Well, you guys spoke and shall receive.
What is up y'all? ( I thought I'd try a new name out, thoughts?) We've hit 23 views, now, math isn't my best subject but I'm pretty sure that's more than 15. So, please enjoy chapter 2.
Two months had passed since Puck and Quinn had come back from their honeymoon, and unfortunately Quinn now had a new event to plan; Puck's 28th birthday.
Besides having very little space in the pair's small apartment in order to secretly plan the event, Puck was exceptionally hard to buy for. Most of the time if someone asked the young man what he wanted as a gift, he would shrug and say '' booze, I don't know.''
Right now, Quinn had successfully gotten Puck out of the house by making him perform Sweet Caroline to Finn's music class. As Quinn had one more day of summer break, she didn't have to go out. She had enlisted the help of Rachel, Kurt and Santana to help her with party decisions. As Rachel performed in front of people all the time, it was only natural that she'd have a flair for design. The fact that Kurt and Santana both worked in fashion didn't hurt either, neither did the fact that Kurt and Finn were stepbrothers.
'' So, Quinn, you never told us how the honeymoon was'' Rachel said from the chair she was in as she doodled away on a sketch pad, her eyebrows raising slightly.
'' It was fine'' Quinn shrugged.
'' Liar'' Santana squinted at her friend.
'' Excuse me?''
'' I know you Quinnifer. You're hiding something from us and I want details'' Santana demanded.
'' Jeez, now I know how your poor subordinates must feel'' Kurt muttered.
'' I heard that lady Hummel. Don't make me tell Blaine about Caroline's pierced ears. So, spill it, did you guys…ya know?''
'' Know what?'' Quinn raised an eyebrow. Her facial expression clueless.
'' You know, it?'' Rachel wagged her eyebrows. '' The dance with no pants?''
'' You two are making less sense than usual.''
'' Oh for God sake, she's trying to ask you if you and Puck slept together'' Kurt sighed, exasperated. '' Quite frankly I'm surprised you didn't pick up on it.''
'' Eww, I'm not telling you guys that'' Quinn shuddered in revolt.
'' Do you not remember Mr. Shue and Ms Pillsbury's first wedding?'' Santana smirked.
'' You wouldn't'' Quinn leant forward.
'' Ohohoho, I would. So, Lady Hummel, little Barbra, it was the night of the wedding and pristine Quinny over here had never experimented before, one thing led to another and-
'' Yes'' Quinn muttered.
'' Excuse me?'' Kurt furrowed his brow.
'' Yes, Noah and I slept together.''
The three guests began to squeal.
'' What? We already slept together before, what's the big deal?'' Quinn asked. '' Also we're married so we obviously should be shouldn't we?''
'' The big deal is that it was your first time together as husband and wife. Ah, memories'' Rachel drifted away. Recently Finn had proposed to her again and neither of them could wait for their big day.
Quinn groaned for a second.
'' Quinn, you, ok? Do I need to get you a drink of water or something?'' Santana asked.
'' No no, I'm fine. But, Santana, are you wearing perfume?''
'' Yes? Why?''
'' Its making me a bit nauseous is all.''
'' I told you she'd smell knock off, but no, let's not listen to the designer'' Kurt lectured sarcastically to the Latina woman.
'' Hey, one more word, Mrs. Hummel and I'll start telling your daughter stories of how you used to prey upon her uncle like a leopard going after a gazelle on the Serengeti.''
'' No, it's not that. It's the scent. Santana, is your perfume fruit scented?''
'' Yeah. Tropical. I bought it a few days ago, although Rachel thought it was too strong. You want me to wash it off or something?''
'' No, it just made me feel weird…its gone now though.''
The three looked at each other, exchanging confused looks, before shrugging and getting back to the planning.
-x-
Quinn tunnelled under the comforter as the sunlight from the window next to her streamed in, hitting her face in the process.
'' Morning Dracula'' came a cocky voice next to her. This comment resulted in the person getting hit with a pillow to the face.
'' Ugh. Why'd I let you take the non-window side?'' Quinn groaned at her husband.
'' Because you love me'' Puck shrugged.
'' That I do. Morning'' Quinn said as she kissed her husband.
'' Look, since we're going out today anyway, should I buy some thicker curtains?'' Puck asked, getting out of bed and making his way toward his closet.
'' Why bother?'' Quinn said groggily, getting out of bed as well. '' We're having our house built soon anyway so why spend good money on a place we won't be living in for much longer?''
Puck went silent as he put on a black shirt and jeans.
'' What's wrong?'' Quinn asked as she disrobed.
'' Well…you know our contractor?''
'' Niall Jones, what about him?''
'' Well, he kinda told me when our place will be finished.''
'' Which is when?''
'' October'' Puck muttered.
'' Excuse me?''
'' October'' Puck repeated in the same vocal tone.
'' Noah, tell me'' Quinn answered, now dressed, with her hands on her hips.
'' October'' Puck sighed audibly.
'' What?! That's five months from now! He said June!''
'' Easy. Look, the guy said that there were some problems getting the right materials. It'll take a bit longer than expected but he's assuring me it'll be done soon'' Puck hugged his wife.
'' Mm. Fine'' Quinn pouted.
'' That's my Reno. So, refresh my memory, why am I going to your school today?''
'' We need to show the kids why war is bad. We were going to try and get a general to speak but that's a bit out of our price range. So, I figured I'd use my air force sergeant of a husband. Maybe share some pictures and war stories about your time in Afghanistan?''
'' Nice. I'm second prize'' Puck rolled his eyes.
'' No, you're first'' Quinn pecked him on the cheek. '' You just cost less to hire is all'' Quinn smirked as she walked to the kitchen.
