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A/N: How will the future play out...
"Please be on your best behavior," Quinn murmured as both she and Puck paused at the front door of the big house on Dudley Road. "And if you try to scare my sister's kids into peeing their pants again, you are so going to be cut off for a full week," she promised through lips that barely moved as they both saw the shape of Judy Fabray approach the door on the other side.
"Judy," Puck cried with enthusiasm as he reached to hug his mother-in-law.
"Noah," Judy replied and kissed Puck's cheek. "Darling," she added far more sincerely as she hugged her daughter. "Come in, come in," she urged and held onto Quinn's hand as both her daughter and her son-in-law entered the house. "You're the last to arrive," she commented – and Puck knew immediately that she blamed him, she always blamed him for everything, but most especially for ruining her daughter's life way back when they were still in high school!
Puck followed Quinn and Judy into the lounge and got quite a surprise. "Mom," he exclaimed when he caught sight of his own mother, his sister, and his nana there, waiting patiently along with his dad, Quinn's dad and his wife, Quinn's sister, Frannie, her husband, her sons, and Quinn's grandparents. "Did we forget some sort of anniversary or something?" he muttered to Quinn.
"Kind of," a voice behind Puck replied.
"Beth?" Quinn sighed tremulously when she spun around and saw the beautiful young woman in the doorway. "Is that really you?" she asked through tears that were just beginning to fall. Quinn was shaking, literally shaking, her hand was fluttering at her mouth, she didn't know whether to smile, laugh, or cry - she wasn't exactly sure what emotion was the strongest right at that second.
"Beth," Puck exclaimed and then swallowed hard, he was in shock! "Beth?" he repeated and watched the girl's head nod, saw her lips tremble and tears fill her eyes. "Oh, my God, Beth," he sighed and reached out to hug her.
In a heartbeat, Beth was enshrouded in the arms of both Puck and Quinn. Quinn and Beth were crying openly, Puck was trying manfully to reign in the emotion but it was hard, damn hard. "You have no idea how much I've longed for this day," Quinn cried into Beth's hair. "It isn't purple," she exclaimed in belated surprise. "And she doesn't have a mohawk," she added to Puck with a tearful giggle.
"Does your mom know you're here?" Puck asked, he used his finger to gently lift Beth's chin to be able to see into her eyes – they were his eyes, it was so weird looking at someone so like Quinn but with his eyes!
"Yes, she knows," Beth replied honestly but with a touch of sadness.
"Is everything ok?" Puck asked, he'd caught that sadness and he wanted to chase it away, he never wanted anything bad to be near their daughter, be near their one perfect thing.
"Is this a nice surprise?" Judy asked with a kind of nervous – terrified - glee. She had been extremely dubious about this meeting, she'd have preferred it if Beth would have let her get just Puck and Quinn over, rather than this elaborate, full family meeting.
"It's a wonderful surprise," Quinn spluttered, she could barely keep her emotions in check, it was really, really, difficult. "I am so pleased that you wanted to see us now that you've turned eighteen," she murmured to Beth – she had yet to let her go, actually.
"I-I wanted to meet you," Beth stuttered, she was so incredibly nervous now that the event had actually happened. "I've wanted to meet you two for years," she admitted with a little giggle. Her mom had been the only thing that had stood in the way of Beth having a relationship with her birth parents, she had blocked Beth's every effort to find an address or number once she'd found out the names of the young teens who had given her life and then given her away. And it totally pissed Beth off!
"How is your mom?" Puck asked, he really wanted to know that Quinn's recurring phone calls had not had a detrimental effect on Beth's relationship with her mother. Rachel had never intimated that they had, but Puck wanted to know for sure.
"She's fine," Beth replied although she didn't meet Puck's eyes. Beth considered the argument a couple of days ago. "I think she's ok," she qualified her last statement and then thought again. "I'll call Rachel, ask her to check on my mom," she muttered.
"I think I need to apologize to Shelby," Quinn whispered to Puck and Beth.
