There's not enough rain in Oklahoma, to wash the sins out of that house,
There's not enough wind in Oklahoma, to rip the nails out of the past..
Puck and Quinn had woken early on thanksgiving morning, and were expressing their thanks in the best way they knew how. Quinn was sat on top of him, her head thrown back in ecstasy, her nails digging into his chest as she rose and fell on him quickly, bouncing on him as Puck's hands helped her hips keep up the fast paced rhythm. He couldn't believe that the beautiful, flawless, gorgeous blonde woman riding him was his, was his fiancé, the mother of his children and his soul mate. How had he gotten so lucky?
The first time he had ever laid eyes on Quinn Fabray, he had been fourteen and walking down the hall to his history class- the only class he didn't skip back then. The halls had been crammed full of students, but he had noticed her right away, and had been struck by how effortlessly beautiful she was. That night he had laid awake all night dreaming of the blonde, thinking about what it would be like to have her, to be with her, to love her, to make love to her. He dreamt about that a lot over the course of the year, imagining what it would be like to get Quinn naked and love her the way she deserved. When Quinn fell pregnant with Beth, he had thought he had lost her forever, especially when she chose Finn over him. And then Sam. Then Finn again. Then Joe. Then the Yale Professor. Then Biff. Puck had wholly believed he would never get the chance to be with the love of his life again.
But here they were in their bedroom, in their bed, with Quinn riding him and moaning out his name, her belly not yet sporting the bump of their babies. She loved him, and he loved her and he was so thankful,to God or Jesus or whoever it was that let him love Quinn.
"Oh, Noah," Quinn moaned, leaning forward to brace herself on his chest, seeking out his lust and love filled eyes with her own as she bounced up and down on him, pleasure thrumming throughout her veins.
Quinn couldn't help but let his real name slip from her lips as they welcomed the morning, squeezing her eyes shut against the pleasure filling her body. She had wanted this since she was fourteen and she first spotted Puck out on the field. There were plenty of hot, cute boys jogging and practicing football drills that day, but she had only had eyes for him. For Puck. She had day dreamed about him in classes, added the extra coat of mascara in the hopes he would notice her over Santana and Brittany, and dated his best friend to try to make him jealous and want her. She had made a lot of mistakes, mistakes that she had thought would cost her him forever, because of her stupid pride.
But there he was beneath her, staring up at her with the dark eyes she had fallen for the first time she saw them, shining with pure love for her. He loved her, he had always loved her and she was so thankful to spend every day of her life loving him.
Puck surged upwards, pulling her lips to his and kissing her with all the love and passion that he could, thrusting up as she slammed down, Quinn panting into his mouth in pleasure as they neared their climaxes. Quinn's hands were clutching and tugging at his hair, her sweaty forehead resting against his, her hazel eyes staring deep into his for as long as she could before she squeezed her eyes shut tight and threw her head back, her mouth dropping open as she gasped out his name, her mouth staying open in a silent scream of pure pleasure as her walls clenched tight around him, urging him on. He grunted into her neck as he came inside her, glad that they no longer needed to use condoms now that she was pregnant. It was so much more intimate in his mind to make love to her without anything separating them.
"Mmm, wake me up like that more often," Quinn sighed, her head dropping into his neck as she gasped for air, her hands on his back to keep him close to her, enjoying the way his muscles rippled beneath his skin every time he moved. "Happy thanksgiving," she hummed, kissing the spot where she could see his pulse beating beneath the tanned skin.
"Happy thanksgiving, Q," Puck chuckled, turning his head to kiss her hair, stroking his fingers lightly up and down her back, his lips curling into a grin, Quinn peering up at him and arching her brow at the smile that spread across his face. "This time next year, the twins will be here. We'll be a family," he murmured, pressing his lips to her forehead, watching her hand move to her abdomen. She seemed to do that every time they talked about their babies and he loved it.
"A family," she repeated with a smile, nuzzling his neck and bringing his hand to her belly, too. "What are you thankful for? You know, the whole thanksgiving sex thing," she asked, biting her lip a little and joining their fingers together.
