A/N: Thank you all so much for your positive support and reviews! It means the world to me! So, Halloween is one of my favorite holidays and I really wanted to get this up before the 31st. The title is a play on The Black Keys song 'Howlin' For You'. Standard 'M' disclaimer applies. I don't think it's my best but I guess the reviews will be the true test. So feel free to let me know what you think!

Howl'eening For You

"Quinn, seriously, I don't understand why we have to do this. I haven't seen you in weeks and all you can think about is picking out a damn Halloween costume? I can think of much better things we could be doing right now instead of this," Puck complained as Quinn drug him by the hand through the aisles of the local party store in Lima.

Quinn was on fall break from her sophomore year of college and Puck had a bit of leave time accumulated so he took a few days off and decided to make it a long weekend, flying up from Quantico, Virginia to spend time with his family and his newly official girlfriend. Granted, it had been about 6 months since they had gotten back together when he visited her after completing his Basic Training and Special Forces school with the Marine Corps, but the whole 'officially dating' thing was still new to them.

They passed racks and racks filled with creepy masks, fake knives and guns, ghoulish make-up, multi-colored wigs and tons of plastic accessories, the costume ideas endless as she continued to lead him through the store to their final destination.

"Oh, you'll be fine. We already, hmm," she coughed lightly, "made up for lost time so to speak, this morning and I'm sure you'll survive a few hours more while we pick out our costumes to go trick-or-treating and for the party tonight."

"Fine, but can we at least do it in the dressing room?"

Quinn let out a hearty laugh, "In your dreams, Puckerman."

Puck groaned in response, eyeing the toy weapons as they passed. He had been a soldier a few times for Halloween when he was younger and had dressed up like a 50's mobster and Rambo for various parties back in high school and toted along a fake gun each time, but considering the year of weapons training he just had, he had to laugh at how comical and ridiculous all of them looked. You wanna see a real gun, Puck thought as he stared at a little boy wielding a small rifle while making the gunshot noises, you should check out my M-4 assault rifle, little man. My gun is definitely bigger than yours.

He smiled, watching the little boy chase after his sister, their frazzled mother hot on their tails as they ran past Puck and Quinn. They had finally reached the back of the store and Quinn stood in front of a large picture board, scrutinizing all of the possible costumes available. Puck had heard her rambling about something but he wasn't really paying attention, choosing to watch the little boy in his soldier costume chase after his Disney princess sister, the two doing a fine job of evading their mother as they ran through the store.

"Puck," Quinn asked, glancing back at him, "PUCK!"

"Huh?" he replied, snapping out of his daze.

"Did you hear anything I just said?"

"Umm," he stumbled, trying to find the right words. He was about to respond with some random bullshit answer when he felt something crash into his legs.

He looked down to see the little soldier lying on the ground, the boy trying to push his plastic helmet out of his eyes to see what he ran into.

"S – Sorry," he muttered as he saw Puck looking down at him. Puck just smiled back at him, reaching down and helping pull him up to his feet.

"Here ya go, soldier," he said, reaching for the toy gun that had fallen to the wayside, "let's get you squared away."

"Th –Thanks," the little boy stuttered. Puck nodded and the kid took his gun, giving him a shy grin, his two front teeth missing. "But I'm not a soldier. I'm a Marine," the kid said proudly, "just like my dad."

Puck knelt down next to the kid, taking in the pride with which he announced his costume choice, "Is that so?"

The kid nodded his head and offered a salute, Puck chuckling at his enthusiasm. The little boy's mother had just rounded the corner with his sister in tow, the mom apologizing profusely for her kids' behavior. Puck just told her it was no problem and glanced back down at the kid, still standing at his version of 'attention' while gently swaying back and forth.

"Well, it just so happens that I am a Marine too, young man," Puck replied, patting the kid on the shoulder, "and I think you picked an outstanding costume this year."

The kid's eyes grew wide as he took Puck in, "You're a Marine?" he asked, glancing up at Quinn as well, the blonde standing there smiling as she watched the exchange, "He's a Marine?"

