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A/N: ...back to life, back to reality, back to the here and now...
(apologies for not posting anything sooner, this past week has been a very trying one involving several hospital admissions for cardiac events, but at least I haven't had another heart attack!)
"Jeez," Puck groaned, his voice was as tight as his body, he was hanging on to his self-control by a thread, a fucking thread, a thread that Quinn was sawing through with a freakin' razor blade. "Quinn, I can't...fuck...I...oh, God, I'm...oh, fuck, Qui-inn," he growled, as he blasted his hot essence deep inside her. Quinn herself simply screamed as she felt her own release flood her nether regions.
Quinn hoped to God that no one was passing by their room right now, she was damn certain that if they were, they would report to the concierge that someone was getting murdered in room twelve-seventy-two. She glanced at the door just in case, as she struggled to get her breath back. Nope, no disturbance tonight, not like that first night on the train, had that really only been a week ago? Shit! How time flies...especially when you're having fun! Quinn stretched sinuously, sensuously, on top of Puck, he shivered under her as one of his hands tightened on her breast, the other stroked her clit, he gave his dick a little rub too, he kind of liked to feel his dick when it was still pulsing inside her, he really loved it when Quinn went all reverse cowgirl on him, and when she laid back onto his chest, God, he just loved that even more.
Quinn turned her head enough to plant a little kiss on Puck's cheek, she clenched and unclenched her buttocks, Puck felt it on his stomach, he felt the way her muscles rippled all the way along his dick, he groaned again when he felt it stiffen once more. "My dick is just not going to give up any time soon," he murmured and thrust up slightly, Quinn's answering groan was music to his ears. Puck shifted onto his side, Quinn slid off his body but stayed attached at the most essential point. He guided Quinn's face to his, he leaned a little further over her, to taste her tongue with his, his chest burned through her back, her ass felt just glorious tucked in there into his stomach, with his dick between her thighs and thrust right up into her. An hour and a half they'd been in the room - the honeymoon suite, no less - an hour and a half, and Puck had already made Quinn come five times. Five freakin' times. Not that he was high-fiving himself or anything, but, hey, dude, way to fucking go!
Quinn pulled away, Puck moaned and pouted in disappointment until she turned in his arms to face him. "Happy blessing day," Quinn whispered against Puck's lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing them close together again.
"Happy blessing day to you, too," Puck murmured against Quinn's lips just before words were lost between them. An age - and another orgasm - later, Puck stretched. "Mmm," he sighed, "your boobs are just sumptuous," he whispered against her nipple. "Remember how much they leaked when you were pregnant with Beth?" he asked. Puck's eyes lit up with the memory, there had been many, many nights, while they were laid together in Puck's bed, when he had used first his fingers and then his tongue and his mouth to encourage the drip of creamy fluid from her nipples, he had loved to suckle, to drink from her, and Quinn had been so horny at that time that even just his hot stare at her chest had been enough to make her entire body quiver with need. Puck had used that knowledge to his advantage. Often. "I hope they do it again," he whispered and grinned at Quinn.
"I'll let you know," Quinn replied with a teasing smile. "I'll Skype you, show you my boobs, show you if they're leaking," she offered, and then cupped her boobs, pressed them together, jiggled them up and down, teased her already distended nipples. Puck closed his eyes and groaned, he tensed up, his dick hardened up again, Quinn giggled as he flexed it inside her, she always loved it when he did that.
"Only for another three weeks and then you're going to haul your ass to Bedford," Puck ordered swiftly, once Quinn's words penetrated his breast befuddled brain. "I'll get some of the guys to come with me, they can give us a hand to pack up your stuff and hopefully, we'll get them to help me haul it all up four flights of stairs to the apartment," he added, although that last part was a statement full of wishful thinking. It was either that or he'd have to report the faulty elevator yet again.
"I can't believe I only have three more weeks until I graduate," Quinn sighed happily and stretched in Puck's arms. "Actually, I think I might apply to Harvard to do my Master's," she thought, and then realised that she'd voiced the thought out loud. "I mean, I've got absolutely zero chance of finding a job that will give me maternity leave in six months, right?" she added. "So I might as well do something that will improve my career prospects for the future, I'm sure I can study and be a mommy too," she said with confidence.