"You," he answered simply, smiling at her as she peered up at him with big, innocent, hazel eyes. She would always be the innocent little blonde to him, even if he had woke up to her giving him a blowjob. "I'm thankful for every day that I get to wake up with you in my arms, knowing that I'll get to spend every day for the rest of my life doing so. I'm thankful that after twelve years of being in love with you, I finally get to have you and love you the way you always should have been loved," he murmured, stroking her cheek, taking in every little detail of her gorgeous face and the way she leant into his touch. "I'm thankful for the twins, that they're healthy and that we're going to be a family. I'm thankful that you let me be the one to love you. I love you, more than I knew I could ever love someone," he told her, brushing his lips against hers. "What are you thankful for?" he asked, admiring the way their bare legs tangled together in the sheets, feeling her fingers stroking his chest absently.
Quinn smiled a teary smile at him and brought his lips to hers, kissing him sweetly and sniffing a little. "I'm thankful for every day that I spend being loved by you. You've always been the one person in my life that has loved me no matter what. Whether I was a total bitch, pregnant, a skank. It didn't matter. You loved me when I couldn't love myself and I'm thankful for every second that I spend with you. I'm thankful for our babies, that I'm pregnant again and we get to be a family. I love you, so much," she breathed, kissing him again and forcing her tongue past his lips, pushing him onto his back as she rolled on top of him, pressing her breasts into his chest as he kissed her back.
"Quinn! Noah!" Hannah yelled, rattling the door handle in an attempt to open the locked door, Quinn giggling at Puck's groan of frustration as she rolled off of him. "You have visitors! Get some clothes on and hurry up," she ordered, slamming her fist into the door for good measure before heading back downstairs loudly. Her brother and Quinn had been waking her up all night, so there was no way she was letting them sleep in.
"Babe, whoever it is can wait. Come back to bed," Puck pouted, watching his fiancé walk naked around their bedroom, reaching out for her lazily, the blonde giggling and bouncing out of his reach, causing her breasts to sway in response.
"Get up," Quinn replied, searching through the wardrobe for something to wear, sighing as warm hands slid around her waist, lips brushing against her neck. "Mmm, baby, that's really distracting," she hummed, arching her back as his hand brushed over her breast teasingly, trying to focus on the dress she was trying to put on. "If you don't get dressed, I'll ban you from sex for the rest of day," she threatened, removing his hand from her breast and slipping into her dress, "I hope its not my mother. I can't deal with her right now."
Puck quickly stopped trying to get into her pants at the touch of sadness in her eyes, turning her to face him and cupping her face, stroking away the dampness beneath her beautiful eyes. "If its your mother, I'll ask her to leave," he assured the blonde, kissing her pouting lips, feeling her smile a little against his lips as she nodded.
"I love you," Quinn sniffed, hugging into his chest with a sigh.
"I love you, too."
"About time!" Santana smirked as Puck and Quinn came down the stairs, smirking a little as Quinn blushed, knowing exactly what the two had been up to this fine morning. It was a wonder to her how the two got out of bed when they were so fricking obsessed with touching each other. Even now, she could see Quinn groping Puck's ass and rubbing herself against him. Sex addicts.
"You didn't tell me you were coming to visit," Quinn smiled, glancing behind the Latina, her smile falling from her lips and a scowl slipping into place. "No way. No, he is not staying here. No. Babe, tell him to go back to the hole he came out of," she whined, spotting Jake and Marley getting out of the car. She had hated Jake from the moment she met him and as soon as she had found out what he did to Marley, that was that. Quinn was very firmly leading the 'I hate Jake Puckerman' party.
"Q, come on. Its Thanksgiving and he doesn't have any other family. His Mom is in Mexico on a job offer and we all know how much of an ass my Dad is," Puck pouted, trying the puppy dog eyes that had worked on her last night when she got mad at him for eating the last of the ice cream. Evidently that was a one time thing, as she didn't look like she was going to budge on this.
"We don't want him here," Quinn argued, hands on her hips, her eyes flicking down to her stomach. She felt bad for Jake not having any family, but that didn't mean she wanted him around her. Who knows what she might catch from him. He was almost as big a manwhore as his father was, at least in her eyes. "Are you really going to argue with me on this?" she asked, her voice low and dark, her lips pursing a little as she gave Puck the famous Quinn Fabray glare. "We both know I'll win," she added, quirking her eyebrow a little, Puck swallowing a little.
"Jake! Good to see you, bro!" Puck grinned, stepping around Quinn who practically hissed at him, heading over to hug his brother. Quinn would be pissed with him, and he would have to watch out for her putting things in his food or shaving his head tonight but Jake was family. Sure, he was a total dick sometimes, but he couldn't help but see himself in him, the old Puck, the one that screwed anything with boobs to try to get the woman he loved to notice him. He knew Marley was Jake's Quinn, knew how bad it felt to screw up the chance to be with the love of your life. But, he had never cheated on Quinn and could easily say he never would.
