I'm back! I can't believe how many reviews my pitiful story is getting. Thanks for the support. As of right now I'm not 100 percent sure what will happen in this chapter but I have a starting place and an end so it's just fill in the blank I guess. I'll see where this ends up. I really wanted to add in some Quinn and Finn friendship too.

Finn glanced at the clock. It read one o'clock AM. He wished for nothing more than to go back to his bed, pull the covers over his head and pass out. Sleep had been his best friend since like as long as he could remember. Yet he couldn't because Rachel had hardly been able to sleep all night.

With less than two weeks left before her due date she was antsy and uncomfortable all the time. Despite the fact that she (and the doctors) reassured him that everything was fine and completely normal Finn couldn't help but worry about Rachel. So when she had gotten a sudden craving for a DQ blizzard he had jumped for any way to help her. Now he was slightly regretting it considering he had to get up for work at five-thirty. He supposed it would be good practice for when the baby comes around and he would be lucky to get four hours of sleep any night.

Finn reached for the keys of the car and jumped slightly to see a figure sitting on the couch. He calmed quickly, realizing it was Quinn. Quinn had been staying with the Hudsons for almost two months now. They had found her a desk job at some local insurance agency and Quinn seemed happier. She played with Andy all the time, had coffee and went to movies with Rachel, and did things that normal people did. Still, Finn couldn't help but think she still looked broken.

"Finn… hey," she said. It was hard to tell in the dark but it looked like she had been crying.

"Hey, Quinn," he said as he put a comforting arm on her shoulder. "What's up?"

"It's nothing… it's just I think I should file for a divorce, you know. But can I do that without telling… him? I just want to forget about him and never go back."

Finn nodded and squeezed her hand in a friendly way. "Rach and I will help you figure this all out. I know this really great lawyer who would be happy to help you. You know him too."

Quinn raised an eyebrow. "Really, who?

"Mike Chang, remember the football player from glee club. He lives down in Tennessee and went to Harvard Law. Rachel and I went to his wedding last year."

Her mouth dropped open. "How did I not know this?"

Finn shrugged in response. "I'll call him. I'm sure he'd be happy to help."

Quinn grinned. Finn got up and opened the door. "Where are you off to so early in the morning?" she asked.

Finn sighed. "Rachel had a craving for Dairy Queen and I just couldn't say no."

She laughed aloud at that. "Want me to come along?"

"Nah, you should get some sleep."

"I can't sleep anyway and fresh air would be good."

He shrugged. "Okay Quinn."

Quinn grinned and linked her arm through Finn's. They went out into the cool nighttime air and the utter darkness, on a mission for ice cream.

GLEE!

Quinn and Finn walked into a deserted Dairy Queen. The kid behind the counter, who looked to be about college aged had his eyes closed and was slumped over.

"Umm… hello?" Finn said awkwardly. The boy behind the counter jumped up in surprise.

"Oh… sorry," he muttered. "Welcome to Dairy Queen, can I take your order?"

Finn hesitated for a moment as the door swung open again. Quinn glanced back to see who it was and her mouth dropped open.

Quinn and Puck sat on the couch in his living room. They were watching a movie and she was leaning her head on his chest.

They were free now, until college started up next year. They had all graduated two days ago (even Brittany) and were planning on having one last summer together. Quinn was going to Ohio State next fall and it dawned on her that she still didn't have any idea what Puck's plan was.

"Puck…" she began, unsure of how to say this.

"Hmm… What is it babe?" He answered only half paying attention.

"What is your plan?"

"Plan?"

"Yeah, you know, what you are going to do with your life."

Puck merely shrugged.

Quinn sighed. "You still don't know?"

"Look Quinn, I didn't apply to any colleges because with my grades, I don't think any of them will accept me. Plus, college costs money, a lot of money, something I don't have a lot of."

Quinn frowned. "I know, Puck, but you have to have some plan. What are you going to do? How are we going to survive this?"

Puck knew that when she said we she meant their relationship. "Quinn, I don't know what I am going to do but I suppose I'll just wing-it. They say things always turn out alright in the end."

Quinn's mouth dropped opened and she got up off the couch. "You can't just wing-it!"

Puck got up too, looking angry. "And why not?"

"You can't leave your future to a matter of chance! It's dangerous," she spat back.

"You can't tell me what to do with my future!" he shouted.

Quinn sighed. "No… but I can't be with you if you don't have a plan. I need reassurance."

"Quinn! You're worse than Santana!" He yelled as he threw his arms up in exasperation.

"Fine, bye Puck," and with that Quinn stormed out of the house. Puck growled under his breath. His pride stopped him from going after her but he secretly hoped she'd come back. She never did.

"Quinn!" Finn yelled.

Quinn jumped, "yeah?"

"I asked you what you wanted. You okay?" Finn's eyebrows were knotted with concern.

"Oh… an Oreo Blizzard," she answered before glancing back to Puck.

Finn followed her gaze his expression changed to astonishment. "Puck?"

Noah Puckerman looked up and blinked. "Finn? You are the last person I'd expect to see out at one-thirty in the morning." He flashed Finn a smile but then it seemed to click in his mind that Quinn was there. His expression went from surprised to grave.

For a moment Quinn and Puck just stood there staring at each other. Finn paid for the blizzards and stared at them too. The kid behind the counter coughed.

"Hi, Puck," Quinn said quietly to the floor. The two had hardly spoken since they broke up over twelve years ago and she had done everything in her power to avoid him.

"Quinn? Hey, I didn't know you were still in Lima." He answered after a moment. Once he recomposed himself he looked like the familiar, emotionless bad boy whom she had known and fallen in love with in high school. "Yeah, I was in Paris up until a few months ago," she answered, still staring at her feet.

Puck nodded, "I've been here and there too. I heard you married some rich French snob."

Quinn cringed but nodded, her face grim. She finally had the courage to look him in the eyes; they were still as brown and unreadable as they had been before. "Yeah…. But that didn't work out so well."

Puck didn't comment again on the subject. Instead he addressed Finn. "I heard you married Berry. You have some guts. Why wasn't I invited?"

Finn gave Puck a dumbstruck expression. "You were, but we couldn't find you. In fact, no one I know has seen you since the summer after senior year. At least until right now."

Puck shrugged. "Like I said, I've been here and there. But I'm staying in Lima for a while since I landed a semi-permanent job. Maybe I'll run into you guys again." He glanced at Quinn and for one second she saw that look that she had once seen in high school. The same one he gave her when he was singing the song "Beth". But it was only there for a second and then it was gone, replaced by a smirk.

Finn coughed awkwardly. "Uh… it was nice catching up but it's almost two now and I need to get this ice cream home to Rachel.

Puck nodded but motioned for him to wait a second. "Hey, kid, you got a pen," he asked the boy behind the counter. The boy jumped but handed one to him. Puck grabbed a napkin and wrote down a number. "Call if you want to," he said handing the number to Finn.

Finn grinned and scribbled down his own number. Quinn thought that maybe Finn really had missed his old best friend after all these years. After the two had finished exchanging numbers Finn led Quinn out of Dairy Queen. She turned around and lifted up a hand in farewell.

Puck responded with a smirk. "See you around."

Chapter three is over? That was not where I was intending to go but I suppose it served the purpose. I didn't really like it all that much. Puck is kind of hard to portray too. I hope I did okay. The next chapter will be pretty fluffy.