"Cool," Puck murmured, he was slightly sceptical, he thought that Quinn might be underestimating how all consuming having a baby would be.
"Anyway," Quinn sighed and stretched against Puck's body, "let's not even think about stuff like that tonight," she whispered with a smile, "let's just concentrate on us," she added and then giggled as Puck swooped in to claim her pouting nipple once more. "That's my tickle spot," she squealed when his fingers touched her waist in just the right place.
"I know," Puck replied against her breast, "I know all of the places that make you scream," he added and then gave her his best 'Puckasaurus' look, Quinn giggled even more...and then she screamed, with delight, obviously, but she still screamed.
"If we fly to New Haven," Quinn bargained over breakfast in bed, "I can drive you to Bedford," she pouted.
"And if we do that," Puck repeated his earlier statement, "I will be late reporting back for duty and I'll be on a charge, you know we can't get a non-stop flight to New Haven from either Dayton or Columbus," he reminded Quinn once again - they had this discussion every single time they were home in Lima. "At least if we fly from Columbus I can get a non-stop to Boston and I'll be in Bedford in time to shower and change and be on duty on time."
"How about we both fly to Boston?" Quinn suggested.
"Then you'll have to get the train to New Haven, the flights to New Haven are garbage from there," Puck reminded her, they were going round and round in circles. "Look, you fly to New Haven, I'll fly to Boston, then we'll make arrangements to visit after that, all right?" he suggested. "It's only for a few more weeks," he promised.
"I know that it is," Quinn pouted, "but it feels like we're running away from each other," she grumbled tearfully.
Puck sighed and hugged her close, comforting her. "Well, we're not," he insisted. "We just have to endure a few more weeks of being apart," he added. "Hell, we've survived years of being apart," he said and bent a little to look into Quinn's eyes. "And as soon as it is possible, we will be together again," he vowed quietly. "Until you get deployed, dipshit," he reminded himself silently.
"And no doubt you'll get deployed straight after," Quinn grumbled, it was almost as if she'd read his mind.
"Who says I'm going to get deployed?" Puck countered, he moved the breakfast tray to the nightstand then turned back to Quinn and tried to distract her with a few strategically placed kisses.
"It stands to reason that you will at some point," Quinn sighed, she was having difficulty concentrating, especially when Puck did that with his tongue. And that. Oh, God, and that, especially that. Quinn screamed once again as her entire body shook, she couldn't believe he'd made her come with just a few touches and kisses.
"Love you," Puck murmured against Quinn's lips as they waited for their respective flights to be called.
"Love you more," Quinn countered, she couldn't help but smile against his lips.
"Love you forever," Puck added swiftly, not to be outdone.
"Love you always," Quinn replied. "That's me," she sighed and frowned up at the offending speaker. "I love you, Senior Airman Puckerman," she whispered.
"Love you too, Mrs Puckerman," Puck murmured and then he kissed Quinn again.
"Oh, crap," Quinn sighed as the final announcement came for passengers to board the plane.
"Call you tonight?" Puck shouted after Quinn's retreating back, she turned and waved. "Man, that ass is fucking awesome," he sighed to himself.
"It sure is," a male voice agreed just behind Puck. Puck looked over his shoulder to give the owner of the voice his most intimidating Puckasaurus glare. "Hey, Puck," Dave Karofsky said with a grin, his gaze was still firmly fixed on Puck's ass.
"Karofsky," Puck almost growled, he certainly scowled.
"Look at you all dressed up like it's Halloween," Karofsky mocked. "Good looking costume, very realistic," he sounded impressed, "where did you get it from?" he asked.
"United States Air Force," Puck replied with a look of disdain.
"What? It's real?" Karofsky demanded with an amused laugh. "No freakin' way," he dismissed Puck's claim. "Next thing you'll be telling me is you actually married Princess Peach over there," he stated dismissively, with a suggestion of a point in the direction that Quinn had gone. Puck didn't reply, he merely lifted one eyebrow. "Yeah, right, like her dad would let some lowlife like you marry his daughter," Karofsky scoffed to himself.
