I didn't post last week because I was busy but I'm back this week with a brand new chapter of Taxes. Yay, right?

As for that rude review, all I'll say is troll elsewhere. I said what I said and I meant what I said. If you don't like it, don't read my story. I won't cry.

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"What do you want to do for your birthday?" Quinn asked.

Puck moved his shoulders with difficulty. "I might not see it."

"Of course you will." She blew past that.

"I don't know. I might want a cupcake."

"I can bake you cupcakes. What kind do you want?"

He thought about it. "What's your favorite?"

It was her turn to think. "Don't tell Grandmom but I think my favorite cake is German chocolate so that in a portable cupcake is probably the best."

"Then I want a German chocolate cupcake."

"Done." She agreed readily. "What else?"

"You know I can't eat that much."

"I'll have Merce and/or Marce make something for you." She sang.

He smiled before chuckling roughly. "In that case…"

"Yeah?"

"I don't want dinner. I want lunch. I want a picnic with our families."

"A picnic?"

"Yeah. Like last year after the huge party your mom threw? It was just us and it was fun. You know, before we had to leave cuz Mini Mama them threw those hands."

She giggled. "Okay. We'll have a picnic. I'm sure we can get clearance to have that many people in here. What do you want to eat?"

"Have Mini Mama plan it. Where is she by the way? I haven't seen her in weeks."

Quinn swallowed. That was because Marcy only sat with him while he was asleep. "I can call her and ask."

"Okay. Ask her to bring the twins by. I'm not contagious anymore. I miss them."

She suddenly felt like crying but knew he didn't like seeing her cry so she sniffed hard and grabbed her phone from the bedside table. She called her sister, using her voice to guilt her.

"Hey, Marce. What are you up to? I'm sitting with Noah. Don't hang up! Yes, you were. Don't argue with me. I'm pregnant. So? I'm older. I want you to bring the twins up here. Marcy, he's not contagious anymore.

We can shield the kids from anyone else and you can be afraid of germs with them as soon as you leave. Okay. I don't understand Russian. You owe us.

Thank you. Yes, he wants to see them. Bring them up tomorrow. I'll talk to you when I get back to the hotel. Okay. Bye." She hung up.

"What was all that about?" He asked.

"You know how terrified she is of germs. She's worried about them getting sick from someone else."

"It's pretty sterile here. I'm sure they'll be fine."

"Me too." She set her phone aside and devoted her attention to him. "Want to watch TV again?"

He smirked. "I never thought I'd be into soap operas but here we are."

She picked up the remote and turned the television on. "Let's watch Days of Our Lives."

MMC

Puck drew a deep breath when he heard a knock on his door through his dream. He blinked his eyes open and croaked, "Come in!"

The door opened and three men came inside. He knew two of them personally and felt they were like the father he wished for his whole life. The third was someone he'd known very little about but especially since becoming sick and being in the hospital. "Hey, Doc, Doc C, Dr. Fabray."

"Hello, Noah." The men said.

"What's going on?" He pressed the button on his remote to bring the top of the bed up since he couldn't sit up on his own.

"May we sit?" Russell cleared his throat.

"Sure."

Russell took the seat closest to the bed while Marcus and Michael sat on the couch. "We- I wanted to talk to you. Before it was too late."

"About what?" Puck was apprehensive.

"When Laura was born, I was the happiest man in the world. I loved her so much. I didn't think that feeling could ever be topped and then we had Quinn. I had these two perfect little girls.

But I wasn't there for them the way they needed. Except for a few exceptions, I wasn't there at all. I was always too busy working or doing things that had nothing to do with my family.

When Finn Hudson told us that she was pregnant, I reacted like a heel. I was not acting like her father and that will rest with me for the rest of my days. I made a difficult situation impossible.

I should have stood by her but I was too blinded by appearances and propriety and the misguided assumption that my children lived for me instead of the correct fact that I live for them.

I didn't know it at the time but I was battling heavy depression and I blamed everyone in my life. Others let me down, others drove me to do things that hurt the people that I love. It was never my fault.

And I was wrong.

But through all of my shortcomings, was you. You tried to be there for her since the beginning. The kids told me that. That you were willing to fight your own best mate over her. That you named your daughter. That you looked after Quinn, even after she gave your child away.

You fell in love with her and you were who she needed. Who she deserved. I've spoken with your mother about your father at length and we all agree that you're a better man than he will ever be. You're a better man than me.

And I- Marcus, Michael and I- want to thank you. Sincerely, truly, from the bottom of our hearts. Thank you for loving our little girl."

Puck was thoroughly shocked. His lips parted but he couldn't say anything.

"That's why we've come to make you a promise."

"A promise?" Puck's brain cells started rubbing together.

"Your family will be taken care of."

"I don't understand."

Marcus leaned forward. "Your mother, brother and sister will want for nothing. We've set up college funds for your siblings and have paid off your mother's house. We've also taken care of your medical bills and whatever a burial may cost, although we're praying you won't need one."

Tears leaked from Puck's eyes. "You did this? Why?"

"We take care of our own." Michael said. "And you've proven that you're one of us."

"We've also thanked Finn Hudson but not as expensively." Russell smiled. "You're good men. There's no wonder why Quinn chose you."

Puck was speechless.

"We'll let you get some rest." Marcus stood up. "Come on, lads. He must be exhausted having to hear three old fools blubber over him."

"Wait!" Puck called out as they were leaving. They stilled before turning. "If my moms told you about my dad, you know I didn't have a role model. Not til Mr. Shue in glee and even then I never felt like I got a lot of his attention.

Meeting you guys changed my life. I was kinda jealous of your kids cuz they had y'all. I wanted to be a part of your family more than anything. I even started acting like you where I could. You're like the coolest men I've ever met.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, you're like dads to me. If that isn't too weird." He looked down.

The trio approached the bed and each put a hand on his leg. "We think of you as a son."

That was weird… They do the talking in unison thing, too? Puck looked up. "Really?"

"Call me Pop." Marcus said.

"Call me PM." Michael said.

"Call me Father." Russell said.

Puck chuckled to get rid of the lump in his throat. "Thanks. Will do."

"Alright, we're going to get out of here." Russell angled his head to the door. "Your mother is probably back from the bathroom."

Puck nodded. "Bye, Pop, PM, Father."

"Goodbye, son." They waved before leaving.

As soon as the door shut, tears flowed. Puck couldn't believe it. All he'd ever wanted when he was younger was a father. A dad. A man that wasn't a cheating, law breaking fall down drunk. And now he had three.