I've returned to the world of Ryan Murphy! What can I say, glee's my answer to everything. Welcome Dravenites to chapter 3 of here we go again. Now for this story, I'm trying to go for a conflicted/confused vibe if that makes sense. So, without further ado, please enjoy this chapter!

Three days had passed since Quinn found out she was pregnant. She was absolutely dreading having to hide it from Puck. And it was getting harder to do it too. Recently she had been able to blame her morning sickness on a stomach flu that had been going around her school a lot. If that didn't work, she just blamed it on food poisoning. That itself hadn't worked since Puck had threatened the owners of most of the restaurants they ate in with an air strike if they ever caused Quinn to get sick again.

What was worse was that Puck's birthday was coming up tonight and she hadn't gotten him a gift yet, well, not one that could count as one, sex was always an option. But, the more she thought about it, her carrying his kid was one that could definitely be put into the gift category. So, in order to help her with her situation, she turned to the one person who knew more about material possessions than Jeff Bezos himself; Kurt Elizabeth Hummel.

Right now the man was sitting in her living room, bouncing a one year old girl on his shoulder, his eyes surrounded by dark circles.

'' You ok? You look exhausted'' Quinn asked.

'' No, I'm fine. I love the fact that Blaine and I are now living off of Monster Energy and coffee.''

'' Why are gay men always so sarcastic?''

'' Its my coping mechanism Quinn! Sorry, you didn't deserve that'' Kurt changed his tone.

'' I get that the parenting thing has been tough on you guys, but I need my gift guru right now.''

'' Alright, hit me. What're you thinking of getting him? And before you answer, sex doesn't count, found that one out the hard way'' Kurt muttered.

'' Well, there is some Overwatch merch he's had his eyes on. But that's a bit too simplistic.''

'' See, you figured out why that idea's not good. Alright, now for something better, how about his own microbrewing kit? That could be fun right?''

'' Where would we put it though? Our apartment's pretty small and our house is taking longer than it should to be finished.''

'' Ok, not that. Hmm, what're his favorite things?''

'' Let's see, the Bengals, the Reds, the Blue Jackets, the Cavaliers, me, you and the others, video games, tv, sports, sex, exercising and his job as a sergeant.''

'' Ok, so far I can think of two ideas. One may be harder than the others in terms of us being able to accomplish them.''

'' What've you got?''

'' First off, you find one of the players for any of those teams and get them to sign his old Titans jersey, give it a sort of a one of a kind type of feel to it. The other idea is something super simple that it borders on sociological cliché.''

'' What is it, come on Kurt, I'm desperate here.''

'' Go to Breadsticks. Have a fun night out. Lord knows I'd kill for one of those. A night with just me and Blaine…'' Kurt trailed off.

'' Wait, that's it. Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, you are a genius'' Quinn pecked her friend on his cheek. '' The gang goes to the sticks for his birthday dinner. That's all that really needs to happen.''

'' Simple yet perfect. I like it. What's the dress code?''

'' I don't know, clothes I guess'' Quinn breathed.

'' Come on Quinn. Every party needs a dress code. Last Thanksgiving at my parents, I had everyone dress as pilgrims. I wanted Rachel to be Pocahontas until my husband and stepbrother pointed out that it would be, and I quote, wildly racist.''

'' Fine, what do you suggest?'' Quinn pouted. She loved Kurt but he could be a bit of a pain in the ass at times.

'' Hmm, maybe a military theme? Everyone in camo, barbed wire around?''

'' No, too many Afghanistan flashbacks. How about smart casual? You know, golf shirts and nice pants- wait what're you doing?''

Kurt looked up from his phone. '' Oh sorry, I guess I just got bored when you described the lesbian-chic look.''

'' I didn't describe it that way did I?''

'' Ask Santana, I texted her your idea'' Kurt showed the blonde his phone.

'' Lesbian chic. Huh, well she would be the expert I guess.''

'' So, I'm thinking about a throwback to our McKinley days. Back to what we all used to wear?''

'' Not bad, that could actually work. But are you ok wearing your Marc Jacobs jacket in public? The last time someone went near it you threatened their lives.''

'' That was one time and Blaine and I were just married at that time ok?''

'' Ok, got it. I have to say, you're a little on edge. Even for a new parent.''

'' I'm fine'' Kurt's foot tapping.

'' You sure? Those jitters are usually accompanied by caffeine withdrawal. How much coffee have you had today?''

'' Not much, only 3 cups of coffee, 2 monster energy drinks and a mountain dew. Why?''

'' You're having a crash sweetheart. You may need to have a nap soon.''

'' I have a kid, I'm a designer, I have a husband and two neighbors who are shockingly loud at night. Sleep isn't my friend these days.''

'' Well, I'm going to go put a blanket over you as you grab some z's. Thanks again for your help with tonight. You ok with me taking the credit for this though?''

'' Why not, after all, Rachel stole every solo back in high school so I'm used to getting sidelined anyway'' Kurt snickered, waking up his daughter. '' And the nightmare continues.''

-x-

'' Don't act weird, but this is nice'' Puck said later that evening, the pair entering Quinn's Lexus. '' Us just going out, you and me. Just wish you weren't driving.''

'' Why, might I ask?'' Quinn breathed, tying a blindfold around his eyes. '' Also before you ask, this is for your surprise.''

'' No offense but you're not the world's best driver. I'm blindfolded right now and I'm still scared of how many hobos you'll be killing.''

'' I'm fine behind the wheel..''

'' Senior year. Also between the two of us there's 18 speeding fines, 12 are yours.''

