Thanks for the reviews, glad to know you all are still enjoying! Since you all found out the sex of the baby in the last chapter I thought I would see if you guys have any suggestions for names! I've had a few cute ones and a few very, very interesting ones, but I'd love to hear any and all! So send me a message on tumblr or leave them here and let me know what you have in mind! Again thank you and keep reading and reviewing!

"Stop it Finn!"

"Dude, I'm just saying you put the-"

"I know where I put it, and I know that it's right!"

"Uh, Mr. Puckerman-"

"Can it Balen, you're the last person I need help from!"

"Puck-"

"Mr. Puck-"

"Shut the fuck up! Both of yo-"

Oil and grime projected and sputtered violently from the tube in Puck's hand suddenly as he grimaced and stepped back, his feet tripping over a discarded wrench and sending him into the engine of another car.

"GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!" he bellowed loudly as his scream echoed throughout the shop, other workers and customers pausing as they took him in.

"The fuck you looking at?" he asked angrily while pushing himself up, the people quickly scurrying and turning away as he shot them all death glares.

"Puck, you alright man?" Finn asked as he brushed a little dirt off his friends shoulder, Puck shoving him away as he wiped grease from his forehead.

"I'm fine, fuck off," he grumbled lowly as he marched towards the men's restroom, people's eyes boring into the ground and avoiding his presence as he passed them by.

"The hell?" Burt asked as he walked over, Finn and Balen shrugging in unison as they looked puzzled.

"I don't actually work here anyways, so…"

"Go in there and get him," Burt demanded as he pushed both men towards the restroom, "And tell him to chill the fuck out before he returns." The two agreed reluctantly and slowly walked towards the bathroom door, Finn nodding for Balen's cue as he cautiously pushed it open.

"Puck," Finn called out as he inched inside, "Hey buddy, how you doing?"

"Fuck you," his friends voice echoed as Finn looked towards the sink, Puck rubbing his face angrily with a paper towel while muttering to himself.

"Ok big guy, take it easy," Finn said gently as he stepped closer to Puck, his hand reaching up tenderly for the napkin as Puck scrubbed his face red, "Why don't you just hand me that-"

"I can fuckin'-shit that hurt!" Puck growled as the rough texture scraped his eye, water now trailing from his tear ducts as he rubbed a finger over it.

"Come on, there ya go pal, hand it over," Finn continued to coo as he tried to help his friend out, "Now let Finn look at your eye, easy now." Puck leaned back as Finn pushed his lid open, his eye irritated and red as it continued to water.

"That hurt didn't it? It's ok Puck," Finn said affectionately as he patted Puck's shoulder, Balen having watched in horror as he leaned against the door.

"Your gay is showing and I can see your vaginas from here," he snapped lightly as he chuckled, Puck bucking suddenly as Finn held him back.

"Hey, hey come on now! Stop it!" Finn yelled as he pushed Puck back and pointed for Balen to leave, "Everyone just calm down!"

"I was just joking-"

"Fucking punk, I will joke your ass all the way-" Finn turned sharply towards Puck and shook his head, Puck sighing in defeat as he rolled his eyes, "Whatever." All three took a moment to calm down before anyone spoke, Finn managing to find his voice again as he directed his first question to Puck.

"Dude, the fuck is wrong with you?" he asked as politely as he could, Puck avoiding his eyes and shuffling his hands as he wiped them on his jeans.

"Nothing," he answered agitatedly as he looked up, Finn's shoulders falling and his eyes narrowing as he waited for the right answer, "What? Nothing's wrong, I'm fine."

"You lie worse than a chick," Balen piped up, Puck growing angry again as he lunged once more across the bathroom floor.

"Hey, hey enough!" Finn yelled for the second time, pushing both of them hard as he scolded them both, "You, shut the fuck up, and you, open the fuck up." Puck growled a little as he kept his eyes on Balen, growing irritated and slamming his fist onto the counter.

"Look, I'm just-I'm just a little frustrated ok?" he snapped quickly as he turned his gaze away, Finn and Balen sharing a concerned glance before looking back.

"With what? Beth? Quinn?"

"No, they're perfect," he said at first, "I mean-it's not Quinn, don't get me wrong, I'm just a little uh, a little…backed up." Finn grimaced as Balen tried to decipher his meaning, both of them now sharing a confused look before speaking again.

"Backed up? Like you-you can't poo?"

