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Quinn made her way down the hall, having been searching for Puck and finally finding him at his locker.
"Hey," she said as she walked up to him, "guess what?"
"You're secretly giving birth to twins and we're gonna live out The Parent Trap?"
"I-wait, what? No, you're ridiculous and our baby better not be a ginger," she said as they walked down the hall, Puck laughing while she smacked him, "Mercedes and the rest of Glee club want to throw us a baby shower this Saturday! Now we're not supposed to know, but Brittany let it slip during Biology. Isn't that sweet!" Quinn noticed Puck didn't look thrilled, nodding along while staring at the ground.
"Or not," she mumbled, Puck finally turning to face her and sighing.
"I kind of agreed to hang out with dad this weekend," he said slowly, "He's in this fishing tournament thing and he asked me to join him. I can't bail now Quinn, and plus I'm actually kinda stoked about it." Quinn's stomach churned as he said this, the image of his father popping into her mind.
She had yet to tell Puck about the conversation she had overheard, or about the creepy moment that had followed. He had been so happy lately, Quinn knowing it was because he had his dad back, and she didn't want to ruin that or bring him down. While she had been supportive, Puck had been spending more and more time with his dad, with Quinn trying not to feel left out. She knew that with everything with the baby and his still tattered friendship with Finn, Puck had needed another male companion in his life. She had understood his need to relax and take his mind off of reality for a bit, so she had decided to let things be. She had swore though, that the second another weird thing happened she would tell Puck everything, no matter how much he needed a dad or not.
"Oh, ok," she forced out, "that's ok."
"Quinn I'll cancel," he said, able to see through her act right away, "We can do something next weekend."
"No really, go be with your dad Puck," she insisted, plastering on the biggest smile she could muster up, "Besides, guys don't really come to baby showers anyway, Kurt being the exception."
"You sure?" he asked once more.
"Positive," she lied.
Quinn had been wrong. Not only was the baby shower huge, but every boy she knew was there. Not only had Mercedes invited the Glee club, every member down to Mr. Schue attending, but she had also managed to get every Cheerio there as well. Even a few of the celibacy club members and football team came, Quinn more than shocked by the turnout.
"Mercedes you seriously didn't have to do this," she said while pulling her aside, "I mean its too much, I don't even know where to begin thanking you."
"Well, Mercedes is a beautiful name you know," she said winking.
"Noted," Quinn smiled, "really, thank you so much." She leaned in to hug her friend, interrupted not a moment later by the call of Rachel.
"Alright Quinn, its time for presents!" She made her way into the living room, sitting down as she handed her bag after bag. Pink dresses, bottles, diapers, toys that were cute and toys that were loud covered the living room, Quinn overwhelmed by the amount of gifts she had gotten.
"Everyone, thank you all so much," she said to the crowd as she set down her last box, "Again, I really couldn't have asked for more."
"Well there's one more thing," Tina said as she turned to the kitchen. Matt and Mike emerged, in their hands a baby crib. It was white with a ballerina mobile, filled to the top with pink blankets, pillows and stuffed animals.
"Oh my God," Quinn cooed as they set it down, feeling tears trickling down her cheeks, "Guys this is perfect." She ran her hands over a soft blanket, picking it up to see it was monogrammed with each Glee club members name.
"Now she'll always have us with her," Artie said smiling. Quinn continued to cry as she hugged them each, more than grateful for her friends.
The shower soon ended and everyone bid goodbyes, Finn offering to stay behind and help Quinn sort through her presents.
"Is this a baby beer funnel?" he asked awkwardly, turning an object in his hands over and over.
"Finn, that's a breast pump," Quinn answered while laughing, "I'll use that to-"
"Ah, ok, ok, I get it!" he said frantically, throwing the gift back down and wiping his hands off, "No need to explain." The two continued sitting there, Quinn laughing hysterically while Finn tried to make heads and tails of her baby items.
"So are you ready?" he asked, "I mean it won't be much longer."
"Yes, I am so ready," Quinn breathed while sorting through a pile of clothes, "Maybe more so because I'm tired of being a blimp, but I can't wait for her to get here."
"Have you got a name yet?"
"Please, Puck and I couldn't agree on a name if it meant the end of the world. Right now he's stuck on Stevie and I can't convince him otherwise." Finn laughed, his face changing at the mention of his former best friend.
"Quinn, not to be nosy but, where is Puck?"
"Uh, he had this uh this thing with his dad," she said while avoiding his eyes, "This fishing thing he agreed to go to."
"So…he blew off your baby for fish?"
"No," Quinn sighed, "He didn't blow us off he just, you know, needs to spend some time with his dad. Plus I told him to go, I didn't really think it'd be this big of a deal." Finn nodded along, Quinn knowing he didn't understand or care to.
"Look there's a lot they need to fix and, well with his dad being sick and all-"
"Wait, what?" Finn asked while chuckling, "His dad's sick?"
"Yeah," Quinn nodded, "Cancer I think, and so he's making amends I guess before…you know…" Finn continued to stare at her in confusion, scrunching his face oddly.
