A/N: Sorry for the huge delay, I got writers block, and then real life got in the way etc. But I'm back on board now, so hopefully back to updating every weekend, though reviews will make me more determined to do that *hinty hint*
Anyways, read, enjoy, there's some Puck/Santana, Puck/Quinn, Santana/Quinn and some Puck/Santana/Quinn interactions/sweetness in here, so something for everyone!
Chapter Ten: 12 Weeks
By the time Puck arrived, Quinn and Santana were curled up together on their bed, fast asleep, hair still wet from their shower. Puck stood in the doorway for a few seconds, just taking in the sight before him, the two girls were curled around each other so much that it was almost impossible to tell which limbs belonged to which girl, if not for the stark contrast in their skin tones.
Quietly, Puck headed over to the bed, sliding in behind Santana and wrapping an arm around her waist.
"Go away," Santana grumbled, shrugging her shoulder to try and push Puck away, but he only tightened his grip on the brunette.
"Be nice, Princess," Puck spoke quietly, waiting for Santana to register his voice.
"Be nice and don't wake me up," Santana bit back, making Puck smile at the hostility in her voice.
"You're gonna wake Quinn if you talk in her ear like that," Puck warned, but Quinn was already groaning lightly as she stretched against Santana's hold.
"You're gonna wake Quinn," Santana argued, refusing to open her eyes though she did snuggle back into Puck's embrace.
"I'm awake," Quinn mumbled, blinking her green eyes to clear the sleep. "San, be nice."
"Yeah, San," Puck teased. "Be nice."
Santana poked her tongue out, still refusing to open her eyes, she hated waking up from naps even more than she hated waking up first thing in the morning.
"You took ages," Quinn said to Puck, untangling herself lightly from Santana's embrace to lean over and kiss her boyfriend.
"Mmmm," Puck agreed against Quinn's lips, speaking only when she had pulled back from him. "Mom wasn't even home when I got there, she got held up talking to someone at the supermarket or something."
"Not that we had time to miss you," Santana replied cheekily. "We were way too busy with each other."
Puck pouted adorably at Quinn, waiting for the blonde to disregard the brunette's words like she always did.
"You missed me, right?"
"Always," Quinn replied. "Santana's just being a bitch because you woke her from her post-sex nap, you know how she is."
"Your fault for wearing me out," Santana shot back, making Quinn blush. "Not that I'm complaining or anything."
"Kids! Dinner!" Maribel's voice carried up the stairs, interrupting the teenagers.
"You two can tell me more about that right after dinner," Puck grinned. "I can't wait to hear all about your afternoon."
"You should have been next door, I'm sure the neighbours heard at least some of Quinn's screams," Santana smirked as Quinn blushed even further.
"Santana!" She cried out.
"That's probably exactly what they heard, Kitten," Santana laughed, moving out of the way as Quinn tried to jab her in the side.
"Dinner!" Maribel's voice called again, and Santana got up off the bed, holding her hands out to Quinn.
"You can't be mad at me, Kitten," Santana smiled. "You love me."
"You're lucky I do," Quinn shook her head as Santana pulled her up from the bed.
Puck followed the two girls downstairs, stopping Santana at the bottom of the staircase to kiss her lightly.
"Sorry for waking you up, I'll make it up to you later," he promised with a wink.
Friday night had become pizza night and the two families ate their meal casually, they had become close over the past few weeks and everyone got along great, like one big family.
Quinn sat down with her pizza on the living room floor, her legs stretched out in front of her and she smiled as Santana sat down next to her outstretched legs, stretching her own over Quinn's legs and leaving them bent at the knees slightly.
Ruth and Maribel sat on the sofa closest to Quinn and Santana, while Hannah and Carlos sat together on the other sofa, with Hannah talking to Carlos about her soccer game in the morning.
"I love that Hannah finally has a father-figure in her life," Puck commented as he sat down on the other side of Quinn, watching his younger sister talking so excitedly with Carlos.
"It's cool that our families get along so well," Santana agreed, looking over at their Moms who were laughing to themselves about something nobody else had heard.
"Just a pity my family are..." Quinn started quietly and Santana reached out to take Quinn's hand.
"Hey!" Santana said loudly as she shook her head. "No, way Kitten, this is your family now, you've got no responsibility to those assholes."
"Language, Santana!" Maribel warned her daughter.
"Sorry, Mami," Santana apologised before turning her attention back to Quinn. "This is all the family you need, right here. Everyone in this room is crazy about you, and I know you're pretty keen on at least most of us."
"Sorry, can I blame the hormones?" Quinn said with a small smile and Santana smiled back at her.
"What time are the ultrasounds tomorrow?" Puck asked, eager to get away from the topic of Quinn's family, just the thought of Russell Fabray hitting his girlfriends a few weeks ago still made his blood boil.