"No, what? God you're an idiot!" Puck yelled as he turned around, cursing his friend as he tried to figure out how to explain, "I mean I'm backed up, I'm frustrated, like-sexually." Both boys finally awed in understanding as they nodded, Balen slightly grossed out but not about to mouth his opinion as Puck shifted uncomfortably.

"And I mean I get it, I understand and shit, it's really, really tough what she's going through," he explained as they listened, Puck feeling oddly vulnerable having opened up to them, "And I would never pressure her but…the pressure I'm feeling, the different kind…sometimes I think I'm gonna combust." Finn listened intently as he understood from his own experiences with Rachel, Balen however completely lost now as to why they weren't screwing.

"Ya know it's just tough, and I think everyone has their dry spells," Finn reassured him, "But the good news for you is that it isn't like she's withholding cause she wants too ya know? It's not her just being some teasing little woman playing games with your dick because you forgot to take the trash out."

"Berry?"

"Every time," Finn answered, Puck realizing he had a point as he turned to Balen.

"What are you staring at asshat?"

"Nothing, I've just never had a "dry spell," he said flatly as he looked between Finn and Puck, "I don't even know what that is."

"We should probably stop talking about this now," Finn said quickly as he noticed Puck tense, "The last thing we need is the sexual escapades of you and Beth to send him over the edge."

"Escapades? Why do they have to be having escapades?" Puck asked hurt as he shook his head, "Why would you say something like that-"

"I'm sorry, let's just go talk this out elsewhere-"

"What's a dry spell anyways?" Balen asked as he looked at them blankly, "Like, what's it mean?"

"It means when you don't get laid for a really long time," Finn answered, Puck looking wounded again as he gritted his teeth.

"Oh, well then I guess I do know what that is," Balen said to himself as he furrowed his brow, Puck feeling a new sense of relief as Finn snorted.

"Ha, my daughter finally wised up?"

"No, she's just waiting for marriage," Balen explained, Puck and Finn both staring wide eyes as they listened.

"What?" they asked in unison, Puck speaking up as he tried to understand the young boy, "I mean don't get me wrong, freakin' music to my ears, but…why?"

"Because she feels like she let you guys and herself down, and she's learned from this experience that, while she does love me, she thinks we should wait until marriage to express that love the right, committed way," Balen told them monotonously as he repeated it word for word as Beth had said it, Puck knowing he had probably heard that speech many a time as he recognized his daughter's vocabulary.

"Well that just made my day a bit better," Puck smiled, Finn patting his back as they prepared to leave.

"Figured," Balen muttered as they headed for the door, "But it kinda blows. Whole pack of condoms in my dash just waiting to be opened…" Puck resisted the urge to smash Balen's head into the concrete floor and settled for a smack, the three of them heading back to Puck's station as Finn chatted.

"But really Puck, maybe you should just talk to her," Finn tried to help as he thought of a solution, "I mean it has been two months now, maybe she's ready and doesn't know how to tell you."

"Oh believe me, I've been trying," Puck grunted as he disappeared under the hood, "But I can't force that on her or complain about my needs. She's been handling a lot of problems, and my dick shouldn't be one of those."

"Although you'd like it too be."

"God would I," Puck moaned as he imagined the moment, quickly hiding behind the hood as he shook his thoughts, "I mean I just wish I could control it, or tell it to calm the hell down."

"Why don't you just take care of it?"

"I do!" Puck answered as his octave rose, "That's all I've been doing! Morning, lunch, dinner, snacks, my God when I finally get the chance to use it the damn thing probably won't work!" Finn stifled his laugh as Puck continued on, banging and clanging underneath the car as he vented.

"And everything sets it off, everything! The way she walks, the way she talks, when she smiles, when she breaths…I almost exploded watching her mix the pancake batter this morning! And God forbid she leaves her bra on the doorknob." Finn wanted to laugh but he didn't, his friends needs concerning him as Puck gritted his teeth in frustration.

"Look, here's what you do," Finn said as he walked closer to Puck, "You plan something nice, something real fuckin' romantic. I'm talking flowers, candy, the whole nine yards and shit."

"You mean for Valentine's day?" Puck asked innocently as he plundered through his toolbox.

"Valentine's day?" Finn asked puzzled, Puck looking up and nodding slowly.

"Uh yeah dude, it's this weekend." Finn felt a sharp pain of fear and uneasiness as he began scrambling around the car, grabbing his wallet and keys before running backwards to the door.

