A/N: Welcome to chapter 4. This chapter features Puck's view of things a little bit more heavily than Quinn's. Just a quick note about the time of year for this chapter...I made it so that Sectionals were a little bit before Thanksgiving, so this chapter is close to three weeks after that. We are into December so in the next chapter look for Hanukkah, Finals, Christmas, Winter Break and New Years! I hope you all enjoy!

Disclaimer: Glee belongs to FOX and Ryan Murphy. I just enjoy it immensely.

Quinn stretched her arms over her head and readjusted the pillows behind her back for about the fifth time in an hour. She couldn't get comfortable on Puck's bed, but there really wasn't anywhere else for her to sit since Puck was occupying his desk chair and she pretty much hated it, too. Exasperated, she let out a sigh.

"Are you OK?" Puck asked, but didn't glance away from his computer screen.

"Yeah, I guess. I just can't really get comfortable. My back is kinda sore."

"I think I can help you out with that."

"How?"

"Sit up and scoot up," he said as he climbed behind her. He started to massage her shoulders before making his way down her back, applying gentle, but firm, pressure. When he hit a certain spot her back arched slightly. "Does that hurt?"

"No," she replied quietly. "It actually feels really good."

"Yeah?"

"Mmmhmm."

He kept up the massage with one hand while he moved his other hand up to sweep away the hair from her neck and pressed his lips against the warm flesh.

"You smell really good," he muttered against her skin. She leaned back into his chest and he wrapped his arms around her.

"You're really comfy," she said and laid her head on his shoulder.

"At your service," he grinned and craned his neck and kissed a line from the corner of her eye down her jaw. So far, Puck had been very cautious when it came to physically expressing the way he felt about Quinn. A few kisses here and there was all he dared to attempt because he didn't want to pressure her or do anything that made her uncomfortable. Quinn didn't seem to mind at all, turning her head to allow him better access. He awkwardly kissed the side of her mouth, but that wasn't good enough for her, so she turned in his arms and wrapped her own around his neck. When Puck heard a small moan escape from her lips he broke the kiss, lifted her into his arms and laid her down on the bed, keeping the distance between them close. He looked down at her for a brief moment, just long enough to take in the sight in front of him before he joined their lips together once more, lacing his fingers through her silky blonde hair.

If someone had told Quinn a little over a month ago that she would be making out with Puck on his bed (which she just so happened to sleep in) in his house (which she now called home) she would have thought they were insane, and yet, there she was. Kissing Puck had been good that one other night, but this was different because she knew that it wasn't just the fact that she had been upset that night and Puck offered her a shoulder to cry on this time. It was just Quinn and Puck and everything they felt for one another. She was nearly gasping for air when he moved his lips back to her neck and let his hand glide down her body, over the small mound of her belly, to rest on her sweatpants-clad thigh. Quinn bit her lip and smiled as she ran a hand over his Mohawk to the back of his neck. Just as Puck moved back to her mouth his bedroom door burst open.

"Dinner's ready!" Sara exclaimed. "Oh…sorry."

"Damnit, Sara," Puck cursed, scurrying off the bed. "Do you think you could learn how to fucking knock?"

"Puck," Quinn hissed, sitting up and smoothing down her hair. "Language."

"If you so much as breathe a word of this to mom I will murder you."

"Why would she care? Quinn's already knocked up."

Sometimes, Quinn was surprised at how much Sara knew for a ten-year-old girl, then, she remembered that Puck was her older brother.

"Sara," she tried, attempting a softer approach. "Please don't say anything."

"What's in it for me?"

"Are you serious?" Puck asked. "What do you want?"

"Five bucks."

"Forget it!"

"Oh, Mom!" Sara said, moving towards the door.

"OK, fine!" Puck reached for his wallet and pulled out a bill. "All I have is a ten."

"Works for me."

Sara snatched the money from her brother's hand and left the room quite pleased with her blackmailing skills.

"Sometimes your sister is so much like you that it scares the hell out of me."

"Yeah, I know."

"We should have locked the door."

"My mom won't let me have a lock on it," Puck said.

"Gee, I wonder why," Quinn replied and rolled her eyes.

"I'm sorry we don't have more privacy."

"It's OK. I've told you, I'm just happy to have someplace to live."

"Come on, you know you can bitch to me."

"No, I can't."

"Aren't we trying to be honest with each other?"

"Fine," she said letting out a sigh. "I kinda hate the fact that we don't have privacy, and sometimes, I wish we had more space, and I'm pretty sure your sister ate my cookie dough ice cream."

"I'm sorry, if I had a job we could save up for our own place."

