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A/N: Prom night…
"Doc I could kiss you," Puck grinned, rubbing his hands together. "You have no idea how much I'm ready for this."
"Well, Noah, I'll take your word for it. The kisses you can keep to yourself," Doctor Cota grinned back at him, he'd come to like his patient over the last few weeks since the accident. "Or you can give them to your beautiful daughter and her mommy."
Puck sighed with relief as the cast was removed from his leg. "Oh yeah," he sighed. "Cool. A proper shower tonight before prom. With Quinn," his voice reflected his excitement.
"Prom with Quinn?" Dr Cota laughed. "I should hope so, she'd probably break something other than your leg if you took someone else."
"Shower with Quinn," Puck corrected. "I think I've missed that most of all. Well, that and giving Beth her bath."
"Most guys would have missed something else," Dr Cota muttered quietly and raised his eyebrows.
"Most guys aren't as determined as me, I didn't miss out on that," Puck replied with a wink and a grin.
"That's possibly more information than your mother needed," Dr Cota looked towards Ruth, smiling.
"I'm afraid he has no shame doctor. With or without morphine," Ruth smiled back. "And I can embarrass him easily enough if I want to," she added. Dr Cota laughed along with Ruth.
After a final x-ray and some advice regarding physical therapy to regain the strength in his leg, Puck left the hospital with his mom, a happy young man.
Ruth dropped him off at school and waited till he'd gone in before calling Judy. "It's a go. Cast is off and he can drive again," she said.
"We'll be there in twenty minutes," Judy replied, excitement in her voice.
The day passed quickly enough, Puck didn't have any morning classes with Quinn so they didn't see each other till lunchtime. "Hey," he said against her lips. "Notice anything different?" he asked as he turned slowly in a circle, his arms spread wide, his grin even wider.
"No crutches, no cast and proper pants on," Quinn squealed with excitement. "That means you can dance with me tonight at prom."
"It means we can shower together before we go," Puck replied, smirking, "and yes, I'll dance with you."
Quinn's arms snaked round his neck as his went round her waist, their lips almost joined, swaying together on the spot. "Mmmmm, shower together. I've missed that," she whispered.
"Break it up, break it up, it's lunchtime, people don't want to see that, they're eating," Sue Sylvester grumbled. "Puckerman, my eye will be on you all night tonight. If I see you anywhere near the punch bowl, I'll break your other leg," she growled.
Quinn and Puck watched her stalk away looking for someone else to terrorize and threaten. "How is that woman still a teacher?" Quinn asked, shaking her head.
Glee that afternoon was a quick run through of the set list for prom. They'd conducted their rehearsal of the songs on the bus on the way home yesterday so it was only a refresher of the dance routines. They'd picked songs they'd performed before to make it easier on everyone, knowing that they wouldn't have time to come up with routines for anything new. Puck showed off his cast-less leg. "I can't be too energetic Mr Schue, but, damn, this feels good," he said with a smile.
The final bell rang at the end of the day. Puck waited at Quinn's locker, she'd driven in by herself this morning and as his mom had dropped him off, Puck knew he would be riding home with her.
"Ready Puckerman?" Quinn called, coming up behind him. "Do you want to drive?" she asked.
"Yeah, give me those keys," he grinned at her. "I'll drive your little lady bug," he laughed, mocking her bright red VW Beetle. Quinn passed him the keys and took hold of his hand, talking to him about the night ahead. She hinted at the underwear she hadn't shown him in New York, she'd only showed him the dress and of course his shirt.
In the parking lot Puck looked round, confused. He thought he knew where Quinn had parked. He'd seen her car there when his mom dropped him off this morning. Now he stood looking round, not seeing any sign of her bright red Beetle. "Errm, Q?" he said, hesitantly. "Where the fuck is your car?"
Quinn looked round. "I parked it right over there," she indicated with a general wave of her hand. "Somewhere. I think."
"I know when you park at the mall you have to write down the number and the colour of the lot you've parked in because you forget," Puck murmured, "but this is school and the lot isn't big enough for you to lose a car in. I think it must have been stolen."
Quinn turned a shocked gaze on him, tears forming. "Who would do that?" she demanded. "Who would steal a car from a school lot?" she asked, her voice trembling. "How?"