"Are you insulting me, my wife or my father-in-law?" Puck asked, he altered his stance just a touch, somehow became slightly menacing.
Karofsky stopped laughing, he pulled himself together. "Crap, you're serious," he said quietly. "You really married her?" he asked, incredulously.
"Quinn?" Puck asked and saw Karofsky nod. "Damn straight I married her," he answered, "and before you think about asking, yes she is pregnant," he sighed, Puck knew that was the next question.
"So you married her because you knocked her up for a second time?" Karofsky demanded, he was laughing almost fit to burst.
"Nope, I married her because I love her," Puck stated in a firm tone, "the fact that we got lucky again is just the icing on the cake," he added, and it was, it truly was. Puck heard his flight being called with something close to relief. "Excuse me, that's my flight," he said and turned to pick up his bag. "Nice to have seen you, Karofsky," he lied, "I hope I don't bump into you again for a million years, asshole," he muttered to himself as he walked away to find his gate.
"So if she's pregnant again, did you knock her up before the wedding or after?" the question made Puck raise his head and look up at the overhead lockers and wonder why the god of fortune had ignored his request completely. They'd been in the air about twenty minutes, and for all of the time, since he had boarded the plane, Puck had been intensely studying a training manual that he had been given about an hour before he'd left to catch his train last week.
"Oh, joy," Puck thought, "Karofsky is on this flight, wonderful," he added silently and sighed heavily. "Why?" he asked as he turned slightly to partially see the man in the seat behind him. "What does it matter?" he asked.
"It doesn't matter to me," Karofsky admitted, "but inquiring minds want to know," he added. "I mean, are we to believe that you planned this happy event?" he asked. "Or was it maybe another accident?" he suggested. "Maybe Quinn tricked you," Karofsky said as he pretended to think aloud, "told you she was on birth control but really she wasn't, you know, to trap you?"
"Or maybe we decided we'd let nature take it's course and see what happened," Puck growled. "And what the hell does it have to do with anyone?"
"Just curious," Karofsky commented as if to excuse his questions. "So," he sighed, "where are you headed to?" he asked, making a change of topic.
"Seriously?" Puck demanded, he turned further. "We're on a flight to Boston, I'm in my uniform and you ask me where I'm headed?"
"Erm, yeah," Karofsky replied, he wondered why it was such a big deal.
"Asshole," Puck murmured and sighed heavily. "I am on my way back to base," he stated clearly, "I will be reporting for duty in about six hours, and I have this stuff to work through before then, so if you don't mind," he added and indicated the thick manual in his lap.
"Sorry," Karofsky apologised. "So what do you do in the air force?" he asked about five minutes later, he obviously could not keep quiet.
"I'm a pilot," Puck replied, he was slightly distracted but answered politely enough.
"So if the captain was to die right now, they could call you to take over and fly this thing to Boston?" Karofsky asked, he sounded like he didn't believe a word of it. "He says he's a pilot," he informed his neighbours, "but I remember when he was a Lima loser who knocked up his best friend's girlfriend," he told them with knowledge and authority.
Puck sighed, he really was not going to get this information studied enough for it to stay in his brain. "Yes, I could take over if anything happened to the captain and the co-pilot," he reassured the little old lady who was fidgeting nervously beside him. "Not that anything is going to happen to them," he insisted and glanced around at Karosfky, his face was stern. Puck reached into his pocket for his phone, it had vibrated letting him know he'd had an incoming message.
*Forward bathroom, 2 mins*
Puck looked around, he hoped to spot whoever had sent him the message. How the hell had anyone been able to send him a message? No one onboard could possibly know his number! "Excuse me," Puck muttered and headed to the bathroom, he was intrigued.
Puck sighed with disappointment when he saw the 'Out Of Order' sign stuck on the bathroom door, he was about to return to his seat when his phone vibrated again.
