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"Can you pass the salad?"

"Sure."

"Quinn can I-"

"Oh girl hand me another roll, those things are amazing!"

"Mom where's the butter?"

"Oh I've got it hun!"

"Quinn-"

"Oh my God this pasta is delicious!"

"Mrs. Quinn thanks for having me over!"

"Qui-"

"Dad can you pass the salt?"

Puck groaned in frustration as he gently slid the small shaker towards his daughter, Beth thanking him graciously as she salted the pasta on her plate. He then turned back and reached for the first bowl he could grab, finding only radish ends and a crouton left at the bottom. Annoyance gnawed at his hungry insides as he decided to pick away at what little was left on his plate, silently cursing everyone at the table as they ravenously ate his dinner.

Things had been this way for two weeks now, the presence of Kurt and Mercedes having impacted the Puckerman household differently for each of its members. Beth loved the new house guests and the chaos they brought, each night filled with loud chattering and exciting baby planning as they sat up till all hours of the night gossiping. Quinn too had enjoyed the company of her friends as they stayed, their old movie nights having been resurrected as they devoured tubs of ice cream and bags of chips, but the stress of making extra food and beds was beginning to take its toll on her. Puck on the other hand had been less than thrilled with the new arrangement, everything in his life having changed drastically to his displeasure. Not only was privacy nonexistent, he and Kurt having an awkward run in involving a steamy shower and soapy eyes, but the rituals he once had were now interrupted and replaced. His TV was always on that God forsaken Style network now and his beer had since been replaced with some sort of light beer chick shit, Kurt vetoing steak night for his vegetarian tofu while Mercedes claimed his comfy recliner as her place to read. And it wasn't just his internet and pool the two were hogging either, nude swims now all of a sudden frowned upon for some odd reason, but they were also hogging his wife, Puck having slept alone the past few nights as Quinn crashed with her "roomies."

Things between Quinn and her husband had only gotten worse since the arrival of their house guests, Quinn still avoiding her husband as she enthralled herself in helping Kurt and Mercedes. It didn't really matter anyways seeing as neither had the time or energy to discuss the seven week old unborn baby in her womb, their conversations mostly consisting of what dinner would be and who would clean it up. Quinn knew she was being awful and treating Puck poorly, but the way their last conversation went had completely terrified her for a second.

"So Merc how's the job hunt?" Quinn asked sweetly through a mouthful of what Puck thought were delicious look green beans, "Any luck?"

"I hope! I had a couple of interviews with a few store owners downtown who said they'd be interested in seeing the line, so I'm going back tomorrow to show them a few items and see if they'll carry it."

"Well good for you!" Quinn cheered.

"Yeah Merc, well done!" Puck toasted as he raised his empty glass, "One step closer to getting back on your feet and out on your own!"

"Hopefully," she smiled, "I know ya'll gotta be tired of me."

"Nonsense, you're welcome anytime," Beth smiled, everyone agreeing in unison except one very quiet Puck.

"So Kurt how about you?" Puck asked as he tried to feel out how much longer he'd be staying as well, "How was your day?"

"Oh you mean the one where I cried so much the ink on my article smeared, causing my editor to ask what was wrong as I sobbed in his arms?" Kurt asked sadly while flicking a piece of broccoli across his plate, Puck adjusting uncomfortably in his seat as he avoided everyone's eyes.

"So then I guess I shouldn't ask about Jacob?" Quinn clenched her jaw as she widened her eyes at Puck, glaring a hole through him angrily as Kurt sighed.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, that was all so undeserved," Kurt moaned while sinking back in his chair, "I just-I just had a rough day."

"You'll get through it dad don't worry," Balen cheered optimistically as he nudged his dad lovingly, "You've got me on your side." Kurt ruffled a tuft of his son's hair as everyone returned back to their meals, Puck taking in a breath of relief as he pushed his chair back.

"Dad you're already done?" Beth asked amused as she saw him head to the kitchen.

"Uh yeah, big lunch," he forced out awkwardly as he patted his gurgling stomach, offering her a cheesy grin before heading into the kitchen and raiding the pantry.

When Quinn entered to clean the dirty dishes she was met with the sight of her husband on the counter, half a Twinkie stuffed in his mouth as he ripped open a box of doughnuts.

