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Quinn rolled over on her bed, looking to see the clock turning one.

The Puckerman family had been having a lazy Saturday at home with the exception of Puck, who had been gone that morning to clean Ms. Johnson's pool. Quinn hadn't exactly been thrilled about his new job either, knowing full and well that he had conquered her before. She groaned while she rolled back over, wondering when he would be back to entertain her.

The past week had been intense, seeing as the news of Puck's dad had shocked them all. He had come to the house a few times, trying desperately to see Puck, each time being shot down as Puck just wasn't ready to talk yet. Quinn knew he had become conflicted with the whole situation, remembering the man who had left him while looking at the man that was left. She had tried to talk to him again but he had shut her out, shrugging it off like it didn't bother him and staying busy in order to avoid home.

She heard the bedroom open and looked over to see a very sweaty Puck walk through, wiping his brow while he pulled off his dirty clothes.

"Woo wee," she said jokingly while sitting up, "How you doing?" Puck shook his head while chuckling, throwing his smelly shirt at her and heading to his bathroom.

"I see you've had a productive day," he said while motioning to her bunny pajamas.

"Actually I have," she said while scooting to the end of their bed, "I made cereal and changed the TV."

"Whoa look at you go!" he teased while rubbing her stomach, "And I thought I had it hard." Quinn watched as he slid off his jeans, her interest perking as her eyes took in his smooth back.

"How was Ms. Johnson's?" Quinn asked while he grabbed clean clothes.

"Fine," he mumbled while looking to her, "I mean I didn't bang her if that's what you're getting at."

"I didn't say that," she said defensively.

"You don't have to," he smiled.

"Well, you know, that's good to hear," she said feeling relieved, "I mean I trust you."

"Well, you know, that's good to hear," he mocked back, "Cause I trust you too." They nodded in unison as he made his way into the bathroom, Quinn calling out before he closed the door.

"Wait," she said getting up, "don't shower yet." Puck opened the door back and flashed her a confused look.

"I mean, I like dirty sex as much as the next guy babe, but even I think I'm gross," he said leaning against the door. She groaned at his cockiness, heading to their dresser and pulling out their bathing suits.

"Come on, lets go swimming," she smiled, handing his to him while he rolled his eyes.

"Baby I just got done fishing around in a pool," he said while taking his trunks.

"No, you just got done cleaning a pool, but you didn't get to enjoy it!" She headed to the bathroom and shut off his shower, closing the door while she threw off her pajamas.

"I don't really have a choice do I?" he asked through the door.

"Nope, not really," she answered while opening it back up, "So either you put that on yourself or I will."

"As turned on as I am," Puck said smirking, "I'm just not in the mood."

"Look," Quinn said growing agitated, "you and I have about a month left of freedom before we hand our adolescence over for a diaper bag and a baby. Now I don't know about you, but I'm not spending that time worrying about things we cant control. So you're gonna put those on and you're gonna take me to the pool and you're gonna like it, and if you don't, you're gonna pretend like you do, got it?"


Quinn had been enjoying every minute of the pool. Not only was it cold and refreshing, it was the only place where she found comfort from her ever expanding belly. She floated on her back while her tummy poked above the water, Quinn feeling more relaxed and at peace than she had in awhile.

"Its like Jaws!" Puck joked while poking her belly button, Quinn splashing him in the face as he pulled her to him.

"That is not funny," she said while rubbing her belly, "I already feel like a whale."

"Aw, your not a whale babe," Puck said comfortingly, "more like one of those cute blowfish." He received another splash of water in the face, Quinn giggling as he wiped his face.

"You're so getting it!" he growled while wrapping his arms around her chest, pulling her up and wading towards the deep end.

"You cant do this!" she laughed while trying to escape, "I'm pregnant!"

"So?" Puck asked while pretending to throw her, "The baby's already swimming in water, what harm will a little more do?" He pretended to chunk her again, Quinn squirming as she splashed wildly with her feet.

"Ok, Ok, I wont splash you!" she squealed through her laughter, "I promise, truce!" Puck finally let her go, keeping his eye on her as she grabbed a raft to lay on. He gently began pushing her around the pool, Quinn feeling spoiled at how sweet he was being.

"Thanks for this," he finally muttered after a few moments of silence, "I needed this." Quinn smiled as she patted his hand, wishing Puck could always be that honest.

"I don't wanna dwell on anything," Quinn said while rolling towards him, "but do you, I mean have you thought about any of it?"

"All the time," he mumbled while sitting on the steps in the pool, "I mean one minute I want to work things out and move on, but then I remember that he didn't care about me while I grew up so why should I care about him as he dies?" Quinn slid off her raft and plopped down beside Puck, grabbing his hand in the water and intertwining their fingers.

"You know you deserve better Puck," she said softly, "You shouldn't have been treated this way or had to wait all these years for a father, but guess what? Despite the time, you're finally getting him back. You get a chance to see him and talk to him, even if it is about his mistakes." She could feel Puck staring at her but she avoided his eyes, trying to get out the rest of her sentence without getting upset.

"Puck you're dad, while flawed and messy, he came back to you," she said while smiling, "Despite his choices and his mistakes he had the balls to come back and see you, face you and your mom even though he hurt you two so badly. I'm not saying he deserves forgiveness, but you should at least take the chance while you have it because not all of us get them." She thought about her own dad and the ruins their relationship lay in, knowing he would never find her and try to make amends. She finally turned to Puck and saw him nodding, hearing her out but not saying anything just yet.

"I know you're afraid of turning into your dad," she whispered as she leaned her forehead on his shoulder, "so go see him and find out all the things he did so you never will." Puck turned and planted a kiss on her forehead, pulling her up from the water.

"We better get going," he smiled as he wrapped a towel around her, "get you home and dry." She slid her flip flops on and headed to his truck, hopping in while he cranked it up. They remained silent on the way back, both thinking over their conversation. As they pulled into the drive, Puck stopped Quinn before she got out.

"Thank you," he said while tugging on her hand, "I don't tell you that enough, but I'd be lost without you." Quinn smiled as they got out, going inside to see Ms. Puckerman at the stove.

"Look at you," she laughed as Quinn walked in, "refreshed?"

"Very," she sighed while taking off her towel, "and hungry, whatcha cooking?" Before she could answer the doorbell rang, Puck calling out to answer it while Quinn munched on a biscuit. She opened the fridge for butter and closed it to find Puck and his dad in the kitchen.

"Mom," he said nervously while shoving his hands in his pockets, "can uh, can he stay for dinner?"