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"Alright Balen, I'm finished."

The little boy finally opened his eyes and looked at Quinn, furrowing his brow and bowing up a bit in his bed as he examined the stitches in his arm.

"That was nothing," he said strongly, pretending to brush his shoulders off as he flexed, "I didn't even feel it."

"Uh huh, whatever you say," Quinn grinned, cleaning off the small table and moving it across the room, "Is that why you closed your eyes?"

"Miss Quinn, please," the little boy said as he waved his hand, "I was just making sure you weren't distracted by my beautiful baby blues." Quinn laughed as she sat back down beside him, patting his knee and sighing.

"You're such a charmer Bale, really."

"What can I say, ladies love me," he shrugged, pulling her hand and winking, "but you know you're the only woman for me."

"How old are you again?" she asked while shaking her head, "Seven?"

"And a half, but baby age is just a number." Quinn rolled as he continued to drop lines on her, laughing hysterically at his failed advances.

"Balen, buddy take it easy there," Jacob smiled as he entered the room, "Seriously, save some charm for the check out nurses, they love you."

"There's plenty of Balen to go around!" the little boy exclaimed as he threw his hands up, squirming around in his bed as Jacob prepped him to leave.

"So I've heard," Jacob murmured, helping the little boy down from his bed and into his sneakers.

"Seriously Miss Quinn, when you gonna realize I'm the only man for you and marry me?"

"Well let's see," Quinn sighed as she leaned against the bed, "You're seven now?"

"And a half," he said while pointing to her.

"Seven and a half, hm, how about you call me in ten and a half years and I'll let you know."

"Aight, I mean Im'ma have to find some love on the side," he said while wiggling his eyebrow, "but they'll never compare to you."

"Alright stud, let's get you checked out and on your way to your next hoochie mama," Jacob chuckled while walking him out, Jacob pointing to the watch on his little arm and grinning.

"I'll be waiting." Quinn waved and watched as he strutted down the hall, her heart breaking as he walked back into the arms of his foster mom. She wondered how soon he'd be back next time, the little boy her most frequent patient.

"I swear to God the next time he comes in I'm drop kicking that woman," Jacob growled as he stood by Quinn, watching the little boy smile at the nurses as he left.

"We can't prove anything," Quinn moaned sadly, time and time again trying to coax the little boy into confessing about the bumps and bruises that covered his little body.

"You know I've always thought about it," Jacob murmured while avoiding Quinn's eyes.

"Thought about what?" she asked curiously.

"You know…maybe…maybe adopting him?" Quinn lit up as she squealed, throwing her hands around his neck and kissing his cheeks.

"Jacob yes! That would be perfect, why haven't you?"

"Well I was waiting for them to finally give me a set schedule and get my life in order. Somewhere in between moving places and meeting Kurt I just lost track," he smiled bashfully, "Do you think-I mean how do you think Kurt would feel? I mean everything's still new and I don't wanna scare him away-"

"Jacob he would be fine! He'd think you'd brought home a life sized Barbie for him to dress!" Jacob laughed as Quinn continued to snuggle with him, neither noticing the tall figure watching.

"Alright, alright, well I'll figure it out," Jacob said while pushing Quinn away, "But if I'm able to you can't molest me like that again."

"Swear," Quinn agreed as she linked pinkies, turning sharply as a gruff voice spoke up.

"Is this a bad time or should I wait until you two are finished?" She looked to see Puck smiling in confusion at her and Jacob, the all too familiar fluttering feeling arising in her stomach again.

"Pu-hi," she said as she broke away from Jacob, ignoring his eyebrow raise and walking towards Puck, "What are you doing here?" He shifted uncomfortably as he shoved his hands in his pockets, mumbling a little before motioning towards the door.

"Do you have a minute?" he asked as he pushed on the exit, Quinn nodding as she turned to Jacob.

"Cover me?"

"Cover him." Quinn and Puck walked outside the exit on the flight of empty stairs, a knot of nervousness taking over as she leaned against the railing. She knew they had quite a bit to discuss, but she wondered what was so urgent for him to just show up.