"At ten," Quinn reminded him, as she took out her cell phone and quickly sent a text to Puck.
San and I want to invite your Mom and Hannah to come. M&D Lopez are coming.
Quinn hadn't wanted to say it out loud and risk someone hearing it, but her and Santana had talked about it as they lay cuddled up before falling asleep earlier and they agreed they wanted Santana's parents there again, as well as Puck's family.
Puck nodded as he read the txt, smiling as he called out to his Mom to get her attention.
"Hey Mom? Do you and Hannah want to come to the ultrasounds tomorrow? Meet your grandbabies for the first time?" Puck asked, his smile growing as he saw his Mom's eyes fill with tears as she nodded excitedly. "What do you say, Aunty Hannah?"
"Do they look like babies?" Hannah wanted to know and Noah shrugged.
"They didn't last time, but it's still pretty awesome."
"Wow," Hannah's amazed gasp filled the room with laughter as Quinn and Santana's obstetrician, Dr Fields held the ultrasound wand over Quinn's stomach, the sound of the heartbeat steadily filling the room as relatively baby-looking image came up on the screen. "Is that my niece or nephew?"
"It's too early to tell, I'm afraid," Dr Fields told the excited little girl. "So Quinn you're about 12 weeks along now, am I right?"
"That's right," Quinn replied, tearing her eyes away from the screen to look up at Puck who was gripping her hand tightly. She could see Puck's eyes glistening with happy tears and she struggled to choke back her own. Quinn turned to look at Santana who was gripping her other hand just as tightly and Quinn was a little shocked to see the Latina with tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Everything looks great here, Quinn," Dr Fields said as she moved the wand around Quinn's stomach. "What a lucky baby to have such a big family here to see him or her."
"Quinn and Santana's babies are gonna be the luckiest babies in the world," Hannah told the doctor. "They'll each have an Aunty, two Grandmas, a Grandpa, a Daddy and two Mommies!"
"That's very lucky," Dr Fields agreed, smiling at the beaming little girl.
Quinn kept her eyes locked with Santana's, they had never talked about what the babies would call the other girl, but Hannah's words had never been more true, their babies would be so lucky to have a Daddy and two Mommies to love them.
After the ultrasound the group split up, and Puck drove the girls to a nearby diner for lunch, Santana had been going on about cheeseburgers all morning and Quinn was craving anything that had bacon.
While they waited for their meals to arrive, Puck took out the photographs from the scans, a smile on his face as he looked between the two pictures.
"I wonder who they are going to look like," Quinn questioned. "Maybe they'll look kind of similar."
"Wouldn't it be freaky if they looked like twins or something," Santana laughed. "That would probably confuse people."
"I bet they will each look like their Mommies," Puck challenged. "Blonde and green eyes for your baby, Quinn and black hair and brown eyes just like you San."
"If we're having a little boy I bet he has your mohawk," Quinn smiled. "But San I think your baby will look just like Puck, with your attitude."
"My attitude?" Santana faked a gasp. "I swear our baby better not have a mohawk, Puckerman."
"I hope they both have mohawks, that would be awesome!" Puck grinned, looking back at the photos, trying to imagine his two babies, what they would look like, who they would act like, it blew his mind a little bit.
The next week at school Sue was in the worst mood anyone had ever seen her in, she barked orders at students in the hallways and tormented the Glee club more than ever. Santana and Quinn were still ignored at Cheerios practice every day, but they kept turning up, not wanting their coach to win, though they knew it was only a matter of time before she finally kicked them off the squad.
That day came on Thursday afternoon, just as Quinn and Santana were heading to their last class. Sue came down the hallway towards them, stopping right in front of the pair.
"You're off the Cheerios, I can't have pregnant girls on my squad. You're both a disgrace," Sue's voice was eerily calm as she spoke, looking between the two teenagers, her eyes narrowed for a second before she stepped around them and carried on down the hallway.
Santana and Quinn stood glued to where they stood as everyone else moved around them, talking and laughing, while the two girls felt like everything they had ever worked towards was falling down around them.
Though they knew it was coming, it didn't make the news hurt any less. They had dedicated their whole high school lives to the Cheerios, daily practices, weekends, competitions, fundraisers, everything that they had to do, they had done 100% and now it was all gone, none of it mattered.
Puck noticed his girlfriends sitting in the bleachers as soon as football practice began, and the minute he could, he headed over to them. He had grown used to seeing them sit there after they got bored of being ignored by Sue, but it didn't seem like they had gone to practice at all today.
"Sue finally kicked us off the squad," Santana informed Puck as he opened his mouth to ask what was going on.
