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A/N: Regionals…

Quinn sat in the audience to watch New Directions perform at Regionals. She felt so cheated, she wished she was up there on stage with them. First up was Puck and his solo. Mr Schue had asked Puck to sing This Woman's Work as he had for Quinn just after Beth was born. Mr Schue was really hoping to tap into the publicity that still surrounded Puck, Quinn and Beth, the judges had to have been living on the moon if they didn't recognise him, and standing alone on a dark stage, in a spotlight, singing that song, it couldn't hurt New Directions chances at all. Puck had tried to argue his way out of it till Mr Schue brought up the old chestnut 'for the good of the team'. Puck had capitulated.

Before the song started Puck's gaze found Quinn, he gave her the slightest wink. "I love you," he mouthed to her. Puck's voice was clear and mesmerising as he began the song, his eyes never left Quinn. When Puck reached the second time of singing the chorus, he held the last note on the line 'give me your hand' and held his hand out towards Quinn as rest of the stage lit up, all of New Directions were stood behind him and they sang the chorus. The lights went out on stage, plunging it into darkness, as Puck hit the last note. The audience went ballistic. They loved it. They all loved that he'd sung it and they all knew exactly who he'd sung it to.

Next, New Directions sang ABC, Rachel took the lead with all the rest of the team backing her, doing an imitation of a Jackson 5 dance. They followed that with Black or White. Artie was absolutely amazing, his voice was brilliant. Quinn couldn't help herself singing along with the team. Beth stood on Ruth's knee next to Quinn and danced and sang, not the same songs as were being performed, but she sang anyway. Beth shouted for daddy when he came near the front of the stage, as always Puck winked at her making Beth go wild.

After all three teams had performed Quinn made her way backstage with Beth to greet the team. "You were fabulous," she cried, "I'm so jealous, I missed being up there performing with you."

"Ah babe, we missed you too," Puck told her, picking Beth up. "And you were singing too. I heard you," he whispered to Beth. "How did you like your song?" he asked Quinn.

"Oh I loved it, I always love it when you sing for me," Quinn replied then kissed Puck's cheek. "You can sing it to me again later. Dr Chin says it's ok, as long as we don't get too adventurous," she whispered to him then grinned at his more than thankful expression before turning to the rest of the team. "It's amazing watching you all up there. I've never seen the full performance before," Quinn sighed and shook her head. "Artie, you were amazing. Rachel, you were stunning, Absolutely stunning."

"Thank you, that's so sweet of you," Rachel trilled and hugged Quinn. "Ooh," she laughed, they looked down between them as their little bumps touched together. "It's a girl," Rachel whispered into Quinn's ear. "We can tell people now that I've told you. Finn told Noah earlier. You two had to be the first to know."

"You have no idea how happy you've made me, Rachel, no idea at all," Quinn cried, she was almost fizzing with it, she could not wait.

Quinn stood and cheered along with most of the audience as New Directions were named the winners of their Regional heat. She put her fingers to her mouth and whistled loudly. "Quinn," Judy said, scandalised. "That is so unladylike."

"Yeah?" Quinn grinned. "Well watch this," she announced and did it again, louder. Puck glared at her shaking his head. "A bet's a bet Puckerman," Quinn called from the front row, her hands cupping her mouth to project her voice. "Off, now," she demanded then clapped and shrieked with laughter as Puck took off his shirt. "WOOOOOOO," she screamed, her arms raised high in the air. Quinn turned to see her Grammy clapping and cheering along too. "Yay, Grammy," she shouted, still laughing. Puck threw his shirt towards her, he mouthed something that she didn't understand. "Bring it on Puckerman, bring it on," she called, not the slightest bit worried.

Backstage Mr Schue was not impressed. "What the hell was that all about Puckerman?" he demanded.

"It was a bet and I lost," Puck admitted then turned to Finn and Rachel. "You couldn't have done that for me? Just one thing, one tiny, little thing. Thanks Finn, good going."

