Disclaimer: Still don't own Glee.

Puck groans, rubbing sleep from his eyes. Beth's up again and just like the last two times, so is he. He sighs, relieved that he sees the sun come peaking through the hospital curtain. Although, the sight of it means that he'll have to be up for good now. The idea isn't exactly too exciting to come to terms with. But drag himself out of bed he does. He can't help the small smile that graces his face when he takes in Quinn's sleeping figure out of the corner of his eye. For the first time in a while, she looks peaceful. A meek string of cries forces Puck to divert his attention.

"I'm up, I'm up," he mumbles. As he picks her up, Puck settles himself in the chair again, the gentle rock he's started, making him fight the urge to close his eyes. He has no idea why he's so tired all of a sudden. He's gone days without sleep trying to absorb the information in textbooks that he can never fully grasp. He would never tell anyone as much. As far as they knew, he was a partier. If they find out that he actually put more effort into academic than he needs to, his slim reputation becomes nothing.

Without even realizing it, he's started the opening cords to what he and Quinn have decided, is Beth's song. He laughs quietly to himself. How could it not be? The song gave her a name and (though it took a lot more work than he originally thought it would) gave him a second shot at being the man that Quinn deserved. He hears her mumble from across the room and raises his head.

"You know, if we keep that consistent enough, her first word might actually be her own name," she laughs. Puck just shrugs.

"It calms her," he mutters. Slowly, she gets up and shuffles over to where the two of them are sitting. Taking in her "fresh from sleep" image, he smirks. The sour look on her face never gets old. "Sleep better?" he asked. She nods mutely and just watches them. Puck's playing with her feet again. She smiles, tearing up a little. If what she'd seen in the last 24 hours was any indication, Puck's inner softy would be radiating more and more as time went on.

"I can't wait to sleep in my own bed," she mumbles, a soft pop echoing from her neck. He eyes her carefully. Since their last big blow, (just two days before she went into labor) they haven't exactly been civil with one another. Until now, he's just realized that Quinn's still living with Mercedes.

"Not that I'm complaining," he starts, "but why did you tell your mom you were living with me?" She offers him a cheeky smile and shrugs.

"Maybe I wanted to rub it in a little," she admits. He smirks. Puck can't help feeling a little proud. She's been a lot ballsier lately. He can't help thinking that some of it's probably his doing.

"Do you...?" he starts. He's not exactly sure how to ask her if they're actually going to live together. He doesn't want to make decisions for her. "Are we...?" Quinn chuckles as the man of few words can't even let one sentence come out.

"I'm going to let Mercedes know that, though her hospitality has been more than wonderful, her house isn't the right place anymore," she says. He nods, somewhat annoyed with himself that he couldn't just ask her. In his experience, he could talk it up for hours to get a girl in his corner. As she did with every other aspect, Quinn proved to be nothing like that. The smooth talker that he normally is, has become a stumbler.

"If that's what you want," he says with a shrug. "I could go either way." Secretly, he's more than glad that she's decided that they should live together. That makes them seem more like a family.

"It's what I want," she confirms with a nod. "Hey, I'm gonna go take a quick shower to wake myself up. I should be out in ten." He sighs while looking down at Beth. The little girl doesn't realize that it's because of her that he still can't "help" Quinn. "Tonight," she whispers. He raises his brow, making sure that he's actually heard her right. "The roller coaster ride is gonna be open for another couple of days," she promises. Puck smirks, giving silent thanks to lingering pregnancy hormones. When she's turned around, he can't help that his eyes are admiring her swaying hips and-dare he risk thinking about it-her ass. When Quinn finally closes the door behind her, Puck turns to Beth who's just staring up at him.

"Little cockblocker," he whispers. A gentle knock alerts him to a visitor. It's the morning shift nurse who's come to check on Quinn. "She's in the shower," he supplies, knowing who she's come for. This one's a lot older and just smiles quietly.