"Our own place? Puck, we're sixteen, we could never afford our own apartment. I still don't, I mean," Quinn stammered. "I still don't even know if we can keep her."

Puck felt like her had been smack in the face with a two by four. They hadn't really talked about keeping the baby or putting her up for adoption, but he assumed that with Teri Schuester out of the picture, they would raise their daughter together. He had said it before, they could be a family.

"You don't want to keep her?" he asked with a hurt filled voice.

"I never said that. Of course I want to keep my daughter, but how can we? Where is she going to sleep? In a drawer? There isn't room in here for a crib."

"I'll get a smaller desk."

"Puck," Quinn pleaded, a sob rising in her throat. "Just stop."

"I'm sorry. I don't want to pressure you, I just…"

"I know. I just still need some time to think. I just moved in with you a few weeks ago and we just started dating. I still need to wrap my head around somethings."

"Yeah, I get it," Puck said, kissing her forehead. "We should head down to dinner."

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That night Quinn woke up with the urge to use the bathroom so she carefully shrugged out from under Puck's arm and padded her way across the hall. Once she returned to bed, she tried to fall asleep, but her daughter was telling her that she wanted ice cream, like, now. Quinn glanced at the clock and sighed. 3:25AM. Puck was going to hate her. She rolled towards him and gently shook his shoulder.

"Puck," she whispered. "Can you wake up?"

"Hmm? What?" he said, sitting up with a start. "Is everything OK?"

"Yeah, I just, umm, want some ice cream, or, I should say, the baby does."

"Right now? What time is it?"

"Almost 3:30," Quinn replied, feeling awful. It was the first time she had woken up with a pregnancy craving in the middle of the night. She knew they were coming, had anticipated them, but she still felt guilty.

"Jesus, Babe, it's the middle of the night."

"I know."

"We can't leave Sara home alone. My mom's working."

"I know, I'm sorry."

"You won't be able to sleep until you get some, will you?" Puck asked, sitting up. Quinn shook her head. He took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. "What flavor do you want?"

"Mint- Chocolate Chip, please."

"Alright," he said putting a coat on over his wife beater and bending over to tie his shoes.

"Puck," Quinn called after him as he headed out the door.

"What?"

"Thanks."

Puck drove to the 24 hour CVS about five minutes away and trudged through the store. It's way to fucking bright in here, he thought. He found a pint of ice cream, threw in a package of Hostess cupcakes for good measure because if it was chocolate Quinn would probably eat it and grabbed a bag of Funyons for himself.

"Nighttime munchies?" the clerk asked him as he rung up the items.

"No."

"Kind of a weird combo dude."

"Can you stop talking to me?" Puck asked, clearly becoming annoyed. He paid, grabbed his bag and left. When he got back home, he found Quinn in the kitchen, stirring something on the stove.

"Are you making more food?" he teased lightheartedly.

"No, I made us some hot cocoa," she replied pouring the rich drink into two mugs and carrying them over to the table. Since she felt so badly about making him wake up so late at night and drive to get her food, Quinn wanted to do something nice for Puck. Hot cocoa was her go-to remedy for nearly everything.

"Thanks. Is that my sweatshirt?"

"Umm, yeah, I was cold when I got out of bed and my sweatshirt doesn't really fit anymore, so I grabbed yours. Do you mind?"

"No," Puck replied, studying her for a moment. Her hair was a bit of a mess and she wasn't wearing any make-up, but he still thought she looked pretty. "It looks good on you. Here's the ice cream, and I got you cupcakes, just in case."

"Awesome," Quinn said. She pried the lid off of the pint and sunk her spoon into the ice cream. "What else is in the bag?"

"I got myself some Funyons."

"Oh, OK."

Puck opened the bag and he and Quinn ate in relative silence until he noticed she was staring at him, or, to be more specific, the bag of chips in his hand. She had this look on her face that he had never seen before and he swore, if her mouth were open, she would be drooling.

"You want one?" he offered and held the bag out to her.

"I've never had them before."

"Are you kidding me?"

Quinn shook her head. "No."

"You seriously need to try one then."

She reached out, took one of the ring shaped chips from the bag and sunk her teeth into it. Oh holy cow, she thought. These are so good. How in the world have I never had these before? They always looked so disgusting before.

"Oh my God," she said as she chewed.

"I guess you like it, because you look like you're having an orgasm."

"Shut up and give me another one."

Later on, after they had settled back into bed, Quinn turned towards Puck. She was still feeling terribly guilty, but now that feeling was compounded.

"I'm sorry I hate all of your Funyons," she said sheepishly. "And the cupcakes."

