A/N: Better late than never, right? I just needed a little bit of motivation and keep going with this story and I found it by re-watching some of Season 1. Good times! I'm definitely planning on finishing this story in one or two more chapters, just continue to bear with me. Thanks so much for your patience! I hope you enjoy this chapter. It's a little on the shorter side compared to some of the others but I think I like this length. Xoxo –Katie
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
It was well past nine o'clock in the evening when Quinn heard the doorbell ring. Beth had just gone to bed and Puck wasn't due home from his afternoon shift for at least another two hours. Pushing herself out of her chair, she made her way to the door and opened it to reveal Puck's sister who was busy wiping her eyes when Quinn addressed her.
"Sara, is everything okay?" she asked tentatively even though she knew the answer to her question.
"Yeah," Sara sniffled instinctively before shaking her head. A frown tugged at the corner of her lips and tears began to fill her eyes once again. "Can I come in?"
"Of course," Quinn replied. She ushered her sister-in-law inside and shut the door against the harsh January cold and wind.
"I just didn't know where to go," the young woman choked out. "I didn't want to go home yet."
"Sara what's wrong? You're starting to scare me."
"Shane dumped me. We were supposed to go out tonight and instead he broke up with me."
"Oh honey," Quinn sighed, pulling Sara into her arms. She wished she could say she was surprised. Wished that she could say that she wasn't at least a little happy, but the pain she knew Sara felt prevented her from being too relieved that her less than stellar boyfriend was out of the picture.
"I'm sorry for just showing up."
"Don't be. You know you're always welcome here. How about we sit down and you can tell me more about it."
Sara nodded and followed Quinn down into the family room, shrugging off her coat and sinking down into the couch. Quinn took the coat with her into the kitchen as she began to heat up water for tea. There was something about a cup of tea that made any situation better. It was calming, it was soothing, and it was like an internal hug. When the tea was finished she brought it down to Sara with a box of tissues and sat on the opposite end of the couch.
"Alright. I sent your mom a text to let her know you came over here and we were having a girl's night."
"Thanks," Sara said, tracing the rim of her tea cup.
"Start at the beginning. Tell me what happened."
Taking a sip of her tea, Sara began her story.
"He and I were supposed to go one a date tonight and Shane was going to pick me up at my house but then he sent me a text asking if I could come to his place. Fine, whatever. Sometimes he doesn't want to come in and talk to my mom, I get that. So I drove over there and he wasn't even dressed to go anywhere. He had on his sweat pants and a t-shirt was he was like 'we need to talk' and I knew something had to be up because he hates talking. Then he just kinda said it. He was like 'I don't think this is gonna work out between us' and, of course, the first thing out of my mouth is just 'Why?' He said he doesn't think it would work long distance when I go to college so why drag it out any longer anyway. He made it sound like it was my fault that I was leaving and then, he said I should just be with Stevie because we're going to the same college and I'm already emotionally cheating with him."
"He actually said that?" Quinn asked, flabbergasted.
"Oh yeah," Sara replied, taking a moment to blow her nose because she was freely crying now. "He made it sound like he was the one who'd been wronged because I have a guy who's a friend but he seems to forget about all of the Cheerios that he talks to and flirts with on a daily basis. And maybe I'm stupid to cry over him, but I don't know what I'm going to do now."
"You're going to be fine. Maybe not today and maybe not tomorrow, but you will be fine. Better yet, you'll be stronger."
Sara nodded. "I hope so. I just feel like…like there's something wrong with me."
"Listen to me, Sara. There is nothing wrong with you. If Shane doesn't want you to be his girlfriend then he's an idiot. I bet any money that he's not too happy with the way things are going for him. Let's face it, he's not the brightest crayon in the box and he was probably banking on a football scholarship to Ohio State, which he didn't get. Only problem was that you have to have semi-decent grades to get into a Big 10 school, even as an athlete. Puck went to the junior college there so we could be close, but I'm guessing Shane thinks he's too good for that. He's not happy with the way things are going for him so he's trying to get rid of everything that reminds him that he's staying here and, unfortunately, that includes you. You're moving on, you're going away, you're the star of the glee club, and you've got a good shot at being Valedictorian. You out shadowed him and instead of being happy for you, he's jealous and can't stand to be eclipsed. You don't want someone who's going to sulk in your shadow. You want someone who's going to throw on a pair of sunglasses and enjoy the sun with you and be happy for you."