"What did you bet on?" Mr Schue asked. "And how long have you known Quinn? When does she ever lose? Why would you even make a bet with her?"

"You don't know what I would have won," Puck grumbled under his breath. "It was fifty-fifty, it was so worth the risk," he pouted then glared as a few suggestions flew round the dressing room. "Hey, if you'd been without as long as I have, you'd have made the bet too."

"We can guess what you were hoping to win," Mr Schue closed his eyes and shook his head, "but what did you actually bet on?"

"I can't tell you," Puck mumbled, he still looked disgruntled.

"No, but we can," Finn butted in with a huge smile. "Puck bet on whether we're having a girl or boy. Am I right?" he asked, Puck nodded. "Quinn won. It's a girl," he announced. Finn's smile got even bigger as he hugged Rachel. The cheers round the dressing room were deafening.

Quinn appeared in the doorway. "Is it safe to come in?" she asked and smiled hesitantly, looking at Mr Schue.

"It's safe enough," Mr Schue answered. "Just don't make him do that again. Please? Competition is hard enough without you doing that to us as well."

"I'm sorry," Quinn replied as she gave a smiling fake frown. "It won't happen again, I promise."

"It better fucking not Fabray," Puck whispered to her, "and you better be good to me as soon as we get home."

"How come you always revert to 'Fabray' when you're pissed at me?" she asked.

"Because it might sound like I'm talking to myself if I said 'Puckerman'," Puck grinned as he replied.

"And I am so good to go right now, it might be a struggle to wait till we get home," Quinn whispered to distract him which made him groan. "Grammy was really cheering when you took off your shirt, I thought she was going to start throwing money at you," she added, laughing. "She likes to see a good body just as much as I do."

The ride back to school was loud and excited. "I can't believe we're going to Chicago," Tina groaned. "I was hoping for LA at the very least. I mean, last year New York, this year Chicago? Why?" No one could give an answer to that.

"Are you two up for a party later?" Mike asked, calling down to the front of the bus where Puck, Quinn and Beth were.

"No," Puck and Quinn shouted together, which actually caused a lot of laughter and speculation.

"Dr Chin back to being your friend then?" Finn commented across the aisle with a sly wink at Puck.

"I'm liking the guy a lot more today," Puck agreed, sucking in a breath at the thought of what the night held for him. "A fucking hell of a lot more," he said really quietly although Beth was nowhere near him.


Before getting anywhere near their bedroom they had to live through a dinner at Milano's organised by Grammy. Coraline was looking forward to sitting next to Puck and asked several times if he would take his shirt off again. "It's a long time since I saw a chest like that," she sighed, her hand reaching out and almost touching. "I'd even forgive that stupid hair for a chest like that. No wonder you manage to keep Quinn happy."

"Grammy," Quinn and Frannie both screeched, once again scandalised by their outrageous grandmother. Since they'd got to know her without the ridiculous clothes and without her trying her best to piss Russell Fabray off, they found her hysterically funny. They just sometimes wished she belonged to someone else and they were the outsiders looking in. At least the meal was good.


Quinn got Beth to bed after Puck had given her a quick bath. He was waiting in their room for her to get back. "You so owe me," he growled against her throat as he caught her in his arms. Quinn's arms snaked round his neck, leaning back a little opening herself up to his searching lips. "I want you so much," Puck whispered.

"I know the feeling," Quinn whispered back, tears clogging her throat. Quinn couldn't put into words how much she loved Puck for the restraint and patience he had shown over the last couple of months, all to keep her and their baby safe. She groaned as his mouth found her ultra sensitive nipples. "I love you," she whispered, her fingers spearing through the slight growth of hair above his ears, lifting his head, her mouth taking possession of his. "Lie down with me, hold me," she whispered against Puck's lips. Puck didn't reply, he didn't need to, he walked her backwards towards the bed, easing Quinn down onto her back, shuffling her over to make space for himself, all without losing contact with her lips.