"Yeah, you too. This place is awesome, I would've stayed around for a while after your accident but I got called back to work," Jake smiled, hugging Puck and setting his duffle bag down on the floor, chancing a glance at Quinn who definitely did not look happy to see him. He would have to talk to her, as it seemed that despite her calling him to come to the hospital when Puck was hurt, she still hated him. "Hey, Quinn," he tried, the blonde narrowing her eyes sceptically at the bottle of wine he handed her to go with the dinner.
"I don't drink," Quinn snapped in response, Santana sniggering and muttering about Scary Quinn making an appearance pretty soon.
"Jake! You came!" Hannah cried, running into the house from outside, her long brown her damp from swimming in the lake. She threw herself into her brother's arms and hugged him tight, Ruth and Maggie coming down the hall to join them. "Are you staying for Thanksgiving? Grams is making turkey and everything," she grinned excitedly, pulling out of his hold and smiling at Marley who hovered awkwardly. "Are you two back together like Noah and Quinn?" she asked, a touch of hopefulness in her voice. She liked Marley, as she was good for her brother. Good for him like Quinn was for Noah. Although, Quinn was definitely her favourite new sister.
"I'd love to stay, if that's ok with you all," Jake replied, biting his lip a little and glancing over at Marley who was texting, probably Ryder again. "And no, we're not," he added with a sigh, rolling his eyes as Quinn grinned happily. He should've known she would be happy about that.
"Of course, Jake. The more the merrier," Ruth told him, rifling through the drawer of the cabinet by the door for her car keys. "We're going to head out and pick up a few things for dinner. Don't set the house on fire," she sighed jokingly, winking at Quinn who smiled back. The fire wasn't a sensitive topic, not anymore.
"Have they found out who did that yet? I mean its been like what, three days? Surely they must have a lead by now," Santana frowned, hooking her arm around Quinn's as they headed out into the garden. It was a cool day, but the sun was still out and so they wanted to make the most of it before the winter hit. It was supposed to snow pretty heavily this year, at least where they were in Wisconsin.
"The police have confirmed it wasn't an accident, and someone definitely torched the house on purpose. They found an empty bottle of lighter fluid and a silver lighter in the rubble of the kitchen but that's all. They suspected it was Quinn's ex, but he's been in England for the past two months. So they're still looking," Puck explained, drawing Quinn down into his lap, his arms around her waist as they cuddled on one of the loungers. Quinn's insurance had already come through, so money wasn't an issue over the loss of the house. He just wanted to know who it was that had burnt her house down, and be sure they were put away where Quinn wouldn't be hurt by them. "I just want them to be put away, so they can't touch us again."
"They'll find whoever it was, eventually," Marley smiled, sharing the lounger with Jake, though they were sat far apart from each other. She had agreed to come along to say goodbye to Maggie, and to see Quinn and Puck again, not because she had feelings for Jake. She did, and she probably always would, but she couldn't trust him anymore.
"Mmm, where's Brittany?" Quinn asked, looking over at Santana and threading her fingers through Puck's, squeezing his hands that rested innocently on her abdomen. She knew soon enough they would have to tell people about the twins, as she swore her stomach was more rounded than usual. This time around, she couldn't wait to be able to see the bump of her babies.
"She's teaching dance this weekend, and you know how much I hate those snotty nosed little shits," Santana shrugged, lying back in the grass with a sigh, stretching her arms up to the sky. She had a funny feeling around Quinn, a feeling that the blonde was hiding something from her. The last time she had that feeling, Quinn had admitted to cheating on the professor with Puck. Quinn could never hide things from her for long; her Mexican third eye would find out soon enough. "Have you guys decided on a wedding date yet?" she asked, thinking maybe that was eat, rolling onto her stomach to examine Quinn closer.
"Not yet, but it won't be too far off," Quinn mumbled, shifting a little in Puck's arms to cuddle into his chest, using her hand on his cheek to tilt his head a little and kissing him lightly. "It'll be before I get too big," she muttered against his lips before kissing him again, Puck nodding his agreement. She wanted to marry him before the twins were born, and preferably before she was the size of Titanic 2.0.