"Yeah, exactly, Valentines! Do something special!" Puck laughed as he turned back to the car, his mind running wild as he planned out what he'd do.

"Sup baby mama."

Beth looked up from her book as her dad knocked on her door, pushing it open without waiting for a response as he walked on it.

"It doesn't count if you just come in my room," Beth corrected while he flung himself down on her bed, flicking her belly button playfully as he grabbed her book.

"I paid for this house, so technically this is my room," Puck shot back as he thumbed through the pages, reading random fragments in a fake British accent as Beth giggled at his obnoxiousness.

"So what do you want?" she asked as she took the book and whacked him with it.

"Well, I wanted to know what you and Balen were doing for Valentine's day," he said sweetly as he began rubbing her stomach, feeling a thud against his hand and tapping back to communicate, "Any hot plans?"

"Well let's see," Beth began as she tapped her chin, "I'm six and a half months pregnant, my stomach is a mini table that knocks things off of other tables, I have these super gross veins that cover my body, my skin is about tear into two, and don't even get me started on my digestion problems." She looked over at her father who was staring absentmindedly, his hand withdrawing from her stomach quickly as he hid it under himself.

"So…so you'll be going out then?" Beth let out a whimper as Puck pushed himself up, trying to shush her complaints while explaining his reasoning, "Beth please! Look I really wanna do something nice for your mama, something romantic and special, and knocked up teenage daughters don't exactly fall under that category."

"Well aren't you gonna take mom out?"

"Yes, but then I'm gonna bring her back here and-"

"Oh my God, stop, enough," Beth interrupted as she grimaced, "My gag reflex, I can't-we'll go out, we'll go out." Puck smiled as he sat up and pecked her forehead, grabbing her book back and handing it to her.

"Thanks love."

"But dad wait, where am I supposed to sleep?" Beth asked as he stopped in his tracks, turning slowly as he racked his brain, "Uh…Mercedes? With Kurt moving back in with Jacob she's got that extra room and-"

"Fine, fine, fine," Beth nodded as she agreed, Puck fist pumping as he left her room, "But you so totally owe me!"

"Honey it's fine, really, I had a lovely time at dinner."

Puck gripped the steering wheel tightly as he swerved through the traffic angrily, trying his best to get home as quickly as possible before anything else ruined his romantic evening. Things had started off nicely at dinner, Puck taking Quinn to the small little French restaurant he knew she'd been dying to go to, but once inside and seated things unraveled. Not only did they have to wait forever on the dinner, but when it was served Puck had the wrong meal and Quinn's had been burnt, things coming to a screeching halt when the waiter spilled red wine all over Quinn's dress.

"No, that was horrible," he griped through clenched teeth as he looked over at her maroon soaked pink dress, "I can't believe that guy, I swear."

"Puck its fine, honest," Quinn tried to reassure him as she patted his knee, "I mean we did get the dinner free, there's a plus."

"And they delivered the wrong flowers-"

"The lilies are beautiful!"

"But they aren't daisies!"

"They're still just as lovely hun. Really, you didn't even have to get me flowers and you did, that alone is more than enough." Puck sighed as he tried to loosen up a bit, not wanting his attitude and anger to get the best of him.

"You're right babe, you're right," he said softly as he reached over and grabbed her hand, kissing it softly while squeezing it a bit, "We still have the rest of our night."

"Oh? What else is on our agenda?" Quinn asked excitedly as Puck shook his head, finally turning onto their road and speeding up.

"I can't tell you, it's a surprise," he sang softly as he winked, "And I hope-are you serious? You can't be serious?" Puck pulled into his drive swiftly as he stared in disbelief, both Balen and Beth's car parked there side by side.

"I guess the kids stayed in," Quinn observed casually as she looked over, Puck already out the truck and opening her door as he rushed her inside, "Puck, what's wrong?"

"What? Nothing, nothing," he sputtered as he forced out a laugh, "I'm fine, everything's fine, I just really, really thought they were going out."

"Well it's ok, they can stay with us," Quinn offered optimistically, Puck fighting back the urge to cry as he opened the front door.

"Yeah, or, something else." He practically ran down the hall as he entered the living, Balen sitting on the couch watching TV as Beth laid curled up in his lap.

"Hey guys, whatcha doing here?" he bit out as politely as he could, now seeing that Beth was asleep as she rested on Balen's legs.

"Beth got really sick from dinner tonight, something about mayonnaise," he answered flatly as he kept his eyes on the screen, "So we had to come back early from our date."

