Ok, so I wrote this chapter and then re-wrote this chapter, eight different drafts coming and going before I finally figured out the best for the story. I appreciate all those wonderful reviews from the last chapter, and I'm anxious to hear from you all on this next, so read, review and let me know how you feel! Thanks again loves!

"I told you to get the white lights Puck, not colored!"

"No, you said to get the lights, you never specified a color."

"I'm pretty sure I said white, and anyways why would I say colored? You know I hate them."

"I'm pretty sure you didn't and I don't know, maybe because this dinner isn't for you, but Kurt and Jacob...who are gay by the way, and I think they'll appreciate the aesthetics of the colored ones."

"What the he-this is a romantic evening Puck, not a holiday celebration!"

"Well it should be because you could use a little cheer!"

"Screw you!"

"Mazal tov!"

Quinn grumbled to herself as she threw the string of lights in her hands onto the ground, stomping away from them angrily as she made her way towards the garage. She along with Puck, Mercedes, Beth, and Balen had all been scrambling around frantically for the past week, the group trying to plan the perfect reunion date for Kurt and Jacob. It had been Quinn's idea to re-create the couple's very first date, her and Mercedes both having a detailed account of the evening as Jacob had spilled to Quinn and Kurt had squealed to Mercedes. They had decided to put Operation Jakurt (or Kurcob if you asked Puck) in motion that weekend without ever informing the two estranged lovers, figuring their surprise evening would either hit or miss. Overall things had been going great so far with the plan, each person having been assigned a different task to do. Balen was to gather certain keepsakes from his dad's room to add to the night while Beth was to prepare the dinner, Mercedes currently playing her role as the decoy and keeping Kurt out of the house while Quinn and Puck decorated. While everyone else had been doing their jobs perfectly Quinn and Puck had gotten a little off topic, the two only having laid a table cloth down and one random candle.

"Colored lights I swear, how the hell do you land on colored lights," Quinn grumbled as she trekked through the dark area and began her search, kicking random boxes around on the concrete floor while lightly pulling them open, "Hey Puck where'd you put the box of lights?" Her husband yelled some sort of inaudible answer in the distance that Quinn couldn't make out, rolling her eyes and groaning as she shouted once more.

"What?" she yelled while kicking one box hard, something inside shattering and making her wince.

"I said," Puck answered as he entered the garage, "I put it on the-"

"Shelf, there it is!" Quinn said happily as she pointed and found a chair, climbing on top and beginning to pull the box down.

"The fuck are you doing?" Puck asked flabbergasted as he began tugging on his wife, Quinn swatting him away as he pulled on her arms.

"Stop, I have to-"

"Quinn get down, you don't need to be carrying heavy-"

"Oh I'm barely eight weeks along Puck, would you calm the hell down-"

"Would you shut the hell up and just get down-"

"Give me a second and-"

"Quinn I'm not playing-"

"Stop pulling on me-"

"Quinn-"

"Puck!" The chair beneath her feet gave way as Quinn's boot slid, her body suddenly thrown to the right and down into Puck's arms just in time. Her hands quickly found his neck as his arms hooked underneath her back and knees, the box she had been fighting now crashing next to them.

"Shit!"

"Goddamn it Quinn!" Puck yelled as he supported her frame, looking over at his wife agitatedly while his face flushed red, "What did I tell you? See what happens?"

"Well if you hadn't of been pulling on me-"

"Good fucking thing or else you would have smacked into the floor!" he snapped back annoyed, his grip tightening on her body as he glared her down, "Jesus will you just humor me and slow down?"

"I'm completely capable Puck, stop making me out to be cripple-"

"I know you're capable, Quinn" Puck interrupted as his voice changed, "But can you just be careful? Please?" Quinn took the moment to notice that his face hadn't been flushed with anger or rage, now noticing how wide his eyes were and shaky his hands felt against her body.

