Puck's POV
Friday night I was sleeping heavily when I felt my air mattress shift. I opened my eyes to see Quinn sitting on her knees right beside my face. "What's wrong? Are you okay? Is it the baby?"
"Let's go get a snack," she whispers urgently. I just stare at her. She shifts impatiently. "Come downstairs with me. Please? I feel weird going alone and I'm sooo hungry."
"Alright, alright, let's go get a snack," I yawn and rub my hands over my face, trying to wake up. She jumps up and slips on a hoodie of mine that she's quickly taken over as her own. She does a little dance down the hall and stairs as I drag myself along behind her, still partially asleep. "What kinda snack do you want?"
"I was thinking cereal or maybe leftovers from dinner. Or string cheese or fruit." I hoisted myself up onto the counter while she rummaged around in the fridge trying to settle on something that suited her. She pulled out the milk and got out a box of frosted flakes and cut a banana into it. Then she ate another banana and a string cheese and then she made a bowl of oatmeal with peanut butter. Then she cut up some bell peppers, a cucumber and radishes to dip in hummus. She offered me a bite of all of her snacks. I watched in amazement.
"Jeez, Q, you can really put it away. Didn't you get enough at dinner?" She blushed.
"I just get hungry at night lately. I can't help it," She cleared her throat. "I was never allowed out of bed at night at home. If I got caught downstairs they made me sleep on the kitchen floor." She looked a little embarrassed that she admitted that to me. I stole a bite of the cucumber slice she was holding, trying to seem nonchalant about her confession.
"Yeah, well, this is home now. If you want a snack every hour during the night, you're welcome to it. I leaned in to lick a bit of hummus from her finger.
"Back off, creep," she joked, a smile coming back to her face. She flounced back over to the sink to wash her dishes and I yawned and stretched. "I'm sorry for waking you up. You can go back to sleep, don't worry about me."
"No problem, Q. We'll head up when you're ready." I scooched next to her to dry and put away the dishes, then turned around to see her staring at me. "What's up?"
She shrugged. "I don't know. You're just nice to me."
I laughed. "Well yeah I'm nice to you. I kinda really like you, you know?" I rubbed the back of my neck and looked away, embarrassed that I let that slip.
"Aww, you like me?" She cooed, smiling and moving closer. I laughed again.
"Duh, of course I do, weirdo. I told you before, you weren't just a hookup for me, and I wasn't just saying that." I brushed her messy hair away from her face. She wrapped her arms around my waist and I wrapped mine around hers, laughing a little when I tried to pull her closer. "I feel like something's coming between us," I poked her little tummy and she smiled, leaning up to kiss my chin.
"You're scratchy," she whispered. I smiled and leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss on her soft lips. "Much better." She kissed me again, sliding her hands under the back of my shirt, then slipping them around to my sides, stroking my skin teasingly. I was starting to get a little hot, feeling some movement in my shorts. I think she could feel it too.
"You better watch what you're doing, Q," I whispered between kisses. She pulled away a little, giving me one more kiss and letting her hands fall away from me.
"Sorry. My hormones are all over the place," She tucked her hair behind her ear and looked down. "Let's go to bed."
"I've been waiting forever to hear you say that!" I joked, she smiled and poked my sides. I kissed her nose and placed my hand on the small of her back, leading her back upstairs. I waited for her to finish up in the bathroom and then tucked her blankets around her when she hopped in bed.
"I appreciate you," She whispered. "Thanks for getting up with me."
"There's nowhere else I'd rather be," I kissed her forehead and whispered a goodnight, going back to sleep on my air mattress with a smile on my face.