"Kinda like Stevie," Sara said quietly. "Thinking back, he's the one who's been next to me through all of these good moments, not Shane. I just didn't realize it because we've been best friends for so long. Maybe Shane was right. Maybe I have been emotionally cheating on him."
"Shane's not right," Quinn scoffed. "He's jealous."
"True, but I guess I never gave Stevie a chance. I wasn't really attracted to him…until this year, but then I was with Shane. I don't know…our timing has never been right, maybe it never will be."
"You can't wait around for timing to be just right. Sometimes you've got to make your own."
"Is this where you tell me to choose my own destiny?"
"No. This is where I tell you a story."
Quinn took a drink of her tea before she began speaking.
"You know that I've known your brother for most of our lives. We were friends growing up and then in middle school we drifted apart like most girls and boys do. I think it might have been right around the time your dad left but he never really talked about it, he just started acting out and my mom didn't really think it was a good idea for me to hang out with him anymore. That lasted until about freshman year of high school. We started seeing each other more because he was in football and I was a Cheerio. Did I mention he got really good looking, too?"
"Gross," Sara interjected.
"My point is that I started to feel really attracted to him and I know he pretty much felt the same way even though he flirted with just about everyone. There was just one problem, I was dating Finn at the time and I liked the status that gave me. Puck was just that chance that was too good for me to take and I justified it by telling myself that the timing just wasn't right. So, we started sneaking around behind Finn's back. I thought as long as he didn't know about it, everything was fine so I'd sneak out of my house late at night and meet him outside in his truck. I skipped class for the first time ever and I'd meet him in the janitor's closet or behind the bleachers. It started happening more and more often and we kept it pretty innocent and I was okay with it because I was happy. I felt like someone really cared about me and was with me for more than just popularity. It was strangely freeing and that's why, one night after a particularly grueling Cheerios practice and after I felt like Finn just didn't give a damn I called Puck. He came over and for awhile we just talked and then….well, eight months later we got Beth. Even then, I still wouldn't let myself be with him because I thought that telling people Finn was the father would be more acceptable. I hurt a lot of people, your brother the most, and he still never gave up on me and that's how I knew he loved me without question. It doesn't matter if they're there for you during the good times. It's the people who are there for the good but, more importantly, for the bad. It's the people who love you when the rest of the world's turned their back on you, or even if it just seems that way. And that was Puck. He was there for me even when I didn't want him to be. I guess what I'm trying to say is that it's never too late to make your own timing and go after what you really want; what really makes you happy."
"But what if Stevie doesn't want to be with me?"
"What if he doesn't? What if he does? Do you really want to wonder what could have been for the rest of your life?"
"I just don't know if I'm ready for another relationship," Sara admitted, biting her lip.
"You may not be," Quinn shrugged. "Not yet anyway, but you need to be honest with yourself. I can't tell you what decision to make but I got lucky. I wasn't too late. You just need to decide what you want, what your heart wants, and go after it."
"Thanks. I need to get my shit together. I had no idea that you dated Finn…I mean, I was really young when you moved in with us, but I just assumed you and Noah were dating."
"Yeah, we dated from the middle of the summer. I still feel terrible about that. I didn't want to hurt anyone, I just wanted to have my cake and eat it, too."
"You guys never liked Shane, did you?"
"No?" Quinn answered honestly. "Especially Puck, but I wasn't going to tell you not to date him because I didn't know him like you did."
"Well, I kind of wish you would have now."
"I know, but you have to live your own experiences. I can't tell you how to live."
"It just sucks, so bad."
"I know," Quinn nodded again. "But like I said, you live and learn and you'll come out all the wiser from this, trust me."
"Thanks," Sara replied, allowing a small, sad smile to cross her lips. "For the tea, but being such a great big sister. I'm really glad you cheated on Finn."
"When you put it that way….no, I still feel bad about it. It's just so strange how everything just fell into place since then. Even now, Finn and Rachel are back together and things just seem right. I just wish I would have hurt less people."
"Speaking of being hurt…my brother's going to want to kill Shane, isn't he?"
"Oh yeah. I'm still trying to figure out how we're going to tell him. Beth's asleep so at least he won't get too loud, but we need to find a way to diffuse the situation quickly."
"We could just not tell him."
