A/N: Aw, last chapter, but on the bright side, 'Fuinning In The Blanks' will be starting up again soon! Enjoy and should you have a moment, please review!

Song: Ever Ever After
Artist: Carrie Underwood


"Wow Quinn," Puck commented, smirking at her from where he stood. "Have you gotten bigger since the last time I saw you?"

"Bite me Puckerman," Quinn shot back at him as he walked over to join her on the couch.

"I was kidding," Puck enlightened her, grabbing the remote from her hand with some force and changing the channel. "You are such a bitch when you're pregnant. Are you aware of that Fabray?"

"I'm a bitch when I'm not," she reminded him smoothly, taking the remote back from him in one swift motion.

When he reached out for the device again, she slapped his hand away.

"I swear Puckerman," Quinn warned him through clenched teeth. "You steal my remote one more time and I'm going to go all batshit crazy on you. Do you understand me?"

"Alright, alright!" Puck promised her. "Jesus and all along I thought Finn was exaggerating about that unstable mind of yours."

It took him a moment to realize what he had just revealed to her.

Oops.

"He said what?" Quinn screeched, muting the TV and whirling around to confront him.

"Uh, did I say unstable?" he questioned, chuckling nervously. "I meant to say brilliant."

"What did Finn say exactly?" the blonde pried, gripping the remote even tighter in her right hand.

Oh crap. Thankfully, he had a sharp mind.

"Why are we talking about Finn when you should be concentrating on Patrick Dempsey on your TV screen right now? Hmmm?" Puck asked, attempting to change the subject. "Made Of Honor, right?"

"27 Dresses, James Marsden," she corrected him without missing a beat. "Stop trying to change the subject, Puck. Nothing gets past this brilliant mind. You meant to say brilliant, right?"

When he opened his mouth to respond again, she narrowed her eyes in an attempt to instill some fear into him.

I dare you to even try to spout off a lie again.

Puck sighed, reluctant to turn his best friend in at first. Thinking about the alternative (aka facing the wrath of a very pregnant Quinn Fabray), however, changed his mind.

"He came over to vent a little last night," he revealed, shuffling a little closer to her like he was telling her some big secret. "Apparently, he wanted to repaint the nursery and you flipped out on him?"

"He wanted to paint half of the room grass-colored green with footballs and shit everywhere and then paint the other half rosy pink with unicorns and rainbows!" Quinn protested in an attempt to justify her actions.

Alright, so maybe she had gone slightly overboard over the issue last night. She wasn't exactly proud that she had gone ballistic on her husband, but it wasn't really her fault! It was these goddamn hormones that rendered her so easily agitated all the time!

"That would be awesome!" Puck inputted, looking at her now like she was genuinely insane. "You're having twins, right? Splitting the room in half makes sense to me. 'Sharing is caring' and all that jazz."

"I know, but green and pink?" Quinn repeated, still unable to wrap her head around the idea. "Besides, the room will look so awkward with that half-half business. Now, the soft yellow we have in there right now? Beautiful and gender-neutral."

"Yeah, not to mention boring," Puck murmured under his breath, eliciting another glare from the blonde.

"I swear you and Naomi moved to Boston just to torture me," Quinn muttered under hers in return, sick of discussing this whole room color business now.

"Hey! I thought you liked Naomi," he commented as the blonde returned her attentions toward the movie.

"Oh, my apologies," Quinn corrected her earlier statement without taking her eyes off the screen. "I swear you moved to Boston just to torture me."

Puck smirked at her retort, but remained silent, sitting through the last ten minutes of 27 Dresses with her.

When the movie was over, Quinn turned off the TV, turned towards him, and said, "I have an idea, a good one."

"In relation to the nursery debacle or…?" Puck trailed off, raising an eyebrow at her suggestively.

"Ugh! How dare you even suggest that that was what I was suggesting?" she shouted, hitting him with one of the pillows on the coach relentlessly.

"Um, wow," Puck remarked, blocking her numerous blows. "I hope those twins come out of you soon because you are starting to become unbearable to be around."

She froze upon hearing his words, her insecurities floating to the surface again.

"Did Finn say that?" Quinn whispered, setting her weapon down, her head hung low.

Oh dear God. Was she sniffling? Finn would kill him for making her cry.

"No, no," he assured her, patting her awkwardly on the back. "He said nothing of the sort. He might have ranted on a bit about how irrational you were being over the whole nursery thing at first, but then afterward, he couldn't shut up about how much he appreciated you for carrying his children around for the last eight months. He knows how hard it's been on you Quinn, especially since they're twins and all."

"Really?" she confirmed, a smile lighting up her face again as she dried her tears.

"Yeah Q," he promised her, returning her smile. "Now, what was that awesome idea of yours? Let's hear it."