"Well, I know you didn't leave your keys in it," Puck comforted her, "I have them right here in my…what the fuck?" he asked as he pulled the keys she'd given him from his pocket. "These aren't your keys," he informed Quinn then looked up at her, saw her smiling face and then saw Judy appearing from behind a big black SUV
"No, you're right, those aren't Quinn's keys, they're yours," Judy informed Puck with a shy smile. "I told you Noah, if you want to marry my daughter, you have to accept the car too."
Puck looked at the car, seeing for the first time the brand new vehicle that stood where Quinn's car had been this morning. "You really did it?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. "I thought you'd forgotten about that," Puck shook his head and forced out a breath. "Wow. Judy, you really, really shouldn't have done it, but damn. It's beautiful."
"It's all yours," Judy said and held her hands up, presenting it to him. "A new car seat has already been installed in the back for Beth. All you need to do is get in and drive."
Puck shook his head, still rooted to the spot, looking at the car. "Where's Quinn's car?" he asked. He didn't know why he needed to know, he just needed to know.
"Well, this morning it was like Wacky Races," Judy laughed as she explained how they'd managed the swap. "Quinn arrived at school and left her keys on the wheel. When your mom dropped you off, Peter drove this car here, I followed in my car. I moved Quinn's car, Peter parked this one in the same place then met Quinn to hand over the keys then he drove to your house in Quinn's car. I followed and picked him up from there. And by the way Quinn, your sister thinks she might be in slow labour."
"Arrgghhh," Quinn screamed, dragging her phone from her bag. "Frannie? How do you feel? I know, it sucks. Yeah, I remember, God do I remember. No it's totally ok to scream and swear. Remember what I told you about grabbing Peter's chest, make sure you get a good hold, the bruising hurts like hell for days after. I broke three nails just to make sure Puck got hurt too," Quinn said in a rush, she listened for a while, nodding. "Call me if you go to the hospital. I don't care that its prom, you're my sister, I want to be there when my niece makes her appearance. Promise? You better. Talk to you later," she said then ended the call. Quinn turned to her mom. "I bet it won't be for hours yet. She doesn't sound like she's in too much pain or distress," she commented then looked at Puck. "We'll probably manage the whole prom before we get a call."
"Good job we won't be drinking then. May I give you a ride home?" he grinned at Quinn unlocking the car with a press of the fob. "Judy? Would you like a ride?" he asked.
"No thanks, my car's there," she said as she pointed behind her. "Enjoy prom and I'll keep you informed about Frannie. Bye honey, bye Noah," she said and hugged them both, kissing their cheeks before heading out herself.
"Fuck I can't believe your mom really did this. I thought we'd managed to distract her enough that she'd forget," Puck mumbled, drawing Quinn close, his eyes still on his new car.
"My mother? Forget something?" Quinn scoffed. "Not a chance. She's had this hiding in her garage since before we went to New York. She's only been waiting till your cast came off to be able to give it to you. It's a wonder she hasn't broken before now and told you about it. Surprises aren't my mother's strong suit," she told Puck then looked deep into his eyes. "Tell me really, do you like it? Am I worth it?" she asked.
"I love it and you are so worth it," Puck murmured as he walked her backwards till her back was against the new car, his mouth claiming hers in a long, hot kiss that went on and on, till they heard a car horn honking beside them.
"Whoever owns this car is not going to be happy at you making out against it," Finn advised them. "That is some seriously expensive car."
"Actually, I don't mind," Puck said. "I'd be pissed to see someone else making out against it though," he agreed then pressed the fob to lock then unlock the car.
"Fuck!" Finn breathed. "This is yours?" he asked.
Puck nodded, a half smile on his face. "Yeah, but I had to take it. It comes with a lifetime supply of Quinn," he told Finn.
"Puckerman," Quinn grinned, "you asshole. It's the other way round. The car comes with me not me with the car."
"What?" Finn looked at them as though they'd lost their minds. "I don't get it."
"Don't worry about it. It's a long story," Puck told his friend, laughing. "We'll see you tonight at prom, ok?"
"Cool," Finn nodded. "Have you got a limo or something? We can pick you up in ours, there's only me, Rachel, Kurt and Blaine in ours and it'll hold eight. We thought about you two and Sam and Mercedes but then you risk hurting other people that you didn't ask. It gets too confusing if you ask me," Finn finished with a grumble.
"No, we'll come in this," Puck replied, pointing at his new car. "Quinn's sister is in labour so we might have to shoot off to the hospital anyway, so," he shrugged, "it'll just be easier if we come in the car."