Quinn's hand trailed down Puck's stomach, landing on the front of his jeans, stroking the hardness she felt there, making him groan. "Please don't tease," Puck groaned, "I can't take it."

"Who's teasing," Quinn whispered as her fingers made short work of the zip and button. Her hand felt the brush of his rigid flesh and instinctively closed around it. She slowly stroked, her thumb passing over the tip. Puck couldn't stop his hips from rocking towards her. "Take your clothes off," Quinn murmured, her lips at his throat. Puck stood up and did as she asked, his eyes never leaving her as she knelt on the bed to do the same.

"You're so beautiful," Puck whispered as he stroked her hair behind her ear. "You glow." His hands gently cupped her face, he bent to kiss her, gently at first then deepening. "I'm scared of crushing you," he whispered against her lips, fighting the urge to lay Quinn flat on the bed and slam his body into hers.

Puck gently drew her down to lay beside him. "This way," he said against her shoulder, his hand tracing the swell of their son, sliding lower to where she was so slick, so hot, so ready for him. With Puck's chest against her back, Quinn's body flooded with heat. He lifted her leg and pushed one of his between her thighs from behind. Quinn's arm wound back over his head as, for the first time in what felt like forever, they joined together. Gently, softly, slowly, Puck held himself back, not allowing himself to thrust into her as his body demanded he do.

Puck's fingers helped Quinn to her gentle release as his hardness rocked inside her. Puck felt her inner muscles squeeze and relax on him, her hand drifted between her thighs, she stroked him as he moved in and out. Puck's hands went to her waist, pushing her forward just a touch, altering the angle a little, his thrusts increased in speed but not depth, he felt the familiar tightening and pulled Quinn back upright, burying his lips in her neck as he released inside her, panting and shivering against her skin. "I want to fall asleep like this, inside you. I have missed being a part of you, so much. So much," he murmured intensely, his hands closed over her breasts, pulling her back against his chest. Quinn snuggled back into him, wanting the same thing.


"Noah," Quinn called softly and nudged him. "Puck," she called and nudged again. Nothing, he slept on. "Puckerman, move, I have to go to the bathroom," Quinn growled and tried to undo his arms from around her. Puck twitched and shifted in his sleep. "It's a good job I'm not in labour, you idiot. MOVE!" she hissed, nipping his arm for good measure.

"Oww," Puck mumbled, turning over onto his back. "S'up, you ok?" he asked as he tried to open his eyes, struggling against the light from the lamp that Quinn had turned on.

"I need the bathroom and I couldn't get up, asshole," Quinn grumbled and struggled over to the side of the bed, almost running once her feet hit the floor. She returned a few minutes later. "You have no idea how much I needed that," Quinn murmured as she climbed back into bed. "Hey, are you awake?" she asked as she nudged Puck again, he'd turned over almost onto his stomach, his back to her. "I thought you wanted to go all night. Hey," she nudged him. "Oh Noahhhh," she breathed into his ear, her fingers sliding towards his responsive flesh and felt it harden perceptively in her hand. "Mmmm, is that for me?" she whispered, she could feel the slight flex and roll of his hips. "You need to turn over," Quinn whispered, "turn over for me," her hand wrapped around his now solid erection. Puck sighed, still asleep and turned slightly towards her voice. "Thank you," she whispered and crawled down the bed licking her lips. As her lips closed round him she heard him groan, his hand tangling in her hair.

"Fuck, Quinn, that's beautiful," Puck's voice was deep and husky with sleep. "Oh God, do you know what you do to me?" he demanded as her head bobbed up and down, her tongue, lips and hand working every inch of him. Quinn resisted his attempts to pull her away and towards his mouth. "Quinn, I'm so close," he hissed and sucked in a breath as she strengthened her efforts. "Ngghhh," he grunted as he exploded in her mouth. Quinn took her time, slowly easing down until she lifted her head, still on her knees between his thighs. This time Quinn allowed herself to be drawn up his body, their mouths met. Puck rolled her over onto her back, still not letting himself lay on top of her. His lips left hers, wandering down her body until he reached her core, hot, wet and wanting him.