'' Aww, and I thought the spousal bullying wasn't supposed to happen until we were in our 40s?'' Quinn cooed, purposely slamming the gas pedal as her husband pretended to pray for their lives.

'' So, where're we going?'' Puck asked.

'' That would be a surprise.''

'' Oh come on. We don't keep stuff from each other, why start now?''

'' Noah, I'm not telling you a thing. Besides, I got an outside party to help me plan this.''

'' Can I at least try and guess who your got hold of?''

'' Sure. Can't guarantee I'll answer you but sure.''

'' Alright, do I know them.''

'' Pretty well.''

'' Did I bully them?''

'' Good chance.''

'' Are they from McKinley?''

'' Yes.''

'' Its not Finn right?''

'' Oh Gd no. I love him but let's face it, he has no taste.''

'' Well Mike and Tina aren't too good with flair, Santana maybe, but her skills are more clothes based. Britt's a bit too spacey for this. Blaine's a good guess but Kurt would- wait a minute its Kurt isn't it? You got Kurt to plan my birthday dinner didn't you?''

'' Maybe. I could've also asked Artie, Kitty, Marley, Jake, Ryder, Mercedes. The list's pretty long.''

'' Come on, tell me. It can be my gift to you for your birthday.''

'' My birthday isn't for another three months.''

'' Well then, it'll be an in advance gift.''

Quinn sighed as she pulled up to a stoplight. '' Yes, I got Kurt to help me plan. But can you blame me, he planned his dad's wedding and was pretty instrumental in my bachelorette party.''

'' Are you kidding me? That's awesome. I love the guy.''

'' Well you can tell him that yourself right now'' Quinn yanked off his blindfold to show off where they were.

'' Breadsticks?''

'' Is it bad? If so I'll happily ask Blaine to sell Kurt's jackets.''

'' No, this is great. Besides, you couldn't ever do anything bad, I love everything you do for me.''

Just remember that later Quinn thought.

'' Wow, this place is dark…er than usual'' Puck commented, entering the now pitch black eatery.

'' Surprise!'' the entire New Directions alumni shrieked, causing Puck's heart to jump as he saw his best friends in front of him.

'' Happy 28th baby'' Quinn squeezed her husband.

'' Wow, Kurt, this is awesome!'' Puck breathed.

'' I-I didn't plan it. Quinn did'' Kurt lied through his teeth.

'' Oh come on babe, we all know who planned this'' Blaine deadpanned.

'' Yeah, Quinn did'' Kurt caught the blonde's eye. '' You cracked didn't you?''

'' No. He figured it out.''

'' Well anyway, here's to Puck. Former man-slut jackass turned disciplined military officer and husband'' Finn toasted.

'' Here here'' the others cheered, raising the glasses they had in their hands.

'' Honestly I'm surprised you didn't think I came up with it'' Finn shrugged. '' I'm creative, and unlike someone'' the man unsubtly pointed his thumb at Quinn '' can keep a secret.''

'' True, but Kurt's a designer, and he was on Broadway with me. Plus, he did kinda keep a pretty big secret for most of his childhood'' Rachel refuted.

'' Aww, its like I have my own round table'' Kurt cooed.

That was how most of the evening went, fun, laughter, stories and catching up. However, soon most people started to leave, only the New Directions originals, save for Puck and Quinn being left. Namely; Finn, Rachel, Artie, Mercedes, Tina, Mike, Brittany, Santana, Kurt, Blaine, Sam, Artie and Kitty.

'' So Blaine, rumor has it you quit your job?'' Puck asked.

'' Yeah, I loved event planning, but I live song and dance. So, I opened a studio, with a little help.''

'' Oh, how?'' Quinn asked.

'' Well, I can sing pretty well, but when it comes to dancing, I'm just great. There's someone who's legendary, and thankfully he was eager to be my partner for this'' Blaine answered.

'' Oh for crying out loud, its me!'' Mike snapped laughingly.

'' Woohoo, way to go you guys'' Rachel giddily clapped.

'' Yeah, what're you calling yourselves?'' Finn added.

'' Perfect rhythm'' Mike answered.

Quinn all the while, had been dying not subtly tell Puck that she was pregnant, but it was easier said than done. Eventually however, when Puck was given his gifts, she was able to go first.

'' Noah, this is from me'' Quinn looked at her husband. '' I'm…I'm pregnant.''

'' Wow, that's…that's amazing!'' Puck squeezed his wife as he kissed her. '' I'm going to be a daddy…again.''

'' Man the club gets bigger all the time. Now Caroline's going to have other cousins to play with'' Kurt cooed. '' And I can get your kid's outfits for you.''

'' In order, what're you talking about? Also, Quinn's in charge of our kid's clothes'' Puck defended.

'' My niece and nephew. They're monsters'' Blaine deadpanned. '' My brother's whole woke belief on discipline is insane- hey are you ok?'' Blaine looked at Puck, who was currently sweating profusely.

'' Fine, hey, is it…getting warmer in here?'' Puck dabbed a napkin on his brow.

'' No, its like 68 degrees outside'' Kitty answered. '' Puck, are you ok?''

'' Again, I'm…fine. Hey Quinn, babe?''

'' Yes?'' Quinn answered worriedly.

'' Did you always have 5 identical sextuplet sisters?''

'' No.''

'' Oh, then I'm not ok'' Puck, slid off his chair passing out.

'' Noah! Finn, call 911!'' Quinn screamed.

'' On it'' the man dug out his phone.

Wow, I've had some interesting b-days but this is interesting. Thanks for reading Dravenites, be sure to not talk to strangers, always eat your vegetables and above all, stay safe and stay awesome!