Quinn gently nodded her head, "He sure is."

The little boy turned back to Puck, staring at him in awe as Puck stood, "Wow, that's cool."

"It is pretty cool," Puck chuckled. "Now stay out of trouble, Marine," he chided, offering the kid a wink.

"Yes sir," the little boy replied, offering Puck another salute. Puck returned the gesture and the mom thanked him, herding her children toward the front of the store. He watched them walk off, feeling a smile creep up on his face at how excited the little boy had been.

"Aww, somebody's got a fan club," he heard Quinn say behind him, Puck turning around to see her smiling at her boyfriend's reaction.

"He seems like a good kid and he's got an awesome costume too," he smiled before getting an idea, "Speaking of which, I already have my costume, so hurry up and pick one out so we can get back to more important things!"

"You already have a costume?" Quinn asked incredulously, "I'm calling bullshit on that one."

"I do! I'm going as a Marine. If that kid can do it, I can too!"

Quinn shook her head, "No, you are a Marine every other day of the week. You can be something else for Halloween. Now start looking," she demanded.

They studied the pictures, Quinn asking the salesperson to try on a few outfits and following them back to the dressing rooms while Puck continued to look.

After a few minutes, Puck got bored staring at the costume ideas. He had a better idea in mind after all.

He walked back toward the big black curtains that housed the changing rooms, waiting for the attendant to turn around the corner to speak to another customer before ducking into the area. He quickly made his way down the rows, looking for Quinn's shoes or some identifying article of clothing so he wouldn't barge in on the wrong person. Once he found the room he thought was hers, he slipped past the curtain, bumping into Quinn's backside in the small space.

She almost screamed when someone jumped through the curtain but as soon as she realized it was Puck, she felt a strong urge to slap him stupid. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she asked.

Puck gave her the once over then glanced in the mirror in front of him, admiring the fairly skimpy Roman Goddess costume she had on. It instantly reminded him of the costume that hot chick wore in the movie 300, but he had to admit he definitely liked it on Quinn better. If he were really being honest, he thought it would look much better crumpled on the floor.

He brought his hands to her hips, kissing her neck as he watched her reaction in the mirror. She sagged back against him a bit, her eyes fluttering closed as he made his way down to her shoulder. He even thought he heard a tiny moan leave her throat at the contact, but it was far too short lived as she snapped upright and shrugged him away.

"We can't do that here, Puck!"

"Why not?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her again, "You are so fucking hot in that dress. I say you get it."

She smirked, wondering if he would change his mind at some point during the night if provoked. "So you like it?" she asked, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him softly on the lips. When he murmured his approval, she continued, "So you wouldn't mind if I wore this out to trick-or-treat with Beth tonight?"

Once again he shook his head 'no' and continued to kiss down her neck. While she liked the costume, it was a bit more revealing than she originally anticipated and had already decided against it, so she decided to bring out the big guns. She stepped out of his reach, twirling for good measure before speaking again, "So you wouldn't mind if I wore this to the party later?"

His brow creased in confusion, knowing that she was trying to manipulate him somehow. He didn't answer for a few moments, wanting to see what her point was until she finally spoke up, "You think the other guys at the party would like it?" she asked, biting her lip and coyly glancing at him while she continued to scrutinize the outfit in the mirror.

As soon as the words left her mouth, Puck fully registered what they would actually be doing that night.

They let Shelby know that they were coming back to town for the weekend, the two parents anxious to see the little girl as Puck hadn't seen her in almost six months. Shelby was thrilled to hear they would be coming back, offering the two of them the chance to take the three and a half year old trick-or-treating for a while so Shelby could finish up some work at home. She had already taken Beth trick-or-treating at the zoo and the Lima mall the previous weekend so she figured that she might as well afford Puck and Quinn the opportunity to spend some time with their biological daughter.