*Knock 3 times, then 2 then 1*
Puck rolled his eyes, thought for a second, glanced through the gap in the curtains to the seating area of the cabin...and then knocked as directed. "Holy crap," he hissed when the door opened. Puck almost shrieked as a fist grasped the front of his shirt and yanked him into the tiny stall. "Fuck, what are you doing here?" he demanded. "You should be on a flight to New Haven," he murmured and then capitulated when Quinn clasped his head in both hands and forced his face to hers. "But I'm glad you're not," he sighed against her lips.
"We've never done it on a plane before, have we?" Quinn sighed as Puck pushed her breasts together, he was silently sucking on the skin below her ear, he was making her shiver in all the right places.
"Nope," Puck replied a second or so later, and then used his tongue to lave the area he'd been sucking. "Doesn't explain why you're on this plane and not the one bound for New Haven," he repeated.
"I called my advisor, explained that we've just gotten married, she checked my schedule, I don't have any lectures that I need to attend this week, there's nothing that I can't do via the internet, so I begged a transfer on my ticket and here we are," Quinn explained with a shrug and a dimpled grin. Quin glanced up through her lashes and bit her lip. "I thought I'd rather spend a week with my husband than pine for him in another state," she whispered with a tiny touch of shyness.
"Good plan," Puck muttered as he swooped in and claimed her lips in a hot, scalding, fiery kiss. "Feel what you do to me," he ordered and pressed his hips forwards, pushed his erection into her stomach. "Are you sure you want to do this in here?" he asked and glanced around at the confined space.
"I'd prefer to have a lot more room," Quinn admitted, "but I thought I'd rescue you from Karofsky," she grinned.
"You know where I'm seated?" Puck asked with an eyebrow that almost touched his hairline.
"Sure, you're about three rows behind me," Quinn replied. "And there's an empty seat next to me, so if you ask the attendant and move your stuff, you can be away from him altogether," she suggested.
"Cool, let's get going," Puck murmured happily a few moments later, once he had willed his dick to subside.
The second the plane touched down, Puck had his and Quinn's hand luggage grasped in one hand, Quinn's hand was grasped in the other, the instant the door was opened he was off, haring towards the it and the bustle of the concourse. "Quick, don't let Karofsky catch up with us," he urged Quinn, she giggled and jogged along beside him to keep pace with his enormous strides.
"Hey, Puckerman," Dave Karofsky called after Puck's retreating back, "does the wife know you've already picked up a blonde bombshell?" he shouted.
"Bet you any money he tries to contact you on Facebook or Twitter or something to tell you he saw me with another woman," Puck snickered as they bypassed the luggage reclaim area.
"I think I should play along if he does," Quinn giggled. "That's my phone already," she said as her phone chimed in her purse. Quinn delved in the voluminous bag to reach her iphone. "Facebook message," she announced with glee. "Dave 'The Dude' Karofsky sent you a message," she read out from the screen, "do you know this person?" she added and snorted as she tried not to laugh. "Yes, I know this person," she answered as she added Karofsky to her friends list - temporarily!
"What does it say?" Puck asked as he looked around for his ride.
"Just seen your hubby kissing another woman, thought you might like to know," Quinn read out loud. "Kissing another woman," she repeated derisively, "anything to cause trouble, right?" she asked Puck.
"Yup," Puck replied and then spotted Karofsky coming near. "Shit, let's get going, Jimbo should be outside," he urged and pushed Quinn in front of him. "Jimbo!" he called as he spotted his friend outside the airport. "Quick, we don't want that guy to see this is Quinn," he grinned.
"I'm not even going to ask why," Jimbo Peterson replied. "How did the wedding go yesterday?" he asked, he'd been on duty and couldn't make it to Lima for the ceremony at such short notice.
"Well, to be honest, we actually got married in Vegas last week, yesterday was a blessing in front of our families," Puck explained. "But it was cool, right?" he asked Quinn.
"Yep, it really was," Quinn sighed.
"And there's more," Puck added.
"More? How?" Jimbo demanded, how could there be more than two weddings in one week?