"Ok, I'll see you both later," Finn waved as he drove off, honking his horn again.
"Think we've got time to have a little ride round before we have to get dressed and stuff?" Puck asked, nudging Quinn's shoulder. "Maybe find an out of the way place and christen the front seat? If Frannie doesn't have the baby tonight maybe christen the back seat on the way home after prom?"
"I like the thought but we don't have time," Quinn sighed. "Cherelle is coming to do my hair and make up and I thought you wanted us to shower first?" she asked and looked at him, a smirk on her face. "I'd rather go home and have a shower," she admitted.
"But we're on for the ride home tonight, right?" Puck asked, he desperately wanted to christen the seats.
"Oh yeah," Quinn agreed, laughing. "That's a date." Then she leant towards him to press a smiling kiss on his lips
Quinn and Puck pulled up at home, Sarah came out of the house carrying Beth. She kicked her legs and shouted when she saw her mommy and daddy get out of the car. Sarah put her down to go to them, Puck bent down to pick her up. He hugged her close. "Oh I have missed doing that baby girl," he said, kissing her cheeks. "And if you have your bath early enough, daddy can bath you tonight," he told Beth and kissed her again.
"Hey, Quinn," Sarah called. "Someone called Cherelle just called, he say's he'll be a little late, ok?"
"Errm, Sarah, we say 'she' for Cherelle," Quinn replied looking a little embarrassed. "Cherelle is pre-op," she explained when she saw the confusion on both Puck and Sarah's faces. "Born a man, Charles Henderson, soon to be a woman, Cherelle Henderson. And please don't stare when he, sh…oot I mean when she comes in. Ok?"
"I'll try," Puck murmured. "I'm not promising anything." He thought about it a little. "How can any dude want to get their junk chopped off? It's insane," he wondered out loud.
"Just because you let your junk define who you are doesn't mean it's the same for every guy," Quinn replied. "Some men, and women come to that, feel they were born in the wrong bodies. Cherelle is one of them," she explained. She caught the look between Puck and Sarah. "Promise me, best behaviour, both of you," she demanded. Quinn didn't get the immediate response she thought she'd get. "Otherwise you," she pointed at Puck, "shower alone and forget the ride home, and Sarah, I don't have anything to bribe you with but I'm sure I'll think of something. Eventually."
"I don't hear you complaining about my junk. In fact…" Puck started to say before Quinn cut him off, grabbing him by the arm.
"Come on Puckerman, if you want to shower," Quinn said and pulled him by the elbow. "You're staying a while tonight, right Sarah?" she asked.
"Oh yes, I want to see you in your prom dress," Sarah sighed at the thought.
Quinn's phone buzzed. "It's my mom," Quinn told them before answering. "It seems like my niece is staying put for a while longer, mom says Frannie's contractions have stopped, they must have been Braxton Hicks like she thought."
"Well, that should mean we don't get called away from prom at least," Puck shrugged. He wasn't sure he wanted to spend the night in the hospital waiting for a baby to come. It was hard enough when he was there for Quinn but really, did he have to be there for her sister too?
Puck and Quinn had a quick snack in the kitchen with Beth, Hannah and Sarah before Ruth got home from work. Puck insisted on Beth having an early bath so that he could be the one to bathe her. Beth loved it. She giggled and squealed, loving every second. Quinn was ready to get in the shower and as they were running short of time, Sarah took over getting Beth dried and into her pyjamas. Puck made sure he got into the shower right behind Quinn.
"Oh God," he sighed, pressing into her. "I have so missed this. I love the feel of you, your skin wet, pressed up against me. Perfect," Puck whispered against the skin of her throat.
"Don't you dare, Puckerman," Quinn gasped as his teeth grazed the sensitive flesh. "Any hickies on this neck and there's no way I'm going to prom," Quinn warned.
"No hickies, I promise," Puck smiled against her throat, he turned her round to face him. Quinn leant into his body, his arms round her, his hands stroking up and down her back. Quinn's hands took hold of his hips and slowly kissed her way down his chest and stomach, sinking lower in the tub until she was on her knees in front of him. Puck's hands were tangled in her wet hair, the shower cascading down on them. As her lips closed around him, he sucked in a breath, looking down, watching her looking up, watching him. With her mouth full Quinn smiled then pushed forward, engulfing him. Puck let out a moan. Quinn began a regular, even motion, back and forth, her hand adding a twist to the base of his screaming erection. She altered pattern, letting him free of her mouth to use her tongue, lapping the taste of him, her mouth returning to the task, her hand moving more rapidly. Puck pulled her off him, shaking his head.