-x-
'' Wow. This place is…colorful'' Puck said as he entered his wife's classroom.
The room was exceptionally large. Quinn had her own desk of course, but to be honest it was more of a table than a desk. Her kids had pretty much every toy that could be imagined. From building blocks to action figures, Rosa Lee Kindergarten made sure that all their kids were entertained.
'' What'd you expect, I teach kindergarteners. They don't hit the dark and gloomy phase like Tina did until they're 14. Well, except for my one kid; Andrew, but he has… other issues.''
Puck chuckled before he saw a swarm of children entered. Very soon the sounds of chatting children filled the room.
'' Ok guys quiet down'' Quinn said loudly.
No co-operation.
'' Seriously, we have a lot of work to get through today!'' Quinn shouted again, however her efforts were still in vain.
'' I got this'' Puck smirked before inhaling. '' On your butts, now!'' he shouted. This did get a response from the children, who immediately stood still.
'' That's better. You were saying Mrs. Puckerman'' Puck smirked.
'' Thanks babe. Alright guys, so this week we're learning about current events. Who knows what those are?'' Quinn asked her class.
A young boy's hand shot up.
'' Yes. Andrew?''
'' What's going on in the world. I personally believe that due to rising sea levels, global temperatures, multiple animals pushing up daisies and most countries becoming despotic regimes, we're all doomed to meet the same fate as our ancestors.'' Andrew responded.
'' Jeez you weren't kidding'' Puck muttered. Quinn jabbed him softly in order to get him to stop talking.
'' Good answer Andrew. So, in order to tell you guys about war is my husband Sergeant Noah Puckerman'' Quinn introduced, clapping her hands and subsequently feeling an onslaught on pain in her abdomen.
'' You ok?'' Puck asked.
'' Fine.''
'' Alright. Hi guys, I'm sergeant Puckerman but you can call me Puck. So, I spent my early 20s in a place called Afghanistan, who here's heard of it?''
No reply.
'' Ok, well it's a desert country in Asia who have some bad guys called the Taliban inside them.''
One child snickered at the name.
'' Sarah, behave'' Quinn glared at the young girl who laughed.
'' Anyway. So, I was sent there when I was in lower rank. I was a private. I went there flying a plane, how cool….''
As Puck was talking, Quinn's pain began to feel more and more familiar; one she remembered from almost 12 years ago.
'' Hey, babe can you take care of these guys for a bit?'' Quinn asked.
'' Uhh sure, where're you off to?''
'' Out'' Quinn replied quickly.
'' Ok, out where?''
'' I, just need some air.''
'' Alright then. So, any questions, from anyone?'' Puck asked.
Another young boy held up his hand.
'' Yeah, you, the one with the superhero t-shirt.''
'' Did you always want to be in the air force?'' he asked.
'' Good question, the short answer is no. I was what you guys would call lost in high school, but its actually because of Mrs. Puckerman that I joined. It also helps that I don't like what the Taliban are doing at all.''
-x-
After leaving the room and making her way to the teacher's lounge, Quinn was stopped by a familiar face who taught the grade above hers.
'' Well, you look great.''
'' Can it Kitty, I don't feel well.''
'' So I see, come on, let's get you on the couch'' Kitty helped her friend onto one of the lounge's couches and forced Quinn to lie down.
'' What's wrong? Do I need to call someone, the nurse? 911? My pastor?''
'' No-ah! I know this feeling, if its what I think it is, then I need you to take this'' Quinn sat up and gave Kitty a blue card with silver numbers on it.
'' I don't follow.''
'' Take this to the drug store down the street and buy me a test.''
'' No! They'll think its for me. I'm not even 25 I'll be shamed.''
'' Do it Kitty'' Quinn breathed. '' I had to take one when I was 16.'' The pain she was in had seized slightly.
Kitty pursed her lips. '' You owe me one Fabray.''
'' Puckerman'' Quinn corrected. '' Now get out of here, I have to think about what I'm going to tell Noah later.''
-x-
About 15 minutes later, Kitty came back to the teacher's lounge with a brown paper bag.
'' Did you buy one? Is it in there?'' Quinn asked.
'' No, I took your card and bought sour patch kids-yes, it's in there.''
'' Ok, I'll be back'' Quinn took the bag and left for the teacher's bathroom.
'' Wait. Do you need help?''
'' To pee on a stick? Pretty sure I can do that alone.''
Meanwhile Puck had finished speaking to the children and had made them take a nap. He was worried about Quinn. Having very little to no knowledge of his surroundings, the man went straight to the teacher's lounge where he saw Kitty reading a book.
'' I don't know what's scarier, the fact that you're a teacher or that they even hired you in the first place.''
'' Nice to see you too Puck'' Kitty changed the subject.
'' Two things. 1. Shouldn't you be with your first graders? 2. Have you seen Quinn?
Think Wilde, think. '' I saw her, she just needed some air and went to the playground. Also, Puckerman, my kids are out sick. Jimmy Reynolds got chickenpox and it spread like the fucking plague. I've already had it so I'm fine. I'm purely here for administration purposes today.''
'' Hey Kitty-oh, hey babe, why'd you leave those kids unattended?'' Quinn asked, emerging from her self-exile.
'' Hey yourself, I was worried'' Puck embraced his wife, kissing her.'' I made them take a nap.''
'' Great, hey listen, your job is over. Why don't you go back home?''
'' Uhh, sure?'' Puck looked confused as he left the building.
'' So. What is it?'' Kitty asked in a low register.
'' A positive'' Quinn said sadly. '' Now I have to figure out how to tell Noah.''
Ohohoho, drama alert. Thanks for reading everyone, hope you enjoyed it. As usual, stay safe and stay awesome.