"I didn't mean to scare you," she said softly as she tightened her grip around his neck, Puck breathing a sigh of relief knowing she was ok, "But honey moving around won't hurt me or the baby ok?" Puck had been this way for the past few days now, monitoring Quinn and her movements like a child running with scissors. From doing dishes, with actual soap this time, to cooking and even some messy folding he'd really stepped up to help her and their ever expanding household, insisting his wife stop doing so much and relax. Quinn couldn't relax though it just wasn't in her nature, not when there were appointments to make, guests to tend to and patients to bandage. She was still in the process of adjusting and getting used to being pregnant again, uncertainty and anxiety continuing to plague her about the situation as she went day to day. Puck and Beth had been bending over backwards to help excite her and Quinn knew she would be soon enough, just needing to deal with everything else going on before having time to focus. She had promised herself and Puck a break that upcoming weekend, the two planning some much needed alone time after they helped Mercedes move into her new apartment and finished planning Kurt and Jacob's dinner.

"Yeah I know," Puck nodded as he readjusted her, "But please slow it down ok? You've been going, going, going this week and I just want you to chill out and let me help."

"Ok, ok," Quinn nodded as she rubbed his cheek, "I promise to ease up if you promise to put me down."

"See I don't know about that," Puck sighed as his mood changed and his grip tightened, a seductive smirk forming on his lips while his eyes darkened, "I've kinda got you alone, one on one-"

"We're in a garage, it's freezing out here-"

"I'll warm you up," Puck interjected cheesily as he wiggled his eyebrows, Quinn shaking her head at his offer and laughing as he rested her on an old table.

"Lame, that was so lame!"

"Lets face it babe, after all these years I don't really need the lines to get into your pants," he said knowingly as he cocked an eyebrow, his hands tugging on her sweater eagerly as they searched for warmth.

"No, but it'd be nice," Quinn shot back as she pushed her sweater down, "A girl likes a little romance now and then, and not the "look I bought you lingerie" kind."

"Ok A, I'm totally romantic-"

"You compared us to a Miley Cyrus song!"

"That was years ago! And all I meant was that our love couldn't be tamed, and if that's not romantic I don't know what the hell is," Puck argued back as Quinn scoffed, "And second you loved those panties…I mean they're shredded now, but you loved them while they lasted." Quinn was un-amused by her husbands defense as he waited for the green light, Quinn shaking her head and pushing him back as she slid off the table.

"No, because not only am I totally turned off, but you told me to "chill out," remember? Slow it down, relax," Puck groaned as he smacked his face in frustration, shaking his head slowly while moaning, "And I don't think riding you senseless in the garage is very calming dear."

"That's not supposed to be used against me!" he whined as he dropped his shoulders, Quinn triumphantly walking away and back towards the task she had yet to finish.

"I'm just doing what you said, isn't that what you wanted?" she asked in an innocent voice, the one she knew got her husband going instantly.

"Don't do that, don't tease me," he pouted, Quinn smirking in amusement as she began opening her box.

"It's what you-crap! All the bulbs are busted!" she complained as she picked up a string and flicked a hanging light, her annoyance growing at the sound of Puck's chuckles.

"That's what you get cock tease," he smiled widely, Quinn poking her tongue out while shoving the box towards him.

"Well now I have to go to the store and get more, which means we're going to be even more behind than we already are."

"Quinn can't we just have this inside?" Puck asked as he crossed his arms, "I mean it's December, it's freezing cold, and everyone's already sick enough-"

"We can't have it inside Puck, that's not how their date went," Quinn dismissed as she stood up, "Things have to go exactly like the first, and they had a romantic evening under the stars, with candle light and-"

"Unicorns and magic, yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it," Puck moaned as he brushed her off, "But all I'm saying is Kurt and Jacob might like to be able to eat without frostbite. Besides look where that first date led them, maybe changing it up could be a good thing." Quinn stared at her husband as he shrugged stupidly, cursing him under her breath while heading for the door.

"I'm gonna pretend like you didn't say that," she mumbled as she walked outside, Puck following behind as they headed towards her car, "Now while I'm gone I need you to finish up the back patio, but don't light any of the candles yet. Oh and make sure Beth starts dinner by six because they'll be here by seven and I want it fresh and hot. Also-"

"Quinn, I got it ok?"

"I know but just in case-"

"Quinn," Puck said slowly as he widened his eyes, "What'd I-"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm taking it easy," she said annoyed as she climbed in her car, "But I-" Puck slammed her car door shut as he cut her off, Quinn glaring angrily at him through the glass as he waved goodbye.

"I hate you!" she mouthed as she cranked the engine, Puck leaning down and fogging up her window before drawing a smiley face.

