Someone's sick? Well ice cream always makes anyone feel better, especially if you taste it from someone else's mouth.

I do not own Glee, the characters or anything. I just want to share our love for Quick.

Puck texts Quinn:

P: Q, talk to me. Please..

Q: Leave me alone, Puck. If you didn't notice by my absence in school in school, I really don't want to talk..

P: I'll come right over.

Q: No, I'm fine. Really.

P: No. I'm in my truck now. And if you're worried about school, I told my mom to call the school that I got sick.

Q: I'm fine, Puck. There was really no need for you to skip school.

P: I'm not skipping. I'm sick.

Q: Oh yeah, you're magically sick the same day I decide not to go to school.

P: Well that's how it goes from now on. Ok? I'm around the corner already.

Q: Fine, front doors open. Let yourself in.

Once Puck got a reply from Quinn, he immediately got out of class and went to his truck. Yes, yes he was still in class and not around the corner. He lied to her just this time. It's the only way he can convince her to let him come over.

Puck drove really fast. But before heading to her house, he stopped over a convenience store and bought something for her. After paying, he quickly got back to his truck and drove his way to Quinn's house. He stepped out of his truck and approached her house with a plastic bag in one hand. He knocked on the door first and opened it. It wasn't really nice to just go in without letting the person inside know there's someone coming in. He might be badass, but intruding is just wrong if he doesn't have any intentions of stealing. Puck entered and closed the door behind him. "Q?" He called out looking for the blond girl.

Quinn just didn't have the energy to get out of bed today. She was drained, emotionally. And she didn't think she had the guts to face Coach with red, puffy eyes from crying all night. She didn't even know why she was crying anymore. When Quinn woke up to the text from Puck, she knew she had over reacted, but she couldn't help it. She didn't even know why it bothered her so much. She hadn't chosen Puck. They had agreed to stay friends. So, she caved and said he could come over. But she wasn't moving from her spot on her bed. Hearing his voice, Quinn rolled over so she was lying on her back. She sat up slowly, and pulled her knees to her chest. "I'm up here." She yelled back down to him, knowing he would know the way.

He noticed that Quinn's parents weren't home. So he guessed right, she was alone. And he always knew, ever since they were kids, she hates being alone. Even if she tells you to leave her alone, she doesn't really mean it. That's why Puck always worries about her. When he heard her voice, he looked up. "She's in her room." He told himself. But before climbing up the stairs, he went to the kitchen and got two spoons. As soon as he got what he needed, Puck ran up the stairs by taking 2 at a time. He knocked then reached for the doorknob of her bedroom door and opened it. "Q?"

Hearing Puck's voice again, Quinn looked up from her toes and let her eyes glance over at the door. "Hey." It was clear that she had been crying, and she hated that. Her eyes felt puffy, and they usually looked about ten times worse than they felt. But secretly she was thankful for Puck, she definitely hated being alone. Especially when there was still so much on her mind. Puck would be a good distraction. Quinn hugged her knees closer to her chest, and wrapped her arms around them. "You can come in." She said softly, motioning for Puck to come in and sit down.

Oh dammit.He thought as soon as he saw Quinn's eyes. Puck doesn't know if he should be happy that Quinn really likes him that she got jealous over a sophomore, or sad that he caused her to cry again and make her feel so much worse. He slowly approached the bed. "I'm sorry, Q." He looked down as he sat on the edge of the bed, away from her.

A soft, humorless laugh left Quinn's lips as she shook her head. "Don't flatter yourself Puckerman. I haven't even decided if I'm crying because of you." Okay, maybe she was a little harsh, but Quinn was still mad at him. She was still fully convinced that he was flirting with the sophomore. But then when he apologized, she didn't know why she couldn't believe him. Something told her to trust him, but she just couldn't. And she didn't know why. "What's that?" Quinn asked, noticing the bag in his hand.

He wanted to back talk at the bitchy flatter comment but he remembered what Rachel told him the other night. Her exact words were"

"Just try talking to her again… without yelling because that won't make anything better."

So he just shrugged and let that comment pass by. He handed her the plastic bag that contains a pint of ice cream and some bacon flavored chips. He didn't say a word or even looked at her. What? He got hurt too. He was misunderstood by the person who he cares about the most.

