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Dinner had been awkward. Just when Quinn thought the God awful silence would crush them all, someone would speak and try to force a conversation. No one at the table had anything to say to Puck's dad, nothing to relate to him with or even a common interest. While Quinn was glad to see Puck taking a chance, something had been off about the man at the end of the table that Quinn couldn't get over.

She had gone upstairs immediately after finishing dessert, claiming she was tired from swimming and wanted to shower. Her escape had left Puck with his father, his mom busying herself in the kitchen while the two talked. Quinn had wanted to hear what was going on, but the fear of sitting through more uncomfortable silence weirded her out. She decided to wait until he came up, badgering him then with all of her questions and concerns.

So Quinn waited. And waited. And just when she thought she couldn't wait anymore she did. Fed up and now hungry again, Quinn opened the door of Puck's room and squeezed her little head out, seeing if she heard anything. The dishwasher was running so any chance of Quinn hearing the two Puckermans was ruined, her now taking a chance on running into them.

She was about to step off the stairs when she heard low mumbling, planting herself against the wall and holding her breath. She focused and could hear the two talking, now wishing Puck had the octave of Kurt. He was saying something about Shuester. Or was it loser? She couldn't tell, leaning as far as she could without being seen. Wait, lady drama or baby mama? She almost cursed when the dishwasher shut off, silence now replacing the rumbling and letting Quinn hear Puck's voice.

"I just don't get why you never came back," he said lowly, "I mean if that was the reason then why not explain it to me and her? Why not fight for your kids and try to make amends?" Good for you, Quinn thought, leaning over more to hear.

"Aw hell son, you were better off with no dad than the one you had," his father muttered.

"You honestly think that?" Puck shot back, "You think I was better off alone than with you?"

"Well, I'm proud of the man you are," his father said softly, "and you didn't become him with my help." Quinn would've awed if she wouldn't have been heard, trying to hold back her reactions with her hand.

"Yeah I did," Puck replied, "because I learned from you all the things I don't wanna be." Another silence fell over them, both reeling from Puck's honesty.

"Noah listen," his dad said growing serious, "I didn't come here for your forgiveness or to create some magical father-son bond. I just…I just needed to be honest with you, see you at least one more time and tell you that I missed you and love you more than anything." She heard a chair slide and heavy feet thudding against the floor.

"Thanks for seeing me. I'm proud of you and the man you turned into, and I know you'll be an even better husband and father than I ever dreamed of." He began walking to the door when Puck spoke up, stopping him before he reached the door.

"She's the reason you know," he called out to his dad, "the reason why I decided to see you the other night. And tonight."

"Yeah?" The footsteps grew louder as they walked back to the table, Puck mumbling while Quinn listened intently.

"She uh, she told me I deserved the truth and that you owed me," he said while his dad slid his chair back out, "that I should at least give you a shot so you could give me that much."

"Well she sounds smart," his dad said while sitting back down, 'and feisty, now those are the ones to hold onto." Puck chuckled as he began talking about Quinn and the baby, telling his dad all about their Finn drama and how they had plotted to give the baby to Terri.

"Well goddamn Noah, sounds like one of those soap shows," his dad laughed.

"I know right. But she got it together, for me too, straightened me out and made me realize what I wanted. Sometimes I swear she knows me better than I know myself." Quinn hated her hormones and the fact that they made her such a cry baby, wiping a tear from under her eye as he talked about her.

"Look, I've realized thanks to her that not everyone gets a second shot with their dads," he said growing serious, "and while I don't trust you or forgive you…I can try." Quinn gasped loudly and quickly covered her mouth, shocked to hear her Noah Puckerman giving anyone anything resembling a second chance.

"I'm not saying I'm gonna start calling you pops and going fishing," he continued while his dad laughed, "but it'd be alright if my kid had a grandpa."

"I'd like that," she heard his dad say finally. They sat there for a little bit longer, Puck's father finally making the move and getting up.

"Well I'm beat," his dad said while getting up, "I'm gonna head back to the motel." Puck's chair now slid, and Quinn could see their shadows heading towards the door.

"Hey, one more question," Puck said while opening the door, "why don't you wanna do the treatments?" His father sighed and made a grumbling noise, Quinn confused as to whether he was transforming or answering.

"Its just my turn," he finally said, patting Puck on the shoulder and stepping out, "I'll see you later alright?" Quinn heard the door close and quickly tried to climb the stairs, hearing Puck's feet gaining on her rapidly.

"You can come down now," he called while flicking on the light. She turned around sheepishly, blushing while she waved.

"I was just thirs-"

"-being the worst spy ever?" Puck asked jokingly. She met him at the bottom and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"When did you know?"

"Whenever I mentioned giving it a shot," he said cockily, "what were you doing over here, Lamaze breathing?" She playfully smacked him while he shielded himself, Quinn pulling him back upstairs to their room.

"I'm happy that you're doing this," she said while opening the door, "but just be careful ok?"

"Wait wait, the girl who goes from encouraging me is now the girl warning me?" Puck asked while closing the door, "Kinda backtracking aren't you?"

"No," she said defensively, "I just know you're not a forgiving person and for you to try and do so is big. I don't want this to be the one time you open up and get hurt is all." Puck flashed her an odd face, Quinn groaning as she walked towards him.

"I want you to do this ok? I support you, hundred and ten." Puck pecked her while grabbing his towel and heading into the shower, Quinn sitting on the bed and thinking about how crazy things were getting. Her baby daddy drama was nothing compared to this, and while Quinn was truly happy for Puck, something still rubbed her wrong about Noah's dad. Maybe she was just being protective, seeing as they had been through a lot together, or maybe there was something to her suspicion. Whatever it was, Quinn prayed her attempts to help Puck get over his issues didn't backfire, seeing as she would be the first to blame on his list.