"Well, we are also pregnant," Puck announced with pride. "I'm going to have to make an appointment with the Families Officer," he reminded himself, there were personal details that he would have to change, his next of kin for starters, he'd have to change his will too, there were quite a few things that would have to change. If he was lucky, there might even be a house available on base, rather than the bachelor-type apartment he currently occupied.
"That's cool, congratulations," Jimbo cried, he was happy for Puck, they had spent many nights talking quietly when they were on duty just waiting for things to happen, they had both talked extensively about themselves, about their respective pasts, Jimbo knew all about Beth and Quinn. "So who was the guy you were trying to escape from?" he asked.
"A former team mate," Puck replied, "he was on the football team with me in high school," he explained, "he wasn't a very nice guy, even worse than I was, actually," he said, remembering some of the utterly foul things that Karofsky had done to people during his four year reign of terror. "And now he's contacting Quinn on Facebook to tell her he's seen me with another woman," he added as Quinn's phone chimed again.
"Wow, he saw you with your hand up this other woman's skirt outside the airport and you were feeling her ass," Quinn reported as she read her message. "And he's currently watching you tickle her tonsils, he just thought I should know," she grinned.
"Are you going to reply?" Puck asked as he peered over Quinn's shoulder to read the message for himself.
"Damn straight," Quinn muttered as she composed her reply. "OMG that rat bastard," she said quietly as she spelled out the message. "He's cheating on me already?" she demanded in text to Karofsky. "Let's see how he answers that."
They didn't have to wait long, Quinn couldn't read it out for laughing, she handed her phone to Puck. "I'm watching him right now, he's heading for hotel with woman, will let you know room number," Puck read out through his laughter. "That lying bastard," he snickered. "Fuck him," he sighed and pressed a kiss to Quinn's forehead.
"Did you manage to talk to your mom and dad yet?" Puck asked after he'd carried their bags up to his - their - apartment.
"I talked to my mom," Quinn pouted, "she was sort of ok about it, but she didn't sound really enthusiastic," she sighed. "No idea what my dad is going to say, sometimes he does the opposite of what my mom wants just to piss her off," she said as she pulled a face.
Puck checked the time. "I only have an hour before I have to report for duty," he reminded Quinn, "so I'm going to go shower, get dressed and then I'll have to leave you to it," he sighed, he really didn't want to, but he had no choice, he had to go to work. Quinn pouted even more but didn't say a word.
"Where's the missus?" a couple of Puck's buddies called as soon as he walked into the briefing room at the start of their shift.
Puck didn't reply, he grinned and raised his finger - just the one - and flipped them off. "Congratulations Puckerman?" he asked, slightly mockingly. Puck suddenly received a number of back slaps, and verbal congratulations, he had shamed them into it after all. "Thank you, Quinn and I appreciate your good wishes," he told the room at large and then sat down to receive the day's instructions.
Puck walked into the apartment somewhere around midnight, he was tired and ready for his bed, he couldn't wait to strip off his uniform and just crash. And then he saw Quinn. "Fuck," he sighed as his body reacted to the sight of her straight away. "Awesome," he breathed as he leaned over to cover her naked body with his partially clothed one. "Babe, are you awake?" he murmured close to her ear. Quinn mumbled something unintelligible and shifted slightly, but that was it, she was totally zonked out. "Oh, honey, those nipples are calling out to me, I can't ignore them," Puck moaned as his lips closed around one of Quinn's pouting nipples.
Puck took his time, he suckled on each nipple, he went back and forth between them, favouring neither over the other, he treated them both equally. Quinn stretched and moaned in her sleep, her body shifted in a sinuous motion, Puck's gaze raked over her, he had to look, he had to drink her in. Slowly, Puck divested himself of his remaining clothes, without leaving the bed. He pushed his thigh between both of hers, Quinn's legs fell open as if by magic, Puck's place there was a sure thing, even in her sleep. Quinn moaned, her face showed exactly how turned on she was, showed how much she was affected by Puck's touch, by his presence, even if she wasn't consciously aware of it.