Puck sure as hell didn't want the other skeevy dads in the neighborhood getting any ideas if she wore that around tonight and he most certainly didn't want any other guys at the party they were going to afterwards to be staring at her all night. He immediately started shaking his head, "Nope. No, you can't wear that."

"Why not," she asked, mock-pouting, "I thought you liked it?"

"Oh babe, believe me, I do. I just don't want other guys liking it as much as I do. Plus you know, it might be cold out or something. Totally inappropriate for trick-or-treating with a three year old too."

Quinn laughed as Puck stumbled over his words, asking for help untying the top knot before kicking him out of the dressing room. Once she was finished changing, they went back out to look at the picture board again, trying to think of something else they could wear.

They scanned the pictures looking for something that would be appropriate for trick-or-treating with small children yet adult enough to be able to enjoy wearing to a house party later. After what seemed like forever, a picture in the corner caught Quinn's eye, a smile tugging at her lips as she looked over at Puck, "I think I've got it."

"What?" he asked hesitantly, not thrilled at the mischievous twinkle in her eye. That usually spelled trouble.

"Hang on, I need to call Shelby to see what Beth is going as, if she even has a costume at all."

Quinn pulled out her phone and dialed, speaking to the woman for a few moments before clarifying the time they would be over to get Beth and thanking her. Puck just stared at her, nervous as to what she was plotting and planning in her mind.

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At promptly 6pm, Puck and Quinn climbed out of Puck's truck and made their way up to the front step of Shelby's place. Quinn handed him the bag containing Beth's new costume so she could re-adjust her dress a bit while Puck gave himself the once-over, groaning in the process.

"I can't believe you got me to wear this. You owe me for this shit."

She looked over at him and grinned, "Whatever, this is perfect. Besides, I think I already thanked you for going along with this plan. Twice actually."

A slight smirk crossed his face at the memory, "And I plan on collecting a third 'thank you' when we get home tonight."

"Whatever you say, Fred."

Puck just rolled his eyes and sighed, reaching forward to ring the bell. Shelby answered the door and ushered the two of them into the living room where Beth was waiting to be dressed in the new costume Quinn picked up earlier. The two parents greeted the little girl, pulling her in for hugs and kisses before Beth pulled on Puck's blue tie and giggled, "Daddy silly."

Puck smiled but shot Quinn the stink-eye, the three of them earning a laugh as Shelby stood back and grabbed her camera, snapping a few pictures in the process.

Quinn helped Beth pull on her outfit, the three year old making a funny face at the fuzzy material before agreeing to let Quinn help her do her hair. Quinn brushed it into a small ponytail on the top of her head, snapping a barrette shaped like a bone into place before stepping out of the way to let Shelby see her handiwork.

The little girl reached her arms in the air for Puck to pick her up, Shelby roaring with laughter as she watched the three of them fuss over their costumes, "Alright Flintstone family, look this way!"

Puck adjusted his orange "dress" as he called it and Quinn pouffed her hair a bit more in the front, the two of them leaning in and snuggling with their own little "Pebbles" as the family posed for more pictures.

They were incredibly grateful that Shelby still allowed them to see Beth whenever they were back in town, especially considering the tumultuous senior year they had. Despite all of the stunts Quinn tried to pull to show that Shelby was an unfit mother, Shelby had been quite understanding when it came to why Quinn had gone to the lengths she had to try and get the little girl back. She even admitted that a lot of the same things had crossed her mind when she felt she made a mistake giving Rachel up all those years ago.

She even still welcomed Puck back into the fold with open arms, considering Puck wouldn't take no for an answer after the two of them discovered a slight spark of chemistry after Puck babysat Beth one night. They bonded over how crazy Quinn had been acting, but the whole relationship was inappropriate from the beginning, and after explaining it all out Puck, he was rather understanding, choosing to give up that relationship to have one with his daughter.