"Babe, I'm sorry," Puck said sincerely to Santana before turning to Quinn. "I hope she wasn't a bitch about it."
"She was weirdly calm," Quinn admitted. "Which was probably worse than yelling-Sue."
Puck shuddered at the thought of yelling-Sue, but he knew that calm-Sue would have been just as scary, if not more, since it wasn't the way Sue usually acted.
"Go and finish your practice before you get in trouble," Quinn told Puck and he nodded, looking over at his Coach who was looking rather mad at him leaving the field.
"I love you both," Puck smiled as he started to jog away, turning to shoot a smile in their direction as he neared his team.
"He's kinda sweet sometimes," Santana teased, bumping her shoulder into Quinn's.
"Kinda sometimes," Quinn giggled back, leaning against Santana. "Just like you."
"I'm a bad-ass," Santana argued and Quinn brought Santana's hand around to rest on her stomach, moving her own hand so she was mirroring the actions on Santana's stomach.
Quinn looked at Santana, seeing the soft smile that crossed her face as she looked down first at Quinn's hand and then over at her own hand on Quinn's stomach.
"A bad-ass wouldn't get all emotional at something like this," Quinn teased with a giggle and Santana's eyes darted up to connect with Quinn's.
"So I'm a pregnant bad-ass, I have emotional issues kinda sometimes," Santana retorted, unable to wipe the proud smile off her face.
"Kinda sometimes," Quinn giggled once more.
Quinn was spending her free period in the home economics room, making cupcakes for the bake sale to raise money for the bus to take them to sectionals. Neither Puck nor Santana had a free period at the same time as her, so she had been surprised when Puck text her to ask where she was.
"I didn't even know we had a home ec room," he smiled as he entered the room where Quinn was alone, letting the door close softly behind him. "And I didn't know you could bake."
"Shouldn't you be in class?" Quinn asked as she continued to put the liners in the cupcake trays. It was suddenly a little bit strange to be alone with Puck, she spent a lot of time alone with Santana, since they lived together and shared a bed every night, but majority of the time she was with Puck, Santana was there. It wasn't a bad type of strange, but Quinn certainly felt her nerves kicking in knowing that she had no Santana to share their boyfriend's affections with.
"Teacher was sick, no sub so here I am with a bonus free period," Puck explained as he crossed the room to stand next to Quinn, one hand resting on the counter, and one hand resting on his hip as he smirked at Quinn. "What's all this?"
"Ingredients for cupcakes," Quinn told him, glancing to the side to see Puck watching her intently, and she felt her breathing quicken at his close proximity to her. "My own secret recipe."
Puck reached out and grabbed Quinn's hand, lacing their fingers together.
"Can I help you bake?" Puck's voice had taken on the tone of voice that Quinn noticed he only ever used with her, it was softer than normal, and different to the teasing tone he often took with Santana. It was sincere and loving, and it made Quinn's stomach erupt into butterflies as she looked up at him through her long eyelashes.
"Do you know how to bake?" Quinn asked with a shaky voice, turning to look back at her ingredients as she tried to steady her breathing. This was why she had slept with Puck that first time, being around him turned her brain into mush, the way he looked at her, his voice, the way his simple touches drove her crazy. The same thing happened when Santana was there too, but Quinn knew that when her girlfriend was around, Puck's attention was focused on the two of them, equally, and she just wasn't used to having all of his attention on her.
"Well no," Puck confessed. "But I have strong muscles so I'm sure I can mix a little bit of flour and sugar together for you."
Quinn quirked an eyebrow at him and Puck's hands moved to the button of his shirt, undoing the top one.
"What are you doing?" Quinn asked, her voice low as she felt her entire mouth go dry as she watched Puck's chest slowly come into view.
"You didn't look like you believed I had muscles, so I was just going to show them to you," Puck smirked, undoing another button, watching as Quinn's green eyes followed the exposed skin closely. "Like what you see?"
Quinn tore her eyes away from her boyfriend's chest, looking up at him for a second before she turned back to the counter, trying to pretend like Puck wasn't sending her body into overdrive with his flirting.
"I see that almost every day," Quinn reminded him. "Impressive the first few times, but now..."
With Quinn's words Puck snatched her hand back up, bring it down low to duck under the material of his shirt until it settled on his defined stomach, the muscles moving under the touch of her soft hand.
"Still impressive," Puck countered, watching as Quinn's eyes darkened before a smile spread across her face.
"You are such an egghead," Quinn's voice was raspy as she smiled up at Puck.
"I'm not," Puck protested lightly, letting their hands drop from under his shirt.
Quinn's eyes darted down to look at Puck's lips, they were standing close enough that she could have easily leant forward and kissed him, but she was afraid if she started to kiss him, she wouldn't be able to stop herself, and she knew Puck had no self control, and they were still at school.