As she opened the bag, Quinn felt more of the anger fade completely from her body. Leave it to Puck to be thoughtful when she was a complete bitch to him. Setting the bag down next to her, Quinn pushed herself up slightly so she could lean over and half hug him. "Thank you." She whispered before settling back into the same position as before. "And I'm sorry." Quinn pulled the pint of ice cream from the bag and smiled. "This was really sweet of you."

After every fight they had, Puck always knew how to suppress the bitchy side of Quinn. He felt her warmth around him. Not as much though, but he was happy to feel it. "Hey, don't flatter yourself, Fabray. It somehow happened I have that in my truck a while ago. Don't think of things." He shook his head and looked at her grinning. "Am as sweet as the ice cream?" He laughed a little and turned his body to face her. "How are you?"

Quinn laughed at his comment and shook her head. "Smartass. Did you bring a spoon?" She smiled seeing them and grabbed one. Pulling open the lid, Quinn wasted no time with the first bite. Sure she was head cheerleader and still worried about baby fat, but every girl needed ice cream after a night of crying. Hearing his next comment, Quinn looked at him for a moment. "Nope, but you're close." She told him with a small smile. But the smile faded after his next question. "I don't know, I kind of feel numb. If that makes any sense."

"Bitch. Of course I did! I wouldn't be a smartass if I didn't, right?" He laughed and was stunned on how fast she took the spoon, open the lid and ate her way to the bottom of the pint. It wasn't the first time he saw her like this but it still fascinated him. I'm the only one who can see this side of her. Me, Noah Puckerman. "Close? I'm way ahead!" He laughed and then stopped when her smile faded after asking his last question. "Why? Sam and me?" He looked at her pursing his lips waiting for her answer.

Hearing the word that should have been taken as an insult slip through his lips, Quinn raised an eyebrow before her face softened and she laughed. She didn't care that Puck saw her eat the entire pint of ice cream, he had seen a hell of a lot worse when she was pregnant. And as long as she managed to keep her figure she wasn't really worried. When she heard his question, Quinn shrugged her shoulders. "I guess, I mean Sam still isn't really speaking to me. Which I guess I can understand, I did kind of dump him in a bitchy way. I just wish he was willing to still be friends with me. Like you are." Another sigh left the blonde's lips as she shook her head. "And, I feel bad about last night. And not trusting you."

He put his hand on her leg trying to comfort her. "It's going to be ok. He'll talk to you when he's ready. It might take a long time but he'll get there." Puck nodded while pursing his lips. "I understand now why it was hard for you to trust me again. After everything I've put you through.. I don't blame you. I'm such a fucktard. So don't feel bad about it. It's ok." He smiled a little at Quinn and stroked his thumb over her cheek.

Quinn nodded her head slowly. "I hope so. I wasn't trying to hurt him, even if I did." She shrugged one last time, figuring a change of topic would be better. She was pretty sure Puck was tired of her talking about how bad she felt about hurting Sam. "I still should have believed you. You said you were going to change. And she is a sophomore. I should know you better than that." She said with a small laugh. Quinn turned her head slightly and pressed a small kiss on the tip of his thumb before looking back at him with a warm smile.

Puck may be sweet but he can't stand her talking all about Sam this, Sam that. So he just nodded and gave her a smile. But then when it came to her trust issues with him, he paid close attention what she had to say. "Well yeah, you should have known. You know I don't dig younger chicks." He felt her lips on the tip of his thumb. So he slides nearer to her and whispers on her ear. "I only like you."

Quinn smiled softly and nodded. "I know. I just guess I got jealous." Considering how close he was to her, her voice was low. She could barely hear herself talk, so she hoped Puck could. Turning, Quinn let her head fall against his shoulder. "I promise, I'll trust you from now on."

A small laugh escaped Puck's lips and he smiled wide. "You're really silly, aren't you?" His eyes widened as he felt Quinn's head against his shoulder. His smile a while ago? Just became wider. "Thanks, Quinn." He wrapped his arms around her and shut his eyes closed. Resting his chin on top of her head. I love you.

