Puck and Quinn just got to the restaurant where the dinner was being held and, already, she had heads turning her way. She looked stunning, wearing a short, pink dress, which hugged her curves perfectly. Her hair was down and she wore light makeup.

Puck noticed the attention she was drawing and smiled to himself. She really was beautiful. Once again, he was thankful to Finn. Hiring her was the best idea his friend ever had (after hooking up with Rachel, of course).

Quinn reached for his hand, also noticing all the looks they were getting, and they shared a shy smile. They went around the table, greeting the other guests as Puck introduced Quinn to everybody there. Mostly, the guests were Sarah and Teds' family.

Afterwards, they took the only two sits left on the table, across from Ruth Puckerman and her brother David, Puck's uncle.

The older woman smiled as the couple greeted them.

"Quinn, you look beautiful, dear."

The blonde thanked her, and they started chatting, Ruth asking her about her family, her childhood and her job. Quinn also asked the older woman about the party arrangements and how excited she was about her daughter getting married. Like predicted, the conversation turned to the new couple.

"Quinn, how did you and Noah meet?"

"At a coffee shop, near his workplace. We were both regulars there, and one day we started talking and hit it off."

The older woman smiled. "That's lovely! Just like in a movie, right David?" Ruth smiled as she talked to her brother, who nodded, also sporting a soft smile. "How long have you been together again?"

Puck chose to answer the question. "Just a couple of months, Ma."

Mrs. Puckerman nodded. "Right, right. Quinn, would you agree to a Jewish wedding? I know your relationship is pretty new, but Rachel said you're catholic and..."

Puck cut her off, protesting. "Ma, please, it's been two months! It's little bit soon for that."

Quinn put her hand on his cheek, caressing his face, as she said "It's ok, baby." Then, she looked straight at Puck's mother to answer her question, but all he could pay attention to was the warmth on his cheek, where her palm's been.

"Ruth, I'd be ok with a Jewish wedding. I'm not very religious, so I'd be ok with whatever Noah wanted."

The older woman smiled at that. "Is not that I only want Noah to be with a Jewish woman. I would like that, especially since Sarah didn't want a ceremony according to our traditions. But honestly, I just want Noah to be happy."

Quinn smiled softly at that. "Of course. I understand."

Ruth kept questioning the blonde. "And how about babies, do you want to have kids?"

Puck rolled his eyes, but Quinn rested her hand on his thigh, like she was reassuring him, telling him those questions were ok. He was beginning to love her touch. Ruth noticed the intimacy they seemed to share and smiled at it.

"Yes, I want to have kids someday. But not right now. I need to focus on my career for a while, but I definitely want children. Especially knowing how important it is to Noah. And to you."

Ruth decided right there that she really liked Quinn. Especially considering the look on her son's face as he stared at the girl. The look was full of admiration and longing. She could tell she'd make him happy.

"Quinn, I think we'll get along just fine!"

In that moment, Puck wanted to give himself a pat in the back. Mission accomplished.

They chatted for the rest of the evening, getting to know each other better and sharing their views on life and the world.

It seemed that Quinn knew exactly what to say and when to say it. He wondered if that was really her or was a skill she picked up because her job required it. But the effect her touches had on him, that's not something she could've learned anywhere.

After a couple of hours, they left the restaurant and headed to Puck's childhood home.

"So, what do you think? Things ran smoothly tonight, right?" asked Quinn.

"Yeah. My mother loved you, I think my uncle did too. At least considering how he kept staring at your boobs."

"Eeewww", Quinn said, as both of them started laughing.

Puck parked his car and the duo got out, walking into the house and making their way to Puck's old bedroom.

When they got there, Quinn leaned on the door frame, crossing her arms over her chest. Puck turned around, realizing she didn't follow him inside.

"I was wondering about the sleeping arrangements. Are we sleeping in the same bedroom, same bed, do you want me to sleep on a mattress, on the floor, so you could be more comfortable...?" She asked, looking at the bed that seemed small for the two of them.

"I haven't really thought of that. Maybe we could share the bed tonight and, if it's too uncomfortable, I'll get a mattress tomorrow. Is that ok?"

"Sure, sure, fine with me." She answered, smiling.

Both of them got ready to bed and lay down. They had to squeeze on the small space, so they were really close to each other. Her smell was intoxicating him, and he couldn't focus on anything else. Quinn fell asleep immediately, but Puck couldn't. He kept staring at her, taking in her features, her smell...

After hearing her softly breathing for over an hour, he finally fell asleep too.

The next morning, Puck woke up startled by the sound of a phone ringing. He kept looking for it with no success, until he finally found it under his pillow.

"Hello?"

"Hi. Who's this?"

"You tell me, you're the one who called me." His voice was thick with sleep and he couldn't think straight.

"No, I called Quinn. I don't know why someone else would answer her phone."

He checked and saw that whoever called was right. He answered Quinn's phone by mistake. They had the same ringtone.

"Well, Quinn is asleep, she can't answer right now."

"And who am I talking to?"

"Puck."

"Puck? Oh, the guy who hired her for the weekend and ruined her birthday celebration with her two best friends."

"Her birthday?"

"Yes, today is her birthday. Tell her Kurt called."

"Will do."

"Ok, bye."