"Oh, baby," Puck sighed as he pushed forwards, filling her to the max, his erection quivered as her inner walls closed in on it. Puck bent his head to suckle on her nipple once more, as his hips rocked gently, slowly, he didn't want to rush, he didn't want to go too fast just yet, he wanted to just enjoy the moment, savour the sensation.
Quinn dreamed of hot, heavy sex with the love of her life. Many, many times she had dreamed of this, especially when Puck had been out of the country, especially when Puck had been incommunicado. Quinn writhed in the bed, she loved this dream, it was so real, she could smell his soap, his shampoo, his cologne, she could smell him, she could feel him, it felt so real. Quinn knew that she was in the depths of fantasy when she felt her fingernails scrape through incredibly short hair and touch his ears. Quinn knew that Puck was still on duty, in her conscious mind she knew that he was still at work, she knew that she only wished he was here with her but it felt so very, very real. "Mmmm," she sighed, and twitched her hips, God this dream was so real, she even heard Puck groan, felt him groan in her chest, in her stomach.
"Baby, wake up," Puck whispered and then turned his attention to her throat and the sensitive skin that was there. "Jeez, Quinn, do that again, yeah, that, oh, fuck," he hissed and winced as Quinn squeezed her inner muscles, rippled them on his dick. Puck turn to his side and brought Quinn with him, she started to surface. "Hey," he said as Quinn's eyes fluttered open.
"Hey," Quinn mumbled, it took her a few seconds to actually realise that the sensations she was enjoying, loving, weren't a dream, they were real. "Harder," she hissed, and gripped Puck's ass tight to make her point.
"Your wish, my lady," Puck murmured, he changed angle slightly and thrust harder, deeper. Puck mashed his lips together with Quinn's he thrust his tongue into her mouth, Quinn suckled on it, thrust back with her own tongue, they parted, joined, parted, their breaths grew shorter, their excitement grew higher.
Quinn was the first to explode. "Argh," she screamed as she frantically rocked her hips, her clit rubbed against the base of Puck's dick, she stiffened as the final shiver of glory ran through her, her breath caught in her lungs, she thought she was going to pass out.
Puck caught Quinn up tight against him, she surged backwards away from him, except for where they were joined, that part thrust even tighter to him, he knew exactly where to touch her to extend her pleasure. "Right there?" he hissed as he tweaked the nubbin of nerve endings, Quinn screamed even louder, Puck felt the hot flood of her orgasm coat his thick, hard erection. "I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm...ohhhhh," he growled into her chest. Puck's whole body jerked with the force of his ejaculation, he pulled back enough to look between them and see the pulse of white fluid spurt onto Quinn's quivering clit. Puck wrapped his hand around his dick to finish off, to squeeze the very last drop out, he loved to do that, to pull out of her just enough to coat the whole of her magic garden with his potent love juice and then rub his dick over it, it was so slippery, so cool, so fucking hot.
"You're sure you can stay the full week?" Puck asked against the back of Quinn's neck as she made breakfast for them both the next day.
"Mhm," Quinn nodded her agreement. "I talked with my advisor, she says I don't have to actually be present this week, I can work from home," she explained. "I can use your laptop to access my learning portal, there's nothing I can't reach on there so why not?"
"Why not indeed," Puck murmured and lifted the shirt that Quinn had slipped on - his shirt, by the way - when she had gotten out of bed. Quinn wiggled her hips as the shirt rose to her waist. "No panties?" he asked in delight.
"Didn't see the point," Quinn replied with a wink over her shoulder, "I knew you'd only drag them off me before the eggs were cooked," she giggled.
"Damn straight," Puck growled and released his erection from his shorts. Quinn widened her stance as Puck's inquisitive fingers tested her readiness for his invasion. "Fuck," he sighed as he sank into her, she had hitched her ass back, hollowed her back. "I could get so used to you being here every day," he sighed into the hair behind her ear.