"Wan' num?" he asked through his mouth full of pastry as he outstretched his hand, Quinn grimacing in disgust at the crumbles of cake that decorated his pants while he waited for her reply.

"No," she said slowly as she shook her head, turning towards the sink and beginning to wash the plates.

"Yuh loth," Puck mumbled as he refocused his attention on the sweet, inhaling one more quickly as he picked up another. Quinn could feel his eyes on her as he crunched and munched on the bag if chips by his side, praying he would give her just a few seconds to rest before launching into his interrogation.

"So are we gonna finish this or what?" So much for resting. Quinn dried her hands on the dish towel as she turned to face her husband, his eyes boring into hers intensely as the rest of his body relaxed against the cabinets.

"I can't do this right now Puck," Quinn moaned as she flung the towel down, running a dry hand across her sweaty forehead as she exhaled, "I just-I'm not in the mood."

"Well I'm sorry princess, how about I light a few candles and pop in ole Stevie Wonder, will that get your communication skills flowing?" Quinn squinted her eyes angrily as she scoffed, his attitude towards her and the situation now turning her off even more so than before.

"That was completely uncalled for."

"You know what's completely uncalled for? The way you've been treating me these past few weeks, like I'm the live in guest or something!"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Quinn asked as she played dumb, his anger justified but her pride too stubborn.

"Don't even, don't you dare patronize me," he snapped angrily as he slid off the counter, the ease of his motion and the use of patronize correctly both surprising and exciting Quinn all at once, "You know how you've been treating me Quinn, don't play stupid with me."

"Puck this is so not the time," Quinn bit out as she noted the raising of his voice, "You need to calm down-"

"I'm not gonna do shit until we straighten this out," Puck interrupted as he backed her against the sink, "Do you have any idea how you've been acting lately? How you've made me feel?" His tone was no longer angry and his brow was no longer furrowed, Puck's shoulders slumping a little as he threw his hands up.

"I mean is it that bad with me? Do you not trust me that much that having a baby is the worst thing ever?"

"What? Puck no-"

"Because that's how it makes me feel Quinn, that's how you act," Puck stated as he shook his head, "Like having another baby with me will shatter everything, like I'm so irresponsible and reckless that I can't handle two kids-"

"I never-"

"You don't have to say it Quinn, because you show it," Puck murmured softly, "I never meant to trap you with a second baby ok? I just-I thought that's what you wanted-"

"It was-"

"But if its gonna cause this," he said as he motioned between them, "This weird awkwardness where you won't talk to me and you avoid me all the time, then-then I don't know what to do Quinn, because this isn't us, this isn't love." Quinn felt like he had just punched her in the chest as he waited for a response, words and pleas hanging in the back of her mouth as she swallowed them all with the lump that had formed in her throat.

"I'm-I just," her fumbled gibberish croaked out painfully as she sputtered around, unable to say something more clever or compassionate to her waiting husband, "I-"

"Quinn is it ok if I go ahead with my shower?" Mercedes called as she popped into the kitchen, Quinn wishing her friend hadn't appeared as Puck shook his head exhausted.

"Yeah, yeah it's fine," she said hurriedly, turning her back to Mercedes as she followed Puck into the living room.

"Puck, I'm sorry-"

"Me too," he muttered as he shrugged, turning his back to her sadly and making his way to their bedroom.

"…and now I don't know what to do because I know I've hurt his feelings."

Jacob listened half heartedly as he continued filling out his clipboard, Quinn having rambled on about her marital problems for the past half an hour. Despite the initial awkwardness of Kurt living with her Quinn and Jacob had maintained a pretty normal relationship, Quinn letting him know she wasn't taking sides while Jacob would use her to check up on Kurt everyday.

"Uh huh, sounds rough," he mumbled as he re-read the writing, Quinn continuing on as she pushed the med cart.

"I mean I know what I should do and I will, but the talk that we're gonna have to have will be so intense and I just don't think he'll hear me out. I know he hears but I don't think he grasps-"

"Mm, tricky-"

"And I know he means well, by God he tries so hard for me and Beth, but everything just seems so impossible right now. I'm just a little overwhelmed by it all you know?"