"Is she ok?" Puck asked lowly as Quinn followed behind, Balen finally looking up and catching his drift.

"Yeah, oh yeah," he said loudly as he smiled at Quinn, "Beth's fine, just really tired." Quinn looked between both of them as Balen winked at Puck, the older man leaning forward as he whispered.

"You sure you got this?"

"Yeah, swear," he answered lowly as he nodded to Quinn, "Promise, go do your thing." Puck would've been horrified by the situation if he wasn't so goddamn relieved, turning around to Quinn and motioning for her to head upstairs.

"After you," he said as he held his hand out, Quinn beginning to walk but stopping.

"Balen you sure-"

"Yeah, she's fine! Just, ya know, pregnancy stuff." Quinn seemed satisfied with the answer as she waved and headed down the hall, Puck stepping back and yanking Balen by his collar as he growled.

"We never mention this to anyone got it?" Balen nodded fiercely as Puck let him go, running his hand over Beth's cheek before leaving. He quickly darted down the hall and managed to reach Quinn before she opened the door, lifting her off of her feet and into his arms with one swoop.

"Puck!"

"Just like our wedding night," he smiled, Quinn laughing as he reached down for the doorknob. He pushed the door open and Quinn gasped in awe as she looked around, Puck having decorated the room with candles and flowers.

"I know it's a little cliché," he tried to explain as he walked her to the bed, "But I just thought-"

"It's wonderful," Quinn smiled as he sat her down, running her fingers over the comforter and picking up a few petals, "Really, everything is perfect." He paused a moment as he pondered what to do, Quinn noting his hesitance and tugging on his hand.

"Come here," she said softly while pulling him towards her, scooting back on the bed smoothly as she smiled. Puck followed her instructions as he made his way over, climbing onto the bed and crawling towards her as he hovered above. He wanted to say something comforting to her about not rushing the moment too soon and taking their time, but the minute her hands traveled up from his waist to his chest the words on his tongue become lost between his lips and her neck.

Puck felt like a virgin again as he scrambled his hands all over her body roughly, his actions jerky and erratic as he tried to handle her gently. He wanted to rip at her clothing and bite on her smooth flesh as he gripped and tugged on her delicate frame, his urges primal and passionate as they overpowered him.

"Puck," Quinn whispered breathlessly as he sucked on her earlobe, one hand tangled into a mess of blonde locks as the other wandered up her thigh, "Puck, hey-"

"Sorry," he croaked out hoarsely as he gasped for air, his hands sliding to each side of her body as they held up his weight, "I'm trying."

"It's ok," she inhaled sharply as she caught her own breath, her lips dark pink and swollen as they broke into a smile, "Just slower, ok?" Puck nodded in understanding as he gently eased himself against her, taking a moment to steady his heartbeat and relax his body as he lowered his mouth back to hers.

He resumed his task of capturing her tongue with his own while his body shook sporadically as he fought off his impulses, Puck making sure his kisses were softer and hands were lighter. But just as quick as he was to tame himself Puck eventually returned to his rougher ways, not realizing the grip his fingers had on her hips until she bucked and pushed him away.

"Sor-"

"Slow baby, slow," she whispered into his mouth as she pushed him off, Puck's apology cut short as she now took the reigns, "Like this." She pushed her dress up a bit as she slid her left leg over his waist, her body now straddling his own as she sat on his lap. She ran her hands over his chest and shoulders as she leaned down towards his face, Quinn's eyes boring into his as Puck's pressure bore into her.

She parted his lips a bit as she lightly pressed hers against his, her tongue darting out occasionally and running along the puckered red skin. She could feel Puck's lips throbbing as she pushed hers deeper into his, her own tongue sliding against his as he tried to complete their kiss. Quinn smiled a little as she pulled farther and farther away much to his protest, her husband's mouth falling into a pout as he looked her over.

"You're a tease," he murmured lowly as Quinn buried her face into the crook of his next, laughing against his warm skin softly as she licked a freckle.

"You've no idea." While her mouth sucked the tan flesh that covered his Adam's apple her hands began wandering down his abdomen, the buttons on his shirt popping open one by one as her fingers pulled them free. Her nails began digging into the skin under the thin material as she ran them over and over his toned stomach, goosebumps forming and his hair sticking up as she reddened the area. A growl formed in the back of his throat as he closed his eyes, Puck using every fiber of his being to hold himself back from mauling her as she giggled at his frustration. She continued to torment him as she delicately dragged the pads of her fingers over his pecs and down his treasure trail, Puck's reflex kicking in as his hands pushed her own down to his zipper.