"What was that?" Santana smirked, arching her brow at the couple who she could hear muttering back and forth, pursing her lips at Quinn who looked to her and simply shrugged in response. "Right, come on, Tubbers. We're going for a walk. Marley, you too," she announced, getting to her feet and holding her hands out to the girls. "Now," she added, before the pouting blonde could argue with her.
Quinn sighed and reluctantly pulled free of Puck's arms, leaning in to kiss him again before pulling away and following Santana and Marley through the grass towards the house. It really was beautiful here in the fall, the crisp autumn leaves crunching beneath their feet as they walked. She couldn't wait until the day she and Puck had their own family in their own house, playing in the piles of autumn leaves in the garden. Thanksgiving had always been her favourite holiday, and she hoped Beth was enjoying herself too, as she would forever be thankful for her little blonde angel.
"So what do you want to talk about? I'm guessing there's something, seeing as you got us out here," Quinn sighed, glancing over at Santana as they made their way into the house. "Hot chocolate? I love drinking hot chocolate in the fall," she smiled, moving into the kitchen and filling the kettle with water to boil.
"How are things going with Puck? You haven't started planning the wedding yet," Santana noted, sitting at the breakfast bar that was covered in cakes and pies for tonight's Thanksgiving dinner.
"Things are great, San. We're just taking some time to be us again for a while, you know? I want to marry him, and I want it to be soon, but I don't want to rush anything and lose him. I feel whole when he's here with me, like he's the other half of me. We spent so many years hiding from each other, playing stupid games so no one would ever know we cared for each other. I wasted so much time trying to find men to measure up to him, when I could have had him all along. I love him, more than I thought I could ever love someone besides my child. I don't want to screw that up by roping him into marrying me before we're both ready. There's nothing wrong with waiting a few months," Quinn replied, fixing up three mugs of hot chocolate and coming over to join them at the breakfast bar.
The three women were quiet for a few moments before Marley spoke up, her eyes staring into Quinn's. "I've never seen anyone love the way you and Puck do. Its like you move, and he does too. You breathe in and he breathes out. You're made for each other, there's no doubting that. I think that you're afraid, because the two of you have been through more than most of us will ever. You have every right to be scared, of love, or marriage, or starting a family together. But I don't think you have anything to be scared of. Puck loves you, and he's probably in the same position as you. He doesn't want you to run from him, the same way you don't want to push him away," Marley shrugged, smiling a little and bringing her mug to her lips, taking a long sip of the warm, chocolate liquid. "I heard Puck and Jake on the phone last night," she grinned in response to Quinn's wide eyes.
"What were they talking about?" Santana asked eagerly, pouncing on the opportunity to get the latest scoop, leaning forward on her elbows.
"Santana, stop," Quinn sighed, rolling her eyes and twisting her ring around her finger for a long moment before sniffing quietly. "I think I need to take a walk," she muttered, getting up from her seat and heading outside, the grass tickling her bare legs as she walked. Puck seemed pretty happy talking with Jake, and she was glad of that. Jake was a total asshole in her mind for hurting Marley, but she had cheated too, she had hurt people too. Maybe Jake deserved a chance to prove himself. That or the twins were trying to make Mommy like their Uncle again.
Puck looked up as she walked, almost as if he could sense her, a happy smile spreading across his face. God, she loved that smile. She loved his smile. It was as if his eyes shone like a million stars when he smiled, and his smile could light up the whole town. His smile was her favourite, because she knew that it was meant for her, just as the smile that spread across hers in response was meant for him.
And so she walked straight up to her fiancé and crushed her lips to his, kissing him hard as he pulled her down into his lap, his fingers tangling in her hair to keep her close to him as she ran her tongue along his lip before sucking on it.
"Marry me," Quinn breathed, cupping his face in her hands, her forehead pressed against his as she kept their faces close together.
"What are we waiting for."
"Hannah, how has school been working out?" Quinn asked, laughing at a joke Maggie had made and leaning across the table to grab the bowl of mashed potatoes. She couldn't seem to stop eating it, and she wondered if it was too early to have her first craving. Puck seemed to be thinking the same thing, as his hand kept sneaking from her thigh to stroke his thumb over her belly every now and then, a smile on his face. Everyone was so happy, especially Santana who was drunk and laughing wildly.