"Impossible, under whelmed-"

"Over-"

"There's whelming-" Quinn kept on chatting as Jacob administered the medicine, each patient catching a different glimpse into her life as she wandered through the hospital.

"…I mean what would you do?"

"Not exactly an expert on relationships don't ya think?"" he asked bitterly, Quinn feeling a sudden twinge of guilt as saw his face fall.

"Jacob I-"

"I know, I know you didn't mean to," he said sadly as he shrugged, "Don't worry about it."

"Have you-have you two talked about any of it?" Quinn asked cautiously, Jacob shaking his head gently while sighing.

"Kind of hard when he won't come home huh?" Quinn felt a second pang of guilt as his voice trailed off, feeling partially responsible for helping aid Kurt's hiding, "Look, you want my honest opinion? Feel lucky Quinn, enjoy it. You have a husband who would stand by you through anything, and he's trying to now if you'd let him." Quinn suddenly felt ashamed as she listened to Jacob speak, knowing everything he said was absolutely spot on.

"Seriously, your biggest problem is you. You're so scared of the "what if's" and the "maybe's" that you're missing out on what is. Puck changed who he was for you, left a woman at the altar, quit his job and moved his life just for you, and you think he's suddenly gonna stop supporting you? Or let you go through this alone?" Quinn remained silent as Jacob continued on, wanting nothing more than to just go home and apologize for being so stupid.

"What you have here is a wonderful opportunity to expand you're family and create more love, so stop worrying about the small details and start appreciating the beautiful things you have, because one day they won't always be there." Quinn stared at the floor as Jacob finished his speech, both unsure of what to say as they thought everything over.

"Hey Jacob," Quinn piped up finally as she looked at him.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry about Kurt," she whispered gently as she touched his hand.

"You're husband can't wait to have a bigger family, mine won't even come home to the one he has." Quinn tried to defend Kurt as Jacob turned away, putting his hand up to silence her, "I know he's upset Quinn, and I know he's hurt, but I can't make those things go away by myself." He took his charts and made his way down the hall, Quinn thinking about his last words and how they had ironically fit with her and Puck.

"I don't get it, I just don't understand, why the hell didn't that bitch share the door?"

Kurt and Mercedes shrugged as Puck looked between them and the screen, his brow furrowed angrily as ice cream dripped from his spoon. The three of them had been watching "Titanic" for the past few hours now, Puck coming home to find his ESPN gone and replaced with the movie. He hadn't been interested at first, he didn't do "old timey" movies about fucking bitch ass boats, but after the first glimpse of that naked chick in the drawing he figured he'd give it a shot, having since become sucked into the film and its characters.

"I mean it's a big ass door, like help a brother out."

The afternoon hadn't nearly been as awkward as Puck had imagined it would, the three of them actually having enjoyed the others presence. Kurt spilled about Jacob and Mercedes confessed about Paul, Puck giving them what little advice he had as they in turn tried to explain Quinn's actions. Puck found that the three of them had more in common than he'd ever though and he understood them now a little more, the idea of having them on his side to pump for information on his wife kinda nice.

"I mean what the fuck? Dude almost falls off the railing to save you, goes on a high speed chase from punks, and took her v-card in the back of that car, I mean the least she could do it scoot her ass over."

"I know, I know," Kurt agreed as he nodded, "So much for not letting go Rose."

"And what is with dropping that necklace? Did you see that stone? Dumb ass," he grumbled as he slurped his ice cream, leaning back in the couch while Mercedes changed the DVD.

"What next? I've got Romeo and Juliet, The Notebook-"

"Fuck Nicholas Sparks," Puck groaned angrily as he spoke through a mouthful of spoon, "Bastard keeps setting the standards so fucking high its ridiculous."

"And what a cliché!" Kurt added as he nodded to Puck, "We get it, you like the South and troubled love."

"Oh look, they're from the wrong side of the tracks, oh look, he has to fight to prove his love," Puck mocked as he stirred his ice cream, "I mean give us a break."

"Relating to the movie huh?" Mercedes asked as she sat down, Kurt smiling as Puck murmured to himself.

