"Quinn, it's going to be fine." Puck attempted to soothe the blonde who he was sitting across from. They were sitting in Dairy Queen, and Quinn was being very quiet, hunched over her bowl of vanilla ice cream. She looked up at him through her eyelashes. "You're not the one who is pregnant again. You're not the one who has to go through everything again. You're just the one who keeps on forgetting to put a condom on. Think about it for a bit, try and put yourself in my shoes. Then try and tell me it's going to be fine." She muttered her voice sharp. Her eyes moved back down to her ice cream, her lips pursed. Puck moved from his side of the booth, coming around to sit next to Quinn. He sat down, his arm snaking around Quinn's waist. "Your right. I'm not the pregnant one and I am the one that forgot to put a condom on. But, I am much more than that. I'm the father of a baby. I am your boyfriend. I'm going to be in this pregnancy just as much as you are. I may not be the one carrying the baby, but that doesn't matter." Puck spoke. Quinn slowly lifted her eyes. Puck smiled ever so softly. "Y'know what babe?" He spoke softly. "What?" Quinn asked, a little shakily. "I love you." He lifted her face with his hand gently, pressing his lips to hers. Quinn blushed, and when he pulled away, she nuzzled her face into his neck. "I love you too." She spoke softly, letting her eyes close.
Quinn was very content with cuddling with Puck. She was currently lying down on his bed, her face half buried into his pillow. Puck was half hugging her, propped up on an elbow. After Dairy queen, they had come home. His mother and sister weren't home, so they had taken the opportunity to cuddle in his room. Quinn sighed softly, a small smile gracing her lips. His mother arrived home with Katelyn and then she went to find Puck. She knocked on his door. "Who is it?" Puck hollered. "Mom." She replied. "Alright, come in." Puck called back. His mother opened the door. "Am I interrupting?" His mother asked, taking a few steps into the room. "Not at all. What's up?" He asked his mom. "Oh, I just wanted to ask how the doctor's appointment went." She spoke nervously. "It went fine." He reassured her. "Quinn's over two months pregnant, she's healthy, it's all good." Puck patted Quinn's stomach. "Well I'm glad your healthy sweetheart." His mother smiled. "I'll leave you two be then, but I'll holler when lunch is ready." She backed out of the room, the door closing behind her. Quinn chewed at her bottom lip, her eyes nervously darting to Puck. "What's up, butter cup?" Puck asked, a light smile playing on his face. "I'm just worried about school, when everybody finds out." She barely shrugged her shoulders. "Well, let's face the obstacle when it comes time." He pressed his lips to her hair. "I'm going to go help your mom." Quinn moved his arm, sliding off the bed. "Be careful, egg head. We don't need flour all over the floor." Puck teased. Quinn stuck her tongue out at him before walking out of the room.