"Its way better than my school in Lima! I tried out for cheerleading and I made the team," Hannah announced with a grin, pouring gravy over her dinner happily. She had wanted to be a cheerleader ever since she was a little kid and she first met Quinn. It was pretty easy to say Quinn was definitely her hero.
"Really?! That's amazing! You'll be an amazing cheerleader," Quinn smiled, spooning the mashed potatoes onto her plate happily. Thanksgiving last year had been awful, as she'd been forced to sit at the table and listen to her mother doting on Frannie and her newborn son, as if she had never had a grandchild before. She was glad to spend the holiday with people she was truly thankful for.
"If I catch any boys getting handsy, I'll shoot them myself," Puck grumbled, slumping down in his seat and scowling as the whole table erupted into laughter, Quinn throwing her head back laughing like a little kid. He knew exactly how tempting cheerleading uniforms were, as he had spent years lusting over Quinn in hers. It was still a memory that turned him on, and if he ever got to see her in it again, he would not be able to keep his hands off her. No way were any creeps having that with his sister. Ever.
"Oh hey, pot meet kettle," Santana yelled, laughing drunkenly and shaking her head, leaning over to high five Hannah who was on the verge of crying she was laughing so hard, slumped on the table to try to control herself. "How many times did your eyes roll back in your head when Fabray was prancing around in her uniform, huh? You freaking loved that damn uniform!" she screeched, clutching her stomach as she laughed, Quinn swatting her arm and rolling her eyes.
"Mom, how is work?" Puck asked, trying to change the subject from cheerleading and skimpy uniforms. He couldn't get the memory of Quinn in her uniform out of his head, and it only got worse when Quinn leant into him, a naughty little smile twisting up her lips.
"I still have my uniform, you know. Its upstairs, in our room, right now. Maybe we can sneak away, have a little fun later. Maybe I can cheer you on whilst you fuck me," Quinn breathed into his ear, squeezing his bulge and kissing his cheek innocently before sitting back in her seat, smirk in place as she listened to Ruth talk about the new medical supplies that had been delivered, knowing damn well what Puck was trying to keep hidden under the table. Served him right for turning her on and leaving her hanging the other night when they went out for dinner.
"Alright guys, before we start on dessert, I want everyone to say what they're thankful for this year," Maggie smiled, looking around the table at her family. It was so lovely to have everyone back here, to be surrounded by her family who were all very much happy, for her last Thanksgiving. It made her so happy that Noah and Quinn had found their way back to each other, and she only wished Jake and Marley would, so all three of her grandchildren would be happy and cared for when she left. "Hannah, you first."
Hannah grinned happily, glad to have the whole family's attention as she stood up and cleared her throat. "I'm thankful to have all of my family back and I'm happy Quinn is back here because she's a super cool sister. Marley, you're pretty great too, so I'm glad you're here. I'm thankful for my friends and that I get to spend the whole year with Grams. I think this is the best year, ever," she beamed, her smile growing wider at the smiles she received in return. "Jake, your turn!" she ordered as she sat back down.
"I'm thankful to spend Thanksgiving surrounded by family. Its been tough, missing my Mom and all but I'm glad I have you guys, too. Even though Quinn hates me," Jake teased, winking at Quinn who stuck her tongue out at him. At least it wasn't the glare he was used to from her. "I'm thankful to Marley for coming up here, even though I broke your heart a hundred different ways with what I did. Marls, I love you, and I know that the trust has been long gone and I know it still hurts, and I wish there was someway to take all the pain away that I caused you. I'm so sorry, and it means so much that you came with me," he murmured, smiling to Marley and squeezing her hand.
"I love you, too," Marley whispered tearfully, sniffing a little and offering him a small smile. There was a lot for them to discuss tonight.
"Quinn, your turn," he offered, sitting down and hoping she didn't snap at him. Luckily, she seemed pretty happy, just like the whole family seemed to be.
Quinn giggled as she stood up, squeezing Puck's cheek to make his lips pop out. It was hilarious the way he puckered up like a duck. "I'm thankful that I have a family now, that accept me for who I am, past and bad decisions included. I've spent so long trying to be who others want me to be and I'm glad to say that I like who I am right now, and I am that person because of all of you. Puck, I'm thankful for you, that your heart loves a damaged heart like mine and that I have you in my life. I love you with everything I am, and I can't wait to spend every day of the rest of my life with you," she smiled, stroking his cheek lovingly, tears filling her eyes as he smiled up at her, giving her the little nod of encouragement to do what they had decided to do earlier. "And that on the thirteenth of December, I'll be your wife, for better and for worse. I'm also thankful that we now know my womb is definitely fully functional and working as it should be," she smirked, sitting in his lap and kissing him, wrapping her arms tight around his neck and waiting for the Puckerman family to figure out what she meant.