"Love you too sugar pie, kay byyyyeeee!" Puck watched until she was out of the drive before turning for the house, running inside hastily to return his body to warmth. He had barely closed the door behind him when a scream erupted from his kitchen, Puck turning around in confusion and panic to hear Beth hollering for help.

"Mom! Dad! Mom, Dad come quick!" Puck sped into his kitchen as fast as he could, stopping abruptly when he saw Beth in front of him. She was standing in the middle of the kitchen with her hands gripping her stomach, flour and eggs covering her and the floor as she squealed.

"Beth, what is-oh my God is it the baby? Is it ok? What's up, what's wr-"

"Dad, come here! Come here!" she continued to shout as she yelled for him to come over, Puck completely bewildered by his daughter as she continued to bounce around.

"Beth are you ok? Is something-"

"It moved dad, it moved! I felt the baby move!" she giggled excitedly, finally removing one of her hands to grab his, "I was just mixing the batter and all of a sudden I felt this-this weird-boom! And it scared me because it was so fast, but then it did it again and again!" Beth placed her father's hand over her belly button as she continued to shriek, Puck trying to listen and focus as she moved him around.

"It was just the most amazing-most incredible-here! Here's where I felt it!" Beth and Puck anxiously waited as they held onto her stomach, a sudden thud against Puck's hand making them both shout in excitement.

"Holy shit!"

"Did you feel it, did you feel it? Isn't is incredible?" The two continued to slide around in the beige batter as they searched Beth's stomach, every thump and bump causing them to yelp loudly.

"I guess I never imagined it'd feel like this," Beth said in awe as she rubbed her stomach, "I mean I had this idea but it was nothing compared to that."

"I know what you mean," Puck agreed as he moved his hand under her belly button, "I remember the first time I felt you."

"Was it this exciting?"

"No, your stubborn ass woke me up," he chuckled while Beth smacked his hand, the two now stepping out of the messy goo and towards the counter for towels, "I'm playing, I'm playing, but yeah first time I felt you was in the middle of the night."

"Were you looking for me?"

"Not at all. See your mama had been feeling you kick for days, the first time happening while in the shower. She came running out all naked and wet, not that I minded, screaming and shouting that you moved and were kicking." Beth smiled a little as she imagined the younger version of her parents, her mom going crazy as her dad had a panic attack.

"So I start feeling her belly and trying to find you, but you wouldn't move. I'd put my hand here and there, but no matter what you wouldn't move for me."

"I was playing hard to get."

"You get that from your mother," Puck groaned, "So anyways I'd given up, figured I'd have plenty of time to feel you kick later. Well one night I'm asleep, your mama all pressed up against me 'cause she's a total bed hog, when I feel this wack in my back." Beth laughed at the face her dad made as he motioned to his body, sticking his back out a little while grumbling.

"At first I think she's just beating up on me like she usually does in her sleep, but then I feel it again and again, back to back. Now I love your mom but there was no way she was moving that fast, so I roll over and sure enough I feel you kicking against my side."

"Did I wake mom up?"

"Nah she was used to you by then, but I had never ever felt something like that. I was still a kid when Sarah was born and the idea of something inside my mom freaked me out, so this was the first time I'd ever experienced it ya know? Something you make, something that's all yours, and it's there just fluttering around, waiting to come out and be this little person…it's intense."

"I hear ya," Beth smiled as she stared down at her own stomach, her hand rubbing over the soft material that covered it.

"I would have these late night conversations with you sometimes," Puck said softly as Beth turned to look up at him, "Sometimes we'd talk, sometimes we'd sing."

"Really? About what?"

"About us. About how awesome I was and how crazy your mama could get, that I'd always let you eat cookies if you'd always take my side."

"Sounds about right," Beth laughed, "Do you think Balen will be that excited?"

"Excited? I think the kid's gonna go nuts," Puck assured her, "Probably shit himself first, but excited will come next."

"Just with everything going on, sometimes I wonder if he or his dad's, you know, resent me or something."

"No one resents you Beth, and you have nothing to do with any of this," Puck corrected as he rubbed her cheek, "These problems are because of them, not you, and I don't need anyone else worrying about this around here."