Puck nodded, he agreed, Quinn certainly did. "Maybe we should give her a call, does she know you're here?" he asked Beth.
"She might not actually know exactly where I am," Beth admitted nervously and then raised guilty eyes to look into ones so similar to her own. It was rather freaky, actually, to be touching the hands of the two people who had mixed their DNA and created her. Beth shivered.
"I think, maybe we should take a moment to call her right now," Quinn murmured quietly but firmly to the beautiful young woman at her side. "And then we can start to get to know you," she added and hugged Beth again. "Oh, my God," she sighed happily, "I can't believe this is happening."
Quinn was waiting for him when he came home – and boy was she waiting! Puck gulped and blinked when he saw what she was wearing. "Hey," he whispered – his voice came out with a wobble like a virginal school boy's.
"Hey," Quinn's husky voice trembled along every nerve ending Puck had ever possessed. "Enjoy your afternoon with the boys?" she asked and stepped towards him in a very deliberate, Jessica-Rabbit-slash-Marilyn-Munro type of way.
"It was ok," Puck replied, and once again, his voice trembled as Quinn allowed her sheer robe to fall open – not that it had covered much, it hadn't! "Wish I'd stayed here with you, though," he added as Quinn stepped right up to him. Automatically, Puck's hands clamped to Quinn's waist, he almost salivated as her nipples peeked at him over the edge of her stunning lingerie set.
Quinn shrugged daintily and smiled secretively. "I waited for you," she told him and then leaned in close to whisper in his ear, "just about," she added and then trailed her lips down his cheek to catch the corner of his lips.
"Mmm," Puck sighed and tried to kiss her more.
"We have an audience," Quinn mouthed, she took Puck's hands and pressed them to her heaving breasts. "I think I like it," she admitted.
Puck flicked a quick glance to the back yard, he couldn't see anything, it was too dark outside and too light inside, but he had no call not to trust Quinn's word. "Shall I close the blinds?" he asked almost silently. Quinn bit her lip and shook her head slowly, deliberately. "Holy crap," Puck sighed as Quinn dropped her robe completely, he glanced at the reflection of her in the patio doors – her legs looked amazing in her sheer black hose, her pert ass was perfectly accented by the black lace fabric of her thong, her stunning bra's strap dissected her glorious back, and she knew that someone was out there watching them!
Quinn slowly lowered herself to her knees in front of Puck. She shook her head and shivered as the loose strands of her hair tickled her back – she knew it looked good, her ass resting on the four inch stiletto heels of her 'fuck-me' shoes, the strip of black material between her buttocks, and she kind of loved that someone was out there watching this scene like it was a porn video, Quinn knew that she was going to make it look fucking spectacular!
Puck gulped as he looked down into Quinn's bright and shining eyes. He nearly fainted when she nuzzled his crotch through his pants even as her dainty hands and delicate fingers sought the fastenings that kept his crown jewels from her clutches! Puck sucked in his breath at the very first touch of her breath on his already hardening dick, the sensation was almost too much to bear. "Baby, you don't have to do this," he groaned – through lips that could barely move.
"I want to," Quinn answered against his shaft.
"Oh," Puck sighed, he leaned back against the breakfast bar and gripped onto the edge tightly, there was no way he could fight his own desires as well as Quinn's. If she wanted to do this right here and now, then Puck was quite willing to be a passenger on her journey.
Quinn gently jacked Puck's impressive erection while she sucked and slurped on his balls. "Mmmm," she sighed as she licked along his length right to the very tip. Quinn glanced up through her eyelashes in a rather shy move when she flicked her tongue rapidly over the slightly weeping slit. "I love that," she whispered and then sucked him into her mouth.
"Me too," Puck groaned as his head fell back.
"I love the taste of you," Quinn corrected Puck with a hint of a giggle, "I don't think we love the same thing, really," she commented and then sucked him back into her mouth, deep in her throat.
"I love it when you do that," Puck clarified his early declaration. He looked down and watched Quinn at work. "Shit," he groaned and allowed his stomach muscles to tense just a little as his hands slid into Quinn's hair. "Oh, baby," he sighed when he felt his dick touch the back of Quinn's throat.
