Puck's POV

I let Quinn rest as much as she needed that day, waking her up every once in a while like my mom told me to to check on her. She had thrown up a few times and was miserable, but mom said that was normal. I stayed with Quinn the whole day, watching for anything I should be worried about. I was curious about what happened at school and with her mother but didn't want to push her for details while she wasn't feeling well. Quinn woke up more in the evening but stayed tucked up close to my side with her arm wrapped around my chest, clinging to me like a koala. I wouldn't have it any other way. My mom and I encouraged her to eat and drink small amounts and she was reluctant but trying to be a good patient. She was feeling more comfortable with lights off so we laid in the dark together and whispered to each other. My hand rested on her belly, and when she could feel our daughter moving from inside, she put her hand on mine and moved it to see if I could feel too. I couldn't yet because the baby was still so little. I felt closer to Quinn than I ever had and the feelings I had for her kind of scared me.

We were both staying home from school the next day so Quinn could recover and I could keep an eye on her. "What do you want for breakfast in the morning?" I whispered. "Anything you want."

"Anything I want?" she whispered back excitedly.

"Anything you want, forever." I promised. I wasn't just talking about breakfast foods.

She was quiet for a minute. "My mom used to make a big breakfast on Sundays after church. French toast, fresh fruit, scrambled eggs, bacon… I don't miss much about home – it wasn't the happiest place, but I have been craving Sunday brunch," she admitted with a sad smile.

"Say no more, Q. I'll make the best breakfast buffet you've ever had. You'll forget all about your mom's dumbass food."

She smiled. "You don't have to do all that, Puck. I'll be happy with whatever we have."

I poked the tip of her nose. "I'm happy with what we have too," I joked. "Me, you, our baby girl, snuggled up in bed together. Nothing could be better." I twirled a bit of her hair around my finger and then placed it between her lips and her mouth and nose like a mustache. Her smile slowly turned serious.

"Aren't you going to ask what happened today?" She asked quietly.

I sighed. "I want to know, but I can wait if I need to. I didn't want to hound you about it too much while you weren't feeling good." She stayed silent for a minute, seeming uncomfortable.

"I was going back to study hall from Miss Pillsbury's office. A couple of guys pushed me into the bathroom and they were just saying stupid stuff about having fun with them and that you would be okay with sharing. They started kind of being handsy, like touching my clothes and my face," I could see the tears gathering in her eyes. I was infuriated. "Um, I've always had a problem with fainting when I get scared or something. So I guess that's what happened then. I must've hit my head on the sink." She shrugged, trying to seem unbothered. I swiped the tears from her cheeks and tried to calm down. She held my hand in hers and hugged it to her chest.

"Who was it?"

"It doesn't matter, Puck."

"Like hell. Give me their names, Quinn. I'm going to see how fucking tough they are when they're dealing with me."

"I don't need you getting into trouble over this, Puck. I'll give their names to Figgins and it will be taken care of. You don't need to get involved and get suspended or beaten up or something. Your mom will kill you."

"I don't give a shit what Figgins wants to do with them, it won't be enough. I'll kill them for even looking at you the wrong way. They should've known better than to start shit with you." While I was on my tirade, Quinn started placing gentle, wet, teasing kisses on my neck, my throat, the top of my chest, my ear, my cheek. "Stop that, Q. Do I know them? Are they in our class or older? On the football team?"

"They don't matter," She whispered, her hot breath on my neck giving me goosebumps. "All that matters is us, right here, you and me, in your bed." She ran her hand under my shirt along my stomach.

"I know what you're doing, you sneaky girl," I smirked, realizing exactly how much she was controlling me. She gave a shy smile back and giggled, about to deny doing anything. "you're trying to distract me. It was working, too, but as much as I'd love to continue what you were starting, I'm not letting it go that easily. I'll give it up for now, but you're going to have to answer me eventually, and I'll jump on the chance to show those fuckers who they're messing with. And when you're better from all this, I hope you realize you owe me for teasing me like that, you little jerk." I kissed her forehead and took a deep breath, trying to settle myself down in more ways than one. Lucy Quinn Fabray would be the death of me one of these days.