Quinn reached back with one arm, wrapped it around the back of Puck's head. "I could get used to being here with you every day too," she wailed as the sensation of solid flesh inside her drove her wild. "Oh, God," she cried as she thrust the pan off the burner to stop the eggs from burning. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she yelled. Puck obliged, happily. Quinn leaned further forwards, stuck her ass out even more. Puck gripped her hips and rocked in tight, he thrust hard, hard, hard, and Quinn squealed for more.
"Gah," Puck grunted, as his release splashed deep, deep inside Quinn. He felt the immediate glow of satisfaction wash over his body, he felt Quinn sag a little as her own release drained the strength from her legs. He drew her back upright against his chest, his dick was still firmly embedded within her, he glanced over her shoulder at the ruined breakfast on the stove. "Let's go out for breakfast," he suggested and sucked a delicious mark on her shoulder.
Quinn dabbed her mouth daintily and sat back in her chair. "That was wonderful, thank you," she sighed as the waitress collected the empty dishes.
"Can I get you anything else?" the waitress asked with a cheery smile.
"Not unless you know the name of a good OB in Bedford," Quinn answered with a hopeful grin.
"I do as a matter of fact," the waitress, Lori, according to her name tag, replied. "My sister is pregnant at the moment," she added as a qualification for knowing the information. "I don't have any kids," she explained, but she didn't look upset by that, she looked more relieved than anything else. Lori passed on the information to Quinn and then cleared the table.
"I think we should go shopping," Quinn announced as she rifled through her purse to make sure she had everything that she needed.
"Cool," Puck muttered sarcastically and pulled a face.
"You're taking me shopping before you go on duty," Quinn warned with a smile, "but you'll get your reward when you come home tonight," she promised, Puck's pouty look brightened considerably.
"Do we really need to look at nursery furniture yet?" Puck asked as he glanced around the store, just the sheer volume of pink frills and blue bears made him shudder. "We only have one bedroom, that apartment is not designed to have a nursery," he added with authority.
"I know, we'll have to hope that there's something available on base," Quinn agreed as yet another style of crib caught her eye, "otherwise we'll have to rent something off base," she added. "There, that's it, that's the style I always imagined Beth to be in," she sighed as she found the beautiful, convertible crib and changer unit.
Puck had to agree that the piece of furniture was gorgeous and yes, he could see their baby in it. Puck looked around at the other matching pieces of furniture, he totted up the prices, it seemed reasonable...at the top end of reasonable, but he could understand why Quinn needed to go to such extremes.
"Look, mom, it's perfectly simple, alright?" Quinn sighed, she was trying to explain yet again the principal of donating a portion of her wedding fund to Marley to make sure she got her chance at college. "I'm going to set up the Finn Hudson Award with Carole, Marley is going to apply for that and she is going to be successful," she said quite forcefully. "I would much rather spend money on something like that than a freakin' swan ice sculpture," she mumbled.
"What was that Quinn dear, I didn't hear you?" Judy asked.
"Nothing, mother," Quinn replied. "I know you think that I'll regret it, but mom, I promise you, I won't, what I would regret is not doing something to help this girl when the power rests with me to do so," she explained. "Look at it like this," she said and tried a different tack, "what if you and dad had divorced long before either Frannie or I had graduated high school?" she asked. "What if you'd had to use those funds to support us, to help us through college? Wouldn't that be a more pertinent use for that money rather than buying a dress you'd only wear once?"
"Fine, Quinn, fine, you've worn me down," Judy sighed. "I will transfer the funds over to you for you to distribute as you see fit," she said, although she didn't sound entirely happy about it. "I'll let you know as soon as the paperwork is completed," she added. "On a lighter note, how are you finding Bedford?" Judy asked with an obvious smile in her voice.
"It's wonderful," Quinn sighed. "I've been checking some of the vacant houses on base, the ones that Puck's rank make him eligible for anyway and also, I've been looking at houses off base too, just in case we can't move quickly enough," she explained to her mom. "And we've been to Babies R Us to look for nursery furniture, there was one crib there, it was just a dream, beautiful, I'll email the link to you, oh, I have to go, that's the timer on the stove, bye, mom," she trilled as she hurried to the kitchen to make sure that supper wasn't ruined.