"No,…maybe…dude totes stole my name. And he doesn't even wear it well!" Kurt laughed as Mercedes swatted at him, the opening of the front door disrupting them as Quinn entered.

"Hi," she said slowly at the odd sight in front oh her, completely confused as to how the three of them wound up together.

"Hey," Puck muttered as he avoided her eyes, suddenly very interested in the ice cream that was settling in his bowl.

"What uh-what are you guys up to?" she asked gently, waiting for Puck to answer but being met with Kurt's voice instead.

"Well Mr. Puckerman here joined us for a lovely afternoon of drama and tragedy. You know, seeing as we're all floating in sinking ships here." Kurt hadn't meant for the comment to sting Quinn but it had, suddenly feeling on the spot as Puck met her eyes, "Would you care to join?"

"Uh I was actually wondering if I could talk to you for a sec," Quinn said softly as she connected with him, "If-if you want?"

"I don't really know, I'm kinda like busy right now," Puck said in a mocking tone as his voice replicated a teenage girl, "Buuut maybe when I'm done with my new biffles I'll pencil you in." Quinn felt a sharp breath pain her chest, her husband rolling his eyes as he stared at the screen.

"Ok, I deserve that," Quinn whispered as she fought back tears, "But will you please, please just give me a second? Please?" Puck really hated when she did that, made her voice all shaky and her eyes all misty, like someone had just stolen her puppy or something. He was a sucker for it, every God damn time, and his stomach lurched uncomfortably as he felt like an ass for being mean.

"Yeah, yeah come on," Puck grumbled as he got up, stopping suddenly to point to the TV, "I pick Romeo and Juliet."

"Really?"

"Sex scene and gun fights."

"But of course." Puck and Quinn made their way down the hall and into their bedroom, he flinging himself on the bed as she stood by the door.

"Look Quinn-"

"I've missed you," Quinn whimpered as she cut him off, Puck's anger and built up annoyance all drifting away at the sight of her pout, "And I'm sorry for everything. You were right, about it all, and I'm sorry I didn't believe in you." Puck was a little caught of guard at the ease of which she had admitted her feelings, surprise and shock etched on his face as he fumbled for an answer.

"I well-Quinn-"

"I just got really scared ya know?" she almost cried as she sank into the spot beside him, "About what would happen to us with all this going on, and I just felt like it would be too much or that we wouldn't make it-"

"I know Quinn but you shouldn't have-"

"I know that, I know," she said as she nodded, "I just have this fear of things getting out of control and us not being able to handle them and then winding up like Kurt and Jacob-"

"Quinn that's not gonna happen because one, I'm not gay, and two, because I'm gonna be here, you just have to let me in."

"I know, I know and I'm sorry for the way I acted," she groaned as she buried her face in her hands, "I can't believe I was so terrible to you, I just dreaded facing you with this because I knew you'd be ecstatic and I felt like a bad mother and guilty because I wasn't." Puck wrapped his arm around his wife as he pulled her close, resting his lips on her forehead as she rambled.

"Quinn, calm down," he said lightly while rubbing her back, "You're not a bad mother first off, and second it's ok to feel that way, it's normal, it's expected."

"There's just so much happening-"

"Look I know it's a lot ok? I know you don't think I get it but I do, and I know it's gonna be hard work and it's gonna take more patience than either of us have, but I know we can do this. We did it at sixteen we can do it at thirty two."

"But with Beth and the baby-"

"I'm not gonna promise that it won't be crazy Quinn, or that having both babies in the house won't be confusing, but I can promise that I won't give up on any of you. We'll do what it takes to make things work and we'll adjust what we have to in order to get by, but I need to know that you want this Quinn. I need to know that you're in too." Quinn sighed as she rubbed her fingers along his nose, his determined face so cute as he waited.

"Of course I am," Quinn said finally as she smiled, "I mean I'm still nervous-"

"Oh fuck yeah dude, I have two crazy bitches to put up with now," he smiled, Quinn smacking him playfully as he laughed, "But if we just stick together than things will be fine, I know. We can do this Quinn, we've made it this far and we're gonna keep on going." Quinn smiled as he squeezed her hand reassuringly, pecking his cheek as she spoke.