"Nah uh," Quinn cooed as she shook her head when he looked up, making sure to grab him through his slacks teasingly before grinding herself against the hardened area.

"You're killing me," Puck moaned painfully as he tried to pull her in, Quinn still managing to resist him somehow as she rocked against him harder, "Baby please." The squeak in his voice as he begged let Quinn know she had completely won the upper hand, finally deciding to give in as she lifted herself off of him slowly and back down to the end of the bed.

"Where you-Oh my God." Her hands returned to his aching groin as she gripped and rubbed him through his pants, one hand having made his eyes roll into the back of his head as the other pulled his zipper down sluggishly. Quinn let her fingertips slip through the opening of his boxers as they immediately met with his erection, Puck grunting and squirming as he pushed himself into her hand. She slowly began to pump him with one hand as her other undid his belt buckle and button, Quinn giving herself more room to please him as she pulled all of him out of his boxers.

"Don't stop baby, don't stop…" he trailed of tiredly as he arched into her hand, Quinn speeding up her motions as he hissed in pleasure. She could tell he was almost there as his grunts got longer and his movements more irregular, Quinn grinning to herself as she slowed down for a moment. She heard him groan a little as he began to ask her what she doing, his groan growing louder and higher as he felt her flick the head of his cock with the tip of her tongue. She swirled it lightly around in circles before alternating with quick and slow taps, his veins surging and pulsating against her tongue as she licked. His response was immediate as she felt him grow harder while biting back a yell, Quinn repeating the action over and over until he whimpered for more.

"Come on Quinn, come on," he slurred happily as his words ran together, looking down quickly and almost losing it when he saw her staring back. She winked to him innocently before raising her head again and opening her lips, her pretty pink tongue darting out once more as it slid and looped down his shaft. She moved it left and right tauntingly before shifting it up and down, sucking random spots here and there as she attended to every inch.

"Shit, Jesus fucking…" She pulled her mouth back slowly as she ran her nails up and down his length, Quinn moving onto her hands and knees as she hovered over him. She made sure to make eye contact again as she shoved a few stray bangs our of her way, pushing her head down little by little as her lips opened wide and took him in her mouth.

"Fuck," he groaned as his breath hitched painfully in his throat, all focus and control lost as his hips thrusted into her mouth again and again while his hands lost themselves in her hair and pushed her down. Quinn moaned loudly as she pulled her lips up a little, the sensation of her noises vibrating against Puck's cock and sending a shiver down his spine. He pushed himself again into her mouth as she moved back down, another moan escaping from them both as he repeated the action. Her motions grew faster and faster as she sucked a little harder and went down a little further each time, Puck hitting the back of her throat suddenly and just knowing he'd gone blind from ecstasy.

"Puck," her sweet voice cracked suddenly as she pulled away, Puck looking down and almost exploding as he took in her glistening lips, "Condom?"

"What?" he asked in confusion as he tried to bring himself back to reality, "What babe?" She giggled a little as she crawled towards him, the sound of her laughter and the sudden feel of her moist panties grinding into him again sending him straight to the edge.

"Condom, do you have a condom?" she repeated as she shuddered against him, a small whimper escaping as she bundled a handful of his shirt to brace herself, "We really need it babe." And just like that the wind was kicked out of Puck instantly as his chest tightened painfully, the look of concern on Quinn's face of why they need one understood by him as he mentally beat himself. Of all the things he'd planned and prepared, the arrangements he made and things he bought, the one fucking thing they needed most he'd completely forgotten.

"Uh," Puck stuttered as he tried to think of an answer, Quinn slowing her movements as a look of panic and fear spread across her face.

"Puck-"

"Yeah babe, yeah," he lied hastily as he gently rolled her over, scrambling from the bed quickly and yanking his pants closed, "I just forgot them…downstairs." Quinn whined a little as he fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, racking his mind frantically for how to get a condom as he rambled to her.

"So you just stay right here, like that," he pointed between her legs as he ran for the door, "And I'll be right back." He began to close the door when he heard Quinn call, Puck stepping back to be met with her panties against his chest.

"You have five minutes to get back here before I start without you." Puck felt himself harden again as she waved and blew him a kiss, forcing himself to close the door as he began pounding his head. The fuck would he do now? He didn't have any condoms, he and Quinn not having needed them since they were teenagers. He tried to think of some sort of alternative or if he had time to run to the store, a sudden idea flashing into his mind as he almost tripped down the stairs.