"I know dad, I know," Beth nodded as her dad squeezed her hand, pecking her forehead quickly before turning back to the floor.

"Now about this mess-"

"Well since you don't want me worrying about anything…" Beth trailed off as she handed her dad the towel, "I figure I could take a small break before I finish the rest of dinner, you know, seeing as I've had a hard day and all." Puck stared through his daughter as she smiled sweetly, her dad finally nodding for her to go as she kissed him.

"Thank you daddy!"

"I'm so expecting that baby to be named Noah Puckerman!"

"But what if it's a girl?'

"…Noelle Puckerman!"

"Would you move your ass from my leg, my thigh's going numb from how boney that thing is!"

"Well would you release your hand from my back, your nails are digging into my skin and it hurts!"

Puck and Quinn were sitting uncomfortably on top of each other as they peered out of the kitchen window, both trying to see how Kurt and Jacob's date was going without being seen. Despite the set backs and minor mishaps things had finally come together for the evening, every broken bulb and dropped dinner roll worth the looks on Kurt and Jacob's faces when they saw each other. So far things had seemed to be going pretty good, the two men having talked nonstop since they'd arrived. Things had been, or looked at least, pretty awkward in the beginning, but now the couple laughed and smiled as they shared a bottle of wine.

"What's he saying, can you tell?"

"Would you hold on, I'm trying to read his lips!" Puck shushed, Quinn rolling her eyes as they both squinted through the blinds, "Ok, he either said, "I've missed you, Kurt," or, "I pissed, it hurt's." Quinn shifted her eyes towards Puck before rolling them over again, ignoring his incessant rants as she focused on their faces.

"Kurt looks kinda solemn-"

"I've been thinking about us-"

"But maybe he's just listening-"

"I've been sinking without a bus-"

"Wait! He's tearing up!"

"I can't do this anymore-"

"But maybe those are tears of joy?"

"I can move us you whore-"

"Shut up!" Quinn barked as she smacked Puck with the back of her hand, him wincing in pain and rubbing his scalp while she leaned closer into the window and strained her hearing.

"That was so uncalled for," he whimpered while flicking her ear, Quinn watching intently as Jacob leaned across the table.

"Wait, he's going in-'

"For the kill?"

"For a kiss! Look, look!" Puck pushed a mass of blonde hair out of his way as he peeked around his wife's head, looking through the blinds to see Jacob and Kurt embracing over candlelight.

"Aw, well isn't that…gay," he smiled awkwardly, Quinn turning towards him as he shrugged carelessly, "What do you want from me?" Quinn shook her head as she turned back, the two men now laughing as Jacob wiped a tear from Kurt's cheek.

"Do you think everything's ok now?" Puck asked innocently as he watched them link hands, Quinn nodding as she smiled.

"I think so, I mean it looks like it. There's hand holding and whatnot," Quinn grinned as she closed the blinds back, Puck now facing her as he sighed, "You're pretty amazing, you know that?"

"I have my moments," Quinn shrugged, Puck tightening his arms around her as he nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck.

"Seriously, you did a pretty great thing tonight," he whispered against her skin, "Always putting others before yourself, always making sure everyone else is ok…not gonna lie, it's kind of a turn on."

"What isn't a turn on?" Quinn asked as his scruff tickled her shoulder, Puck ignoring her jab as he tugged on her jeans.

"All I'm saying is that you and I deserve a break babe, we've been dealing with a lot and now that it's done I think we should celebrate. Plus, I know your baby hormones make you crazy about me."

"A different kind of crazy."

"And if that isn't enough, it's been a long fucking time ok? And I was a good boy during all of it."

"You were a good boy huh?" Quinn asked in a softer voice a she trailed her nails up his back, "You think you deserve some sort of prize?"

"God yes," Puck bit out as he sunk his lips into her jaw line, his hands gripper her harder as she giggled in his ear.

"Well I guess I could reward you this once," Quinn sung out as she moved her fingertips up to his neck, "But first, you-"

"Yeah-"

"Have to let-"

"Uh huh-"

"Me

"Oh-"

"Pee." Puck bit back a groan as he leaned away, Quinn biting her lip sweetly as she patted his chest, "I'm sorry, but you know how bad my bladder is! And having this little nugget in there isn't helping!"