"Why? Why do you ask?"
"No, nothing I just-"
"What? Just what?"
"Well," he said slowly, now avoiding her gaze and shuffling with a box nervously, "the other night me and Kurt's dad went out, the game was on and Kurt was watching the season finale of some modeling thing, so we went to that sports bar downtown." Quinn motioned for him to continue, wondering just where he was heading with his story.
"Anyways I saw his dad there, throwing 'em back and hustling pool, laughing and carrying on with a couple of guys there. He had obviously gotten in a little trouble because he and another guy got thrown out for fighting with each other." Finn looked up to see the expression on Quinn's face, knowing he had hit a sore subject for her.
"Look I don't know, maybe he's just celebrating big you know? But it just seems to be a far cry from a guy who's dying of cancer." Quinn went to ask something when she heard the door open, Puck's voice echoing down the small hall.
"Hey babe, how was the shower?" He entered the living room and his happy expression quickly changed, finding the two of them alone not sitting well.
"What are ya'll doing?" he asked, setting his bag down and looking around.
"Finn was just helping me organize all this," she said while standing, hoping to smooth the awkward situation over as much as possible.
"Yeah, I was just going," he muttered, getting up and hugging Quinn, "Today was great, let me know if you need anything." He nodded to Puck before leaving, Quinn wishing he had been able to finish his story.
"Wow," Puck said as he took in the living room, "you scored some serious swag mama."
"I know! I think we're set for the first five years alone."
"So this is all from the Glee club?"
"Uh, not exactly," she said hesitantly, "turns out Mercedes invited a few other people. Couple Cheerios, some celibacy club members, maybe a few football players-"
"I thought you said it was gonna be small?" he asked upset, "I mean this sounds like a big deal-"
"-because it was," she snapped, not meaning to be so frustrated.
"Whoa, wait a sec," Puck said as he faced her, "you said I could go, you said it was fine-"
"-and it is, but don't be mad at me for missing out on something when you chose to do it-"
"-I'm not mad, I just find it weird that of all the people here you wind up alone with Finn at the end of the day-"
"-so this is what you're really mad about? Ok Puck, real mature." She walked past him and headed upstairs, trying not to cry as he followed behind.
"I'm just saying Quinn, how would you like it if you found me alone with Santana or something-"
"-well I didn't screw Finn, so I think there's a difference." Puck's face changed, Quinn realizing she had definitely pissed him off.
"Quinn I can't help that I've slept with other girls-"
"-and I can't help I've dated other guys, so I guess we're at a draw." The two stared at one another, Quinn sitting on their bed while Puck stood by the door. He was breathing heavily and crossing his arms while she tried to wipe away tears without him noticing.
"Look, I don't wanna fight with you," he said finally, "I'm sorry for missing today. I didn't mean to hurt you, but I need to spend time with my dad when I can ok?"
"I get it Puck, alright? I just…I don't know I just wanted you to choose me instead. Pick me, stay with me, but you feel this obligation to be at your dad's beck and call-"
"-the guys dying-"
"If he's even sick," she mumbled under her breath, not realizing Puck had heard her loud and clear.
"What'd you say?" he asked suddenly, walking towards her, "What did you just say?"
"Nothing," she said getting up, "pretend like I never opened my mouth-"
"No, I wanna hear it," he shot back, placing his hand on her arm to stop her, "Say it, say what's on your mind, please." Quinn turned around, knowing he was about to go from mad to heated.
"I said if he's even sick," she said lowly, "because I don't know if I believe him."
"I knew it," Puck laughed, "I knew you had a problem with him."
"Oh come on Puck, do you blame me? I mean first he just shows up, then he's taking these weird phone calls and saying these weird things-"
"Wait, what? What the hell?" Puck asked confused, "What phone calls, what weird things?" Quinn hadn't meant to blurt it out, but she figured she might as well put it in the open now.
"Look I overheard him on the phone the other night, and he was talking about being good for something and needing more time, I don't know! But it was weird and-"
"And what? You just forgot to mention this?"
"I didn't wanna ruin anything, you've been so happy!"
"Yeah, well that's kinda shot now so thanks." He walked past her and flung his bedroom door open, stomping down the stairs and out of the house. Quinn felt hot tears on her cheeks again and plopped down on the bed, wishing she had just kept her big mouth closed. She rolled over and grabbed a pillow, burying her face in it and sobbing. As she continued laying there she thought about what he said and how he left. Maybe Puck had believed her and that was why he stormed out. Or maybe he had known something was up and she confirmed it, Puck not being mad at her at all.
As Quinn tried to cheer herself up, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen. Sitting up quickly she placed a hand on her stomach, feeling another, then one more following close behind. Quinn groaned out in pain, sliding onto the floor and trying to catch her breath. She saw her cell and reached for it, quickly dialing Puck so he would come back to help her. With every ring of his phone the pain seemed to intensify, Quinn now screaming out for anyone to help her as she collapsed on the floor.