"Noooo," Quinn shook her head. "I don't keep secrets from him anymore. I lied enough in high school for a lifetime."
Sara sighed and sunk back into the sofa. "I don't think we have to wait long, I just heard a car door so that's probably him, right?"
"Mmmhmm. This is usually about the time that he gets home. Just let me do the talking. It'll be okay."
"Just make sure you wait to say something until he puts his gun away."
Before Quinn could reply, Puck walked through the back door a look of surprise on his face upon seeing his little sister there so late at night.
"Hey babe," he said, leaning down to give Quinn a quick kiss. "What are you doing here, squirt?"
"Sara came over for a chat," Quinn interjected and Sara nodded. "Why don't you go put your stuff away and we'll fill you in."
"Everything okay?" Puck asked skeptically.
"Yeah," Sara replied. "It's fine."
Puck shrugged and went up to the bedroom to change out of his uniform, grabbing a beer out of the fridge before joining Quinn and Sara in the family room.
"So which one of you is going to tell me what's going on?"
"Sara and Shane broke up," Quinn said, not wanting to beat around the bush.
"It's about damn time you came to your senses," Puck sighed taking a pull from his bottle.
"Shane broke up with me," Sara corrected.
"Are you fucking kidding me? Did he finally realize that you're too good for him or something? I swear to God I'm gonna-."
"Puck calm down. You flipping out isn't going to help matters."
"Maybe not, but no one hurts my family, especially not my little sister. He's dead meat."
Quinn and Sara exchanged glances and rolled their eyes.
"What? I don't mean literally. I can't beat him up or anything because the little shit would probably go to my boss and I'd be out of a job. What I can do is call in some favors and make his life a living hell. One call and he won't be able to drive anywhere without getting pulled over by a cop for something. Speeding. Rolling through a stop sign. Having a taillight out. Following too closely. You name it, he's gonna get pulled over for it and I think I'll make sure they search his car every time, too."
"You really don't have to do all of that. I just want to get over this," Sara said quietly.
"I know I don't have to, but I'm your brother. This is part of my job and frankly, I'm going to enjoy every minute of it," Puck replied with a smirk as he settled back into his chair.
XXXXX
Quinn walked down the hallway at McKinley and passed her old locker on the way to Santana's office. Sometimes, it was still strange to walk down the halls as a teacher, to pass the choir room, her old classrooms, the janitor's closet especially, and it felt even more strange that she got to see one of her best friends at work every day. She walked into the office where Santana, Emma and two other guidance counselors worked and knocked on the door.
"They finally got your new name plate in," she noted, walking in and easing down in the chair near the desk.
"Yeah, and I still say that Figgy spelled it 'Satan' on purpose."
"Hey, he gave you the job, didn't he?"
"He did but he also told me on my first day that I still scared him."
"Not necessarily a bad thing."
"True. You ready to get out of here, mama?" Santana asked, closing a file folder. "I'm done here for the day and ready to get some decorating on."
"Yup, I'm ready. I ordered us a pizza. Should be ready on our way there."
"Wow, someone's thinking ahead."
"Santana, I'm seven months pregnant. Food is always on my mind."
"Quinn, I'm not even pregnant and food is also always on my mind. You didn't get anything nasty on it did you?"
"Just bacon and anchovies."
"You best be joking because that's nasty."
"I am, calm down. Even I'm not that crazy."
The pair picked up the pizza on the way over to Quinn's house and dug into it before beginning any of the real work in the nursery. Because they still wanted to be surprised and weren't one hundred percent sure if they were having a boy or a girl, Puck had painted it a very neutral shade of yellow to mix with the brown and green of the jungle theme Quinn had picked out.
"So what do we have to do?" Santana asked, finishing off her last piece of pizza.
"Fold some clothes, hang some pictures and decorations and, most importantly, I need some major help with two of the big decal that I want to put on the walls."
"I think we can handle that."
For the next half hour Quinn and Santana set up the nursery, hanging mobiles, and putting some unisex onesies away along with burp rags, blankets and diapers. They managed to get the decals right on the first try and Quinn finished it off by placing a framed picture of her first ultrasound on top of the dresser.
"Damn you," Santana said, looking around at the room.
"What?" Quinn asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You make all of this look…fun."
"It is fun."
