Number Two - At Home.
Though the glares he's receiving from Judy Fabray in the rear-view mirror are unsettling it's not enough to send Puck packing, even though it's evident that's what the woman wants.
Apparently knocking up someone's daughter makes it hard for them to like you.
It's an awkward journey to the Fabray home, but the warm feel of Quinn's hand tucked within his own helps him to ignore the tension.
When the car parks up in the driveway, he hears the blond emit the most heart wrenching sigh; she hates the loss of her independence, the ability to just get up and walk inside and he knows it. Of all the people in the world, Quinn is the one he can read without fail.
Judy is fighting with the wheelchair and he walks past her, moving to Quinn's door and ducking down. She has only a second to half protest before he has her scooped up within his arms and is carrying her bridal style up to the front door and inside the house.
"You don't have to do this," She mumbles as her arms slide around his neck and her head rests against his shoulder.
"I know, I don't. I wanted to."
He takes her up to her room, laying her down on the bed before disappearing back downstairs to carry up her bags, dropping them on the floor.
It breaks Puck's heart to see the downtrodden girl in front of him; this isn't easy on her, of course it's not. But he still hates seeing her this way. Even worse when she shuts him out which she's been trying to do more and more.
She finally snaps when he offers to help her to the bathroom to shower.
"I don't need your damn help, Puckerman! I just want you to leave me alone!"
The shouting lasts for almost a full ten minutes, but he stands firm and takes it. She calls him names, tells him to leave, tires her very best to wind him up and break his temper until finally she dissolves into tears, and all he can do is hold her until she's finished sobbing.
Once the blond has calmed herself enough to speak, she agrees to let him help her into the bathroom. He runs her a bath, full to the neck and choking with bubbles, it's enough to make her smile and roll her eyes in a manner that's entirely Quinn-esque.
When she begins stripping down, he offers to leave, but she tells him honestly that she won't be able to get in and out of the bath herself, and it's not like he hasn't seen her naked before.
So Puck lifts into the bath, and maybe someone from the outside would consider it a condescending act, but he helps her wash. There's nothing sinister or perverted about the moment, which is surprising for Noah Puckerman, but it's done out of genuine love and care for the hurting blond woman.
He runs a wash cloth along her back and shoulders, across the muscles he knows are aching; he dabs at her face and neck.
"The last time we did something like this, you were pregnant and were making me shave your legs."
"You promised not to mention that ever again."
"Oh come on, it was fun!"
"For you maybe!"
There is honest laughter that slips from her cut lips as he helps her back out of the bath, wrapping her in a towel.
By the time she's dried, dressed in her pyjama's and tucked in bed, he's soaking, overheated and tired, but she's a lot more content and it makes it all worthwhile.
After that they lay together, cuddling and watching all of her favorite movies even though he still insists on making fun of them, but it renders her with an excuse to nudge and hit him, not to mention it seems to keep the smile on her face.
Judy brings her up some food, and even includes a plate for him; there's no love lost between them but at least she understands the importance of him being there and deep down he has a feeling she's glad he's around, even if she won't admit it.
That night she falls asleep in his arms again.
It's not going to be an easy road, and Puck isn't sure just what the outcome might be in the end. But he's going to be there for Quinn every step of the way and not even the hostility of Judy Fabray can change that.