Quinn smiled to herself, enjoying the feeling of Puck's arms around her. He had definitely been right all along, the chemistry between them was too strong to deny and way too natural to try and fake. After a few moments of sitting them sitting in silence, Quinn shifted slightly under him, bringing her head up to look at him. "You know, all this really means a lot to me. The ice cream, the chips, the just being here. Even if I told you to leave me alone."

Puck opened his eyes when he felt her move. He loosened up his grip around her body a little to look down at her. When she looked at him, he can't stop staring at her. She was so beautiful. Well she has always been beautiful. But from his angle and by the way they're so close right now, he can't believe the angel he's been trying to reach since kindergarten is in his grasp now. "Well like I told you, I know you too well to be separated from you." He kissed her forehead and continued to stare at her.

There was no stopping the smile that seemed to stretch across Quinn's face at Puck's words. He always seemed to know exactly what to say to make her feel better, not that she didn't enjoy it. "Well, I'm glad. And I'm glad you know me well enough to know even if I say leave me alone, I don't really mean it." Another small laugh left Quinn's lips. She could feel her cheeks starting to turn pink under his stare, but she said nothing. Instead she simply tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, and continued to meet his stare with a warm smile.

"Well I know you hate being all alone and I don't want you to be alone, Quinn." He ran his hand through her blond hair. He can't move his eyes away. He just wants to stare at her all day. He looked at her lips and licked his own lips. They look so delicious.

"Thank you." Quinn smiled at the feeling of his hands running through her hair. Every little touch from him still seemed to send butterflies right to her stomach. Calm yourself Fabray. Just breathe. Quinn looked back at Puck the second he licked his lips, and she swore her breathing stopped right there. Why does he do that? It's maddening. A soft sigh left her lips as she tried to pull her eyes away from his lips.

"No problem." He said still staring at her. It's crazy! He's been friends with Quinn all his life but it felt like he just met her for the first time and fell in love instantly. They have a term for that.. Love at first sight. "Can I.. Please?" He stared at her lips hungrily, licking his lips longer and wetter this time.

If she was breathing before, she wasn't now. This time Quinn knew exactly what he was asking her for, and she couldn't bring herself to find the words. Her eyes just stared at his lips, wanting exactly what he did just as much. Quinn slowly nodded her head, this time licking her own lips. She moved her head a little closer to his but made no other movement, she was letting him make the first move.

When she nodded, he couldn't even explain how happy he was. He has kissed her a lot of times already but he felt this was different. He was so excited to kiss her. At the moment Quinn licked her lips, his mind was going crazy. He bit his lip as she moved her head a little closer. Puck can't even contain it anymore. He crashed his lips onto hers, tightening his grip around her body and feeling the heat between the two of them.

The second Puck's lips hit hers, Quinn lost it. She brought her arms up to wrap around his neck in a desperate, desperate attempt to pull him closer. It had been coming, there was so much tension between the two of them that it was truly inevitable. Quinn kept her lips crashed against his as her tongue slipped passed her own teeth to rake across Puck's bottom lip, begging for entrance.

He leaned closer to her when she wrapped her arms around his neck. He loved how she wanted to get closer and closer to him physically. He felt something poking his bottom lip and realized it was her tongue. He was so stunned, he gasped causing his lips to part and gave way for her tongue to go right in his mouth. He massaged her tongue with his tongue and licking the inside of her mouth. She tastes so good.

A soft sigh left Quinn's throat as she felt his tongue against hers. It felt natural. But after a moment she pulled herself back. Quinn looked at him, and shook her head. "We can't do this." She said, in between trying to catch her breath. She sat back against her headboard, and closed her eyes. Fabray, stop holding yourself back. Just give in. The inner battle that was going through Quinn's head was enough to give her a headache.

When Quinn pulled back, he whimpered softly. With his eyes closed, he was searching for her lips with his lips still puckered up, kissing the air. He stopped when he heard her speak. He just looked at her confused and breathing heavily. "I don't get it. I thought you wanted this too. What's wrong?" He took her hand and scoots closer to her.

Another sigh left her lips as Quinn opened her eyes to look at him. "I did want this. More than you could begin to understand. But it's all just happening so fast. I guess I kind of feel..guilty?" In what world did Quinn Fabray start caring about others before herself? "I'm sorry. I hate to be cliché but it's really not you. It's me." Really Quinn? Of all the lines to use? She shook her head and looked up at Puck from under her lashes, trying to not cry.