Puck's tongue made a slow sweep, gathering as much of her essence as he could, his fingers parting her for both his and her pleasure. Quinn's knees raised at either side of his head, her feet planted, her hips pushing up. She matched his tongue strokes with her thrusts until he held her hips still, his tongue, lips and teeth nibbling on her clit. Her body clenched as she cried out, breathless, spasms taking her over. Puck squinted up the length of her body at her as she calmed. "I have so fucking missed you, Mrs Puckerman," he grinned.

"I've missed you too," Quinn whispered, her arms winding round his neck as he hoisted himself back up to the pillows. He lay on his back and tucked her into his arms, her head on his chest. "You can do the waking up in the morning," Quinn smiled as her eyes closed.

"Wake ups like that are definitely my thing," Puck agreed, kissing her hair. He shuffled his head in his pillow to get comfortable, sleep over taking both of them, neither of them willing to move to turn the lamp off.


"Sundays are soooooo boring," Hannah grumbled. "What can we do?" she asked the room at large.

"Homework might be a good idea," Ruth suggested and looked at her daughter with raised eyebrows.

"I'm not Noah, I did my homework on Friday when I got home. And I'm still boooooooooreed," Hannah moaned.

"Yeah, thanks Hannah, I was at work on Friday after school and there was the competition yesterday so it doesn't actually make you fabulous that you finished your homework before me, ok?" Puck replied, he felt slighted that his little sister was trying to get his lack of completed homework noticed by their mom. He got into enough trouble from Quinn about that, he didn't need someone else going at it too.

"I have an idea," John announced. "Why don't we go skating?" he suggested and looked round for support of his idea. Ruth and Hannah both liked it so the three of them went.

"That just leaves us," Quinn smiled. "What are we going to do today, baby?" she asked as she opened her eyes wide at Beth.

Beth pouted and frowned. "My big girl, mommy. Baby," she said as she pointed at Quinn's boobs.

"Close honey, the baby is here," Quinn smiled and took Beth's hand, she rubbed it on her solid little mounded tummy. She looked at Puck. "Have you got a lot of homework or just a little bit?" she asked.

"Only a little bit, why?" he answered, knowingly underestimating how much work he had to do.

"I could use a shopping trip," Quinn announced then shut her eyes tight and pulled a face knowing what his response would be.

"Are you sure you're up to that?" Puck asked. "I mean yesterday you had the full day out and then last night…" he looked at her with raised eyebrows. "Is that pushing it a bit? Shouldn't you be resting a bit more?"

"Yesterday Dr Chin said everything was fine and we could resume normal life, just not be adventurous. That means we can go shopping, as long as we take it slow, easy. Please," Quinn begged.

"I hate that I had to miss the appointment yesterday," Puck grumbled. He'd had to take a test yesterday to be completely assured of a place on the course he needed to gain his full qualifications as a mechanic. Unfortunately the only time the place was free for new recruits to take the test was Saturday mornings. Saul was as pleased as Puck, that he'd passed the test with flying colours. "At least with the results being given immediately we know that I've got a place on the advanced course rather than the basic."

"I know, I'm so proud of you," Quinn said as she hugged Puck round the neck. Yesterday had been such a busy day and then the dinner with Grammy to top it off, they hadn't really had a chance to celebrate his good news. "Did you tell them on the bus on the way to Regionals?" Quinn asked. She and Beth had got a lift to the competition with Judy but had come home on the bus with the team.

"No, I wanted to tell you first. Well, Saul knew because the guy conducting the test had to confirm my employment to complete the paperwork," Puck shrugged. "I'll tell them tomorrow at school. You know they're all going to be bringing their cars over for me to fix now that it's official, don't you?" he asked, Quinn nodded at his words. "Grant's already asked me to look at his, I just don't like doing that away from all the equipment we have at Saul's."