Hannah was the first to figure it out, screaming excitedly and jumping up from her seat. Ruth was next, her hands flying to her mouth in surprise, tears filling her eyes.
"Oooh! A grand baby?!" Ruth shrieked, leaning forward eagerly, a huge smile spreading across her face. Oh, how she had been longing for another grandchild, for her son and the blonde to finally have a baby they could call their own and take away a little of the pain of losing Beth.
"Not just one, Mom. Two babies. Its twins!" Puck announced happily, beaming up at Quinn who was looking down at him with so much happiness in her eyes that he felt his heart swell until he thought it might burst. He loved this woman so much, loved her and the babies that were growing inside her at this very moment. "You have no idea how much I love you," he murmured against her lips, cupping her face in his hand as he stroked his thumb along her cheekbone. "I love you with every fibre of my being, Lucy. You and our children," he smiled, nudging her nose with his before bringing her lips to his and kissing her with as much love as he could, wanting her to feel just how much he loved her, how much he adored and worshipped her. She was his everything.
Quinn was crying happily as she kissed him back, her fingers lost in his hair as she held him to her, her tears dampening his cheeks also. Everything was so different this time. Everyone was so happy that she was pregnant, that she was carrying two wonderful children inside her. There was no anger, there were no threats or people being thrown out. She and her babies were loved, and accepted, and she couldn't be happier in Puck's arms, with his family chattering excitedly about baby names and whether they would be boys or girls. Their moment was perfect, absolutely perfect.
Until it wasn't.
"You know, its funny how 'in love' you are when you both started this whole thing out pretending to be together. You hadn't even spoken in years before this, right Q? Its a total cliché, like a frickin movie or something," Santana laughed drunkenly, Quinn swallowing hard and tightening her hold a little on Puck as Ruth shot them both a confused look.
"Santana, maybe you should take a walk and sober up a little," Jake suggested, knowing exactly where this was headed. Puck had told him everything, about asking Quinn to help him. He also knew that whilst it had been pretend at the beginning, Puck had loved Quinn the entire time. No one in the family needed to know the details.
"What? I'm right! Its like a movie! Dying grandma, a favour, a pretend relationship to fool everyone. I swear I've seen this in a movie before. Are you sure you're preggers, Q? Or is this another part of your little game?" Santana asked, her tone a little bitter, a little hurt. "Rachel told me everything," she added bitterly. How dare the hobbit know before she did.
"Santana, please," Quinn whispered tearfully, shaking her head a little. This couldn't be happening.
"What, Quinn? You don't want me to spill all the dirty details of your little pretence? That's fine, its not like you told me anyway. I had to find out from someone else," Santana muttered, getting up from the table and storming off upstairs angrily.
"Is there something you'd like to explain to us all?" Ruth asked the pair, her voice cold and her eyes hard.
"Mom, we can explain everything," Puck started, holding Quinn's hand in his. They were sat on the sofa in the living room with Ruth and Maggie. Hannah had gone upstairs without speaking a word to either of them, and Quinn felt awful for breaking her heart, and for not being the one to tell her best friend the whole story. She was going to lay into Rachel later, but right now this was a lot more important than her.
"It better be some explanation," Maggie replied, her words causing Quinn to flinch a little and hold tighter to Puck's hand, She had never heard Maggie sound so cold and unwelcoming, and Puck hadn't either.
"We never meant to hurt anyone," Quinn whispered, wiping at her cheek as a tear rolled down her skin. This had been a plan, yes, but not for selfish reasons. They had only wanted to help, to make Maggie's last few months easier.
"Q, you don't have to explain any of this. This was all my idea, Quinn was just trying to help," Puck sighed, swiping his thumb over her knuckles before looking into her eyes and wiping away the dampness beneath them. "You don't have to stay, babe. Its not good for you or the babies," he murmured, brushing his thumb over her lip. He didn't want her getting stressed and causing herself and the babies any damage. This wasn't their fault.
"No, I'm staying. I was as much a part of this as you were," she argued, shaking her head and threading their fingers together. "We don't face anything alone anymore, remember?" she told him, mustering up as much courage as she could and bringing his hand to her lips.