"Did you all get a goodnight's rest?" she asks. He nods, finally allowing himself to pull his gaze from Beth. Puck wants to be honest and tell her how crappy a sleep they had but he knows that'll get him in trouble. Not only would Quinn yell at him for being an idiot (which really he doesn't mind. It puts that fire back in her eyes.) But he'd also feel kind of pad. "Is she in any pain?" Puck raises his brow.

"Shouldn't you be asking Quinn these kinds of questions?" She smiles softly, an apologetic smile on her face.

"I'm sorry. This is making you feel a little uncomfortable, isn't it?"

"Not uncomfortable. Just...I think it'd be better if you waited for her to tell you all this herself. I'm not her so it's hard to know." The woman nods just as Quinn pulls out of the bathroom, dressed with dripping hair, towel around her shoulders. Puck has suddenly grown uncomfortable again and shifts a little. How the hell is it that everything she does affects me like this? It can't be normal.

"Good morning Quinn. How are you feeling?" She offers the nurse a soft smile and greeting as she walks over to stand beside Puck. Without a word, he offers her the baby as she settles in the visitor's chair. She offers him a smile in thanks and readjusts the towel sitting on her shoulders. As she does, Puck catches another whiff of her shampoo. "Not much has changed," she says honestly. "Still sore and my shoulders are a little stiff." Puck silently rubs her shoulder. A subtle nod is his thank you.

"I may work here but I have to admit that these beds aren't too comfortable." Quinn sees him smirk out of the corner of her eye and glares at him. She's seen him opening his mouth to reply but he shuts it at the sight of her glare.

"It's just nice to be in your own bed," she says. The woman nods, writing down the last of the information.

"Well, it looks like we're going to have to get you out of here," she says. "I'll have the doctor run your discharge forms and you should be good to go."

"Thank you." Once the door had closed behind her, Quinn lets out a heavy sigh. "This is actually happening," she whispered. "I'm kind of nervous," she says releasing a shaky breath. Puck nods and comes around to face her.

"Me too," he says quietly. "We got this though."

"I don't know," she sighed. "We have no idea what we're doing. Once we take her home, it's just us. No hospital staff to help us when we screw up."

"There's no doubt we're gonna screw up," he admits. "But we figure it out. It's not like it's just you and me, Quinn. We've got help."

"I know," she whispers. "I just...I don't know if I..."

"You're going to be a kickass mom," he says. She laughs, rolling her eyes. Again, he's figured out what she has to say without her saying everything. At times, it creeps her out to know how well he can read her. Though, she has to admit, her thoughts haven't changed much beyond the fear of not being good enough, for a while. Maybe he just knows because she's voiced the same fear so many times.

"We'll see," she smiles.

"You will," he whispers. She sighs, not quite sure she completely believes him. She hasn't exactly had any experience. The one night she babysat for Mr. Schue's in-laws (whose children she still believes are spawns of the devil) didn't really count. It was Puck's idea to sing to them. If it weren't for his quick thinking, they would have stayed hog-tied in those chairs until their parents got home. Their home, quite possibly suffering hundreds of dollars in damage. Quinn smiles, begrudgingly accepting his reassurances. The nurse reappears, a warm smile on her face.

"Looks like you're all set to go," she says. The two thank her as Puck takes to packing up her things. The only reason she isn't doing any of it herself is because he's already started and truthfully, she's not ready to part with Beth just yet. From where she's sitting, she can't help eyeing him carefully. Feeling her eyes on him, Puck turns around with a smirk on his face.

"I'm not gonna touch your delicates," he promised. Quinn blushes a flaming read, throwing her head in the nurse's direction. She sighs with relief when she sees that they're alone again. "Don't worry. I made sure she was gone before I said something like that."

"If I wasn't holding the baby, I would smack you so hard right now," she growled. He just smiles, taking a minute to look at the coloring he's put in her face. Quinn scowls, turning her attention to the door. She groans when she sees the wheelchair sitting up against the wall. "Do I really have to ride out in that?" she sighed.

