Quinn was sniffled and taking turns wiping her nose and eyes clean. Puck picked her up easily and Quinn immediately turned towards him, hiding her face in his shirt. His words surprised her. She didn’t know what she had expected but it definitely wasn’t that. Quinn had expected him to yell at her or tell her to get out.
The only reference she had for this life experience was when she was sixteen and Quinn could feel herself reverting back to that. She was scared out of my mind first of all. Once again, she was or at least potentially pregnant at a time she didn’t want to be. She was more stable now but not at the point for another child to be welcomed into the world. “I’m so sorry, Puck… Santana said I should go to the doctor to be sure. I don’t want to…”
“Santana knows?” It kind of stung that Santana knew before he did. If it was going to be his kid then didn’t he have a right to know? “She’s probably right. You would have to go to the doctor anyway right?” Puck stared at the top of her knee. He didn’t like this feeling of being left out of the loop. It felt too much like what had happened to him before but he had no way of vocalizing it.
“Stop apologizing,” he replied gruffly. To him it made it sound like she had ruined both of their lives and there were much too many thoughts of her not wanting to carry his kid swimming around in his head. “What do you want to do?” He asked her finally.
From when she couldn’t gather enough words to them all rushing to her at once, Quinn set out on a rambling spree. “I was feeling off and then my period was late…and still is. I took a test a couple days ago and it was positive. And I don’t know what to do.” By the time the last sentence slipped from her lips, tears had already made an appearance. Quinn quickly wiped them away but couldn’t collect all them in time before more ran down her cheeks.
“…Are you going to leave me?” she whimpered out before childishly pulling the blanket over her head and curling up into a ball further.
All of the information rushed over him like a sudden wind. He was processing everything as quickly as he could. Quinn was pregnant… and he had gotten her pregnant. He knew she wasn’t his ex but he couldn’t help but be terrified that Quinn thought the same way. Her question made him pause his mental train wreck.
“Hey,” he replied firmly. When she did not reappear, Puck stood and slid his arms around her as best he could, picking her up and letting himself fall back on the couch again. “I’m not leaving you,” he said resolutely. If anything he wanted to be closer to her. He should have pushed her earlier and listened when his brain said there was something wrong.
Quinn’s head popped out of the blanket cocoon she had created around her at his latest conclusion. “N-no, I’m not breaking up with you. I love you,” she sputtered out quickly before the thought sunk into Puck’s brain too far. She huffed to herself and closed her eyes attempting to say what she needed to.
“…I’m late,” she said, quietly into the blanket. Quinn had hoped he hadn’t heard her and maybe she could slip out to forget all about this. She knew Puck wouldn’t allow that though. He was far too stubborn to let anything go. Quinn pulled the blanket tighter around herself, finding the slightest bit of comfort in its warmth.
It was a good five seconds before Puck could fathom what had just happened. “What do you mean ‘late’?” He asked. Puck wasn’t entirely stupid. He had a good idea what she meant but he needed the clarification. A million different thoughts were playing in his mind. He didn’t want to compare this to Jana but how could he not? It would be the same situation and he ground his teeth together to keep the thought at bay.
He looked up finally to find her form still trying to disappear within the recliner. He needed her answer. There were so many things that could go wrong at this point that he needed to be sure.
Quinn’s hazel eyes peeked up at him from the edge of the blanket. Her brain tried to form what she wanted to tell him. At least she thought she wanted to tell him…he deserved to know if she was. Her knees curled up to her chest, feeling as pathetic as she looked.
“I’m not sick and I’d never cheat on you,” she glared at him for even having the thought. “I just…” Quinn couldn’t find the words to gather to create the sentence she needed. “I think…” The frustration building in her was pushing her over the edge and tears to her eyes. Saying ‘I love you’ seemed easier than this. She wiped a stray tear away and sniffled into the blanket. “I don’t know how to…” Quinn mumbled into the blanket, burying her face in it as a poor attempt to hide from him.
Puck couldn’t figure it out. He watched her nearly curl in on herself and he reached the only conclusion left that he could think of. “We’re breaking up.” He didn’t ask it. It seemed the only thing that made sense. He hadn’t done anything and she didn’t want him to touch her… That had to be it.