Quinn glanced over at Puck, the man making goofy faces at Beth while Shelby snapped away with both her camera and Quinn's, capturing the moment for the family to enjoy later. She felt her smile grow wider, realizing that this moment may not have been a possibility without the help of Mr. Schue and Shelby's intervention a year or so ago. Shelby was pissed about all of sneaking around and sabotage Quinn had done, but after speaking with Will, they both determined that Quinn had just been incredibly depressed and still hurting from the massive loss she felt when she thought about giving Beth up for adoption. Even though she wouldn't admit it to anyone else for the longest time, giving her up had been the hardest thing Quinn had ever done and not a day went by when she didn't think about the little girl or yearn to hold her in her arms again. She had tried to go back to normal and when that didn't work out, she rebelled. When that was a bust, she tried to manipulate the situation to get her back, until she finally hit rock bottom.

Will, Emma Pillsbury and Shelby then staged an intervention of sorts, Shelby saying she still wanted Quinn and Puck in Beth's life but only if they got some help. Puck thought it was ridiculous they wanted him to see a counselor too, insisting that he was perfectly fine. But after the crush he developed on Shelby and the obvious amount of resent he still harbored toward Quinn, the counseling proved to be very helpful for the both of them. They wanted to be a part of their little girl's life so they made that goal a priority, really trying to work through all of their issues and finally coming to the realization that, while it was the hardest decision they probably would ever make, it was the right one. Beth was happy and healthy in a safe environment with an adoptive mother who would love and take care of her and they were incredibly grateful that she was as open and willing to let them be a part of Beth's life as well.

After a few more pictures, Quinn grabbed Beth's trick-or-treating pumpkin bucket and they took off down the street, Quinn promising to document the whole thing on film. Each house went the same way, Puck holding her hand as they walked up to the door and lifting the little girl so she could ring the bell. The neighbors would open up and melt instantly when they saw the young family, handing out enough candy to last her until at least her 6th birthday before they thanked them and walked off to the next house.

They had finished all of the houses on Shelby's block, returning back to their car and loading Beth up for one last stop. Mr. Schuester and Ms. Pillsbury had heard that Puck and Quinn would be taking her trick-or-treating this year so they insisted they bring Beth by for a bit. Puck pulled up to the Schuester's apartment complex and hopped out, grabbing Beth's pumpkin while Quinn unbuckled her from her car seat and carried her to the door.

Once they reached their front door, Quinn showed Beth the doorbell and the three of them waited for someone to answer. The door swung open, revealing Ms. Pillsbury in a witch's hat and Mr. Schuester in a flight suit and aviators, the name "Maverick" written on a patch on his chest. Quinn smiled and leaned over to whisper into Beth's ear, the little girl smiling shyly, "Twick o' Tweet."

Everyone started giggling at how cute she sounded, Ms. Pillsbury ushering them inside so she could get a few pictures of Fred, Wilma and their little Pebbles while Mr. Schue joked that they were missing their purple dinosaur-dog, Dino. They hung out and talked for a bit, Puck catching them up on his experience with the Marines and Quinn providing highlights of college life thus far.

It was always fun reminiscing with their former mentors and they really wanted to stay longer and hang out, but Beth had crawled up into Quinn's lap and was close to falling asleep so the parents figured it was about time to take their little one back to Shelby's and put her to bed. They said their goodbyes and promised to stay in touch, Emma and Will both very interested in hearing about how they were really doing, especially now that they were a couple again.

Once they made it back to Shelby's, Puck carried Beth inside and headed up to her room, Quinn following close behind as she brought in Beth's shoes she had managed to kick off on the ride home and her pumpkin full of candy. Shelby rolled her eyes at the amount of candy they got, insisting that Puck and Quinn take some of it with them before hiding it up high in a cupboard. Quinn smiled and thanked her, heading into Beth's room to kiss the little girl goodnight.

By the time she got there, Puck had already changed her out of her costume and had her pajamas on, kissing her sweetly before allowing Quinn the same, the mother nuzzling her daughter's cheek and ruffling her hair before Puck placed her in her crib. The two of them took a moment to simply stand there and watch their baby girl, her chest rising and falling evenly as she made light cooing noises in her sleep.

