Quinn's POV
What in the absolute hell do I think I'm doing? I laid in bed staring at the ceiling until the sun came up, questioning the stupid choices I made, once again, in a moment of weakness. Yes, Puck was being so sweet and caring, really trying to prove that I can depend on him. But he's a womanizer, he has been the entire time I've known him. What makes me think he'll change now? Soon enough, he'll be back to his old ways, chasing anything in a skirt, and my heart will be broken. And if we did end up in an actual relationship, would I feel pressured into keeping our baby, even if I still don't think it's the best idea? With everything else going on right now, I couldn't stand another source of stress and heartache. Why am I so stupid? How could I let myself develop feelings for him when I know how careless he can be? I'm putting an end to the kisses and the touches and secret glances and sweetness, starting today. No more. I'm taking control of the situation. I finally drifted into an uneasy sleep.

I woke up to see Puck changing his clothes and quickly squeezed my eyes shut. Why can't he do that in the bathroom? I peeked an eye open to see if he was done. "Oh, sorry. I thought you were asleep. I got a few hours before work, you wanna watch a movie or something?"

"Um, no. I have some things I need to take care of today."

"Oh, okay. Well, do you want me to make you breakfast first?"

"No, Puck, I can take care of it myself." I pulled myself up out of bed and headed to the bathroom, passing a very confused Puck. I took a quick shower and changed my clothes. I had spoken to Cameron a few days ago and he asked me to come in today to talk. I didn't really need a place to stay anymore, but maybe I could leave that connection open in case things start getting too weird with Puck. I grabbed an apple and granola bar and said a quick goodbye to Puck and Sophie and rushed out the door before Puck could question why I was being weird.

Cameron said he wasn't surprised about my parents' reaction but said he was sorry that I was going through so much. He said if I ever needed to, I could contact him and he would reserve a room in his name and I could stay at the hotel on him. He hesitated, then said, "you know, I don't know if you're looking for anything, but I could use somebody for the front desk. I can be flexible with hours, work around your school schedule and everything. And it's a pretty easy gig, doesn't pay too bad, and you'll have downtime to do homework while you're here. Interested?"

"Cameron that sounds amazing! I think I'll take you up on that offer," We went over some details and decided I'd start on Tuesday so he would be here to do paperwork with me and to help with the beginning of my training. I left the hotel feeling so positive excited. With a decent job, staying with Puck's family for free, and WIC for food, I'll be able to build up a reasonable amount of savings in case I do decide I can keep my baby.

By the time I got back to Puck's house, nobody was home. He had dropped Sophie off with their grandma on his way to work and Natalie had already left for work too. I went to the kitchen and found a note from Puck in his incredibly sloppy handwriting. Q, I left some lunch in the fridge for you. I'll be home around 8. My stomach growled, so I opened the fridge and found a cute plate of fruit cut up into hearts and a bowl of homemade macaroni and cheese. He really has been so accommodating and thoughtful lately, and really hadn't done anything to make me think I couldn't trust him since I told him I was pregnant. Maybe I was judging his past too harshly. Maybe he really could be monogamous and dependable. But I wasn't ready to throw caution to the wind and trust him completely yet. I was scared I would just end up getting burned.

After I had my lunch, I laid down for a nap since my sleep last night was not especially restful. When I woke up, I decided to go to the store to make a nice dinner for myself and Puck to celebrate my new job at the hotel. I researched Kosher diet rules first so I wouldn't accidentally make something he couldn't have. I decided on cooking roasted chicken with potatoes and asparagus. I was just about finished cooking when Puck got home from work. His face lit up at the sight of me cooking before he rushed off for a quick shower. I set the table and plated our food and we sat together at the dining room table. "I'm sorry I was a little weird this morning. I'm still just trying to come to terms with everything changing so much. But I got a job today, at the hotel just outside of town. I start on Tuesday."

"You got a job? Why? I'm working and you know you don't have to pay for food or anything. You should just be taking it easy."

"No, Puck, I can't just sit around and depend on you guys for everything. I need to take control of some things for myself. And it's not like it's a strenuous job. I'm pregnant, not disabled. I can handle it."

"I'm not saying you can't handle it, Quinn, I'm just saying you don't have to."

I quirked my eyebrow and leveled him with a hard glare. "I'm not going to fight with you about this. If this is what I need to do to feel more in control of this mess of a situation, just let me do it."

"Fuck, I'm just trying to look out for you. Sorry that that pisses you off so much. Maybe from now on I just won't give a shit anymore."

"Fine with me, if that means you're going to stop hovering over me at all times. This baby might be yours, but that doesn't mean that I am."

"Whatever, Quinn. You were the one that was all over me last night." He picked up his keys from the counter and tossed his dishes in the sink. "I'm leaving." He stalked upstairs, then came back down with a duffel bag.

"Enjoy whichever flavor of the week you choose to entertain tonight. Make sure you actually use a condom this time so you don't ruin another poor girl's life."

"I should just let you believe whatever theories your loopy brain comes up with about who I'm staying with, because like you so nicely said, we aren't together. But I'm going to Finn's." With that, he slammed the door and I finally let the tears fall.

I cleaned up from dinner and took a long, hot pampering bath. I wasn't really tired yet since I had taken a nap earlier, so I chose a movie from the rack next to the tv in the living room and made popcorn. After that I studied a little and finished up some homework. Even though it was my home now, it was very weird being in this house alone. I vacuumed in the living room and swept in the kitchen, trying to help out a little bit as a thanks to Natalie. Then I snuggled up in bed, hoping for restful sleep.

The next evening, Puck still wasn't home. I confessed to Natalie that we had an argument and he went to stay with Finn. She called to check in on him, then she I made dinner together and played a board game with Sophie. After Sophie had gone to bed, we talked a little and Natalie suggested that maybe Puck needed a little time to cool off. She reminded me that we were both dealing with a lot of new stress that we had to get used to, so we were bound to argue sometimes. She kissed me on the forehead when we said goodnight.