This is shorter than expected, but we're moving forward...

I don't own glee...

Enjoy!

Quinn struggled quell the slight bit of jealousy she felt a Puck enveloped Rachel into a huge hug swinging the pregnant woman around. She knew instinctively that there wasn't anything between the pair. Puck was married to Lauren (no matter how little sense that made to her) and Rachel loved her. There had never been a Puck and Rachel…well there had been but they were like eight at the time and it didn't count because it had only lasted a fourth of July weekend due to Puck goosing Rachel's cousin. Still, the elation that lit her girlfriend's face at the sight of the formerly mohawked man made her frown slightly.

Rachel was entering her third trimester and Doctor Farley was almost certain that the triplets weren't going to make it to term. Rachel had already taken a sort of maternity leave from Divas, Inc. Sort of meaning that she no longer over saw the Open Mics and only worked twice a week and most of that was from home. They'd had a huge argument about that arrangement. Rachel had felt like she was being coddled and she hadn't liked it one bit and Quinn had determinedly admitted that she was in fact being coddled and she might as well get used to it. Talk about the wrong thing to say, it had taken both Mercedes and Artie to calm the brunette down and get her to the point where she understood that Quinn was just worried about her and the babies and being slightly overprotective.

Quinn ran fingers through her hair and waited for the pair to reach her. She'd managed to convince Lauren to allow her husband to come to New York to basically be Rachel's slave when she and the others had to work. Lauren had particularly been amused at Puck as Rachel's slave; she knew how demanding the small woman could be and had been completely excited at the prospect.

Quinn knew that sitting around the house wasn't the diva's style, but Dr. Farley had said take it easy and that's exactly what Quinn intended for her to do even if she had to tie her down.

"Hey, Q." Puck smiled hugging the blonde and disrupting her thoughts of the perfect knots to use in case she needed to restrain Rachel.

"Puckerman, I see the ball and chain let you escape." She smirked when he released her.

"Yeah it was weird how easily she said yes…" He shrugged easily and grabbed the pull handle of hiss suitcase.

"Yeah, weird…" Quinn chuckled to herself threading her fingers with Rachel's and leading them towards the exit.

"Jesus, Q, you tricked me!" Puck yelled at her later that week when she arrived at Rachel and Artie's place after closing up the café. The man looked positively worn out. He had a smear of some sauce across his left cheek and was breathing hard.

"Evening, Puck." Quinn replied sweetly moving past him and into the living room where Rachel was wrapped on the couch watching some old romantic comedy with a dopey smile on her face.

"Hey, baby." Quinn leaned down to kiss the woman lightly and smiled when Rachel murmured her own hello against her lips.

"How was you day?" She prompted her girlfriend to sit up and then sat down with the brunette's head in her lap.

"Boring…and I think Noah's angry with me." Rachel mumbled eyes still focused on the tv screen.

"Why would he be angry with you?" Quinn brushed her fingers through brown locks.

"Because I'm hormonal and prone to being slightly demanding and I think today I finally hit his limit." Rachel sniffled.

"That right, Puckerman, are you at your limit?" Quinn chuckled.

"Aww Jew babe don't like cry okay, everything's all good…nothing the Puckster can't handle." He came around the couch to crouch in front of Rachel.

"I know I'm just a big, fat wreck…" Rachel moaned clutching at Quinn's kneecap.

"Rach, you're not fat and you're not a wreck and Puck adores you…crazy demands and all," Quinn kissed just below the diva's ear, "right Puck?"

"Of course I do. Hey, when Lauren was pregnant with the twins she had me running around all day and night. She was way harder to handle than you are and she was violent…promise." He shrugged with a lopsided smile.

"On time she sent me out for three pizzas and when I brought them back I found her crying in my recliner and then when I went to hug her she demanded that I never touch her again because it was my fault that she was possessed by my seed." He and Quinn laughed and then Rachel finally joined in, perfectly able to imagine a pregnant and mean Zizes.

"And there was the time she threw a vase at me. I thought buying her flowers would be a romantic gesture and make her smile, but all it did was manage to piss her off and she goes and lobs the vase at me flowers and all." He shrugged again and Rachel howled with laughter hoping that she never reached that point in her pregnancy where she was so hormonally imbalanced that she began to throw things.

"I'm a saint in comparison." Rachel smiled wiping her eyes.

"I wouldn't say saint…" Quinn trailed off and received a slap on the knee from her girlfriend "…see already starting to become violent."

"I am not violent." Rachel huffed pouting.

"Clue, Jewbabe, the pout only works if she can see it." Puck replied with a smirk rising and leaving the duo alone.

"Quinn..?" Rachel spoke barely above a whisper when she was sure the man was gone.

"Hmm?" The blonde replied threading her fingers through her girlfriend's bangs.

"I'm scared..."

Quinn kissed the side of the other woman's head again. "Tell me about it."

"I'm loud and annoying and I just know I'm going to be as overprotective as my Daddy...what if I become one of those big-haired showbiz moms."

"Well," Quinn paused thoughtfully, "you are loud..." Rachel smacked her knee again "and this violent streak you're developing isn't helping at all, but you also one of the most dedicated and caring people I know so I think these kids are going to be super spoiled and completely happy. Besides if you start breaking out the hairspray I'm pretty sure Santana will set your hair on fire..."

"She would wouldn't she." Rachel twisted so that she was facing upwards and Quinn leaned over and kissed the smaller woman.

"Yeah, but you know I wouldn't let anything happen to you...any of you." Quinn's smile widened when she felt a corresponding kick underneath the palm that had been resting on Rachel's stomach.

"Apparently, they know..." Rachel smiled easily, snuggling into the warmth of Quinn's torso and allowing her fears to ease away.

So sweet moments and got Puck to NYC just in time for the incoming drama and angst...

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