Puck felt like his heart stopped beating or something. He can't just breathe properly. He let go of her hand. "No, it's ok. I understand." His voice cracked then he looked at her. Ogod. I know that face. Please don't.. Please don't cry. He let a sigh out. "It's ok. I promise. Just don't.." He stroked his thumb on her cheek again.

Quinn shook her head and swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. "No, it's not okay. Because you're being so understanding about this whole thing. And I'm worse than a tennis game. I feel horrible not just for what I did but for what I keep doing to you." She paused for a moment only to make sure she didn't get herself worked up to the point of tears. "And you deserve better than that." Shut up shut up shut up. You've been through this with him already? What's wrong with you?

Puck's getting a little angry. "We talked about this already, right? Then why are you bringing it up again?" Takes deep breathes to keep him calm. He licked his lips and took her hand. "If you don't want to do this, I'll wait. I'll wait until you're comfortable with us making out and other stuff. Ok? That's just how much I like you." He let the back of his hand stroke from her temple down to her cheek and he said quietly. "I'll wait."

Quinn brought her face closer to Puck's until her forehead was pressed against his, her eyes staring right into his. "I really am sorry." She brought her hand up, and rested it against his cheek, her thumb stroking his cheek softly. Quinn really did feel bad. Puck had been more than supportive through this whole thing, and yes she did want to make out with him, but there was still the guilt for what she had to poor Sam. And she knew she was only pissing off Puck by bringing it up over and over again.

Puck smiled as he felt her forehead against his. The way she stared at him, that close, made him wanted to kiss her again. But he knew he had to control those kinds of urges. Once he heard her apology, he quickly closed his eyes and shook his head "You got to stop apologizing, woman." He laughed a little. He opened his eyes then cupped her face with both of his hands, smiling at her. "I'll wait." He whispered. "I promise."

Quinn smiled softly, pulling her head back only to press her lips softly to his cheek. "Thank you, for understanding." She pulled herself even further back as she rest back against her headboard, her knees back up against her chest. "So, does your mom actually know you're here? Or does she think you're sick too?" She questioned with a soft laugh. It was totally off topic, but that was what she needed, a distraction. Or else she knew she would end up with his tongue down her throat again.

He closed his eyes as she gave him a kiss on the cheek. "You're welcome, Q." Puck watched as she rested her back on the headboard, far away from him. "Actually yeah. I told her I'll come here 'cause you were alone. I told her that you're parents were always not home so she told me it was ok for me to skip school. See, she likes you!" He laughed. "Oh, and Anna is mad at me. Just so you know." He folded his arms in front of his chest, pouting.

Quinn laughed softly. "Good, I'm glad she doesn't hate me. Especially after everything she did for me." A small smile pulled across Quinn's lips at the thought of the months she had lived at Puck's before moving to Mercedes. She really did miss being under the same roof with him, he always found a way to keep things interesting. "Tell her I said thank you, for letting you skip and keep me company." Quinn's jaw fell open slightly at his next statement and she tried to suppress a laugh. "Why is she mad at you? How could anyone be mad at that face?"

"Yeah. She told me she was just harsh on you because of Beth. But the one thing she said that I can't stop laughing at was, 'She's a bitch but the sweetest girl I've ever met.'" He couldn't stop laughing. At the fact his mom described her as a bitch while Quinn was pregnant was the most hilarious thing to Puck. "Yeah, I'll tell her you said thanks." He said as he wiped a tear from all that laughing. "I showed Anna our picture and she got mad she started punching my arm. And I know.. How can she be mad at me?" He stuck out his lower lip more.

Quinn couldn't help but break out into a fit of giggles at hearing the comment his mom had passed. "Well at least she thought I was sweet. I was always worried about saying something to upset her or make her hate me even more. Nice to know she likes me." Her laughing only continued upon hearing what Anna did. "Aw, was she mad that I didn't see her? I really should go see her." If there was one person Quinn had a soft spot for, it was Puck's little sister. She had definitely spent a lot of time with that little girl while living at the house, and she had grown to love her.