"No, it's not. Not for Santana Lopez. I'm the bitch, remember? I'm cool Auntie Tana. I spoil your child rotten, get her hopped up on sugar and then hand her back to you. I'm not exactly mother material, right?"
"I don't know…you're really good with Beth. Sure, you spoil her, but she adores you and you're just a natural with her."
"I hate you."
"What did I do?"
"For making me want a baby. I never wanted a baby until you got knocked up again."
"Do you seriously want to have a baby?"
"I don't know. The thought has crossed my mind once or twenty times."
"Have you talked to Brittany about it?"
"Of course. She felt really bad that she can't get me pregnant but we both agreed it would work out best if I was the one to carry the baby. When Rachel's studio opens, Britt's going to teach hip-hop and I can't even get her to take Flintstones vitamins."
"So you guys are pretty much ready to go ahead with it?"
"Yeah, I mean, I think so. We've both got jobs. I've got insurance now and we're as settled as we're ever going to be. A baby just feels like the only thing we're missing. And I want my kid to grow up with your kids and with Finn and Rachel's if they ever have one. We're twenty-five. My opportunity to be a young, trendy, super hot mom is running out."
"San, I think that's great and I think you and Britt would be incredible moms. You've both got so much to offer a child. It would be so cool if our kids grew up together, just like we did. We can do mommy yoga and they'll have playdates, maybe they'll date each other someday!"
"Calm down there, Q. You're betrothing your unborn child to my hypothetical, unconceived child. I don't even have a sperm donor lined up yet."
"Do you have one in mind or are you going to do a random one?"
"Well I was thinking about asking Puck, but then our kids could never date," Santana said and she watched Quinn blanch white. "Jesus Quinn. I was just kidding. We'd probably do the thing where we get to look at profiles and pictures because I don't want some ugly guy to be my sperm donor."
"That doesn't surprise me," Quinn laughed. "And I don't blame you."
"I just want all of this," Santana said, gesturing around. "Britt and I want a family."
"This is so exciting. I'm so happy for you both."
"Thanks, that means a lot. If this happens and I do get pregnant I'm going to bug the shit out of you about stuff, fair warning."
"And I'll help you anyway I can. Lesson one," Quinn said. "No one gets between a pregnant woman and her food. Ever. I think I have some cookie dough in the fridge we can bake up."
"My love affair with good is only bound to increase."
"Think if it as an excuse to eat anything you want."
"I already do that. Come on, that cookie dough is calling to me."
XXXXX
It was the second to last weekend in January when Quinn, Puck, and Sara decided to re-do the basement of Ruth's house so that it would be ready for Esther when she moved back home in early February. Puck was in charge of painting and heavy lifting. Sara was in charge of cleaning the kitchenette and bathroom and Quinn was in charge of redecorating everything. At seven months, there wasn't much else for her to do without being yelled at by Puck to make sure she didn't over do it. It was a little bittersweet to change everything since it was the first place Quinn and Puck had called their own. It was where they brought Beth home and for that reason it was extra special to Quinn.
"Puck," she called, stepping back and folding her hands over her belly as she surveyed her work in the bedroom. "Do you think your grandma will like this? Should I have waited for her to pick it out?"
"It looks good, babe," he said, coming up behind her. "What's not to like about it? Looks like something she'd pick out."
"Really?"
"Yeah, it's got flowers and stuff. She'll love it. Come check out the other room."
Quinn followed Puck into the small room that had served as Beth's nursery and bedroom. He was in the process of putting up shelving and assembling a desk to turn it into a cozy office or library.
"I can't believe this used to be Beth's room. I mean, besides the paint color it looks so different. I swear it seems like just yesterday that I was rocking her in the corner over there."
"I know," Puck nodded. "Where the hell did the time go?"
"This little apartment was so perfect for us then. I still can't believe you did all the work yourself. I mean, I can believe it, but the fact that you did it for me, for us, was just so amazing."
"Kinda funny how it's coming full circle. This was Bubbe's house, then Aunt Hannah lived down here, then us, and now my grandma again."
"I'm so glad she's moving back."
XXXXX
"You wanted to see me, Coach?" Quinn asked as she tapped on the door to Sue's office.
"I did. Waddle on over and take a seat," the Cheerios coach replied and tossed her glasses onto her desk. "I wanted to congratulate you again on your JV squad taking the conference title. Looks like your little band of mouth-breathers weren't so bad after all."
