I'm back y'all. With how amazingly the story's going to s far, and the fact that I'm actually enjoying writing it, you best believe that chapter 3's going be great. Now before we get into this I just want to say that if Puck is seeming a bit OOC that's on purpose. I feel that since he's going to be a dad, he's going to have to grow up.

Other than that, the only thing I have left to say is...enjoy!

Quinn couldn't really remember the last half hour of her life. After Puck had passed out, the group had raced to Sue Sylvester memorial hospital. It was quite an interesting experience being in an ambulance for someone's birthday, not one that she'd want to experience again anytime soon, but still an experience none the less.

Right now, she found herself in a private room, her husband unconscious yet breathing. She had sent the others home, purely so she could had some privacy when she spoke to Puck when he woke up.

'' Hola, Mrs…Puckerman?'' a Latino doctor said, walking in.

Quinn's heart skipped a beat. The man's windswept hair, accompanied with defined body and piercing blue eyes made him look exceptionally intimidating and handsome, yet also gentle and kind.

'' Uh…huh'' she stammered.

'' My name is Julio Nichols, I'm your husband's physician'' the man looked into the blonde's eyes. '' My, you are quite charming.''

'' Oh, thanks'' Quinn blushed, her response causing Puck to get up.

'' Baby!"' Quinn wrapped herself around her husband, crushing his ribs. '' You had me so scared.''

'' Hey, if those bastards during my last tour couldn't take me down neither could…what happened?'' Puck asked, glaring at the doctor.

'' Well Mr. Puckerman-

'' Sergeant, please'' Puck corrected. '' What happened, did I have a stroke, a heart attack or some weird combo of the two?''

'' Sergeant Puckerman, you had a panic attack which caused your fainting. According to your chart, you already have high blood pressure. If I may, what happened before he fainted?'' Dr. Nichols answered.

'' I told him I was pregnant'' Quinn answered.

'' Congratulations. Lets see- dear Gd!'' Dr. Nichols said shocked. '' You work in the US military?''

'' Yeah, you knew that. I'm an active duty sergeant, as well as a drill instructor for an air force base just outside of Lima. What's that got to do with you screaming like a 12 year old girl at a One Direction concert?''

'' Sir, your job as well as your wife's news has generated a shocking stress result. Therefore, for the next 96 hours I must insist that you relax, you are to in no way do anything that could raise your blood pressure in anyway.''

'' So, he shouldn't go into work?'' Quinn asked.

'' Out of the question. Also, he should avoid video games as well as sports, both physical and viewable. Also violent movies are also too risky. They have all been shown to temporarily increase adrenaline.''

'' Damn'' Puck spat. '' So what should I do?''

'' Read, relax, I recommend spending time with your lovely wife here.''

'' Hey…watch it doc'' Puck warned.

-x-

The next week of Puck's life could only be described in one word: boring. He thought he'd actually enjoy relaxing, but all the fun stuff he would usually do was outlawed. What was worse was that the Bengals were playing tonight and he couldn't watch. The whole time he could see Finn texting him the live scores, pissing him off even more.

'' You know, you could try to enjoy this experience'' Quinn said, sitting next to him on a nearby couch.

'' How? The only stuff on TV I can watch, Dr. Boringstein forbade. I'm missing the Terminator marathon.''

'' Well, you could spend time with your lovely wife'' Quinn answered, making air quotes.

'' That damn doctor. I could see the way he was looking at you.''

'' Come on Noah, don't tell me you're actually jealous.''

'' Why not? How would you react if a hot TA from your school came onto me?''

'' That's different.''

'' How?''

'' All my TA's say you scare them'' Quinn laughed.

'' I'm not that terrifying.''

'' We had Jehovah's witnesses a few weeks ago and you greeted them with the pump action shotgun you keep under the bed.''

'' They were harassing you.''

'' Aww, my very own Punisher.''

'' You know that character?''

'' When I was going out with Sam he made me read his comic collection.''

'' And here I thought you couldn't get any hotter'' Puck smirked, putting Quinn on his lap and kissing her.

'' I'm full of surprises.''

'' So am I. Take a look'' Puck dug his phone out as Quinn got off of him.

'' Our house? Its…finished?!'' Quinn squealed, jumping giddily as she stared at the screen.

'' Oh its more than that Reno. The contractor was so ashamed of what happened earlier he's sending a written letter of apology to both of us. I was thinking we get Finn to grade its grammar'' Puck laughed.

'' Noah Jacob Puckerman. That is juvenile, mean and above all brilliant.''

'' I know right?''

'' Also, speaking of surprises. I have one for you. We're going to school.''

'' What? Why?''

'' Well, I figure we need some parenting tips, so I signed us up for some parenting classes down at the REC center. Just the normal stuff, changing diapers, feeding it, keeping it alive.''

'' Ah dammit.''

'' You want to watch more stuff on TV. I hear there's a Days of our lives marathon on next-

'' Nope, let's go'' Puck shot up, grabbing his keys. '' And I'm driving.''

-x-

For the next half hour, the pair drove in relative silence to their destination, not exactly sure what to expect. Thankfully, Puck broke the ice with a simple question. '' You nervous?''

'' Kind of. We never really parented before. Except for Terry's sister's nightmares and you did some stuff with Beth back in senior year. Not really sure what to expect from this.''

'' Look at it this way. We have no clue what to expect, so we can't psych ourselves up. Also this isn't like McKinley. We won't get grades or tests or homework or any of that crap. Also this isn't a solo act. I've got you babe.''