Puck helped Quinn to stand up then turned her round, she braced her hands on the tile, bending forward slightly. Quinn looked over her shoulder, saw the look on his face. Puck watched himself as he slowly guided himself into her, letting out a breath when he was buried so deep that her ass was pressed right up against him. He didn't make big moves, he just rocked further and further in. And then wham! His pace was so fast, Quinn's body felt like it was on fire. The shower rained down on her back, she slid one hand down her stomach, below, she stroked her clit, then pushed on lower, her hand curving, cupping his balls as they slapped against her. Gently she squeezed and felt the slight change as he came close to release. Quinn's hand shifted position and rapidly teased herself to her own climax. Puck's grip on her hips tightened as she heard his grunt, felt his hot jets coat her inside, her muscles gripping him, milking him for every last drop. Puck's thrusts slowed but didn't stop, he wrapped one arm around Quinn as she stood upright, the fingers of his other hand teasing and petting her clit, keeping her on a knife edge neither of them silent, the moans and groans giving voice to their pleasure.
"Aaarrghhh. Oh my God," Sarah's scandalised voice came from the bathroom doorway. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
"Nana!" Puck shouted. "Jeez. Privacy, please."
"I'm so sorry. Errm, I didn't…errrm sorry….errrrr, Quinn?" Sarah stuttered, she was still stood in the doorway but turned to the side, her face away from them. "You have a guest, Cherelle? Here to do your hair and make up. I didn't realise you'd both be in the shower. Oh God, how embarrassing," she finished as she walked away, closing the bathroom door behind her. They could hear Sarah speak to someone, her words muffled.
"That's what you get with having an open door policy and a clear glass shower screen," Quinn murmured, shaking her head, her hands on her scarlet face. "Your Nana will probably be so traumatised she'll never speak to us again."
"I wonder how many marks out of ten she'll give us," Puck sniggered against Quinn's neck before slipping free of her body, slapping her ass for good measure. "I think we'd better shower off real quick."
Moments later, wrapped in her bath robe, Quinn walked into the bedroom to find Cherelle waiting for her at the dressing table, all of her equipment spread out on the bed, hair dryer, brushes, curling wand and a case with all of the things she'd need to make Quinn look perfect for prom. Puck followed with a towel wrapped round his waist. Cherelle glanced over, looking Puck up and down with interest. Puck felt slightly uncomfortable, not sure whether to smile, say hello or just pick up his clothes and go get ready in Beth's room. He opted for the latter.
Quinn sat at the dressing table with Cherelle stood behind her, ready to start work. "He's hot," Cherelle muttered to Quinn, making eye contact through the mirror.
"Yeah, I know," Quinn grinned, "and he's all mine. How are you anyway? It feels like forever since I saw you."
"Well, Quinn Fabray, if you're going to hide yourself away in motherhood you can be sure you'll miss out on all the interesting gossip," Cherelle replied.
"Oooh, what's the gossip?" Quinn asked, her eyes aglow, Cherelle always knew all the best stuff.
"I have the date for my op," Cherelle almost squealed, excited, wafting her hand in front of her face.
"When?" Quinn demanded, excited for her friend.
"August 14th," Cherelle replied. "I have a few more counselling sessions first then it's the big day. I am so excited. Finally, to be the woman I've always known I am," she sighed.
"How long is the recovery period?" Quinn asked, hoping that ten or so weeks would be more than enough.
"Around four to six weeks," Cherelle answered, a look of concern crossing her face, then it lit up again, she couldn't hide her excitement.
"So you'll be back in business by October 29th?" Quinn asked, making sure.
"Yes I should be," Cherelle turned her head to the side as though thinking hard, "with what all this is costing I'd better be. Why? Do you need me for the 29th? What's happening?" she asked, her interest piqued.
"Oh I will definitely need you for that day," Quinn grinned. "That's the day I'm marrying the hottie and I need you to do my hair and make up. And all the girls too."
"Aaarrggghhh," Cherelle squealed dramatically. "You're getting married? Oh my God!" she breathed. "And yes, definitely I'll be there for your hair and make up. I'd be insulted if you asked anyone else," she laughed then bent to hug Quinn's shoulders, their eyes meeting in the mirror. "And from the glimpse I got of that body just now, you are one lucky, lucky girl," she murmured playfully.
