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Author's Note: Thank you guys for all the sweet reviews. This isn't really a scene in the movie, but I kind of wanted to continue from last chapter and I don't exactly want to copy Life As We Know It. I promise to do another update real soon, I promise! –Jackie PS: Glee comes on tonight! I can't wait for Finchelcourse and Klex! I'm so obsessed, I recently changed my desktop background to say "Finchel Freak".

Chapter Two:

That One Moment

And it wasn't such a great day for Quinn either.

What girl wanted to spend her day serving cake and ice cream to screaming, sticky fingered demon children? They were practically swarming Quinn from all sides, eating Pixie Sticks like they were addictive drugs.

"Auntie Quinn! Where's my cake?"

"I said I wanted chocolate, not vanilla!"

"Uncle Puck, that piece is too small!"

"Can I have some more frosting?"

On and on they screamed and hollered, demanding sugar.

"Alright, alright!" Quinn sighed, shoving several large pieces of chocolate cake to Grace and Lily, who had been anxiously waiting at her side for about twenty minutes. "Enjoy, munchkins!"

"Thank you Auntie Quinn!" Grace said politely, picking up a fork and happily skipping off to her dads.

"Thanks Auntie Quinn!" Lily interjected, remembering her manners, a little bit of chocolate crumbs falling out of her mouth as she spoke. She then quickly dashed off, going to find someone to play with. The cake in her mouth as she talked only made her two year old speak even harder to understand, and so Quinn was glad the little terror had finally left her side.

"You look like a hot mess, Fabray."

Quinn rolled her eyes at Puck, who now appeared next to her, even though he should've been serving ice cream to the children.

"Wow, thanks Puck." Quinn replied sarcastically, handing another piece of cake to some random person as she talked.

"No problem," he answered, making Quinn scoff quite rudely. Puck either didn't notice, or just didn't care. Probably the latter.

"I was being sarcastic, genius."

"You're still beautiful."

Quinn felt her face flush. Had Puck just called her beautiful? That was so…well, un-Puck-like. Victoria, who had been standing by waiting for her cake, got wide eyed and quickly dashed off to Mercedes, who was talking to Rachel. Oh God.

Before Quinn could move to speak to the little girl, Puck was brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear and Quinn found herself mesmerized, unable to move. She looked right into his eyes, feeling her whole body go numb at how he touched her face, at how his breath felt on her skin. It was like the whole world around her had melted away and Quinn had stepped into an alternative universe, bringing Puck along with her.

And apparently, Victoria, Rachel and Mercedes too.

"Well,"

Quinn and Puck jumped, getting vanilla frosting all on Quinn's arm and sprinkles on Puck's T-shirt as Rachel spoke.

"I always knew you two would be perfect for one another."

"Can it, Berry." Puck snapped, clearly pissed.

Rachel sighed. "Oh Noah, face it. You like her, you like her like her."

Victoria now looked completely lost. "Momma," she said to Mercedes. "What does Auntie Rachel mean?"

"Umm…well, Vicky…she means that…" Mercedes was clearly unsure how to explain this to the six year old, who was still confused as to why Barbie didn't think Ken had cooties. "Why don't we ask your Uncle Will?"

This answer seemed to please Victoria, as mother and daughter walked off together to find Mr. Schue. Rachel, however, didn't budge.

"Seriously, Rach," Quinn pleaded with her best friend. "Can we talk about this in private?"

Rachel opened the patio door and lead Quinn inside. They stood together in the kitchen, the drone of the party noise barely audible in the distance.

"Do you have feelings for Noah, Quinn?"

Quinn looked at the floor, feeling herself debating in her head as to what her reply would be. "No, of course not. He's…he's Puck. I don't even like him, let alone love him."

Rachel wouldn't accept this answer. "Are you sure you don't even like him a little bit?"

"Yes Rachel! I'm sure! The guy makes me sick! I hate his guts!" Quinn thought she may have said the last part a little too passionately, but Rachel just gave an empathetic response.

"I understand that this is confusing for you, Quinn." She said tenderly, patting Quinn on her arm not covered in icing. "So I'll just let it go, kay?"

Quinn nodded. "Okay."

Rachel said she just had to take a load of laundry out of the washing machine and that she would be right out, so Quinn went back outside on her own. Puck was now taking a break from serving food and sitting in a lawn chair with Eva in his lap, looking absolutely tired.

"Where'd you get the baby from?" Quinn asked.

Puck was a little startled when she suddenly appeared, but a second later he was fine and just gave a small shrug. "Rachel sent Finn to ask me about the nature of my relationship with you and I decided to spend some time with My Baby Little Jewish American Princess."

Eva giggled and Quinn smiled. Even though Puck was not her favorite person-when he wasn't calling her beautiful and whispering into her ear- he was definitely cute with Eva. There was something about him and babies that made him really…loveable. Yes, Quinn Fabray actually thought Noah Puckerman was loveable.

Quinn sat down in the chair next to Puck, putting her feet up on a table. It had quieted down a little and the sun was beginning to set, the golden light just below the massive trees in Finn and Rachel's backyard. The adults were all sitting in similar positions as Quinn and Puck, obviously exhausted. Some of them had enough energy to talk, while others barely had enough energy to drink the beer they had taken from the garage. The kids were playing together under one of the bigger trees in the backyard, dancing to the music on the radio someone had placed there. Rachel came out of the house and Puck handed Eva over to her, the baby was now asleep. Quinn longingly watched Rachel walk over to her husband. They kissed lightly and sat down next to each other in the grass, snuggling next to each other with their daughter now in Finn's arms. It was such a picturesque family moment, one Quinn wished she could be a part of. With a sign, knowing she couldn't be, she turned to Puck, who seemed to be doing the same thing.

"Wanna give them something to talk about?" Quinn mumbled, taking Puck's hand.

Once again he was surprised by her actions, but soon he was smiling. "I like the way you think, Fabray."

With a grin, Quinn pulled him over to the dance floor, their bodies slowly moving to the beat of the song. It was Faithfully, and Quinn caught a glimpse of Finn and Rachel smiling and mouthing the words. It would always be their song, and Quinn felt happy whenever she heard it. She looked into Puck's eyes, finding him now staring at her, not Finn and Rachel. At that one moment, Quinn's opinion of Noah Puckerman was forever changed.

And she had Finn and Rachel, Eva too, to thank.