A/N: Thank you so much for all the reviews and favorites and story alerts. I really do appreciate it. I'm not sure how long this story is going to be or exactly where I'm going to take it. This chapter just sort of came to me. I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. The title of the story is a song by Travis which I don't own. And the title of this chapter is a song by Better Than Ezra which I also don't own.

Chapter Two: Desperately Wanting

It had been a half hour, and Belle was still enthralled by the piano. Quinn was curled up on the couch, rubbing her temples gently, watching Noah and Belle slamming on the keys. He was making up silly songs and Belle hadn't stopped giggling the entire time.

"Time for a new toy, perhaps? I'm glad she loves the piano, but I'm starting to get a headache." she admitted softly. They made an adorable musical pair, but Quinn was in no mood to sit through this with a headache. He smiled over at her apologetically, nodding his head in agreement.

"Come on baby girl; let's go find a new toy." Belle shrieked in slight frustration as she was pulled away from the piano. Puck settled next to Quinn on the couch, pulling the diaper bag over with his foot. "How about…colorful keys?" He dangled the fluorescent toy keys in front of her and she grabbed at them eagerly. Belle settled herself comfortably, her back pressing into Puck's stomach, her fists clenched around the toy as she shook it. "Better?"

"Much. Thank you." An awkward silence fell between the two, neither of them knowing what to say. They rarely spent time alone together; generally surrounded by other people. Puck felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, causing Belle to jump slightly in surprise. She dropped the keys, digging gently at his pocket. A grin slid onto Puck's face as he lifted his phone from his pocket.

"This is daddy's phone. You have keys." As she rediscovered the bright keys, he read his text message. It was from Santana. She was stuck in the basement by herself and needed something to do. Quinn watched him stare at the phone and she shook her head in disgust. He didn't even have to say anything, she knew what he was doing. Apparently some things never changed. Puck could feel her eyes on him, practically burning a hole through him. He wasn't sure how, but it was clear that she knew. With a sigh he powered down his phone, catching her look of surprise out of the corner of his eye. "I've changed, ya know." And with a shrug of his shoulders, the silence surrounded them once more.

"You didn't have to do that…you don't owe me anything."

"I wanted to. That…that's my past." This wasn't always easy for him to accept. Most of his life had been spent sending dirty text messages and having sex with women twice his age. And now here he was, a father, trying to be a better guy for his daughter and the girl who wanted nothing to do with him.

"Sounds like you're turning into the guy I always knew you could be…" she whispered, pride and passion whirling around behind her deep brown eyes. "Belle needs a positive role model." she added simply, trying to detach herself.

"I didn't change just for Belle, Quinn." She knew what he meant, but decided to play clueless.

"Well of course you changed for yourself too. Having sex with middle aged women would only get you so far. And sexting won't really help as far as school is concerned." she rambled, avoiding his gaze.

"I changed for you, Quinn; for Belle and for you. Puckzilla changed for his girls." He couldn't help letting shreds of his past slip through. It was his way of dealing when things got too serious. It was a barrier of sorts; to keep him from revealing too many intimate details about himself.

"Too little too late, Puckzilla." she responded sarcastically, crossing her arms protectively in front of her chest. The walls he had knocked down were now rebuilt, and she was as cautious as ever. But he kept finding these cracks to slip through. Merely saying he changed for her wasn't enough. Who knew what he'd be like tomorrow… An agitated cry broke through the tension; Belle was hungry. "Shit." she mumbled, sitting up a bit and glancing around the basically empty basement.

"What's wrong?" he asked, brushing off her rejection.

"I have to microwave her bottle, and unless it's hiding somewhere you don't have a microwave down here." He flinched slightly at her harsh tone. For all the times Puck's old self slipped through, Quinn's past persona slipped through as well. "I have to breastfeed her." His eyes unintentionally lit up at the thought. "Avert your eyes." She stared at him firmly, waiting for him to turn his head.

"Not like I haven't seen them before." he muttered, receiving a slap to his bicep. He felt a slight breeze as she tugged her shirt over her head, dropping it gently onto the back of the couch. She reached out to Belle, pulling her into his arms.

"Don't look." she commanded. She adjusted herself slightly, shifting Belle in her arms. Puck swallowed the growing lump in his throat, trying to stop thinking about the fact that Quinn was topless a mere foot from him. "Okay. You can look." His inner thighs throbbed painfully as he shifted his head, reminding himself to not stare at her. He couldn't deny that it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. She was smiling down at Belle, her hair falling in soft waves over her exposed breast.

"Wow…" he whispered to himself, not intending to utter the word aloud. Quinn glanced up at him, blushing softly at his stares.

"Stop…you're making me self-conscious." she whispered, biting her lip and attempting to focus her gaze back on her daughter.

"You're beautiful." There was a word Puck never used…beautiful was a Noah word. Her heart pounded fiercely, the fluttering sensation expanding through her entire body. Of course this wasn't the first time he had noticed Quinn's beauty; but there was something about watching her feed their daughter that just triumphed every other moment. She had never looked more gorgeous to him than she did now. It seemed like every time she rebuked his advances he would come up with some simple plot to shift closer. There was this culmination of lust and love versus the reality battling in her head. Quinn wanted him, with every fiber of her being, but the risk was too great.

"Don't say things like that to me." she said, her voice soft but stern. "You're not allowed to say things like that to me."

"I'm not allowed to call the mother of my child beautiful? And why's that, Quinn?" he questioned, moving his body closer to hers. She was starting to cave, he could feel it.

"Would you like a list, Puck? If you really don't know than you're a bit more daft than I thought." She focused her eyes on Belle, who had fallen asleep. Everyone told her how fortunate she was that Belle slept so much. However, in this moment, she wished Belle didn't sleep as much. If the little girl was awake, this conversation wouldn't be happening. "Turn around. I need to get redressed." He did as he was told, averting his gaze once more as she tugged her bra and shirt back on. Quinn cradled Belle close to her chest, leaning back into the couch. Without a word Puck turned so he was facing the girls once more. His hand brushed through the tufts of hair on Belle's head, a gentle grin on his face. His eyes moved to meet Quinn's, his expression serious now.

"Well?" he asked, almost impatiently.

"Well what?"

"I believe you offered a list. So…reason number one?" An agitated sigh slipped from her lips. She stood up, setting Belle carefully in the car-seat, avoiding the question at all costs. Her lips pursed together as she got back into a standing position, refusing to turn around.

"Puck…I really don't want to talk about this right now." This pathetic attempt at keeping herself together was falling apart fast. She was crumbling, which was the last thing she wanted. The fact that Puck was an absolute jerk was replaying in her head; her sub-conscious reminding her why they weren't together. "It's just not the right time, okay?"

"It's never the right time with you, Quinn!" he exclaimed seriously, leaning forward a bit. He was tired of dancing around the subject; they had to talk about it. He couldn't take this anymore, this fearful…uncertain…heat between the two of them. Puck stood up and gripped her waist, pulling her to him in one swift motion. Maybe in a way he was taking advantage of her; she wasn't her strongest right now. But he wanted her. Scratch that, he needed her. His lips crashed into hers hungrily, tugging her body firmly against his own. She remained motionless as his lips moved over hers. His fingertips slid under her top, brushing against the bare skin of her hips. When his tongue brushed against her lower lip, she couldn't fight it anymore. Her arms clasped around his neck, and she kissed him back.

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