"I bought the cupcakes for you," he smiled and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "And don't worry about it. I shouldn't have known better than to offer them to you."

"If you wouldn't have offered, I would have taken them anyway."

"This is true."

"Thanks for going," she said, rubbing her hand gently over his chest.

"Anytime babe," he replied. Puck smiled in the dark as he brought her hand up to his lips.

"We should get some sleep. You have a game tomorrow night."

"Are you coming?"

"Of course, and I'm bringing your sister."

"We're not going to win."

"That's OK. I just like to watch you play."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," she replied. "You look pretty good in your uniform."

Puck just laughed and bent down to kiss her. "'Night, Quinn."

"Don't you mean 'good morning'?"

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"Hey Hummel, I wanna talk to you."

"Me? Why?"

"I have a favor to ask you."

"Sorry, Puck, you're not really my type," Kurt said as he opened his locker.

"I'm being serious, man."

"Why should I do you any favor? You've thrown me in the dumpster for months."

"I have done that in weeks. Besides," he said, lowering his voice. "It's not really for me, it's for Quinn."

Puck knew that would be his in. Ever since Quinn had asked Kurt to make Rachel over, they had formed an unusual and unconventional friendship, along with Mercedes, of course.

"I'm all ears."

"I want to get a job to prove to her that I can take care of her and the baby. I know your dad owns a garage, do you think he would hire me?"

"Can you even fix cars?"

"Yeah," Puck replied, slightly offended. "Would I ask if I couldn't? My grandpa taught me a lot about cards. I'm especially good with older cars."

"I'll see what I can do, but I can't promise you anything."

"Awesome, thanks Hummel."

"Don't thank me yet. I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing it for Quinn, who, for some God unknown reason, has decided to give you a chance."

As Kurt strutted away Puck heard a familiar voice calling his name and he smiled.

"Puck?"

"Hey Quinn, what's up?" he asked kissing her cheek.

"Why were you talking to Kurt?"

"Oh, you know, just shootin' the breeze," Puck lied.

"With Kurt?" Quinn asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, we talk."

"About what?"

"Guy stuff."

Quinn just arched her eyebrow. Puck knew that she was suspicious, but he didn't want her to know about his plans just yet.

"Yes, that's right. Come on, I'm hungry and I want to eat before my game."

"Why do I have the feeling that you aren't telling me the whole truth?" Quinn asked, but didn't bother with anymore questions. She had learned that there were just some things she didn't want to know.

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That night, after the basketball game (they lost, of course) Puck had a text from Kurt.

Kurt: Be my dad's garage 8:30am 4 an interview.

Sweet, he thought.

The next morning, Puck snuck out of bed without Quinn noticing. Thank God she is a pretty sound sleeper, he thought on his way to Burt Hummel's garage on the other side of town. Normally, Puck loved sleeping in on Saturday mornings. His mom would go to Temple in the morning but she no longer tried to drag him out of bed to go with her. Sure, he would go for the important holy days, but Saturdays were for sleeping in, especially now that Quinn was living with him. The weekend was their time to stay tucked in bed together until noon, or until Quinn had to get up to go to the bathroom, relax, listen to music and just be with each other. That Saturday was different, Puck hadn't minded getting up early, and he was actually kind of excited.

"You must be Puckerman," Burt Hummel said, extending his hand as Puck walked up to him. "Kurt's told me about you."

"Yes, sir," he replied, wondering just how much Kurt had said about him. He was nervous now. What the hell? Noah Puckerman didn't get nervous. Noah Puckerman had also never really done anything so important before in his life. Quinn needed to see just how serious he was. He felt like he was constantly trying to prove himself to her, but he would do whatever it took. He wasn't a deadbeat like his dad. He never would be. He couldn't even make it through the school day without texting her, how could he ever even imagine leaving her?

"You know anything about cars?"

"Yes, sir, my grandpa taught me a lot about them. He restores classics as a hobby so he pretty much showed me everything."

"See that car down there at the end of the garage? Change the oil on it and come and get me when you're done."

Puck changed the oil and cleaned the windows for good measure. Altogether, it took him about twenty-five minutes.

"Need some help?" Burt asked when he walked into the storefront.

"No, I'm done."

"I'll be the judge of that, let's go have a look."

Burt inspected the work Puck had done. He changed the oil correctly, quickly and cleanly.

"I need someone to change oil, rotate tires, stock parts, and take inventory, that kind of thing. You think you can handle that?"

Hell yeah, Puck thought, but settled on another "yes, sir," instead.

"Can you work nights and weekends?"

"Well, I have practice every day until five and some nights I have games."