"Well, I'm still not doing the half-half color thing," she answered him as she stood up from the couch, all business again. "But I suppose you could paint a mix of footballs and rainbows or whatever around the room before Finn gets back from the game. I'll supervise."

"Wait, you want me to do the painting?" he clarified in disbelief, already shaking his head 'no' at the idea. "I have trouble drawing stick people!"

Before Quinn could tell him otherwise, the door bell rang. She made a move to answer the door, but Puck stopped her, reappearing a few moments later with a familiar (and most welcome) face.

"Chace!" the blonde shouted excitedly, wobbling over to hug him. "I thought your flight didn't get here until evening!"

"Favorites much?" Puck muttered under his breath as he walked past them and made himself comfortable on the couch again.

Having heard what Puck had said, Chace chuckled, giving him a brief nod before turning his attentions back toward Quinn.

"I couldn't wait to see you, so I took an earlier flight," he told her, to which she beamed in response. "I have an important client to see tomorrow afternoon though, so unfortunately, I'll be gone by morning."

Quinn pouted in obvious disappointment, but noted, "Well, I guess there's nothing we can do about that. How's my dream job going for you by the way?"

"Aw, don't say it like that babe," Chace chided her, giving her a warm smile. "When you gave up your position as partner, you knew someone else would have been asked to step in eventually."

"True," Quinn agreed, leading him into the kitchen now and offering him some lemonade. "Better you than some incompetent loser I guess. I still can't believe you moved to Chicago only to move back to New York again."

Chace shrugged and confessed, "Turned out for the best anyway. I shouldn't have run away from New York in the first place. It was a cowardly move, made me kind of a hypocrite, didn't it?"

Quinn smiled, moving her hand over his.

"Sort of, but I'm glad we're still best friends after everything," she whispered in all honesty and he quickly returned the sentiment. "Me too Fabray."

There was a brief silence before he decided to pick up the conversation again.

"So, what was that bit that night on the phone about you thinking about quitting your job?" he pried and Quinn laughed at how straight forward he was being with his question. "What happened to that whole 'I'm going to be partner at my new law firm one day' thing? Hmmm?"

"Well, we don't really need the money," Quinn reasoned, truly wanting his opinion on the matter. "We've made some really good investments. Plus, I'm thinking these two will be enough of a challenge for me, you know? Keep me occupied?"

"Hey Quinn," Puck called out for her then as he entered the kitchen, effectively interrupting their conversation. "Do you have any red paint? A rainbow without…"

He trailed off because Quinn paled suddenly.

Before he or Chace could ask her what was wrong, however, she informed them, "My water just broke."

"Oh God. Everyone stay calm!" Puck shouted instantly only to realize that he was the only one who seemed to be panicking at the moment. "Uh, are you sure? Aren't you supposed to like get these really painful contractions or something? You seem super calm to me."

"Contractions don't always start right away," Chace explained quickly, helping Quinn up just as she gave Puck a response of her own, "Either my water just broke Puckerman or I decided to take a leak on the kitchen floor! Now get me to the hospital and call Finn. Please!"

"You call Finn and get the car started," Chace instructed Puck, since he clearly had more of a handle on the situation. "I'll help Quinn to the car."

Puck nodded, doing exactly as he was being told. Dear God. Why was this happening to him again? He'd seen her give birth once. He seriously didn't need to go through that trauma again. Finn had better pick up and get his ass to the hospital ASAP.

By the time they had gotten to the hospital, the contractions had started and judging by Quinn's screams, they were painful as hell.

"Where's Finn?" she shouted as she lay on the hospital bed, her face scrunched up in pain.

"He'll be here soon," Puck promised her (well, he hoped so anyway) as Chace worked with her on her breathing.

Twenty minutes later, however, Finn still hadn't arrived.

Nevertheless, the doctor informed her, "Alright Mrs. Fabray-Hudson, I'm going to have to ask you to start pushing now."

"I'm not doing anything until my husband is here!" Quinn yelled, even though she really had the urge to push. "Where the fuck is he?"

"I'm here! I'm here!" Finn shouted then, practically flying into the delivery room much to everyone's relief (especially Chace's since his hand was the one currently in her death grip). "I'm sorry. I tried to get here as fast as I could."

"You should be sorry for a hell of a lot more than that," Quinn muttered as the doctor instructed for her to push again (and this time, she did). "You're the reason I'm going through this right now!"

"Whatever you say sweetie," Finn cooed as he coaxed her to keep breathing, knowing better than to agitate her any further in her current state.

By that time, Puck had left the delivery room to call everyone he could think of and inform them that Quinn was giving birth. Chace had left the delivery room too, although he stayed just outside the doors to keep tabs on how she was doing. Listening to her occasional screams at both Finn and the medical staff, however, let him know that she was just fine.

"I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!"

"I am pushing goddamn it!"

"You're a trained professional! This shouldn't be hurting so fucking much!"