"Bye."

Puck had no idea today was Quinn's birthday. She didn't say anything. But he wanted to do something special for her. No one deserve to be working on their birthday.

He left the room, heading to the kitchen.

Quinn woke up and found herself alone in bed. She found her cell phone and saw that it was ten past ten. She thought she wouldn't sleep well, being cramped up in bed with Puck, but turned out his warmth actually helped her sleep better.

Speaking of which, where was Puck? She heard no sound coming from the bathroom, so he probably wasn't there. Maybe he had to go out? She was about o get up and take a shower when her nostrils were assaulted by the most wonderful smell. She heard the door opening and Puck came in, holding a tray.

He walked to the bed and handed her the tray. She smiled at the view. Puck was shirtless bringing her breakfast in bed. A hot guy feeding her bacon and eggs... she could get used to it.

He spoke first. "I'm sorry it took me so long. I had to go out to buy bacon, my mother obviously didn't have any on her fridge..."

"I actually just woke up. Thank you. What's that for?"

"Well, your friend Kurt called this morning and I accidentally answered your phone...Then he asked who I was and he said that I was probably the guy keeping you from celebrating your birthday with your friends."

"I'm sorry. Don't listen to Kurt, I'm happy to be here."

"Yes, I just wanted to do something nice for your birthday."

She had the biggest smile on her face. "I really appreciate it, but you didn't have to."

"I know. I wanted to." Puck really didn't know how to behave in this case. What do you do when the escort you hired was having a birthday while working for you? What's the etiquette in this case? He decided to go with what his mom taught him and would just try to make the day special to her.

"I was thinking, we could buy a cake and have a small party here, to celebrate it."

"That's really not necessary. I mean, it's your sister's wedding, I'm sure she has something planned."

"Not really. They had the rehearsal dinner yesterday because Ted's parents had some important meeting today, so the day is pretty much free. Besides, it's something a guy would do for his girlfriend."

"But I wouldn't want people to focus on me, you know? I'm sure they'll have a lot of last minute things to solve."

"Ok then, we'll just go out for dinner tonight then."

"Honestly, you don't have to."

"It will be fun. Besides, it's not like we have anything else to do today."

Quinn couldn't believe how sweet Puck was. Why didn't she meet him ten years ago, when she wasn't an escort? "Ok. I'd like that."

When Ruth learned that it was Quinn's birthday, she suggested that they had a girl's day out. Mrs. Puckerman thought that this was the perfect opportunity for them to bond, so they would spend the afternoon at a spa and Quinn would be back just in time to get ready for her dinner with Puck.

Puck, on the other hand, was going to spend the afternoon with Finn and would pick Quinn up around 7 pm. He would take her to a fancy restaurant that, luckily, was owned by Mr. Schue. The older man had been Puck's Spanish teacher in high school. He never liked school and barely attended classes back then but, after Puck left for New York, he was Mr. Schue's attorney when he divorced his ex-wife Terry, and the two men bonded, becoming sort of friends afterwards. So, when Puck called him this morning asking for a table in his restaurant, Mr. Schue was more than happy to help.

Right now, Ruth was by the front door of her house, waiting for Quinn so they could go. Quinn was saying goodbye to Puck and she noticed how Mrs. Puckerman was watching them expectantly, with a smile on her face. She knew exactly what the older woman wanted to see. She got on her toes and put a hand on his cheek, leaning in. Puck seemed surprise at first, the gesture was foreign coming from her, but then he realized that his mom was watching and leaned in too, giving her a small kiss. Quinn smiled and whispered in his ear. "We're pretending to be a couple. People expect us to kiss all the time."

Then she turned around and went to meet Ruth by the door, who looked very excited. Puck kept staring at the door until long after they were gone.

Puck and Finn were at Finn's childhood home, playing Xbox and drinking beer.

"So, Rachel called me last night. She was pissed because you're dating some girl she hates. She was really upset, she really hoped you'd ask her to come with you." Said the taller boy.

"And why would she think that? We barely talk and I'm constantly avoiding her."

"Well, I might have mentioned that you didn't have a date for the wedding."

"And why would you do that?" Puck asked, in a clearly annoyed tone.

"I didn't think you'd find anyone in such a short notice and would eventually ask her."

"Dude, I told you a thousand times. Nothing will ever happen with Rachel again. I don't know why you keep insisting on it."

"I feel guilty for breaking the two of you up."

"You shouldn't. You did me a favor and we talked about it a bunch of times. Ok?"

After a pause, Finn nodded and mumbled an 'ok'.

"So, this girl Rachel hates? Is she hot?"

"Yes. Turns out she and Rachel went to high school together, in Savannah."

"And how did you meet? How did she agree to come in such a short notice?"

Puck didn't know if he should tell Finn the truth. Of course he wanted to tell someone about Quinn, and who better than his best friend? On the other hand, what if Finn told Rachel? That girl had a way of squeezing the truth out of the taller boy, and if she knew Quinn was an escort, she would make the blonde's life hell. So, for now, he wouldn't say anything.

"We met at this coffee shop. We went on a couple of dates and I told her about the wedding. She just agreed to come."

"Cool."

They kept playing for a few more hours until Puck had to go. It was almost 7 and he still had to shower and get ready for dinner.