"Do you think one day you might like to own a garage?" Quinn asked. Now seemed like as good a time as any to talk about pie in the sky plans.

"One day, yeah, maybe, but I'd like to spend quite a few years working for someone, build up my knowledge and reputation with the back up of more experienced people working with me." Puck's chin rested on his hands on the table. "There are a few guys that ask for me specifically to work on their cars already. I like that, I like knowing that they trust me and the work I do. And I've got Jerry, Brian and Saul to call on if I'm not sure of something," he added, Puck lifted his head to look at Quinn, see her face, her response. "Have you decided what you want to do in the future? Besides being mommy?"

"I have actually," Quinn replied and gave Puck a huge smile. "I think once Beth and this little one are in school I'll go to college and I think I'd like to be a teacher."

"Cool," Puck nodded, impressed. "Does that mean number three and four are going to wait a while to make their appearance?"

"Definitely. With the problems we've had already with this pregnancy I don't want to even contemplate doing it again for a few more years," Quinn said with a breathy little laugh, her feelings totally matched Puck's.

"You've no idea how happy that makes me," Puck sighed and reached out a hand to Beth, to help her to climb up onto his knee. "It'll be enough to concentrate on the four of us, school, work. More than enough," he added, Quinn nodded her agreement. "Ready to go shopping now?" Puck asked.

At the mall they had a slow wander around, mostly window-shopping, nothing really catching their eyes. Puck and Beth stayed in the food court while Quinn took herself off to her and Puck's favourite lingerie shop, she had to be measured for new bras. When she returned with a number of bags from there, Puck asked if she was finished shopping already, he really wanted to see in the bags. "No, I need some things to wear for school. Looser things. My dresses are all too tight here," she indicated her bust, "even the ones I wore when I was feeding Beth," she pouted.

"I know," Puck gave a really naughty grin, his eyebrows flicking up and down. "Your boobs are enormous, my idea of heaven," he sighed.

"I'm glad it makes you happy," Quinn gave him that look.

"I'm not going to get anywhere near them again, am I?" Puck asked, not quite ready to be resigned to a totally boobless state. "This is so not fair," he grumbled. "Without me you wouldn't even have the boobs. It's only fair I get equal rights to them," he argued. Puck could see his argument wasn't getting him anywhere. "Well, they're mine for the next four and a half months anyway. And I'm going to make the most of them. So watch out Fabray, because tonight, those boobs are mine," he claimed rather loudly.

"Is this a private conversation or can anyone join in," Finn's voice came laughingly over Puck's shoulder. "And I think that's a losing battle you're fighting my friend."

"You are so right Finn, it is a losing battle," Quinn answered. "You know what Puckerman, they're my boobs so…" she got interrupted.

"Ah, no, they're Puckerman boobs, ha, so, they belong to all of us," Puck crowed, he sounded triumphant. "Beth had more than her fair share, it's my turn now, till junior turns up. Ha. Beat that."

"Ok, they're Fabray-Puckerman boobs," Quinn countered. "Show me your ID," she demanded, her hand held out towards Puck.

"What? I'm not showing you anything," Puck refused, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Exactly, because you're not Fabray-Puckerman which makes your argument void," Quinn smiled at Rachel, sure she'd won. "Ha, beat that."

"Quinn, baby, check your own ID," Puck smirked at her. "Yours doesn't say Fabray-Puckerman either, it just says Puckerman," Puck raised his arms in the air as he finished talking. "Thank you ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner, wooooo."

"You've still got to get your hands on my boobs yet," Quinn reminded him, hardly able to keep the smile off of her face. "If you do then you can call yourself a winner."

Puck winked at her and picked up his piece of pizza. "Who said anything about hands?" he asked, he grinned then growled as he took a huge bite making Quinn laugh even more.