After taking a few moments to watch her slumber, they quietly closed the door and headed back to the kitchen, Shelby thanking them for taking her before they excused themselves for the evening. They hopped into Puck's truck, Quinn taking a moment to fix her make-up as her eyeliner and mascara had run a bit from the few tears she shed upon saying goodbye to her daughter again. She felt Puck's eyes on her, his hand resting gently on her leg as he tried to comfort her. Even though this happened every time she saw the little girl and had to say goodbye, she always felt foolish tearing up and crying in front of him. It made her feel weak and although Puck had told her multiple times that it was totally normal, she hated feeling that vulnerable.

Puck leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, murmuring that it would be ok in her ear before starting up the truck and heading out of Shelby's neighborhood, turning in the direction of the house party they were to attend that evening.

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Santana's house party extravaganza was in full swing by the time they arrived, the tipsy Latina flinging the door wide open to reveal her perfect 'devil in a red dress' costume, complete with a pitchfork that she insisted on stabbing every party-goer with in the ass as they passed. She welcomed them in, pointing them in the direction of the booze before chasing off after Britney, the blonde meowing at everyone as she ran around the party clad in a tight black cat-suit, a fake tail and cat ears.

Quinn and Puck made their way through the party, stopping to politely say hi to all of their friends and former classmates as they passed. Several of the younger girls at the party were completely shameless, cozying up next to Puck and giggling at how muscular and ruggedly handsome Fred Flintstone was while Quinn stood next to him and scowled, glaring at them when the girls insisted on taking pictures with him too.

Puck caught a few of her glares and realized he was skating on thin ice, especially if he wanted his third thank you later that evening. So he declined every offer the girls made to go home with him, practically having to shake several of them off and avoid them for the rest of the evening so Quinn wouldn't change her mind about staying over at Puck's that night.

He watched Quinn move around the room and socialize, the way her hips swayed memorizing as he began to undress her with his eyes. He had caught a glimpse of the leopard print bra she wore under the white dress earlier, chuckling at how in-character she decided to stay with animal print lingerie to go along with her Wilma Flintstone get-up. However, at this point, he could only fantasize about what kind of print was featured on her panties.

Just thinking about what the dress hid had Puck Jr. a bit excited, Puck deciding it was a good time to see if she was ready to go home despite the fact that they had been at the party for less than 20 minutes. He saw her disappear around the corner and followed suit, trying to track her down in the midst of the train wreck of drunks around them.

Quinn had found her way to the alcohol table, pouring herself a drink before Puck clutched her arm, gently taking the drink from her hand before she even had a chance to take a sip, "So, I have burning question for you."

She eyed him for a moment, shooting him a wary look, "Burning is never a good sensation, especially down there. I would go ahead and get that checked out," she replied sarcastically.

"You are such a pain in the ass," he said, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, but I'm your pain in the ass. You know you love it," she smirked, "So what did you want to ask?"

"Well, correct me if I'm wrong but you are rocking the leopard print up top, right?"

It was Quinn's turn to roll her eyes, "Typical. And yes, you are correct."

Puck ignored the dig and continued, "So I was wondering, what print are you rocking below?" he asked, glancing down her body.

"What animal print? Hmm, well I can't say," she teased, "You just may need to find out for yourself."

Puck licked his lips and leaned in closer, nibbling on her ear lobe, "Well then, I think it may be time to go, don't you think?"

Quinn grinned, his husky voice sending shivers up her spine, "But baby, we just got here."

He kissed her neck and nipped her jaw, nuzzling her cheek with his nose before responding, "Yeah, but pretty much everyone is already hammered and this is going to turn into a shit-show pretty quick. I say we leave now and avoid the inevitable police raid later."

Quinn bit her lip and thought about it for a second, Puck's logic seemingly sound as she simply nodded her head, her hand finding Puck's as he lead them out of the house. Santana, Brit and the rest of their friends were all too far gone to even notice them slipping out the door, the two escaping with ease as they jumped in the truck and headed back to Puck's house.