"Thanks, is that all?"
"Of course not, I just decided to start off with something nice. As you know, Nationals for my Cheerios will be in Cleveland in two weeks. I want you to come with me."
"You do? Really?" Quinn asked, a little excited about the prospect of going to Nationals again.
"Don't get so excited. I need someone to go with me and act as my liaison. After the debacle of losing last year, I'm not allowed within fifty feet of some of the other coaches and judges. That's where you come in. Who knows, you might even be a good luck charm."
"Thanks coach."
"Do you think you can manage it without your water breaking all over the place?"
"I'm not due until mid-March. I'll be fine."
"You better be. And if you do have your half Jewish baby while we're there I fully expect you to name it Sue, girl or boy. Now get out of my office."
XXXXX
Puck was up early, too fucking early considering it was his day off and it was still dark outside. He climbed out of bed and smirked at Quinn who was still sleeping soundly, wrapped up in one of his flannel shirts. He didn't entirely mind being the first one to hit the shower if it meant his wife got a few more minutes of rest, especially that day. That day they were taking their baby girl out for the day. It was Quinn's idea to do something special for Beth since it might be one of the last times they would go somewhere with just the three of them for at least a little while. The baby would be there in about six weeks and Beth wouldn't be an only child anymore. With all the focus that was already being put on the new addition to their family, the young parents wanted to make sure that their daughter still felt important. They'd agreed that they'd always try to set aside time for their little girl.
Stepping into the shower, Puck adjusted the temperature so it was a little cooler than usual. He didn't want to spend too much time in there and he also needed to find a way to help him wake up. He'd worked until eleven the night before and at some point leaving before eight the following morning seemed like a good idea. He turned off the water and reached out for a towel when he heard Quinn brushing her teeth at the sink. Stepping out of the shower he noted that her eyes were still closed.
"Sleep brushing again?" he joked and kissed her shoulder. "You coulda stayed asleep for a little longer. I can get Beth up and ready."
"Too bright in here," Quinn replied after she rinsed her mouth. "And your baby woke me up by jumping on my bladder."
"Always my baby when they're doing something bad."
"Well they didn't get it from me."
"Uh huh, sure."
"I'm going to shower and get ready. Make sure Beth's up. I can't imagine that she wouldn't be. She could barely fall asleep last night because she's so excited and she doesn't even know where we're going yet."
"What about breakfast?"
"We're going to do the unhealthy thing and let her have McDonald's for breakfast."
"Maybe I'll enjoy this day more than I thought," Puck said.
"You'll enjoy it because you get to spend the day with your two favorite girls," Quinn smiled as she climbed into the shower.
"I'd enjoy it more if I got to start it in the shower with you…"
"Don't tempt me, we don't have time. Go check on Beth. I'll be ready in half an hour."
Of course, half an hour really translated to forty-five minutes and Puck was already packing up some snacks for the day when Quinn came down the stairs wearing a long dark pink sweater, grey leggings and knee-high black boots. She may or may not have planned to match the outfit she had laid out the night before for Beth.
"Sorry, I couldn't find the earrings I wanted to wear in my jewelry box and then I remembered that I had left them on the bathroom counter last night," she said, opening the closet to retrieve coats for the three of them. "You know, pregnancy brain."
"Mommy, where are we going?" Beth asked as she pulled her coat on.
"Mmmm can't tell you. It's still a surprise."
"Daddy, where are we going?"
"Nuh uh. You can't do that, B-Rex. Mommy said it's a surprise and so it's gonna be a surprise."
"But Daddy…." Beth whined and bit her bottom lip. "Please?"
"She gets that from you," Puck said, taking his coat from Quinn before helping her into hers.
After stopping at McDonald's for breakfast, the trio was on their way to the secret destination that was just over an hour and a half away. Luckily the roads were good and there wasn't much traffic on the way from Lima to Columbus and Beth still had no idea where they were headed, though she tried countless times to get her parents to spill the beans on the way to her surprise.
"Do you want me to drop you guys off and park the car?" Puck asked as he turned onto the street.
"If you don't mind. B-Bug, we're almost here."
"Where?!" Beth exclaimed, looking out both sides of the car until she spotted the store they'd be going into. "AMERICAN GIRL PLACE?!"
