This is in Quinn's P.O.V. I decided to pick up where we left off. So anyways…i h0pe u guys enj0y..=))

And I do not own Glee

I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe I said that. I couldn't believe that it came from my mouth. I never imagined in my lifetime that I would ever say it. At first I thought it was the hormones talking but then I realized that it came from my heart, at least, at the very bottom of it. I've heard (overheard) a lot of jealous girls who tried to ruin my life say that I had no heart. If I did, it would've been frozen and had 0.1% chance of running in it's normal state. I didn't want that to let it get to me so lying about falling in love was easy. You only had to watch a couple of romantic movies like The Notebook and you can search the internet and search for it's quotes and stuff. I had to admit that falling in love did seem like an option for me because let's face it…who doesn't want to be in love? They say it's the best feeling in the world. I just wanted to experience it. "I love you" was so overrated but yet people still seemed to fall for that. So me saying it sounded almost unreal to my ears. But it's a feeling ,right? Not a word?

Puck looked startled and shocked and happy at the same time.

"What?"

Did he really want me to repeat it? "I love you Puck."

He looked down as if he was trying to recollect his thoughts. He forced a smile. I could tell because I do it all the time. You can see the difference between a real smile and fake one. All you had to do was look in the eyes.

"That's just the hormones talking." He said, letting my hands. It felt as if my heart dropped with it.

I looked up at him blankly. Hormones? I know you can't substitute hormones for love. But then again…I didn't even know what love felt like. So how could I know? I'm no expert. And I could tell that he isn't. We were both unsure of how we were going to live together. How we would manage. My baby bump was starting to get bigger and I knew morning sickness was going to be hell for me. Plus I had school. Which means I had to face Finn…at least just for five days a week. But then Finn was always with that kindergartner with man hands. I could tell how they look at each other. It was something Finn and I never had with each other. Finn was really sweet but sweet cannot cover for romantic. Finn and….R…Rachel. Gross. Then there was Santana. She would totally give me the stink eye. I would consider Santana as my best friend even if she was a total bitch but then again so was I. But she would totally say something about stealing Puck away from her. Did they even have a relationship? I mean, the kind that didn't involve sex every twenty minutes?

Then there was me and Puck. During our sophomore year, we had a…I really don't know how to describe it. It wasn't a fling, that's for sure because we didn't have sex…yet. But it was definitely something else. He told me he wanted to be with me. But then I blew him off for Finn. I couldn't be with him but yet I wanted to. I could tell it hurt him but in the end it would hurt us both because his reputation a McKinley's womanizer and me, being McKinley's golden girl would be as controversial as the stupid theory about Jesus and Mary Magdelene. I hate to admit it…but it was real. Finn and I have kissed multiple times but it felt sluggish and meant nothing. But Puck was different. We kissed under the bleachers, the janitor's closet and in his car even before me and Finn officially became a couple and it was amazing each time. It meant something. But what Puck and had was over. But always thought to myself, What was it that Puck and I had? It's not a fling, we didn't date…so what is it? Is it…love? But how could I know when nobody ever did.

"Yeah. You're right." I said, looking down. It felt painful against my throat. As if the words had jagged edges. I could sense Puck exhale in relief.

"Look, are you sleepy or something?" He asked, lifting my chin so my face so we were face to face. I nodded. It was like, only eight, but I felt like I just came out from the party, dancing all night. Puck disappeared in the hallway. I crashed on his bed, my eyes glued to the ceiling as if it had stars stuck to it. I examined the room. There were several band posters on the walls and I could only make out Kings Of Leon, 30 Seconds To Mars, Goo Goo Dolls, The Who and U2 and Queen. The rest were guys with long hair and guitars on them. I turned to the side to look out the window. But instead, I ended up smelling his pillows. I really liked the way Puck smelled, even when he was sweating. It was like I was an aphrodisiac.

Puck came back inside with a mattress and set it on the floor beside the bed. I sat upright and leaned forward to get out but then Puck said, "No. You're staying on the bed."

I shook my head. It felt silly sleeping in someone else's bed. Especially since I was only a guest. "C'mon Puck this is your room."

"No it's my choice. You're pregnant. Would it be better if I slept on the sofa?" Puck said, gesturing to the door. It sounded like a demand more than a question. The bed was kinda big, just perfect for two people. Plus, the mattress looked like it had been tossed in the gutter a couple of times. He already looked doubtful sleeping on the mattress.

"The bed's pretty big isn't it?" I said, gesturing to the bed. He just shrugged.

"I guess."

I pouted, I knew my charm was irresistible to him. As it was to everybody.

"Why? Do you want me to sleep…beside you?" He said, his face was unsure. It was kinda cute. I nodded slightly.

"Well…"

"Please." And I knew that he would nod.

"Okay. Fine." He moved out and carried the mattress with him. I tiptoed downstairs and drank some water. I heard someone come in the kitchen. It was Puck's mom. At that moment I felt totally intrusive. I felt a little water dribble out of my mouth. I wiped it with the back of my hand. "Mrs. Puckerman. I just came in for a glass of water."

