Hello again. This chapter is going to be Puck taking care of poor, sick Quinn fluff. (Well, sort of fluff, because Quinn's sick, you know?) This chapter takes place right where the last one left off. I hope you all enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, nor will I ever. I also do not own Buzz Lightyear, although I'm pretty sure my little brother has his action figure.

Puck's POV

"I've come for you, m'lady. Beth's in her crib, now it's time for me to bring you into the house," I announced as I returned to the car to get Quinn.

"Very cute, Puck," she snarled as she got out of the car. Surprisingly, she let me pick her up with no protest.

"You're not acting like yourself," I commented.

"How many times do I have to tell you that I'm fine, Puck?"

"You're not fine, Quinn. You're so pale, I swear, you're whiter than St. James's smile. And you're also shaking a little bit, which honestly kind of scares me," I confessed.

"It's OK, Puck. We both know that this might happen a couple times, but it's just part of me getting better," she said in a soothing voice. How come she was the sick one, and she was comforting me?

"Well, let's get to work on getting you better," I said as I sat her down on the kitchen counter.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting you some medicine."

"Eww… your sister doesn't take pills so all you crazy Puckermans have are the liquid versions, which are disgusting."

"Sorry, Q, open up!"

"No."

"Come on, Quinn."

"No."

"It'll help you feel better."

"I politely decline your offer."

"One tablespoon isn't that much."

"I disagree."

"Quinn, you're shaking, when you try to walk you sway, you have a fever, I know your head hurts, and I'm pretty sure that you're dizzy from how you're leaning against the wall. You need to take your medicine. It's not that bad!"

"NO."

"I don't want to argue with you."

"Then put the spoon away, Puckerman."

"Look, I know you better than anybody else, and I can tell how horrible you're feeling. I just want you to feel better. So, PLEASE just drink one little tablespoon."

"That stuff is disgusting. I'd rather just deal with how I'm feeling."

"You WILL take your medicine!"

"No, I will NOT!"

"Please, Quinn? Please? If not for yourself, do it for me."

"FINE," she growled before taking the spoon and swallowing it as fast as humanly possible.

"See? That wasn't so bad!"

"Actually, it was terrible. What flavor was it?"

"Bubble gum."

"Yuck. Oh! Bubble gum coming back up!" she shrieked while hopping off the counter and stumbling to the sink. I was immediately right there comforting her and holding her hair back.

"I hate you, Puck," she moaned after she was finished.

"I don't think it was the medicine, but if it makes you feel better, you can blame me," I said while wrapping my arms around her.

"Then I'm blaming you," she growled, but she seemed to also want my comfort, and leaned back into my embrace.

"You poor thing," I murmured.

"Dammit, I thought I was done with throwing up after I gave birth."

"I'm sure Rachel feels your pain right there. And you'll feel better soon, Quinn. The doctor said that when it happens, it shouldn't stick around for more than a day."
"I know, Puck. I'm sorry I'm being so whiney."

"You're not being whiney, Quinn."

"Yes, I am."

"At least you're arguing with me. That's always a good sign. But no, you're not being whiney, and that's final. Now, let's get you to bed. Can I pick you up?"

"Do I even have a choice?"

"Nope."

"Then fly me away, Buzz Lightyear!"

"I see your sarcasm is still intact," I chuckled before once again picking up Quinn and cradling her against my chest.

"Told you that I'd be fine."

"Oh, Quinn."

"Oh yourself, Noah."

"Did you just call me Noah? The only time you call me that is when you refer to me by my first and last names."

"Hmm. On second thought, maybe I am going to die."

"Don't even joke about that."

"Sorry, Mr. Fussbudget."

"Fussbudget? Is that even a word?"

"Yes, it actually is a real word. I learned it from your mother, actually."

"Really? See, she isn't that bad."

"I disagree with that assessment."

"We'll discuss that later. Right now, you need to rest. Here we are," I said. I gently put Quinn down on one side of the bed, and crawled in on the other side.

"Thanks, Puck."

"For what?"

"For taking care of me, even though at times it annoys the hell out of me."

"Anything for you."

"You know, for being a badass, you're really sweet."

"For being sweet, you have a lot of badass-ness."

"Mmm."

"Come here, you."

Quinn obliged and scooted over so that I could wrap my arms around her once more, and so that her head was buried in my chest. Her skin felt warmer than usual and she was shivering because of the fever.

"You're fever doesn't want to go away."

"M'fine," she mumbled.

"Hey, Quinn? Before you fall asleep, could you promise me something?"

"K."

"Never ever scare me like you did with being in the hospital or something like that again, OK?"

"K."

"I guess that's good enough for now," I chuckled, "sweet dreams, Quinn. I love you."

"Love you, too, Puck."

About three hours later, my mom came quietly padding into the room. I had texted her earlier telling her what had happened and that we'd be in our room.

"Hey, Mom," I whispered.

"Hey, Noah. How longs as she been asleep?"

"Three hours."

"Has she been fidgeting in her sleep?"

"No, both she and Beth,"I said while looking at the crib across from our bed, "haven't stirred at all."

"That's good. And she only threw up once?"

"Yep."

"Then she'll most likely be fine. Serious infections like the one she came down with just take a while to go away completely."

"I know, it's just hard not to worry about her."

"Well, that quality will help you be a great father and a great lover. When she wakes up, take her temperature again and try to get her to drink some water."

"I will, thanks Mom."

"You're welcome."

My mom left the room and I couldn't help but be thankful that Quinn wasn't awake when she stopped by. I know how much Quinn loves my mother.

"Hola, Puck," smiled Quinn a half an hour later.

"Hola, Quinn. How are you feeling?"

"Pretty much the same as before, except my stomach doesn't feel sick, so that's good."

"Glad to hear it. I'll be right back, OK? I'm going to get the thermometer and bring you some water. "

"OK, Puck."

When I got back, Quinn thanked me for the glass of water and started to slowly sip at it.

"Put this in your mouth," I instructed, and she followed.

When it beeped, I looked at it.

"Wow, we've made great progress," I said sarcastically.

"What?"

"102.9. Jeez, Quinn, only you, only you."

"That's pretty fricken amazing, if I do say so myself."

"In a couple hours if you're stomach still feels fine I'll give you some medicine again."

"NOT the bubble gum kind!"

"Don't worry, my mom stopped by the store after I told her what happened. We have it in pill form."

"Thank god."

So, that's chapter 29. I'm just saying, bubble gum flavored medicine is pretty disgusting.