"Let's just do it quick and I'll let you go, promise," Puck said as he pulled her back onto his lap, Quinn squealing loudly as he fumbled with her zipper.

"Puck no! Puck that's gross!"

"If I don't mind then neither should you!" He continued to grope and tickle Quinn's legs as she fought to move, one hand failing to fight him off as the other held her tightened stomach.

"Puck I have to go so bad, please let me up!" she screamed between coughs of laughter, feeling her urge grow almost painful as she tried to talk, "Seriously this is gonna be so disgusting! Beth! Come help me!"

"Beth's out on a date with Balen babe, you're totally trapped with me." Quinn had almost freed one of her legs when Puck suddenly jerked her upwards, half of her hanging off his shoulder as the other half dangled lifeless.

"Ow, ow my chest!" she squealed suddenly as she reached up to her shirt, "That really does hurt Puck!"

"Sorry babe!" Puck called sincerely as he gently moved her around, helping her situate her body against his shoulder but still not letting her down. They continued this way through the living room and down the hall, Quinn about to bust as he laid her on the bed.

"You have one minute," Puck informed her as he stared at his watch, "And if you run over a minute so help me God I'm coming in anyways and starting with or without your consent." Quinn slung one foot towards his abdomen as she pushed herself up, fleeing for the bathroom and closing the door.

"Fifty-five seconds!"

Quinn quickly fumbled with her belt and jeans as she frantically pulled them down, her stomach still aching as she tried to finally get relief.

"Fifty!" Puck called as he continued with their countdown, randomly yelling out the numbers while walking to the window, "Forty-five! Hey I think Kurt and Jacob are heading home." He watched as the duo walked hand and hand from their table, talking closely together as they shared wide grins.

"Forty! I'll be right back ok? I'm gonna see what happened between the two." Puck made his way out of their bedroom and quietly stepped down the hall, hearing the door in the kitchen open and the whispering of voices fill the air.

"So I'll see you Tuesday then? Three thirty?"

"Sounds great." Puck listened intently as he heard one set of footsteps grow louder, backing quickly into the darkened corner of the hall before watching Jacob leave. He was a bit confused as to what was going on, stepping out of his hiding spot and into the living room.

"Kurt?"

"Puck, hi," the other man smiled as he waved his coat at him softly, "I didn't mean to wake you."

"Nah you're good, you're good," Puck dismissed as he shook his head, "But how'd uh-how'd everything go with Jacob?"

"Oh it was perfect, absolutely perfect!" Kurt gushed as he flung himself on the couch, his face practically glowing as he retold his evening, "The dinner, the setting, everything was just marvelous! I can't even begin to thank you and Quinn or the kids!"

"Well it's nothing really, but uh-well-why did you two…"

"Oh right, well, we-we decided we didn't want to rush things you know? Just go back to the way things were so quickly and end up having the same problems and all, so we decided to start some couples therapy and work through things before we jump back in."

"Oh…well good for you," Puck forced out optimistically, "I'm glad you got it all figured out."

"Oh Puck you don't have to pretend," Kurt chuckled as he stood, "I know you were hoping I'd fix things and be gone tonight."

"No, no! Not at all-"

"Oh come on, it's ok, I understand completely," Kurt nodded as he patted Puck's shoulder, "Which is why I'm going to stay with Mercedes while she moves into her new apartment. Help her get settled and adjusted while we both work through our different situations and things."

"Oh, yeah, well that's great too!" Puck agreed as he felt happier once more, "I'm really happy for you. And Merc." Kurt cast him an awkward look before grabbing his coat up, flicking the lights off before walking past Puck.

"Well you have a good night now, go back to doing whatever it was you were." Puck nodded eagerly before rushing back to his room, bubbling over to inform Quinn on how normal things were going to become. He entered their room to hear her calling for him, Puck shouting back happily as he headed for the bathroom.

"Baby! Guess what?"

"Puck-"

"You'll never believe it!" he continued on, rattling away as he flung the door open, "Quinn-"

A fragile sob met his ears as he turned inside the bathroom, his wife's frail frame collapsed against the wall as she held herself tightly. Puck was confused by the tremble in her voice as he searched for some sort of answer, his eyes finally finding it as they settled on the crimson stains covering her hands.

"S-something's wrong P-Puck, s-something's wrong."