Puck thought for sure Quinn was going to kiss him, but instead Quinn turned her head back towards her piles of ingredients and bowls, smirking as she quickly snatched up an egg and cracked it onto Puck's head.
Gasping, Puck looked up at the blonde who was biting down on her bottom lip while trying to hold in her giggles. He thought for a split second about kissing her, wanting to draw that bottom lip into his mouth and sink his own teeth gently into it, but instead he decided to enact his revenge first, and then ravish his girlfriend.
Puck reached into the bag of flour, taking a small amount in his hand and flicking it at the giggling Quinn who gasped in surprise before letting out a laugh as she tossed cocoa powder onto his shirt.
In this moment Puck realised how happy his girlfriend finally was. The girl who had ruled the hallways was gone, as was the girl who had feared crossing paths with the Cheerios coach in case she was kicked off the team. This was the girl he was seeing every day, the one who could laugh and smile, tease and have fun with the freedom that her new life had given her.
Puck used two hands to scoop up the mixture from one of the bowls, opening his hands and letting the dry ingredients fall all over Quinn who turned to lessen the impact.
"That was perfectly measured!" Quinn cried out, not even caring the slightest, as she enjoyed the silly moment with her boyfriend, just like any other teenager.
Within minutes both Quinn and Puck were covered in flour, sugar, baking soda, cocoa powder and every other ingredient they could get their hands on to throw at the other.
Both were breathless as Puck stepped forward and pushed some of Quinn's messy blonde hair away from her face, watching as she nervously looked down at the way their bodies were pressed tightly together. Puck took those few seconds to take in the blonde's beauty, her dark eyelashes fluttering closed, her teeth sinking into her full lip again, her sparkling eyes darting back up to meet with his, the pure happiness and love that shone through the green made Puck's heart swell.
He dipped his head, brushing their lips together in a soft, sweet kiss, tasting the cocoa and sugar on her lips. Puck waited a few seconds, wondering if Quinn would push him away or let him continue, and when she made no move, her pressed their lips together again.
Quinn let out a soft sigh as she kissed Puck back, feeling her legs start to shake as Puck's tongue swept across her bottom lip, asking for her permission to deepen the kiss. Quinn let her lips part ever so slightly and she felt Puck's tongue wasting no time parting them further to explore her mouth.
As their tongues twisted together, Puck lifted Quinn effortlessly onto the counter, stepping forward to stand between her legs, his fingers gripping into her hips as he broke their kiss and moved his lips down to her neck.
Quinn moaned softly as Puck's mouth kissed and licked it's way down her neck, she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him tightly to her skin, her fingers curling into his hair and tugging as he bit down harshly on her collarbone, sucking the soft skin into his mouth until Quinn cried out.
"What the hell?" Neither of them had heard the door open, and Finn stood there with a smirk upon his face.
"We're baking," Quinn said innocently, looking around the room at the mess they had created.
"I can see that," Finn agreed. "I'm no expert, but I think the ingredients are meant to be in the bowls."
"That would probably help," Puck agreed. "You really should take some baking lessons, Fabray."
Finn stayed for a few more minutes, talking to Puck about something to do with football while Quinn started to clean up the mess. Once the taller boy left, Puck moved back to Quinn, helping her to clean up the rest of room, the pair working in silence but exchanging smiles and happy glances every few minutes.
Before long, the room was clean and Quinn and Puck had managed to tidy themselves up a little as well, most of the dry ingredients brushed off their clothes and Quinn helped Puck to wash the egg out of his hair.
The bell sounded just as they finished and Puck took Quinn's hand to walk her to her next class.
"You look really beautiful today," Puck said quietly as they walked down the busy hallway. "I thought I'd miss the uniform, but you look amazing."
Quinn blushed at the compliment. She knew that she didn't wear clothes that were as sexy as Santana's, that wasn't her style, but she loved knowing that Puck thought she looked good in what she was comfortable wearing.
When they got to Quinn's class Puck reluctantly let go of her hand, shooting her a smile as he watched her enter the class and sit down at a desk next to Santana before he carried on to his own class further down the hallway.
"Nice hickey, Kitten," Santana teased as Quinn slid into her seat, smirking as Quinn's fingers immediately found the mark, which was still stinging slightly.
"Me and Puck were baking cupcakes," Quinn smiled, thinking back to the make-out session that had occurred instead.
"Did you put your neck on the hot stove then?" Santana smirked, watching the blush rise up on her girlfriend's cheeks as the blonde realised she wasn't fooling Santana. "And is that flour in your hair?"
"Baking with Puck is... interesting," Quinn supplied, knowing that Santana was going to want details later, which Quinn would be only too willing to share, or show to her girlfriend.