"Now that you're saying that.. She's wrong! You were not sweet, you were scared!" He laughed some more. "Yeah, I have actual bruises on my arms!" He lifted the sleeves of his shirt and pointed out his bruises to Quinn. "Can you please come home with me tonight? I don't want to be a punching bag anymore." He frowned, looking at his arms. "My beautiful guns." Puck kept caressing his arms with a pout on his lips.

Quinn tried to ignore the flipping of her stomach when Puck pulled up his sleeves. Breathe Fabray, breathe. You've seen them before."Come on, she's a little kid! I'm sure you can handle her. But yeah, I'll come home with you. I miss your sister." Quinn's words left her lips before she had a chance to process them. Did she really just agree to spend the night at Puck's? Yeah, yeah she did. Rolling her eyes slightly, Quinn reached over to roll back down his sleeves. "Relax yourself Puckerman. No need to drool over your own arms."

"Yeah, she's a little kid, who's my sister! Who do you think taught her how to punch? Awesome. You better come with me later. You have to save me from that little girl." She's coming over! I hope Anna falls asleep again. Wait. Maybe not..He's getting all giddy inside again. He tries to calm himself by breathing deep. When Quinn rolled down his sleeves. "Hey. Why'd you do that? Don't you like the view?" He pulls his sleeve up again and flexes his arm in front of Quinn, smirking at her.

Quinn shook her head with another laugh. "But Anna's a sweetheart! Come on, I bet you got those bruises from football or something. But I'll still come, I just have to pack and text my mom." She knew her mom wouldn't have a problem with her spending the night with Puck. It would mean it was perfect for her to bring her dad back here without Quinn complaining.Oh God Puck, roll back down your damn sleeves. "Because you're about to get drool all over my bed by looking at your own arms. And I never said I didn't like the view." Quinn told him, trying to hold back another laugh.

"Anna's a sweetheart when she doesn't want to punch me." He gave her a forced smile. "And I didn't get these from football. The only part of my body that gets bruised when I play football is my chest. Wanna see my football bruises?" He was ready to lift his shirt. Well actually, he was just trying to tease Quinn that's why he's trying to hold back his laugh. "Hold up. I'll get drool on your bed or YOU will." He raised an eyebrow at her.

She was quick to shake her head when he asked if she wanted to see his football bruises. "No thanks, I think I'll pass." Quinn let out a soft laugh and stood from her bed. "Drool all over it all you want, but you're washing the sheets." Quinn walked over to her closet and pulled out her Cheerios duffel bag. Even if all she was going to be wearing to school was her Cheerios uniform, she needed something to sleep in. "So, did anything interesting happen in the short period you were in school?" She questioned as she walked over to her dresser, looking for her nightgown.

"Fine. And I ain't drooling. You're..." He stopped because what he was thinking was very inappropriate. He's always thinking of inappropriate things but he doesn't say it out loud, well most of it. "Nothing actually. Oh! Well there was one. Brittany learned a word in Spanish class. And she surprised me by trying to make me go to my classes. It was so weird." He laughed as he watches her pack up. "If you're packing one of your nightgowns, can you bring the white one? That was my favorite." It was his favorite because it was a little revealing. Yeah, it was hot on her even when she was pregnant. What more now?

"I'm what?" She asked as she turned to look at him. She hated when he didn't finish his sentences. Turning back to her dresser, Quinn flipped through her different nightgowns as she listened to Puck. "Yeah, that sounds like B. I miss her.." Quinn hadn't seen much of Brittany or Santana since New Years, and Santana wasn't even there. It made her wonder what her life had become. She used to be joined at the hip with those two. Hearing his statement about her nightgowns, Quinn smiled to herself and simply nodded. "You got it." She pulled it out of her drawer and threw it into her duffel bag along with a fresh pair of panties and a bra.

Puck tries to find a word to cover up his inappropriate thinking. "You're.. perfect! So perfect. You're so goddamn beautiful, smart, talented, bitch.." He started laughing and couldn't continue with the cover up anymore. "Why don't you call her up?" He lay down on her bed with both of his palms at the back of his neck, watching her. "Awesome. And you should bring your black bikini too." Playing with one of her stuffed toys with one hand and throwing it in the air.