"Ok, before I say anything I need you to promise me that you trust me." Quinn was now more than concerned as to where this was going, his opening line not having made the anxiety she felt any better.

"Alright…Puck-"

"Just trust me, please," he begged. Quinn nodded as she crossed her arms, wondering what else he could throw at her while preparing for the worst.

"Look I didn't even want to come here today," he said quickly, noticing Quinn's hurt face and quickly back tracking, "No! No! Not because I didn't wanna see you, I always wanna see you, but I just-I-I felt like I should wait till this was all sorted out ya know? Its just all gotten really complicated and confusing and I didn't wanna drag you down anymore than I already have-"

"Puck calm down-"

"So I was gonna just talk to Robyn first and take care of it all, but then things went way in the opposite direction and I didn't know what to do. I mean I tried, I did, to clear that all up and end it before I came but then I realized that if I didn't get to you first then she would, and well, we all know how it went the last time she broke you news-"

"Puck-"

"And I'm sorry this is all so crazy and confusing, and I'm sorry I've strung you along-"

"PUCK!" Quinn stood in front of him and placed her hands on his cheeks as she broke his focus, his angry rambling becoming a little unbearable, "Slow it down, breathe." Puck laughed a little as he stared down at her, shaking his head a little and exhaling.

"Sorry," he said bashfully, "I've just been out of it lately."

"Wonder why," Quinn asked sarcastically, Puck smirking at her for implying Robyn, "Now what are you trying to tell me?" He stared into her eyes while dreading the next few moments, his chest tightening while it became a little hard to breathe.

"I told Robyn everything," he said finally while causing Quinn's eyes to bulge.

"Oh-I…well what-what'd she say?" Puck cursed inwardly as he spoke, forcing the words out to get the moment over with.

"She moved the wedding to tomorrow." Quinn's breath hitched in her throat as she swallowed hard, kicking herself for thinking that Robyn wouldn't find a new way to surprise her.

"But I'm putting a stop to it, I swear Quinn," Puck added quickly, able to tell she was pulling away from him again, "I promise you, I'm gonna tell her tonight before rehearsal and everything that this is over." Quinn was happy to hear him say that but she didn't know if she actually believed him, knowing Robyn had a way of manipulating Puck with his conscience.

"Quinn please, you have to trust me, I'm not gonna hurt you anymore. I know I've been a complete bitch these past few weeks and I've been pulling you back and forth and I'm sorry. I let my guilt over Robyn and my fear of becoming my dad run my life but no more, I'm not confused or lying anymore." Quinn still didn't move as he spoke, a throbbing headache forming in her temple.

"I-I have to get back to work," she said softly, completely unable to deal with any if it at the moment.

"Quinn, damn it wait," Puck said as he tugged her back, knowing this would happen but needing to come anyways, "Look I didn't mean to bring you down and upset you, but I had to tell you this, myself. Robyn would've called you sooner or later to tell you to bring Beth tonight and then you would've found out from her and well, do you remember what happened the last time Robyn spilled the beans? 'Cause my face does." Quinn knew he was probably right, and she knew she shouldn't feel so hurt, but her mind was jumbled and she couldn't make heads or tails of the situation anymore.

"I get it Puck, I do its just that-"

"You think I'm gonna marry her, don't you?"

"Well you haven't given me any reason not to, I mean the last time I thought something happened between us you hit me with another bombshell." Puck nodded in agreement, knowing she was right but bound to prove her wrong.

"Look, all those things I did were wrong and I know that, but I know what I want Quinn-"

"And what is that?" she snapped.

"You, all of you. Nothing is gonna change that and nothing is gonna stop it, so you have to believe me when I promise you that this is over." Quinn could see the sincerity in his eyes as he slid his hand down her cheek, Quinn leaning into it as she closed her eyes.