"So we're having a baby," she said jokingly as his eyes grew wide, "How ya feel?"

"Pretty good, not gonna lie I'm aiming for a boy. Really need to even out the teams around here." Quinn laughed as she leaned over and pecked his lips this time, Puck immediately returning the action with his.

"I missed you too," he mumbled into her lips as he pulled her face closer, trying to get as much of her in his mouth and hands as possible.

"Mmph-Puck, Puck!" she breathed out awkwardly while laughing, her husband having shoved her down into the sheets as his fingers wandered over her body.

"Wha-what?" he asked between kisses through a muffled voice, his lips seeming to be permanently attached to the crook of her neck.

"We can't-God almighty yes-do this right now," she bit out as he massaged her hip.

"Come on baby, it's make up sex, you're favorite," Puck smiled into her skin, "I'll even let you on top."

"The doors unlocked, Kurt and Mercedes are right there-" the pressure against her thigh suddenly disappeared as Puck rolled over, pointing his finger at his wife in frustration as he sputtered.

"No-n-hell no," he growled as he got up quickly and made his way to the door, locking it swiftly while turning to face her, "Look I like them, I do, and I actually spent a rather pleasant afternoon with them-"

"Pleasant?" Quinn mocked.

"But baby I don't know how much more I can take. I'm ok with the Lifetime, Heidi Klum's rack is phenomenal, and I'll even let the veggie burger mishap go, but when I can't fulfill my needs? No, no, you have crossed the line." Quinn laughed as Puck joined her on the bed, grasping her hands firmly and looking her in the eye while using his calmest voice.

"You are my wife and mother of my children, I love you more than anything, but if you don't get them the fuck out of here I'm going to lose my shit."

"Puck-"

"Quinn half the stress you're under now is because this house is packed, always running around and doing this and that."

"I can't kick them out!"

"Well I can't silence myself. Im'ma man, I have needs, and these needs are accompanied by noises, loud ones at that."

"Yeah, I know," Quinn said sarcastically as she rolled her eyes, Puck a little wounded at her comment as she racked her brain, "I mean Kurt won't be hear forever…Jacob misses Kurt a lot."

"Well Kurt misses Jacob a lot."

"And they do need to work things out-"

"And I need to work you out-"

"So maybe there's something we could do there-"

"I'm all for it as long as I'm getting laid." Quinn continued thinking as Puck unbuttoned her shirt, her mind flashing back to Kurt and his Operation Puckabray.

"Maybe we can help them out somehow-they're attached Puck, stop tuning them like radio stations-set something up and get them to talk."

"Help, talk, yes," Puck agreed ignorantly while throwing off his shirt, Quinn's mind still running rampantly as she tried to plan something out.

"Maybe we can set them up or maybe we could use trickery-don't put that there!" Puck continued to try to have his way with his wife as she continued thinking of something, Puck groaning in frustration as she rambled.

"Can we do this later? It's been three weeks woman, three," he said pathetically as he held his fingers up, "I've forgotten what you look like.

"I'm sorry, I thought you wanted me to think of ways to get them "the fuck out of here."

"I do, but not right now," Puck grumbled, "Wait, I got one! Let them hear us have sex, come on babe!"

"Puck! Puck!" Quinn squealed as he tugged her down.

"Yeah, little louder, just like that-"

"Puck stop it, stop tickling me!"

"Oh yeah!" Puck screamed as he rose his voice, Quinn laughing hysterically at his grunts and groans.

"You're going to terrify them!"

"And then they'll leave!" He continued to shout and holler as he crawled on top of her, Quinn alternating between laughing and kissing as he rubbed his hands over her body.

"Shutup!"

"That's disgusting!" Quinn and Puck both leaned up as they heard the shouts from the living room, Kurt and Mercedes having chunked something at the wall in order to silence them.

"Oh hell no-"

"Don't worry Puck, I got it," Quinn informed her husband as she crawled towards the other end of the bed.

"What, what are we doing?"

"Moving down here so the headboard hit's the wall." Puck could only stare in awe at his wife as she kicked her panties towards him, biting her lip anxiously as she waited for him to join her.

"That's my girl," Puck grinned deviously, diving towards her and wrestling her into the sheets as they finally made up.