She nodded. "I want to tell you something Quinn. And I think it's very important that you know." My heart was pounding. Did she want me out also? I could tell that this was just as uneasy for her as it was for me.

She cleared her throat and said, "I just want you to feel welcome in my home. Puck speaks about you often and I can tell that he really likes you. More than he's ever liked anyone for that matter. He told me that he got you pregnant and at first I didn't know how to take it. But then I realized that…that I love my son and I want to see him happy. When he talks about you he looks like he could…like he can take on anything. So when he told me you were going to live here…I felt happy. I really, really want you to be happy here Quinn. Not just for Puck but for the baby and you. I will do everything I can to make sure that that baby will be healthy and happy."

At first, I didn't know what I was going to say. I was speechless. Did she really mean that?

"Thank you Mrs. Puckerman. That was really kind of you. But I plan on staying here until the baby is born."

"But where will you stay after?"

I really didn't know. Even if I did…how would I manage in a place all by myself? "I don't know."

"Well, let's think about that later. But now, why don't you get some sleep? Sleep is really good for the baby. And you. It looks like you haven't slept in ages."

"Okay Mrs. Puckerman. Good night."

She bided me good night and I slipped inside Puck's room. It was still pretty unbelievable that she said all those things.

I opened the door to Puck's room and my eyes widened and my mouth dropped. Puck was half-naked and only wearing sweats.

"Anytime you want to close the door Quinn." He muttered and slipped on his white v-neck shirt. I silently shut the door behind him. "I'll leave you in here to change." He said and slipped out. I quickly changed into my newly purchased silk pajamas at the maternity store. I knocked on the door twice to let Puck know I was done and he slid inside. I laid down on the bed and turned to face the door. Puck turned off the lights. The room was only lighted by the moonlight flooding outside Puck's window. I felt Puck slip beside me and he said, "Good night Quinn."

"Good night Puck."

Everything was pitch black and I was running. Why the hell was I running? Why was everything so dark? I seemed to be running to this figure in the distance. The figure was glowing in the darkness and it seemed to be holding something close in his or her arms. "Quinn." An voice whispered. It was everywhere but it came from nowhere. As I was a hundred feet away, I was wrong about who the figure was. I thought it was Jesus. But it was actually Puck who was holding a baby in his arms. I realized it was my baby. No, our baby. "Quinn." The voice said again. As I was only three feet away, I couldn't run anymore. It was like I was stuck. Puck smiled at me. I couldn't help but smile back. I reached out for Puck to give me the baby but then out of nowhere, Santana came up. Her smile was devilish and evil. She reminded me of the Disney villains, like that fat octopus in the Little Mermaid or that ugly green devil in Sleeping Beauty.

Puck gave her the baby and she said while staring down in a pity/fuck you sort of way at the baby, "You know, you're actually pretty cute. Too bad your mother is a slut and in the second you're born, she'll leave you and you'll never see her again. Let alone know your name. I'm sure she won't even give a name to you since you're only a distraction to her. Poor, little baby." She held out the baby as if she was going to give it to me and she accidentally-on-purpose dropped it. The baby screamed and cried and Santana covered her hand with her mouth and said, "Oops." The baby fell into the darkness and I could feel hot tears streaming down my face. I looked up to see Santana laughing along with Puck, who still had a stupid grin on his face. "

"You bitch!" I screamed and ran out to tear out her eyes. Rage, filling every fiber of my body. I couldn't move. I was frozen to the spot. Once Santana stopped smiling, she reached out to Puck and gave him a tongue bath. It was like someone purposely superglued my feet to the floor just so I could watch them make out. My heart felt hollow, fragile and it felt like a broken vase, still together but held on with the meek strength of tape. It felt painful at the same time, like it had been torn apart. Then I started falling into the darkness. I didn't have time to scream. I still didn't believe what I had just seen.

I opened my eyes. My face felt hot and tears were on my face but my body felt as cold as ice. My heart was beating really fast and a cold sweat poured on my face.

"Quinn? Quinn? Are you okay?"

I turned to see Puck's face, twisted into concern. I wiped the tears from my eyes. "Quinn?" He asked again.

"Bad dream. It was nothing."

"Nothing? You were screaming." He said, curling his hand around mine.

"It's just nothing."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure Puck. Let's just…go back to sleep." I said.

"Well, I was already awake because you kept tugging on my blanket. And then you started screaming."

"Sorry. It was just a really bad dream." I said, looking down. Puck put his arm around me and I leaned into him, feeling a warm sensation spread through me instantly. "If this is what'll get me a good night's sleep then…it's a pretty good deal." He said. "Now, go to sleep."

I closed my eyes and everything felt calm. To be honest, I had nightmares since Coach Sylvester kicked me off the Cheerios. And each time it ended with tears. Then when I would close my eyes again, it was the same thing all over again. But now, in the arms of Puck, I actually felt very comfortable. And for the first time when everything else in my life was falling apart, I slept easy. And for the first time since I was plagued with nightmares, this time, it was just me and Puck.

Author's Note: The part about when Quinn talks about her past relationship with Puck, I sort of took it from a book called Glee: The Beginning. There are chapters in there that has PLENTY of Quick moments. All the more reasons to love Quick. =))