"Mom says it's hospital policy or some shit." Packing up the last of her things, Puck sets the grocery bag at her feet. All she has is the yellow dress that all the girls wore to competition and a change of clothes that she demanded he bring for her during one of his mandatory breaks from the nursery. He smirks, remembering how the dress hugged her tightly, giving him a prominent view of her chest.

"Can we just go? I'm starting to think the smell of antiseptic is creeping into my skin." He nods, watching her sink into the chair tiredly. Coming up behind her, he wheels her out of the room. The chill of the hall makes her shiver causing Puck to stop. Quickly, he takes off his Letterman jacket, throwing it over her shoulders. It's then that he notices the fact that her hair still hasn't completely dried. Quinn takes a second to smile at him softly before they continue toward the nurse's station.

"Wait here," he instructs when they've finally reached the intended destination. She nods, resting her head against the back of the chair. When he's finally out of earshot, Quinn turns her attention to the sleeping baby in her arms.

"I don't know what's wrong with me," she sighs. "Your daddy's so good to me. Why'd I think Finn would be a better father?" She gets no answer and simply brushes her finger gently across her cheek. "He wanted to name you Drizzle..." she says with a roll of her eyes. "At least Puck wanted to give you a name that actually existed. He was inspired by a bottle of whiskey but still."

"I say, when she's old enough we get a dog and name it Jack Daniels," he suggests, coming up behind her.

"Why?"

"'Cause it's badass," he said simply.

"I'm not naming any potential pets after alcoholic drinks," she said sternly.

"Oh, come on," he smirked. "We don't even have to call him that. We could call him JD or something. No reference to heavy whisky at all."

"You named Beth already," she pointed out.

"You like the name. I believe it was I who brought tears to those gorgeous eyes," he whispered huskily. Quinn's cheeks run a deep red as she shoves him playfully.

"I was hormonal," she mumbled. "I cried if I chipped a nail."

"Mhm. Say all you want, baby. You know I'm going to sway you eventually," he smirked. Quinn just glared at him. Puck laughed quietly. As much fun as it was to get her riled up, he knew he'd end up caving for Team Quinn. For the last eight months, she's had him attending her every concern, her every desire. The guys would call him whipped to the nth degree. He'd deny it, like he knows he should. Deep down though, he knows he is and as much as he shows that it bothers him, somehow, he doesn't mind it. Both are stubborn beyond any measure but when it comes down to it, she's always been in charge. She just rolls her eyes, pointing to the hospital entrance.

"I believe we have somewhere to be," she prompted. He nods, continuing their journey to the outside world. Coming up to his truck, he opens her door before taking his little girl. Quinn settles in as Beth changes hands one more time.

"Just give me a minute to install the car seat." She nods, craning her neck to watch him. Really, there's nothing else to do. It's either stare ahead or try and calm these...urges. Puck's much better landscape to set her eyes on anyway. "Fuck," he mumbles. She giggles as he watches her suck his wounded knuckle, that's just been caught between the seats.

"Noah..." she warns teasingly. She hates it when he swears and he knows it.

"Not now, Quinn," he growls. "This thing's not latching right and I just jammed my finger. I'm not responsible for anything that comes out of my mouth right now." She just sighs, watching as he struggles with it for another three minutes before finally pulling out of the car. "Goddammit!" he groans. He's managed to hit his head on the roof of the car.

"Just come get your daughter so we can leave this parking lot," she sighs. "I'm getting hungry." He nods, carefully strapping Beth in her chair. After he's done so, he admires her face for a couple of seconds and brushes a thumb across her forehead. Coming around to the driver's side, he finally starts the engine. Out of habit, he revs and swings out of the parking spot. Glancing behind him for oncoming cars, his eyes wander to the little girl in the backseat.

Almost immediately, he's crawling out of the parking lot. Quinn sighs when she realizes that the speedometer has only reached ten miles an hour.