"Come after practice on Monday and bring your schedule. Let's try for Mondays, Wednesdays and Saturdays, at eight in the morning. I'll pay for twelve buck an hour to start with and we'll see where it goes from there."

"Thanks Mr. Hummel, you won't regret this."

"I hope not. We'll have a set of coveralls ready for you on Monday. We're open until 9 because we get a lot of business from people who work all day. Don't be late."

"Thanks again," Puck replied as he shook Burt's hand.

It was 9:30 when he got home and Quinn was still sleeping peacefully. There was something about her at that moment that Puck found completely irresistible. He didn't know if it was her hair lying in disarray over the pillow, hey slightly parted lips, the way she tucked one hand just under her chin while the other rested on her belly, or the fact that she was wearing his hoodie, again, but he could barely keep himself from reaching out and touching her. He considered letting her sleep, but he was too excited and they had fallen asleep pretty early while watching a movie after his game. Puck carefully sat next to her on the edge of the bed and brushed a stray hair away from her face.

"Hey beautiful," he said when her eyes fluttered open.

"Hi," Quinn breathed her voice thick with sleep. "What time is it?"

"Only about 9:45."

"Why are you up?"

"Because, I've not big news. Quinn, I got a job, like a legit job, one that doesn't only last for one season."

"What? Where?"

"Kurt's dad's garage. He's paying me twelve bucks and hour."

"Wow, that's great!" Quinn exclaimed, sitting up. "When did you find out?"

"Uh, just this morning. I had an interview and he had me change the oil in a car and offered me a job."

"Is that why you were talking to Kurt yesterday?" she asked, stretching her arms and back. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I didn't want you to get your hopes up. I didn't even want to get my hopes up."

"I'm so proud of you."

"You sound like my mom."

"Did you tell her yet?"

"No, she's at Temple with Sara."

"So you decided to wake me up?" Quinn asked playfully.

"I woke you up because I want to take you to breakfast to celebrate."

"You're amazing! You got a job and I get bacon."

"I told you I would take care of you both. Now, you have fifteen minutes to get ready."

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"Hey Mom, can I talk to you for a minute?" Puck asked a few days later. It was late and he had just finished up his homework after getting home from work. Quinn was in the shower and so he took the opportunity to sneak away for a few minutes. Puck was relieved to find his mother still awake in the family room.

"Of course," Ruth Puckerman said, looking up from the bills she was paying. "What's on your mind?"

"A lot, actually. I know we don't get to talk much, but I wanna thank you for everything with Quinn and the baby. I don't know what we would do if you weren't so good about it."

"Quinn's a sweet girl, even if she's not Jewish. I know you care a lot about her."

That's an understatement, Puck thought. He cared about putting together a good performance for glee. He cared about practicing his three-point game. He cared about getting to the next level of Super Mario. He loved Quinn. He had never said those three words to any girl. Ever. He still hadn't even said them to Quinn yet because he was too afraid of how she would react. He had watched her, in the non-creepy/non-stalkerish way, for a long time. He had wanted her the entire time she was Finn's and now that he sort of had her, he didn't want to scare her away. Deep down inside, he was afraid that, even if he told her, she wouldn't say it back and that would probably kill him.

"Yeah, I think she really likes being here, but I know she wishes she had more privacy or more space. My room isn't huge."

"Why do I have a feeling I know where this is going?"

"Because you probably do. Mom, I was thinking, maybe Quinn and I could move down to the basement. Hear me out. It still has all of the furniture from when Aunt Hannah was living down there after she moved back from college. I could repaint and clean stuff and decorate. There would even be a room for the baby."

"Has she decided to keep it?" his mother asked curiously.

"She said she still isn't sure. I know she wants to, I can see it in her eyes, but I know that she worries about space and she doesn't want to be a hassle to you. Now that I have a job I think she is leaning more towards keeping her. I could even pay you rent and…"

"Noah, I am not taking your money to live in my house."

"Is that a 'yes'?"

"I'm not in love with this idea," the older woman said with a sigh. "But I also understand. I think part of me just wants you to stay my little boy forever, but I know you can't. You're having a baby. You're turning into a man right before my eyes. You had the guts to come and talk to me about this like an adult, so, yes, you and Quinn can have the basement."

"Thanks Mom," Puck said standing up to hug her. "Don't tell Quinn yet. I want to surprise her. She thinks it's pretty nasty and full of asbestos down there."

"Why does she think that?"

"Because, that's what I told her. It's all part of my plan," Puck replied with a devious grin that his mother knew all too well.

"You scare me sometimes Noah," she said patting his cheek before heading up to the kitchen.

"Hey, that's funny because Quinn said the exact same thing the other day."