"Now that I have to agree with," Puck's amused voice came from the doorway. "Are you sure this colour is right?" he asked a little doubtfully, looking down at the teal shirt, still to be tucked into his pants, his tie in his hand.
"Yes I'm sure," Quinn replied. "I'm so glad we hadn't already split the leg of your pants otherwise we'd have been running round the malls just now to find you a suit." Quinn caught Cherelle's puzzled look. "He's only just got the cast off his leg this morning. Full length, thigh to toe," she explained. "It's been a nightmare. We had to take a bus to New York for Nationals because the airline wouldn't fly him with it on, his truck was completely obliterated and well, it's just been a nightmare," she sighed then shuddered and shook her head.
"Oh you poor thing," Cherelle cried and turned her sympathetic gaze back to Quinn. "I heard about the accident. How are you?" she asked.
"I'm fine now, as recovered as I can be," Quinn shrugged, her smile a little sad.
Cherelle turned as Beth walked into the room followed by Hannah. "Oh she is gorgeous," Cherelle cried. "She looks just like you," she told Quinn, grinning at her.
"Yeah," Quinn agreed, "but her temperament is all her daddy," she claimed, glancing at Puck through the mirror, her eyebrow arched, daring him to deny it. Puck just shrugged and winked at Quinn, a smirk on his face.
"Hey there baby girl," Puck said and bent towards Beth to lift her. "Did you come to see mommy getting ready?" he asked.
"She's just had a chocolate cookie," Hannah told her brother. "Check her hands before you pick her up. Mom said to," she warned.
"Let me see. Yep. More chocolate on you than in you as usual," Puck grinned. He went to the bathroom and brought out a wash cloth. He wiped Beth's hands and face. "There, all beautiful again," he told the smiling little girl then kissed her head and her cheek. "Quinn, where are my dress shoes?" Puck asked.
"In the closet where they always are. You didn't take them to New York so they haven't even been worn since Regionals," Quinn reminded him.
"Thanks," Puck's voice was muffled as he bent over in the closet, collecting his shoes, making sure they were polished and clean. "Did you need something Hannah?" he asked his sister when he straightened up and turned around.
"No, I just wanted to see Quinn getting her hair and make up done," Hannah replied, getting herself and Beth comfortable on the bed.
"Well, Cherelle is going to be doing our hair and make up for the wedding," Quinn informed Hannah.
"Even me?" Hannah asked, her eyes wide.
"Even you," Quinn agreed with a nod.
"Does mom know?" Hannah asked. Quinn nodded again. "Oh wow. Hair and make up."
Once Cherelle had worked her magic and left and Hannah had been banished for Quinn to get dressed, Beth following like Hannah's little shadow. "Do you need help with anything?" Puck asked.
"You just want to see what I'll have on under my dress," Quinn grinned.
"Damn straight," Puck replied with a grin he didn't even try to hide, he was desperate to know how much fun he was going to have later.
"You can help then. But only if you promise we'll leave on time and no funny business," Quinn scolded.
"Promise," Puck said, although he had his fingers crossed behind his back. "Fuck," he breathed as she brought out the black and silver strapless basque she'd bought in Saks to go under the form fitting dress.
Quinn turned her back to him, with the garment wrapped around the front of her body, expecting Puck to fasten the numerous hooks and eyes. He did, but with many tiny kisses placed along her spine. When he was finally finished Quinn lifted the minute matching thong. Puck put his hand over hers. "Leave it off," he suggested, his voice husky. He drew her back to him, she could feel the effect that just putting her underwear on had had on him. Solid. Hard. Ready.
"Buzz kill Puckerman," Quinn whispered, "but keep that in mind for later."
Puck fought valiantly to get his body under control, finally managing it as Quinn fastened her strappy sandals. Her dress fell perfectly, was an absolute match for his shirt and together, he in his suit and tie, her in that dress, they looked amazing. They walked down the stairs together, their combined families waited for them, waited to see them.
"Oh, you both look wonderful," Ruth cried with tears in her eyes. Peter snapped lots of pictures.
Puck went to the kitchen to collect the corsage he'd bought for Quinn. "Here, let me put this on for you," Puck whispered. "My mom's been coaching me, can you tell?" he grinned, slipping the band on her wrist. Quinn gasped at the spray of tiny white orchids on a diamante band.