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As they pulled into the driveway, Quinn laced her fingers with his and pulled him out of the truck, Puck never happier that his mom worked random hours at the hospital as he was at this moment. They had the whole house to themselves for the evening and he was planning on using their alone time to the fullest.

He was glad they got out of the party when they did, the orange Fred Flintstone costume not hiding much of his excitement despite it practically being a loose dress. He pushed open the door and barely gave Quinn time to step through the threshold before he pushed her up against the entryway wall, attacking her neck and letting his hands roam.

Quinn smiled and moaned, the feeling of his lips a most welcome sensation as he continued to venture lower. She decided she wanted to draw it out a bit longer, pushing away from him and walking into the kitchen, leaving him standing there confused. He followed her and watched her grab a soda from the fridge, Quinn cracking it open and taking a drink, licking her lips seductively as she pulled the can away. She decided to play coy, sashaying past his stunned appearance before making her way to the living room and flipping on the TV, pretending not to notice him gaping at her for rebuking his advances.

Puck just stood there staring at her for a moment, wondering how she went from practically purring under his lips a few moments ago to almost completely ignoring him. He wandered over to where she sat, sidling up next to her and caressing her shoulders, his lips finding the familiar spot below her ear again, "Baby, you know you want to. And you still owe me one."

"I don't remember making that promise," she teased, pretending to be interested in the old school Jetson's cartoon on TV.

"You may not have specifically promised it, but it was implied. You didn't say no when I brought it up earlier. Plus, you still haven't told me what kind of print you panties are."

"I told you, I can't say what print they are," she groaned as his hands wandered down her sides, Puck's lips working their magic on her neck and collarbone.

"And why not? That's not very fair."

She shot him a seductive glance, biting her lip in the process, "Because I'm not wearing any."

Puck's movements stilled completely as he drew back to look her in the eye, Quinn simply smirking as she went back to watching TV. Puck was wound way too tight for this kind of act she was putting on, feeling like he was going to explode if he didn't bury himself in her sometime soon. He snatched the remote and turned the TV off, grabbing her around the waist and yanking her to straddle his lap.

Quinn giggled as he attacked her lips, his kisses hard and desperate as he tried to unknot the tie holding the shoulder strap of her dress up. He finally got it undone and stripped it down her arm, pulling the white material down her body to pool around her waist. Quinn shivered as the cool air hit her overheated skin, Puck's enthusiasm exciting her more and more as he struggled with his costume.

She grabbed his tie and pulled him in for a kiss, their tongues dueling as they fought for dominance. Puck's arms slipped around her sides, his fingers caressing her back before unclasping her bra and pulling it away from her body in one foul swoop. He pulled back from the kiss and admired her chest, his lips honing in on her left breast as he attacked it with his mouth, his tongue circling her nipple a few times before pulling the nub in between his lips and suckling deeply.

A guttural moan left Quinn's throat as he continued to attend to her breasts, Puck switching off between the two nipples as he cupped her backside, pulling her dress up from around her legs and exposing her center. His fingers found their way into her folds, slipping easily thorough her slit as he massaged her clit.

Quinn jumped at the contact, his fingers working their magic as she ground herself into him, her hands sliding down to the bottom hem of his costume before she yanked on it, Puck sitting up slightly so she could pull it up to his waist. Her hips began to buck against his fingers and she felt the pressure begin to build, needing to feel him inside of her as soon as possible.

She lifted her hips slightly and grasped the front of his boxers, working them down far enough to expose him, her fingers wrapping around his thickness and stroking him a few times before she wrenched his face back up to kiss him hard.

Puck groaned and bucked into her hand, "Baby, I need you so bad right now."

"Mmm, me too," she whimpered, "Condom?"

Puck was too wrapped up in trying to get her inside and get her naked that he totally forgot his wallet in his car, one of his last remaining condoms tucked nicely inside. He slammed his head back against the couch cushions, "Fuck! No, it's in the car."