The kitchen was dark as he crept into it quietly, the only light Puck could see coming from the glow of the TV in the living room. He silently stepped as he walked towards the flashing colors, turning his head once inside to find Balen and Beth still on the couch. He breathed a sigh of relief for the first time ever at finding the young boy in his home, walking over rapidly and smacking him hard.

"Balen!" he growled lowly, "Balen wake up!" The young boy murmured something in his sleep as he turned his head the other way, Puck cursing to himself as he continued to smack the teen.

"Balen."

"Mmph."

"Balen!"

"Er."

"BALEN!"

"What?"

The young boy looked up and around suddenly as he jumped in his seat, Puck placing one hand over his mouth as his other held down Balen's shoulder.

"Shut up, shut the fuck up and listen," he bit out through clenched teeth as he held one finger to his lips, "I need a favor." Balen mumbled something against Puck's hand as he nodded for Puck to go on, the older man shifting awkwardly as he tried to find the words.

"I-you-ok, look, me and Quinn are kind of in the middle of something, something we haven't done in a really long fucking time, and I kind of forgot something." Balen stared in confusion as his brow furrowed, Puck leaning his head back in annoyance before trying to explain.

"I forgot something, something important…something you said you have in your glove compartment?" Balen began listing the objects he kept in his cluttered truck as Puck's patience ran out, his hand smacking into Balen's head again as he yelled angrily.

"Condoms! I need a fucking condom ok?" The sudden stir of Beth sent Puck back against the wall as he waited for her to settle back down, Balen's mouth now free as he turned to Puck

"Oh…well why didn't you say so?" Balen asked as he finally pieced the puzzle together, flashing Puck a look of annoyance and disturbance as he shuffled for his keys, "Could've made things a lot easier." Puck motioned his fingers for Balen to hurry up as he reached out for the keys, Balen jerking them back as he smiled and looked up mischievously.

"Balen, I don't have time for your fucking games-"

"I'll give you the keys on a few conditions," he toyed, Puck glaring so hard he just knew his brow would become one.

"You little shit-"

"Beth has a later curfew-"

"No."

"No condom."

"…fuck, fine!"

"One hour."

"Thirty minutes."

"Deal."

"Good-"

"You'll agree with Mrs. Quinn and daddy Kurt on letting me spend the night when the baby gets here."

"Fuck off."

"Something you won't be doing if you don't agree."

"God damn-fine, once a week-"

"The weekend."

"Deal! Now keys!"

"Last one," Balen promised as he dangled the keys on Puck's fingertips.

"What?"

"You'll be nicer to me. Stop calling me a fuck up and making me feel bad."

"You can't bribe me to like you."

"No, you don't have to like me, but you can at least be civil."

Puck groaned internally as he reluctantly shook his head, Balen arching a brow as he made sure Puck was serious.

"Yes, I won't make fun of you ok? I'll chill," he told the boy as he shook his hand for the keys, "Now please, please-"

"Deal." The keys jangled softly as they landed in Puck's hand, his body flying out the door and down the drive as he slammed into Balen's truck. He fumbled around for a moment before finding the right key, shoving it into the hole and jerking the door open. He crawled inside the cluttered truck awkwardly as he heaved random papers and school books aside, his hands yanking down the small latch as the glove compartment fell open.

"YES!" he screamed loudly as he found a blue box resting in the corner, snatching it out in one swift motion before slamming the truck door closed.

He ran giddily back inside the house as he chunked Balen's keys on the counter, ripping the top of the box open as he grabbed a handful of the individual blue packages. He had almost made it upstairs when he stopped on the last step, looking down at the wrapper in his hand and snorting as he read the "Large" label.

"Yeah right," he laughed deeply as he shook his head and opened the door, "No way kid is packing what I am-" Puck's sentence was cut short as he stood gaping the doorway, his eyes blinking in disbelief as his mind lost it's ability to function again. There, naked and spread eagled with her toes curled sat his wife, her breathing heavy and body quivering as her fingers disappeared inside her.

"I said I'd start without you," Quinn moaned as she licked her lips and leaned her head back against the headboard to look at him, her back arching and legs shaking as she rubbed herself again slowly while panting, "Better join me before-" It was now Quinn's turn to lose the rest of her sentence as Puck tackled her onto the bed, the two of them lost in each other and the blankets as they made up for lost time.