Author's note: In honor of Jordan Catalano, because in his dreams he always knew exactly what to say to Angela.

He was dreaming of Rachel. In this alternate universe, he hadn't stuck his foot in his mouth and they had laughed together over that stupid blog. He'd been able to tell her about the baby, and she hadn't flipped out on him. They'd ended up in each others arms on her bed, and after some serious making out, she had looked up at him with those big brown eyes and said… doorbell.

Doorbell? Why the hell would she say doorbell?

Slowly, his dream world began to fade, despite his best efforts to hold onto it.

*Brinng*

Crap. The doorbell. Puck rolled over and covered his head with the pillow, hoping the person would go away. Suddenly it occurred to him that it might be Rachel, and he bolted upright. Jumping out of bed, he pulled his jeans on, threw a shirt over his shoulder and ran for the door. His heart sank when he yanked it open and found Quinn Fabray glaring furiously at him.

"Oh, it's you."

"Gee, don't sound so excited," she said, as she pushed past him into the house.

Shutting the door, he followed her into the living room.

"Sure Quinn, come on in," he muttered.

"Shut up Puck," she snapped, "and for heaven's sake, put your shirt on."

Pulling the white T-shirt over his head, he smirked, "Am I distracting you?"

"No, I'm not nearly as impressed by your abs as some people."

"Huh?"

"Never mind," she said waving her dismissively. "How dare you ignore me?"

"I'm not at your beck and call, Quinn. I was planning on talking to you this afternoon. I was tired as fuck, and I figured it could wait."

"I'm the mother of your child, and I told you we needed we talk, and you figured it could wait?"

"Oh, so now it's my kid? What happened to Finn? Make up your mind Quinn."

Quinn stomped her foot. "Don't be stupid, you know this is your baby."

"Do I? I know it could be my baby, but hell, who knows."

"Excuse me?"

His lip curled up in a sneer, "You lied to Finn, who's to say you aren't lying to me? Maybe I wasn't the only guy you spread your legs for."

She looked stung. "Are you serious? I only lied to Finn because I don't want my child to have a loser for a father."

It took everything Puck had to stay calm. "Then why the hell are you here?"

He noticed her face was turning a weird green color, and she threw her hand up to cover her mouth. Grabbing her by the arm, he pulled her into the bathroom. She fell to her knees and hugged the bowl tightly. With a resigned sigh, Puck gathered her long blonde hair in his hands and held it back for her. The sound of her retching made him dizzy, so he slid down onto the floor with his back against the bathtub.

When she finally finished, he reached up and grabbed a hand towel from the rack and handed it to her. Sitting back on her heels, she wiped her mouth clean.

"Thanks," she said softly.

"Yeah well , my mom would have killed me if you puked in our living room."

A tiny smile teased the corner of her lips. "I could've found the bathroom, I meant thanks for holding my hair and stuff."

He shrugged. "I guess it's partly my fault you're sick."

Quinn lifted an eyebrow. "Partly?"

"Uh, yeah… you were there too, and don't give me that 'You got me drunk' crap."

"But…" she started, and then paused. Looking down, she whispered, "You're right."

"Huh? Could you speak up?"

Quinn snapped her eyes up. "I said you were right. There, are you happy?"

"I guess."

She looked down at her hands again, spinning the gold band she wore around her finger. Puck stared at her, but he had no idea what to say. She looked younger than usual, and he realized she didn't have any of that face paint crap on. It was weird, she was always so bitchy and beautiful, but now she just looked like a scared little girl. He leaned forward, wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him. He could feel her shaking and his shirt was getting wet from her tears. God, he hated it when chicks cried.

They sat like that, on the middle of his bathroom floor, for almost half an hour.

"Sorry," she said, when she finished crying, "Hormones.

"It's cool. I'm getting used to nutty chicks."

"Huh?"

"Never mind," he said, "So why did you come here?"

"I… I'm not sure really."

"What did you want to talk to me about?"

"I don't know. I just needed to talk to someone, I guess."

"Why me?"

"Because… well, because I don't have to pretend around you."

"Pretend to be what?"

"Perfect."

Puck laughed out loud.

"What's so funny about that?"

"Let's see, for starters, you're the president of the Celibacy Club, and you got knocked up by a guy who isn't your boyfriend. You're so far from perfect it's not even funny."

She started shaking, and he thought he'd made her cry again. He was about to apologize when she burst into a fit of giggles. She was laughing so hard she couldn't even breathe.

"Are all pregnant chicks this weird?" he asked.

That set her off again. When she finally caught her breath, she looked up at him, smiling.

"Do you love me?"

What the fuck? Where did that come from?

"I… uh,,, I…"

She stared at him expectantly.

Did he? A week ago he would have said yes, hell three days ago he would have said yes. He wanted to say yes, after all, she was the mother of his kid. But when he looked down at her, all he could think about was Rachel.

"No."

Her face fell, and she slowly pulled away from him. He felt like the biggest dick in the world.

"Is it because of how I treated you?" she asked.

Damn it. What the hell was he supposed to say? This was a hell of lot easier when they'd been yelling at each other. The bathroom suddenly felt like a prison cell.

"No… I mean yes and no. I cared about you, a lot. I still do, but…"

"But you never loved me. Do you think you could?"

Rachel's face flashed in his mind again.

He shook his head slowly. "But I'll take care of you if you want, the baby too."

She didn't say anything.

"Do you love me?" he asked. Fuck, where had that come from?

"I don't know," she said hesitantly, "but I think maybe I could."