"It's beautiful," Quinn sighed then hugged Puck. "Did you pick this?" she asked, he nodded. "Yourself?" she demanded, again he nodded.
"It helped to know what your dress looked like. I feel sorry for the guys who don't have a clue what their girlfriends are wearing and are still expected to get it right. And google is a wonderful friend," Puck admitted. "Are we ready to rock and roll?" he asked, ready to go have fun.
"Yep, let's get going," Quinn nodded. She turned to Beth, now held in Ruth's arms. "Be a good girl for Nana and mommy and daddy will see you later, ok?" Quinn told her daughter then kissed the top of her head. She hugged everyone, her sister really tightly. "Call Puck's phone if anything happens, his phone is in his jacket pocket so he'll be able to feel it vibrate even if the music is loud. Promise?" she ordered. Frannie agreed that they would, ushering Quinn out the door.
"Go and enjoy yourselves. Go. Have a great night. Bye," Frannie's words were echoed by everyone else.
As they arrived at school they met up with the rest of the Glee club. They entered the gym together looking around at the decorations and tenting transforming the place to a glittering dance hall. The band was already on stage and also a DJ, New Directions were going to be taking turns with the DJ. The first set was the boys. Sam, Artie and Puck singing 'Friday', then all of the guys together singing 'World of Our Own' and a few other upbeat songs. Next was the DJ for a few tracks followed by the girls then it would be a few group numbers. In between there were going to be a few solos. After the king and queen announcement Puck had a solo, a slow number for them to dance to, whoever they might be then the DJ had another turn, ending with a few slow songs from various Glee members. Quinn had been persuaded by Puck to reprise her 'Man's, Man's, Man's World' especially for him. And she'd promised to look at him when she sang that line.
The evening was wonderful. Between sets they managed lots of dancing. Puck checked his phone frequently at Quinn's bidding, just in case Frannie tried to call. She didn't. Puck watched Quinn give her all in her sultry performance of Man's World, her eyes caught his as promised. Noah maybe wasn't such a bad name after all.
Principal Figgins took the stage for the prom king and queen announcement. "For their achievements in the face of adversity over the past couple of years, for the example they set to others of how to overcome anything life can throw at you and never give up, for the commitment they have shown to the school and to each other, the faculty this year have decided the winners of the crowns rather than the traditional student vote. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you your prom king and queen of 2011..." he intoned in his strange way, he paused a second more for effect. ".….Noah Puckerman and Quinn Fabray."
"Fuck," Puck whispered into Quinn's hair. They both stood like rabbits caught in the headlights, shocked, stunned. They looked around at the crowd of students staring at them, then the clapping and cheering began. Finn and Rachel, who had been running for king and queen ushered them up to the stage.
"Go. Go," Rachel encouraged, tears in her eyes, a huge smile on her face. "You deserve this, both of you, go," she repeated, giving Puck a push towards the stage.
Slowly Quinn and Puck made their way through the crowd, receiving many good wishes from all around them, lots of cheers. Once on the stage Principal Figgins lifted the crowns and put them on their heads. "Please clear the floor for their first dance as prom royalty," Figgins' strange voice instructed. A circle cleared in the middle of the floor.
"I'm supposed to do a solo for the king and queen's first dance," Puck muttered to Quinn. "What's going to happen now?" he asked. They turned together at a sound just to their left. They saw Santana and Mercedes walk across the stage, Santana whispered something to the band. Together they took the mikes at the front of the stage, the music started. Puck led Quinn back to the dance floor and took her in his arms, hers went round his neck and they swayed to the music, knowing that their friends would sing the song beautifully. And they did. They sang it amazingly, their voices so well blended.