"I've been looking online at some houses that are for sale," Quinn mentioned over supper once Puck had changed out of his uniform.
"Ok," Puck said, he didn't really know how to answer that, he'd thought they were years away from that point, he'd imagined them buying a house and putting down roots once his air force career was over. "And?" he asked when Quinn didn't say anything more.
"And, if we look for a foreclosure, we could get ourselves a really good deal," Quinn added with a shrug.
"I sort of don't like that idea," Puck muttered.
"Why?" Quinn asked in surprise.
"Because I'd feel as though we were cashing in on some poor person's misfortune," Puck explained with a huge sigh, he remembered many, many times when his own mother had been worried for their family's survival, until Puck had been able to earn enough to contribute and his dad had finally come good and paid all the outstanding alimony and child support - Puck still didn't know how he'd managed to do that, not after his dad had needed his help just to pay his rent!
"Not all of it is down to misfortune," Quinn reasoned. "Some people just don't want to pay their dues and demands," she pouted.
"I know, but how would you distinguish between the two?" Puck asked. "I don't reject the idea of us buying our own house," he hastened to add, "it's just that I'd prefer it wasn't a foreclosure, that's all," he said quietly.
"Fine, that part doesn't worry me," Quinn replied with a smile, "it was just a suggestion," she reminded him.
"Did you hear anything more from Karofsky?" Puck asked, Quinn filled him in on the faux sympathetic messages that she was receiving, they were both amused by it and decided to let it ride, just to see what else the idiot could come up with. The rest of the meal was eaten in companionable silence, there was no need to find words, they had each other and that was enough.
Puck drove Quinn to the train station, he was feeling rather deflated about Quinn heading back to New Haven, he'd loved the past week, both of them being 'at home' in his apartment, it had felt so normal, so natural. "So, another two weeks and it'll be your graduation, right?" he asked quietly as he concentrated on the traffic in front of him.
"Yes," Quinn sighed, she was happy about that, but she was sad to be leaving today, this past week had shown her how right they were together, shown her what she could hope married life was going to be for them. "You'll be coming to see me graduate, right?" she asked, she really hoped that he could swing a leave day for it.
"I'll try," Puck replied, he didn't sound too hopeful. "I have taken a lot of leave days recently," he reminded her, he would approach his CO to ask though.
"Fine, I'll accept it if you can't," Quinn sighed with an exaggerated pout, she knew he'd try his best and that was all she could ask. "I wish you were coming on the train with me," she added quietly, she thought back to when she had boarded the train to LA, from the first moments of teasing the other passengers to the instant that Puck had filled her for the first time. Quinn thought about her admission, of finally telling him face to face that she was carrying their child, she thought about Puck's proposal, how romantic it had been. Quinn sighed with satisfaction. "You know that you're special, right?" she asked softly. "Special and romantic."
Puck didn't answer, he gave Quinn a wink and reached out the stroke her thigh as he drove. Puck thought back to stormier times, way, way back, "...shouldn't have called you a Lima Loser, you're special, and romantic, and I wish I had the courage to make this right, to tell Finn that this is our baby, not his, tell him that he's free to be with Rachel, tell him that it's you I love..."
Quinn stood in Puck's arms as they waited for the train to arrive. "You know I'm going to miss you more than ever, don't you?" she mumbled into his chest, she really felt like bawling her eyes out.
"And in a couple of weeks, I'll be in New Haven, ready to pack you up and bring you home," Puck reminded her, he literally could not wait for that moment, that very first moment when they would be officially living at the same address, their own address. "Your train is here," he announced unnecessarily when the huge machine came into view.
Puck and Quinn waited a few moments until the doors opened. Puck helped Quinn to lift her bags onto the train, he helped her to find her seat, he stole another kiss before he had to rush off the train when they heard the cry from the conductor. "I hate that sound today," Quinn thought to herself as the cry came once more.
"All aboard," the conductor yelled, and blew his whistle.
Puck watched sadly as the train left the station. "Won't be long, babe," he whispered to himself. "Two more weeks and then you're mine for forever."