He couldn’t look at her any more and instead directed his gaze to his feet. His jaw was tightly wound, grinding his teeth together. He was an idiot, or so he told himself, for not seeing it sooner. She’d been short with him and avoiding him. It was just a matter of time before she told him herself.
Quinn watched their hands slowly begin to slip under her dress and she did nothing to stop it. Her body craved him however her mind was trying to find a way out of it. “Puck…” her protest came out as a moan, betraying her intentions for coming over here.
“I just don’t feel like it,” she pulled their hands away from her and set his down on the couch before removing hers to place in her lap. “I’m sorry, Puck.” Quinn stood up and took a seat in the recliner which seemed like a far easy place to sit now. Her eyes glanced over at him as she tugged the blanket next to it over herself.
There were goosebumps on his arms when she said his name but as soon as they had appeared they were gone and Quinn was sitting in the recliner and using the blanket as a shield. It was kind of a pathetic sight but his common sense told him that if he said it out loud he would definitely be in deep shit.
He dropped his feet back to the ground and pressed his lips together before he spoke. “Okay what’s going on with you?” In a split second he had gone from contentment to frustration and it was only Quinn who could make him crazy like this. “You said I didn’t do anything so what’s the problem? Are you sick? Did you cheat?” Puck stared at her, unblinking. He had been drawing his own conclusions from his lack of knowledge and if she had cheated he wanted to see her face when she answered him.
Quinn rested her back against his chest and exhaled softly, getting comfortable though it wasn’t overly hard to do. “Puck…” she began but she quickly pressed her lips together to prevent her from making any sounds of encouragement. “What would you do to get it out of me?” she asked, intrigued. Quinn quickly corrected herself before Puck started anything. “And don’t you dare do anything.”
She took his hands that were wrapped around her and laced their fingers together, pulling his arms around her to hold her tighter. Resting her head on his chest, Quinn sighed and only want to join being close to him in the first time in awhile. But to her dismay, the thought of a child growing inside of her was ever present in her mind and hadn’t gone away since she took that pregnancy test a couple days ago.
Puck laughed quietly and continued his assault on her shoulder. Her shampoo and her perfume were filling him up and making him dizzy and he flat out ignored her warning. He brought their laced hands to the hem of her dress and crept under it a fraction at a time.
“I’d take your suggestion… maybe a little sex and some bacon,” he bit her ear. It felt like it had been way too long for him. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had this much time to just relax with her and he wanted to take as much advantage as he could before something else interrupted them.
Quinn had thought of not coming over there as she had said but the image of Puck bursting through her door and throwing her over his shoulder so she’d talk to him was too alarming realistic to not go. Tugging on a sweater over her dress, she left her apartment for the first time when she hadn’t had to drop Beth off somewhere.
It was embarrassing how long she stood in front of Puck’s door. She didn’t know how to talk to him about this nor did she want to. Quinn entered his apartment finally and much to what she expected, he was sitting on the couch waiting for her. She provided him an awkward wave as a hello. Standing near the door for a moment, she debated whether to sit in the chair or where he indicated. Quinn slowly walked over and took the seat between his legs. She’d have his warmth and he wouldn’t be able to make eye contact with her this way. It was pretty win/win for her at the moment.
Puck wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to him. He nipped at her shoulder and squeezed her hip. “So are you going to tell me what’s up? Or do I need to get it out of you?” He brushed her hair aside to expose the column of her neck and attached his lips to her skin. “I’m kinda hoping I need to get it out of you,” he grinned.
In truth he had missed her. Puck still wasn’t sure what it was he had done to piss her off but the back and forth that they had going on was kind of pissing him off. At least in the past he had been able to figure out what it was that she was blaming him for but this time he honestly had no clue.
Puck unlocked his door and went back to his game. He just got the new Lara Croft game and had been up since six am playing the game. His eyes were just about in need of a rest when he heard the soft snick of the door opening and closing behind him. He paused and saved he game before throwing the controller back onto the coffee table.
“Hey, Princess,” he greeted. They had both been busy for a while now and with Quinn pushing him away and Puck staying away, he hadn’t seen very much of her lately. “C’mere,” he cocked his head and pat the couch cushions right between his legs.
I’ve been busy. And fine, I’ll come over.
Door is unlocked.
Why because you want to coax whatever is bugging me out with bacon, sex or both?
Or you know… cause I haven’t seen you all week. Even Littlefoot thinks we’re fighting again.