"What about Robyn and the baby? Don't you think she'll say-"

"I'll be there for my baby. Like you said, the same thing happened with you and me and look how great Beth is. Sure, she's got a temper and a mean right hook, but I feel like I can learn from her of what not to do." Quinn laughed as he pulled her in, wrapping her in his arms and resting against her forehead, "I promise Quinn, everything is gonna change for us ok? I'm gonna make this right for you and me and Beth." Quinn nodded as he pecked her forehead, opening the door back up and leading her in.

"I'll see you tonight ok?" Quinn waved as he left, still feeling unsure of their situation. She turned to head back when she was met face to face with Jacob, who was arching his brow and tapping his foot.

"And what was that all about?" he asked knowingly, Quinn yet having informed her friends of her night.

"Oh, that? Er, nothing," she lied, not wanting to say anything until everything was cleared, "Just stopping by to say hi."

"Quinn, my love, you're a beautiful woman but a terrible liar, so you either cough up the truth or I tell Kurt it was you who spilled Coke on his Armani loafers."

"You wouldn't!" Quinn gasped, "We agreed! That didn't leave the circle of trust!"

"Oh honey I will snap that shit in half if you don't spill…again," Jacob shot back, Quinn growling as she gave in.

"Fine, but if you tell Kurt or Merc-"

"I'll let you spill Coke on my Armani loafers," he nodded, "Now talk!"


Puck gripped the steering wheel hard as he drove towards the church, each mile he drove making him more and more anxious. It wasn't that he was dreading ending things with Robyn but he wasn't looking forward to breaking her heart in front of their friends and family, even if it made things easier for him. He had tried her all day on her cell but had come up with no luck, her voicemail clicking on because she was either ignoring him or frantically calling everyone they knew to inform them of the date change. He knew that she'd be calling Quinn sometime soon about Beth and he smiled as he envisioned how that chat would go, wondering if Robyn would hurl insults or play it cool. Regardless of how messy things got he was at least glad he'd have Finn and Artie there for support, seeing as they had unhappily to agreed to serve as best man and groomsman.

He saw the entrance for the church up ahead and his stomach did another flip, Puck groaning as he flicked on his blinker. He pulled in and was baffled, the parking lot lined with cars.

"The hell?" he asked as he climbed out, slamming his door while taking in the scene.

"Puck, what the hell?" He turned to come face to face with Mercedes and Kurt, both looking more than agitated as they walked up.

"Hey-wait, what are you two doing here? Did Robyn put you in the wedding?"

"Jesus no, my support for the gruesome twosome stop there," Kurt said as he rolled his eyes.

"Psh please, my booty ain't made for them dresses anyhow," Mercedes added, "No we're here because Robyn told everyone to meet here tonight. Something about the wedding and a change of plans?" Puck groaned once more as he rested his head against the window, shaking it back and forth in dismay.

"I can't believe-look, Robyn decided to bump the wedding up to tomorrow night." Kurt and Mercedes both shared the same look of concern, immediately reaching for their cells as Puck stopped them.

"Quinn knows, put the phones down," Puck interrupted, the two of them sighing in relief.

"Well why call everyone here just to tell us that?" Mercedes asked in confusion, Puck throwing his hands up as he made his way to the church.

"I don't know, you got me, but there's not gonna be any wedding because I'm ending this whole thing," Puck told them as he stepped up the church stairs, both of them squealing behind him and tugging him back.

"Seriously? Seriously?" they asked in unison, Puck not amused at their faces, "I mean its over? You've finally seen the light?"

"Yes, asses, I've finally seen the light," Puck said as he slid them off of him, "So if you don't mind I-"

"Puck, what the fuck!" Puck turned his head sharply to find Finn running out of the church, clad in his suit and tugging at his friend, "I've been calling you for the past half hour! Where the hell have you been?"

"You're worse than a one night stand, Jesus dude what's wrong?" Puck laughed, "And why are you wearing your penguin suit, rehearsals aren't even happening-"

"Puck don't you get it?" Finn asked frustrated, motioning to the parking lot while moving erratically, "This isn't rehearsal Puck, this is your wedding!"