"I swear we are never having sex again Hudson!"

She quieted down though when the first baby was born, tears already in her eyes as she used the last bit of strength she had to bring her baby girl into the world as well.

Having been so tired after the delivery of her twins, Quinn had fallen fast asleep after only having held them briefly in her arms. When she woke up about half an hour later, Finn was still by her side, but her babies were nowhere to be found. She started to panic a little before Finn explained to her that the doctors had taken them for a routine checkup and that they would be back in her arms soon. With his reassurance, she felt herself relax again.

"I'm sorry I was late by the way," Finn took the opportunity to apologize to his wife. "I swear I got here as fast as I could."

"I know," Quinn assured him, placing a hand on the curve of his cheek. "Besides, I was late for our wedding, so I guess we're even now, right?"

Finn glanced at his watch again. She was supposed to have been here twenty minutes ago! A million possibilities started to float through his mind then. Was she in an accident? Had she been kidnapped? Did she change her mind? He turned to look at Puck then who had stood off to the side to call Russell (again) to see where he and Quinn were. Beth stood beside him on her tiptoes, straining to hear their conversation. She was worried about her mom too. Thankfully, this time, Puck and Beth both signaled to him that his bride was finally here. Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, the music began to play and everyone in the church turned in their seats in anticipation of the beautiful bride.

The sight that beheld them when she strolled in on her father's arm, however, was not one they had expected to see. Quinn Fabray looked like an absolute mess! There was a tear in her dress, unsightly scuffmarks on the heels of her shoes, and her veil was nowhere to be found. Even her father looked a little pale standing next to her. What the hell had happened? Still, there was such an angelic smile on her face that no one dared to make a comment over her appearance (or that of her father's for that matter). In fact, she had made it all the way down the aisle as if nothing had been amiss.

"What happened?" Finn whispered in concern when she got to the altar, taking her hands in his as the priest continued to stand there in shock.

Upon hearing his question, she started to ramble, her smile faltering a little as she did so.

"I know I look terrible Finn, but the limo broke down," she explained to him, the entire church listening intently to their conversation now. "I was so anxious about being late that I totally forgot to call and then there was traffic and so I decided to run here with daddy instead because I didn't want you to think that I was leaving you at the altar or something as equally absurd. Some idiot accidentally stepped on my dress on the way and then I lost the veil somewhere too. I wouldn't look like this otherwise."

"Well, you still look stunning Fabray," he assured her over her almost inaudible sniffling, adding, "Plus, at this point, I'm just really happy you showed up."

Quinn returned his reassuring smile after awhile and the two then turned to finally face the priest, who continued on with the ceremony without a single hitch. Despite its rocky start, the wedding had turned out to be a dream come true after all.

"I guess so," Finn answered her with a chuckle, snapping out of his reverie just as the nurse returned with their babies and placed them into Quinn's outstretched arms.

Puck and Chace came in to join them not long afterward along with Naomi, who had arrived at the hospital sometime while Quinn was sleeping.

"Aw, your kids are going to break a lot of hearts when they get older, you know," Naomi commented, sitting on the edge of the bed to coo at the newborns.

Quinn nodded in agreement, a contagious smile spreading over her face as she observed her sleeping angels.

"I hate to interrupt this little moment," the nurse spoke up from behind them all then as Finn reached over to take his little girl in his arms. "But I need those baby names for the birth certificates now."

"Oh of course," Quinn sounded, motioning for her husband go first.

When the discussion of baby names had first started, the two of them couldn't seem to agree on anything and so, they had ultimately decided that Finn would get to name their baby girl and that she would get to name their baby boy, no objections from the other allowed.

"Charlotte Annalise Fabray-Hudson," Finn announced after a moment, kind of proud of himself when Quinn smiled in approval at the name he had chosen.

The nurse jotted the name down quickly before turning to Quinn and asking, "And the baby boy?"

"Jayden Drizzle Fabray-Hudson," she informed her, looking down lovingly at her son, who was now wide awake (and gurgling slightly) in her arms.

Finn grinned upon hearing the name, the nurse shrugging nonchalantly as she left the room. She had heard odder words than 'Drizzle' included in baby names before in her line of work. Puck and Chace, however, looked absolutely horrified.

"Drizzle? Seriously? You two had better hope that that boy never gets asked what his middle name is," Puck warned them.

"Seconded," Chace confessed, although he was careful to add, "Jayden as his first name was a great choice though."

"Not to mention that the name Charlotte Annalise sounds absolutely precious," Naomi commented as well, reaching out to touch her little hand.

"Yeah, it does," Quinn whispered in agreement as she shared a look with her husband.

Despite the numerous challenges they had faced to get to this point in their lives, they had both gotten everything they had ever wanted: each other. The way they saw it, everything else was just a God-given bonus.

To ever ever after