He began to slow his ministrations, wondering how fast he could run out there and back inside before Quinn pulled back slightly. He was about to let out a groan of frustration when she leaned back in some feat of flexibility that had him thanking all of the years of gymnastics, Quinn grabbing at her purse she had discarded by the side of the couch and rifling through until she found what she was looking for.

She handed him the foil packet and kissed him hard, Puck tearing it open and sheathing himself before she shifted her hips, lifting up and impaling herself down onto him.

Puck let out a sharp hiss and Quinn's back went rigid, pausing to let her body adjust to the sensation of utter fullness before grinding into him, her hips rotating around in a sinuous figure-eight. Puck gripped her hips and thrust up into her, Quinn keening his name as he picked up the pace. Quinn met him thrust for thrust as he slammed up into her, her breathing labored as she slid up and down against him.

She reached out and clasped his shoulder, her fingers tangling into the furry costume as it bunched under her grasp. This whole sensation was new to them as they usually did their business in a bed completely naked, but this time, the costumes were providing a bit of a challenge considering their position on the couch. Yet it didn't seem to matter as they continued to move, Quinn yanking on Puck's tie harder and pulling him in toward her chest again. Puck continued to pump into her, her slick wet heat engulfing him as he felt the telltale signs that she was close.

His lips ghosted over her collarbone again before he attached them to the hollow of her throat, his hips ramming up into her once, twice… three more times before he exploded, filling the condom. He felt her inner walls clamp around him before she let out a cry, her nails embedding themselves in the back of his head and neck as she came hard against him.

She continued to clutch him as her breathing slowed, Puck peppering her chest with light kisses as she gently untangled herself from him. Quinn giggled as she took in their appearances, noting the crumpled costumes and the light sheen of sweat on Puck's brow. She felt somewhat bad for him as that costume was probably pretty hot, but he would be able to take it off soon enough so he would survive. Plus, she had to admit, the tie was definitely handy when she needed something to grab onto.

He looked up at her and grinned, "So Wilma, what should we do now?"

She laughed and bit her thumb, "Well Fred, we are pretty much naked already..." she trailed off, pausing for a moment, "But we should probably take this party elsewhere. I don't think your mom would appreciate us getting freaky on the couch again."

"Probably not," he replied, standing and hoisting her up with him, her legs wrapping around his waist.

Before he could make it very far, Quinn's stomach rumbled loudly, Puck shooting her a look before laughing, "Was that you?"

She unhooked her legs and slid down his front, shrugging before pulling her dress back up a bit and smiling, "What can I say? I guess I worked up a dinosaur-sized appetite."

"Is that so?" he teased.

"Yep," she turned on her heel and walked into the kitchen, looking in the refrigerator for something to eat, "I am so hungry right now, I could eat an entire Bronto Burger."

He followed her and chuckled, "You're really getting into this Flintstones thing, aren't you?"

"Hey, it was my favorite cartoon growing up. It just seems more applicable right now," she chided, pulling out the fixings for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, "You want one?" she offered.

"Hell yeah, this is like the best post-sex service ever!"

She rolled her eyes, "Be careful what you say, I am holding a knife after all."

"Good point," he replied, stepping to the side and jokingly covering his man-parts, "So once you're done, wanna head upstairs for round two?"

"Well, I can't refuse an offer that enticing," she said, handing him his sandwich.

"I like your style."

She gave him a flirtatious glance before quirking her eyebrows and winking, "Oh hun don't worry, I plan on giving new meaning to the term 'Bedrock.'"

"Oh wow, are you gonna be doing this all night?"

She grabbed her sandwich and headed upstairs, "Yep, probably. You might as well get into the spirit because I want you to rock me back to the Stone Age, Mr. Flintstone."

He laughed and smacked her on the ass as he chased her upstairs, "Well in that case, Yabba Dabba Doo!"

A/N: My daughter went as Pebbles Flintstone for Halloween last year so I couldn't resist. Thanks again for reading! I hope you liked it! Now what age/scenario should I post next?