"Watching every motion in my foolish lovers game
On this endless ocean, finally lovers know no shame
Turning every turn to some secret place inside
Watching in slow motion as you turn around and say
Take my breath away
Take my breath away
Watching, I keep waiting, still anticipating love
Never hesitating to become the fated ones
Turning every turn to some secret place to hide
Watching in slow motion as you turn to me and say, my love
Take my breath away
Through the hourglass I saw you, in time you slipped away
When the mirror crashed, I called you and turned to hear you say
If only for today, I am unafraid
Take my breath away
Take my breath away
Watching every motion in this foolish lovers game
Haunted by the notion, somewhere there's a love in flames
Turning every turn to some secret place inside
Watching in slow motion as you turn my way and say
Take my breath away
My love, take my breath away
My love, take my breath away
My love
My love, take my breath away"
As the song ended, Quinn's hands slid to his chest, Puck lifted his hands to Quinn's face. "You do, every day, you take my breath away and you are my love," he whispered before lowering his lips to hers for a long, long kiss. From way off in the distance they heard cheers, whistles and clapping. And then Puck felt a buzzing in his chest. He raised his head slightly. "Either I've got a heart problem or your sister is calling," he smiled. He grabbed Quinn's hand to hurry her from the dance floor into a quiet hallway to check his phone. "Yeah, a missed call from Peter," Puck said. "I'll give him a try then Frannie, then even your mom." He got Peter on the first try.
"Yeah, we've just got into the car, we're about to go to the hospital. Tell Quinn Frannie's water broke so this is definitely it," Peter's voice sounded as though he was in shock.
"Hang in there buddy, we'll be at the hospital soon," Puck replied, knowing exactly what Peter was feeling right now.
Puck called his mom to let her know that they would be going to the hospital instead of coming home. Ruth asked for her best wishes to be passed on to Frannie and Peter and she also let them know that Beth was in bed and settled already. "Come on then Q, let's get going," Puck sighed, knowing his parking plan had just been blown away.
"There's no rush, right?" Quinn whispered once they were in the car and leaving the school lot. "There's got to be somewhere between here and the hospital where we can park for a while. Or maybe we can find a dark, hidden corner in the hospital," she suggested. Quinn turned in her seat to look at Puck intently. "I can tell you this much for nothing, this underwear is not going to waste. You better find some way to get it on tonight, Puckerman. Get creative," she ordered. She turned to look through the windscreen at the road ahead. Puck sat, still just looking at her, not driving anywhere. He checked the street in front of them, the parking lot behind them, finding them both clear then he spun the car around to drive round the back of the gym. He parked far away from any possible passing foot traffic, away from the lights and cut the engine.
"Get your ass over here Fabray," Puck said, his voice husky, reaching for the zipper of his pants. "One day, when we're old and gray and we can only manage this once or twice a week instead of once, twice or three times a day, I want us to remember when we were young and ready to go at the drop of a hat."
"Or at the drop of my panties," Quinn grinned. "If I was wearing any," she qualified with a wink. She half stood from the seat, turning and lifting her long dress to clamber over Puck's lap, he'd pushed his seat as far back from the steering wheel as it would go. His hand stole under Quinn's raised dress to find how ready she was. Very was the answer. Incredibly. Quinn drew in a breath as his fingers entered her, stroking her inside. In and out, in and out, in, out, in, out, his thumb making contact with her clit, causing her to shiver. Quinn rose and fell slightly, countering his fingers' thrusts inside her. "More. I need more," she moaned against his lips.
"What do you need?" Puck whispered back. "Tell me. What do you want?"
"I want you inside me. Now," Quinn winced with the force of her feelings.
Puck let his fingers slide out of her, trailing them up over her clit, before bringing them to his mouth. Quinn joined him in cleaning the taste of herself from his fingers. "Hot, Fabray, fucking hot," Puck groaned, watching her tongue on his fingers.
Puck let Quinn dictate, she held his erection steady and slid it home, they both sucked in a breath. Puck held the fabric of Quinn's dress up for her as she rose and fell on him, taking and giving pleasure in equal measure. In the distance the music from the DJ could be heard as well as car doors, engines and voices.
"Hurry this up Puckerman, getting caught twice in a day isn't my idea of a good day," Quinn whispered just before she joined her lips to Puck's, their tongues tangling. Puck rocked Quinn against him, the friction of her clit rubbing against him ignited fireworks for her. "I can't believe you're making me come this fast," she groaned. "Oh God, Noah. I'm coming," she moaned and sucked in several tiny breaths without letting any of them go. "Aaaggghhh," Quinn shouted, her entire body clenching, triggering Puck's spasm into her. "There better be some tissues or something in this car," she muttered as they both came down. "It's times like this I wonder why we stopped using condoms," she grumbled. "Let's get going," she said once she was as comfortable as she could be.
At the hospital Quinn took a trip to the nearest bathroom to make herself a little more comfortable. When she came out she grinned at Puck. "You'd better zip your pants up," she advised, her eyebrow arched.