Quinn moaned with delight, she adored this, she adored the way that Puck was putty in her hands, she adored the way he adored her. Quinn stood at Puck's urging, she continued to manually pleasure him, to keep up the motion to his satisfaction. When Puck's tongue stole into her mouth she groaned, she loved it, she loved him, she wanted him, she needed him – and she needed him now!
The first rap at the door made both Puck and Quinn halt, like immediately, mid-kiss, it was as though someone had hit the pause button. "Holy shit, who is that?" Puck whispered against Quinn's lips.
Quinn turned and looked over her shoulder in the general direction of the front door and the offending 'knocker'. "I have no idea," Quinn whispered, she really didn't want to leave Puck's arms to find out.
"Fuck," Puck sighed unhappily as the unexpected visitor knocked again. "I better go see who it is, you better go cover up," he suggested with a pout. "But please, don't take that stuff off, I want to do that," he begged and set off in the direction of the door – he tucked his thankfully deflated dick back into his pants as he went, "with my teeth," he added and flicked his eyebrows at Quinn.
Quinn hurried upstairs to make herself presentable to polite company though she couldn't help but giggle – she knew that Puck would do exactly as promised, he would pull her panties off with his teeth, he loved to do that and she loved him to do it, it put him right where she wanted him!
"Beth," Puck exclaimed as he opened the door and saw their unexpected visitor. "Shelby," he added as he noticed her mother behind her. "Erm, come in," he invited and stepped back to allow the two women to enter.
"I hope we're not interrupting anything," Shelby murmured as she stepped past Puck. Shelby shivered inside just a little, she'd never quite gotten over the fact that she'd given Puck up – and she'd forever wished she hadn't!
"Not at all," Puck responded politely. "Can I get you anything?" he asked. "Coffee, wine, beer?" he suggested and prayed that Quinn would hurry her ass up.
"Nothing for me, thank you," Beth murmured.
"Wine would be lovely, thank you," Shelby replied at the same time.
Puck busied himself with getting Shelby a glass of wine, he knew that Quinn wouldn't refuse so poured her one too, he took a beer for himself and caught Beth's eye to make sure she really didn't want anything.
"No, I'm fine," Beth assured Puck with a smile.
"Hi," Quinn said breathily as she breezed back into the kitchen – now carefully covered in much more appropriate clothing - lounge pants and a loose top - much to Puck's dismay. He'd noted that her feet were bare of nylon which meant she'd removed her stockings. "Beth," she sighed, "lovely to see you again," she told the young girl and she truly meant it. "Shelby," she added with slightly more reserve, Quinn wasn't entirely sure why the older woman had come to her home and she wasn't totally comfortable with it, either.
"Quinn," Shelby said and smiled carefully at the woman who had given her the most amazing daughter she could ever have wished for. Shelby looked long and hard at Quinn, noted every similarity, every feature that she saw daily in her beautiful daughter. "We have something we'd like to discuss with you both," she announced.
"Please, take a seat," Puck offered and walked towards the reading nook that he and Quinn tended to use to just snuggle up together on the wide banquette seats on winters days when the snow and wind were blowing. Quinn took a seat opposite Beth and Shelby, Puck took the seat beside her and took her hand. "So, what would you like to discuss with us?" he asked once they were all comfortable.
"Well," Shelby began and shifted slightly in her seat. "As you know," she began again and then paused for a split second, "Beth is due to start college in the fall," she stated and smiled at her daughter. "She's been accepted to Yale," she added in a rather stern voice and looked at her daughter with slight disappointment.
"That's wonderful," Quinn exclaimed proudly – and then wondered why Beth hadn't mentioned it at dinner the other day.
"It would be if she would go," Shelby replied. "She's also been accepted to the University of Ohio, and that's the college she's chosen to attend," she said through gritted teeth and all but glared at her daughter. "Right here in Lima," she added for extra impact.
