

"Yeah?"

She turned and flashed him a smirk wondering how long he'd been there. "Oh. Will you take these to the laundry room?" She held out Beth's dirty clothes.

"Sure."

When Puck grabbed the clothes he felt an electric shock as he grazed Quinn's hand. No, it wasn't a literal shock, but the look in her eye made him think she had felt something too. Puck and Quinn should have never worked, the good girl and the bad boy was just a fantasy, those relationships were for books and sappy movies. But against all of the odds they made it work. Yes, their relationship was new and they hadn't really worked out all of the kinks, but they both knew it was right. Puck and Quinn looked right together, sounded right, and felt right.

Hope you like it :)

OK guys...I've got an important question: Next chapter you have two options.

A) A P/Q fight (with a make up?)
B) A serious baby 'incident'

Both chapters are already written, but which do you want to see first? Tell me in a review. Thanks!