'' Aww, baby'' Quinn pecked his cheek as the man pulled into the Lima community center parking lot.

'' Man, I love this thing'' Puck said, stroking his car.

'' It's a hummer Noah. We show this to anyone outside our friend group and-

'' Hey! Not cool man!'' someone shouted, pointing at the couple. His loose grey woolen beanie, wavy blonde hair, baggy Henley shirt with a peace sign necklace, harem pants and sandals made him look either homeless or like a hippie.

'' You got a problem?'' Puck challenged.

'' You're hurting mother earth with your toxic emissions. Sell it and buy a Prius!''

'' Look here buddy, my husband can drive whatever he wants. Don't come whining here about how we'll all hurting the planet while you hurt everyone's eyes with your fashion sense.''

'' Harshness. Why the bad vibes?''

'' Because you insulted me. Now get out of here before I reverse over you-

'' Well hello'' came a familiar annoying voice.

Quinn and Puck cringed at the voice's owner; Rick the Stick. Even after all those years at McKinley he still irked them.

'' Hey Puckerman, you got a girl to go out with you- and Quinn Fabray no less. Guess Homo Explosion couldn't tear you down now could it?''

'' Go back to pumping gas as the 711 down the street'' Quinn spat.

'' Bro, go back to your car wash. I can handle these earth haters.''

'' Bro? Wait, Rick, you know this human headache?'' Puck pointed.

'' Sure do, this is Walter, my younger brother. You see, his partner's off on a trip with his friends to northern Mississippi so I'm here with him for a parenting class.''

'' Wait, ,you're in the class?'' Puck gasped.

'' You guys are too? Shit, I thought after sophomore year you'd both has sworn off sex. Ah well, see you inside'' Rick slapped Puck's back as he and his brother sauntered inside.

'' Hey Quinny?''

'' Yeah?''

'' We have to kick his ass right?''

'' Totally.''

-x-

To the couple's surprise, the class was being taught by an old '' friend'' of theirs; Coach Roz Washington. The champion hadn't aged a day, from her oddly blonde hair to her gaze of fear.

'' Alright, my name is Roz Washington, welcome to parenting 101. You may be wondering, how am I qualified to teach a class when I haven't got kids of my own. Well to that I say shut up! I've coached kids, some of them with the IQ of babies, so I've got the experience, just not the normal kind. Any questions?''

Rick's hand shot up.

'' Yeah you, the guy who washes my Lexus?'' Roz nodded.

'' Yeah hi, do teen parents get a head start'' the man laughed.

'' Oh I remember you, Rick the little stick Nelson?'' the crowd giggled. '' You were the one who cried at the end of Toy Story 3 right?''

'' Andy was going away to college!'' Rick defended.

'' Anyway…in front of you are dolls, each one is fitted with a dirty diaper. I assure all of you with gag reflexes, this is not going to be pretty. So, be prepared to learn in 5…4…3…2…1'' the older woman pushed a button on a nearby remote as the sounds of artificial crying filled the room, accompanied with an awful smell.

'' Oh Gd'' Quinn coughed. '' It smells like the underside of coach Tanaka's feet.''

'' I was on that team, and yeah, you're right'' Puck winced.

'' Alright, first step, remove the diaper and throw it into the trashcan to your right. Next, remove any excess fecal matter with the wet wipes I gave you. Got that?''

Quinn and Puck got to work, as it turned out, they were quite a good team, feeding off each other's energy.

'' Now, place the doll on a fresh pamper, then, wrap it around its bottom, like a burrito-

'' Done!'' Puck slammed the baby down.

'' Its not a contest'' Walter whined.

'' damn right it wasn't even close'' Puck high-fived his wife.

'' Let's see now…not too bad, but its tight, your kid's going to have blue legs'' the crowd started laughing, Puck soon interjecting.

'' Hey! Show some respect! Any of you makes one more sound and I'll be more than happy to abuse my power and call in an airstrike, got that?!''

The crowd went silent, Roz standing back smiling. '' Alright, I've tortured y'all long enough, class dismissed.''

As the group left, Walter grabbed Puck by the shoulder. '' Hey, not cool dude.''

'' Excuse me?'' Quinn asked.

'' You had a meltdown. Not good for your chi-

'' Shut up will ya'' Puck interjected. '' I'm all for you expressing yourself but don't shame us for driving a hummer or for having differing opinions to you.''

'' You better lay off Puckerman, I'm happy to repeat that fight in senior year'' Rick stepped forward.

'' Remember who won that fight'' Quinn snapped.

'' Stay out of this you bimbo-agh!'' Rick couldn't finish his sentence before Puck held him against a wall by the throat.

'' Say that again'' the soldier said, calmer, loosening his grip.

'' Your wife's…a slut.''

'' Move over'' Quinn pushed her husband aside as she dug in her purse, pulling out the Christmas gift her husband gave her; the beretta m9 he used in Afghanistan. '' Get out.''

'' Hey, back off, let's not get crazy here-

Quinn cocked the weapon. '' Leave, or you'll be called Rick the no more stick Nelson.''

Fearing for his life, the man scrambled away with his brother.

'' No offense, but the make-out session earlier is now the second best thing to happen today'' Puck laughed, embracing his wife.

Ah Puck, he'd do anything to protect Quinn, also thanks to everyone who's viewed and reviewed so far, I really appreciate it. Anyway guys, as usual, stay safe and stay awesome!