"Why?" Quinn demanded, she was astounded, absolutely astounded, that someone would give up the chance to go to Yale to instead go to a college right here in Lima"
"Because I want to be close to you two, I want to get to know you both," Beth answered quietly. "I want to be a social worker, with a focus on adoption and possibly surrogacy," she explained after a moment of uncomfortable silence.
"But you can do that at Yale and, if your mom agrees, spend some of the holidays and vacation time with us," Quinn suggested. Quinn wanted to kick herself. Here she was, getting everything she'd ever wanted handed to her on a plate and she couldn't help but try to sabotage it!
"She's right," Puck agreed. "Not that we wouldn't welcome you here, we would, most definitely," he hurried to assure the frowning teen, "but a degree from an ivy league college has to be more prestigious than from any state college," he suggested.
"That's what I've said," Shelby cried – she was so pleased that the young couple opposite her agreed with her take on the whole idea. Not that Shelby thought that Quinn really deserved her consideration after the years of pestering phone calls, emails, messages, and letters – not that Shelby had ever replied to them, a fact that had annoyed the life out of Rachel…and Rachel called her on it. Often!
"But if I go to Yale I'll be like a million miles away from here," Beth grumbled, she looked around at all three faces staring at her and rolled her eyes. "Fine, so it's not exactly a million," she admitted, "but it's more than between here and New York," she muttered.
"Yes, it is," Quinn agreed, "but it's manageable," she added and carefully reached out to cover Beth's hands that were one on top of the other on the table. "Plus, if it's ok with your mom," she said and glanced at Shelby's wary face, "we can come see you in New York too, when you're home, of course," she suggested and was relieved when the older woman nodded.
"Of course," Shelby agreed quickly – she would much prefer to be in the vicinity of any meetings and visits than miles and miles away, it still scared her that Beth would become totally enamored of her birth parents and would up and leave her. Rachel had tried to assure Shelby that this wouldn't ever, couldn't ever happen...Shelby wasn't so sure, not if Beth found out the things that had happened in the past!
Puck found Quinn in the bedroom – he'd taken a moment to clean up the kitchen when their visitors had left. "You surprised me there, tonight," he murmured as he stepped up behind his wife. Puck wrapped his arms around Quinn and felt her jump, she had been so deep in thought that she hadn't heard him come in or talk to her. "Hey," he said softly, "are you doing ok?" he asked.
As soon as Puck's arms had wrapped around her, Quinn had crossed her arms over his, she reveled in his much-needed touch and warmth. "Mmm," she replied – but it sounded to Puck as though she was holding in a lot of tears and emotions. Puck squeezed a little tighter for a second. Quinn broke. "What the hell was I thinking?" she demanded as she turned in Puck's arms and buried her face in his chest. "She could be here, living with us, we could have her here, right here, and I told her to go to New Haven, what was I thinking?"
"You were thinking of her," Puck replied gently. "You were thinking of her future," he added with another squeeze of reassurance. "And I think it was absolutely the right thing to do," he assured Quinn. Puck breathed deeply and swayed a little as he hugged his wife…and wondered if the earlier activities were about to be resumed.
"How did you end up so mature and grown up?" Quinn muttered with an inelegant sniff – her words were muffled into the material of Puck's shirt. Puck shrugged and grinned down into Quinn's watery eyes. "Never mind," she sighed and stretched up to join their lips together…
"For God's sake," Quinn whispered unhappily, her eyes on the wand in her hand. "It wasn't so freakin' hard the first time," she grumbled and tossed the white plastic instrument in the trash. "No, first time it was drop trou, quick fuck, and job done," she muttered and yanked the towel from the rail a touch more forcefully than was necessary after she'd washed her hands. "I didn't even come that time," she told her reflection spitefully. Quinn really looked at herself, studied the fine lines on her face, the slightly heavier eyelids. "Shit, I'm getting old," she whispered and then sighed heavily. At least Puck was away for a three-day training thing so she didn't have to tell him that she'd taken yet another useless pregnancy test. Quinn went back to bed and cried herself to sleep, to dream of the babies that would one day be hers…