Quinn smiled at Puck as he pulled up to the building. Climbing out, she opened the door for Beth and helped her out of the SUV before telling Puck they'd wait for him inside. The little girl took hold of her mother's hand and pulled her towards the store. American Girl Place was like a dream world for countless little girls. Designed around the American Girl empire, the store wasn't just a place to buy the dolls but they could also find clothes there, have lunch in the Bistro and participate in events. For months, Beth had been begging her parents for an American Girl doll and with the new baby on the way, Quinn thought it might finally be a good time to let her pick one out.
"Parked in the deck down the street," Puck said, catching up to his wife and daughter. "I'm not paying to have my car valet parked at the American Doll Store."
"It's American Girl Place, Daddy!" Beth corrected him and Quinn snickered lightly.
"Whatever you say, B-Rex."
"I say I wanna pick out my doll!"
"What kind do you want, baby?" Quinn asked.
"I'm not gonna be a baby anymore, Mommy. I'm a big girl and I want a doll that looks just like me, and then I want a pretty dress for her."
Beth picked out a doll that had light brown hair and hazel eyes before picking out a dress and some other accessories for it. As soon as she was finished decking out her doll they were ready to go to tea. To be honest, Puck thought the entire thing was a little ridiculous; having tea with a doll just seemed a little weird to him, but it made Beth happy and this day was all about his baby girl. He knew that no matter how many kids they had, Beth would always be his little girl. Part of him really didn't want her to grow up so fast, he was terrified that one day she'd wake up and decide that she didn't want to cuddle with him on the couch or hold his hand when they walked through the park or a store. He wasn't quite ready to let that go just yet.
Although he wouldn't admit it, Puck drank tea out of a little pink tea cup and ate more of the little cakes they served that he should have and even talked to Beth's doll, who she named Izzy, like she was a real person. It was hard to pull the little girl away from the store but before they knew it they were on their way home and Beth fell asleep clutching Izzy. Puck carried her into the house and Quinn helped her change into her pajamas before kissing her forehead and tucking her into her bed.
"Do you think we spoiled her too much today?" Quinn asked as she leaned back into Puck's arms on the couch.
"Probably, but I think I'm okay with that."
Quinn laughed and shook her head, resting it on her shoulder. "I think the most important thing is that we all spent the day together. No matter how busy or crazy our life gets when the baby gets here I always want to make sure that we have time for Beth and I want her to know that we love her just as much."
"She will," Puck assured her, kissing the side of her forehead. "We'll find ways to include her and once the baby is old enough we can get our moms to watch them so we can still take Beth out for special time."
"I just remember when we first brought her home from the hospital. That first summer that we had together was just incredible. Sure, there were a lot of nights when we didn't get much sleep and there was a lot of trial and error, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I know things are changing but I want to show Beth that change can be good and she shouldn't be afraid of it."
"Change can be awesome. Our lives changed so much when Beth came into our lives and now our lives are changing again but I'm not afraid of it at all this time. I'm really excited about it."
"You have to admit, it's a little bit easier this time around."
"Easy? Do we know how to do anything the easy way?"
"You know what I mean. There's less uncertainty this time. It was a little more planned this time."
"So you planned the conception and everything?"
"Well…not exactly," Quinn conceded. "I mean we talked about being open to more kids after we were married. I wasn't on the pill anymore…"
"It totally happened on the motocycle," Puck said smugly.
"Shut up."
"What? You know it did. The timing was right and that's why this little guy or girl in here is going to be a total badass."
"I still can't believe you talked me into that when we went out for that ride."
"Talk you into it?" Puck asked in disbelief. "You're the one who said riding behind me on the bike was such a turn on."
"It is…" Quinn admitted quietly.
"I'm sorry, could you say that again?"
"I said it is. There, happy?"
"Mmmhmm."
"Don't make me think about it. I'm too tired tonight."
"You're way more badass than you give yourself credit for sometimes, baby."
"Oh I know I am. I just don't always like to show it all the time. You wouldn't be as into it if I acted like that all the time. Admit it, you love feeling like I'm the good little girl you corrupted."
"Let's just call it even and say we corrupted each other."
"What? How did I corrupt you?"
"You chill with the big JC and you love bacon."
"I love you more," Quinn said, craning her neck to kiss him.
"You better," Puck remind, resting his forehead against hers. "Love you, too."
"Never doubt it, especially now."