Quinn was glad that she had her back to him because she wasn't sure she wanted him to see the blush that had crept across her face. And the smile that was seriously threatening to give her a face cramp. She shrugged her shoulders and walked over to her closet to get her Cheerios uniform. "I don't know." Because I'm still jealous over what happened on New Years. No Fabray, no. Cool it. Quinn turned to look at him with one eyebrow raised. "And I would bring my bikini why?"

She's not reacting.. Totally blushing right now. He tried to smile as much as he can cause she's got her back at him. "Come on. If you miss her, why don't you just talk to her?" Tosses the stuffed toy up high and catches it. "Because I wanna see you in it." He laughed.

Quinn shrugged her shoulders and pulled her uniform out, and folded it neatly.She's my best friend, but on New Years I wanted to punch her in the face. And I can't even apologize to her without telling her I was jealous. She let out a soft sigh as she put her uniform in her bag and looked at him. "I'll see her in school tomorrow. No need to call." Quinn laughed and walked back over to her dresser. "We'll see. If you're good." She pulled out her black bikini and tossed it in her bag before zipping it closed.

"Hm. Ok. If you're sure about it." Ogod. "I'll be good! I promise!" He sounded like a 5 year old boy who's in a candy store and saying he'll be good as long as he gets the candy that he wanted. Well that's Puck right there but instead of candy, it's Quinn. And to him, she's the best candy he can ever ask for.

Quinn nodded and sat back down on her bed, across from Puck. "Oh you promise huh? Don't make promises you can't keep Puckerman." She said softly, with a wink. Of course Quinn was kidding. She knew when he wanted to Puck could be good. "Oh yeah, I gotta text my mom." Quinn reached over and grabbed her phone from the nightstand next to where Puck was sitting. She quickly typed her mom a text telling her where she would be instead of asking and let her phone fall back on the bed.

He nodded vigorously at Quinn's questions. "I can keep that promise, babe." He smirked at her cause he knows he'll get what he wants. His candy in a bikini. "Hey, what's wrong?"

Quinn looked up from her phone and gave him a soft smile. "Truth?" She laughed softly, and looked back down. "I haven't talked to B because, I was jealous. About what happened on New Year's. With you and her." Quinn bit down on her bottom lip, and kept her eyes glued on the bed. She couldn't believe she was actually admitting to this. Or that she had even felt it in the beginning.

"R-Really?" He was surprised. He never thought she could be jealous back then. And it was Britt, for crying out loud. We all know she loves sex. But, yeah.. Quinn still got jealous. "You know if just you just let me, you could have been my new year's kiss and sex right?"

With another short, humorless laugh Quinn nodded. "I know, but I was dating Sam. It would have been wrong." Quinn hadn't meant to get jealous that night. She was still happy with Sam. But there had always been something about Puck. It wasn't even like she held it against B. How could she? That was her best friend. She was madder at herself than anything.

"I know. That's why I didn't bother to ask or approach you then." He shrugged and closed his eyes, smiling. She got jealous. She got jealous. Puck sang in his thoughts.

Quinn nodded and got up from her bed once again. "I should probably change out of last night's pajamas if we're going to your house." Quinn walked back over to her closet and pulled out one of her dresses. "I'll be right back." She excused herself and went to the bathroom to get changed, despite the fact that Puck had seen her naked before. Quinn changed quickly, before heading back to her room, tossing her clothes into the hamper.

"Alright. I'll be here. Take your time if you want." He smiled at her and watched her leave. She came back to the room pretty quickly. "That was fast." He said curiously. "You're excited to go home, aren't you?" He grinned at her.

Quinn nodded and smiled. "Yeah, really excited." She liked how he called it home, it sounded right. Plus, she felt more at home there than she did in her own house right now. "So, are you ready to go?" She asked as she walked over and stood at the foot of her bed, looking at him.

"Well not as excited as Anna when she sees you. She'll freak out." He laughed and nodded. "I was ready since yesterday." He stood up and took her duffel bag, carrying it for her. "Can't wait to have you back at home." He placed one arm around her shoulders as they were started to walk out of her room.

Quinn made her way downstairs, with Puck's arm around her and smiled. "I can't wait to see her. I really miss Anna." She laughed, and pulled open the front door letting them both out. "I could have carried that you know."

"SPENDING THE NIGHT AT PUCK'S."
-posted by: Quinn

A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed this long chapter!
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