Puck looked down and realised that in his haste he hadn't fastened his pants properly. "Shit, I wondered why people were smiling at me," he mumbled, zipping his pants. "Ready to go see a baby being born Q?" he asked, holding out his hand to her. "This is going to make you feel ultra broody isn't it?" he looked at her, she nodded her head slightly, waggling it from side to side indecisively.
"Maybe. Probably. I don't know," Quinn replied as she chewed her lip. "I didn't see anything from the business end before, maybe it'll put me off having any more children at all."
"I only looked once," Puck admitted and pulled a face at the memory, "when the doctor said that crowning thing. Scared the crap out of me. I'd never seen it looking like that before," Puck's tone was half way between a joke and the truth. "I didn't know if I'd ever be able to look at you again in the same way."
"And?" Quinn asked. "Do you look at me the same way?"
"No," Puck admitted. "It's way more sexy knowing that every time I'm inside you and I come inside you, that's both of us mixing together, how we made Beth and how we'll make our future children and how they'll come out of you. It's not just sex, getting my rocks off," Puck shrugged a touch self consciously, "it's love."
"Hi Quinn, Noah," Dr Chin's familiar voice interrupted them. "You two look smart. Prom?" he asked.
"Yep," Puck replied. "Well it was till Frannie's water broke, now we're here waiting for little Isabelle Lawrence to make her grand appearance."
"Let me just go in and check how things are," Dr Chin told them, "I'll tell Peter and Frannie you're here. Ok?" he asked, they both nodded.
The door opened ten minutes later, Peter invited them into the room. Frannie looked very much like Puck remembered Quinn looking. Trying to control her breathing, managing her pain, shouting at Peter and blaming him for every useless thing man has ever done since the dawn of time. Yep. Exactly as he remembered Quinn doing.
An hour later they were still chatting, encouraging Frannie, chilling between contractions. The time between them getting shorter and shorter. "It wasn't this long when we had Beth was it?" Puck asked Quinn quietly. "It didn't feel like this long."
"But you didn't know I'd already been in labour for about six hours before you realised. So yeah, about the same I'd say," Quinn replied with a shrug. "From my water breaking to Beth actually being delivered was probably shorter than this though. She's fully dilated now though so…." Quinn shrugged again, keeping her voice quiet.
The next twenty minutes saw a massive increase in activity. Frannie was ready to push, Peter was holding on to one hand and had Frannie's foot braced against him. Judy was in the same position at the other side.
Puck stayed right out of the way, he'd asked a few times if they wanted him to leave but Frannie insisted Uncle Noah - she refused to call him Uncle Puck - had to be present too, he was Peter's back up as he'd already gone through it. It was a good job too, because when Dr Chin said the magic words "she's crowning", Peter fainted. Out cold on the floor. Quinn tended to him along with a nurse as Puck took over for Peter. Frannie's grip almost destroying Puck's hand, exactly the way Quinn's had done last year. "Shit, you Fabray girls are strong," he laughed, not really joking.
"Tell my fucking husband to get up here," Frannie screamed at him, leaning towards him, gripping his chest in exactly the same place that Quinn had.
"That'll bruise," Puck thought to himself, resigned to being used and abused by Fabray women in labour. He tried to turn away to get Peter but Frannie wouldn't release her grip. Puck's face was a portrayal of pure pain, matching Frannie's as Isabelle emerged into the world. The very first words the baby heard unfortunately, were her mother screaming that her daddy was an asshole for fainting.
As Isabelle was placed on Frannie's chest, Puck's hand came up instinctively to hold her in place, as he had when Beth had been placed on Quinn. He felt the emotion rise, shaking his head to clear the tears. "Peter, dude, you're missing it. Get up here," Puck encouraged. "Frannie needs you here," he motioned with his head. Peter took a deep breath and stood unsteadily, coming to his wife's bedside, leaning over, kissing her and his daughter. Puck managed to edge out of the way, trying his best to be away from the business end of things that still had to happen to complete the birth process. He remembered that that was the worst part. Cutting the cord was the best, they watched Peter do that, as Puck had done for Beth, a real 'daddy' moment. Puck stood with his arms round Quinn's shoulders. "Still want to do this again?" he asked, really quietly. Quinn nodded, not able to speak from the emotion of seeing her niece being born.
"I'd do it again tomorrow," Quinn said once she could speak. "That was just amazing."