"You do know you can move a little faster, right?" Puck just ignores her, adding an extra two miles to his current speed. Quinn just throws her head back, in no mood to argue with him. She smiles. His hands, usually so confident in everything he does, have a slight tremor to them. Quietly, she takes one of them in hers to stop the shaking. "Somebody's a little nervous," she whispered. He glances over at her and she can't help laughing at the hint of fear in his expression. "You can press down a little harder on the peddle, Puck. She'll be fine."

They're only half way home twenty minutes later, cars already starting to honk in frustration. Puck doesn't seem to notice or care as someone behind them, cuts him off. A finger solute is his only reply.

"Some people have no fucking patience," he mumbled.

"Puck, we're the only car on the road that's going at fifteen miles an hour. I think I just saw a biker walk alongside us and he's already long gone." Once they've hit a red light, he turns around doing a cursory check on Beth, who he sees is still asleep. Given the green light, he pulls up beside a man who looks to be in his early sixties, top down on his convertible. He cringes and quickly looks away.

"People that old, shouldn't be driving sports cars. It ain't right."

"Teenagers shouldn't be the ones holding up traffic so old guys like him can pass us by about twenty miles. "You know, we've been here long enough that I really have to pee now. You wanna switch so we can get home before the stars come out?"

"No."

"Honestly Puck. Picking up to the addressed speed limit isn't going to hurt her. She's fine," Quinn repeats for the fifth time since they've gotten into the truck. "Red light," she mumbles. Having almost gone through it, he's forced to come to come to a sudden stop. While waiting, he turns to make sure she's okay (for what Quinn believes is the sixth time). "She's fine," she growls.

"I just wanna make sure she's safe!" he defended.

"She's strapped in, Puck. The only way she's going to move is if we take her out or we somehow go flying through the windshield.

"Fuck, Quinn. Don't say stuff like that!"

"At the rate you're going, we'll be more than okay," she laughed. "But in all seriousness, my bladder isn't happy. Peddle to the meddle, please!" He groans, finally allowing himself to crawl up to the marked speed limit. "Thank you."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," he mumbles.

"Get us home in five minutes and I'll thank you properly," she whispered. Puck's eyes go wide, as a smirk comes across his face. Without realizing it, he's revved the engine, now a perfect match with all the other drivers. For a couple of minutes he passes all of his automotive competitors, given the perfect incentive to breeze right through.

"That's really low, Fabray," he grumbled. She laughs, taking in the small bulge in his pants. Her right hand hasn't moved from his knee, and not at any point is he ready to get her to keep it to herself.

"It's working, isn't it?" she smirked.

"You're such a bitch," he whispered.

"A bitch that has a pair of very lacy panties that she left at your house," she whispered.

"Damn...Can I take you up on you driving the rest of the way home?"

"Oh no, I can hold it. Just keep driving." The frustration only grew as he tried to remember which lace she was talking about. He soon realized he didn't really care. A chick in lace was enough to make him wish he was already in the room, both of them stripped to nothing with Quinn still wearing the torturous piece of clothing along with the matching bra he knew she had.

"Yeah well, I don't know if I can say the same," he muttered.

"Just another ten miles," she encouraged.

"Ten miles, ten miles, ten mother fuckin' miles..." Quinn smiled to herself. There was no doubt she still had to use the bathroom desperately. The torturing outweighed by far too much. Five minutes later, they pulled into the driveway, Puck voicing his gratefulness with what Quinn believed to be something like "Thank God." "I'll get her out, you go get naked," he demanded.

"I'm gonna use the bathroom first," she said.

"Fine," he sighed. "Just be dressed in your sexy little number before I get up there."

"Yes sir."

"Good girl," he smirked, kissing her collarbone lightly. He smiled against her neck when he felt her tense. "There's a lot more where that came from," he whispered.

A/N: Pass? Fail? Let me know, please! :)