"Why? Why would you do this Noah?" Ruth asked, sighing and covering her face for a long moment before looking to Quinn, the blonde who had become a second daughter to her lately. "Quinn, are you really pregnant?" she asked weakly, pinching the bridge of her nose as the blonde sighed.
"Yes, I am pregnant and yes, we are getting married in December. This might have started out pretend, but its not anymore. It hasn't been for a long time, I love Puck," Quinn told them both, offering Puck a small smile.
"We started this out to try to help, to try to make you see that I am happy and would be cared for once you go. I know how much you used to worry about me, Grams, and I don't want you to worry anymore. I love Quinn, I love our babies and they are made from love. You both know its always been Quinn," he sighed, smiling a little as he felt Quinn's fingers tighten around his.
"I just don't understand why you kept this from all of us. Why didn't you just come clean as soon as it stopped being pretend? I would have preferred to hear it from you two, rather than your drunken friend," Maggie admitted, shaking her head a little. "How long? How long has it been real for?" she asked, not completely sure she wanted to hear the answer from them.
"Since the day we took the boat out, for me at least. I was such a bitch to you that day, because I was so in love with you and I didn't know how to tell you. I was jealous about you and Dianna, that you had loved another woman besides me and I thought that if I told you, you would leave me for her and I couldn't risk that. I'd been feeling things for you before that, but that was the day it really hit me that I was in love with you. I love you, so much. Its always been you, and it will always be you," Quinn breathed, cupping Puck's cheek in her hand and looking into his eyes. "The night you turned up on my doorstep, you changed my life for the better. I agreed to do this with you, because I wanted to feel what it was like to be loved by you again," she admitted, sniffing a little and offering him a small smile.
"You never had to be jealous of her, Q. The only reason I was with her was because she reminded me of you. It was real for me right from the beginning, I loved you every day we were together. I just never told you because I didn't want you to run away from me. I had to have you again, even if it was supposed to be pretend. I will never stop trying to have you, to win your heart," Puck murmured, turning his head a little to kiss her wrist gently, Quinn smiling up at him with tears rolling down her cheeks. "We might have gone into this with a motive, but that's long gone. I love Quinn and we're getting married. Here, if you can accept us now you know the truth. Wherever she goes, I'll follow. You've always known that," he told his Mom, taking Quinn's small hand in his, the contrasts between their skin tones never failing to make him smile.
Ruth and Maggie were silent for a long moment before Maggie smiled and held her hands out to Quinn, the blonde reaching out and holding on tight, tears shimmering in her eyes.
"We knew all along," Maggie confessed with a cheeky grin, sitting back and smirking at the looks of pure shock that took over their faces, Ruth crossing her arms and grinning at them. "You can't fool us. We've always known when you two were together," she grinned, laughing at the look on Puck's face.
"How did you know?" Quinn asked weakly, not so sure she wanted to know the answer, resting her hand on her belly, glancing up at Puck who looked as though he had seen a ghost.
"There were no sex noises coming from your room."
"I can't believe they knew the whole time what was going on between us," Quinn muttered for the hundredth time as they climbed the stairs. She felt exhausted after today, but she knew she needed to speak to both Hannah and Santana and apologize to them for what they had done. Hannah was first on her list, as Santana would have passed out by now, anyways. Plus, the younger Puckerman was a sister to her now, and Hannah deserved an explanation. "I need to go speak to Hannah, I'll meet you in our room in a little while. I love you," she sighed, leaning in to kiss him, seeing he was just as tired as she was.
"I love you, too. Always," Puck murmured, kissing her again before heading down the hall to their room. He was going to run a bath, relax a little and hold Quinn tight to him all night long.
"Hannah, its Quinn, please can I come in?" Quinn asked, knocking on Hannah's door before opening it a little and peering inside the dark room. Hannah was curled up in bed with her laptop, but she looked up at the sound of the door opening, staring blankly back at her.
"What do you want, Quinn? If that's even your real name," Hannah snapped, scowling at her and returning her attention to Netflix, scrolling through the horror movies available. She wasn't in the mood for romance films tonight.
"Its my middle name, but you already know that," Quinn smiled, trying to lighten the mood a little, sighing and closing the door behind her. "Can I sit down?" she asked, biting her lip a little. Hannah had never been angry with her before, and she didn't completely know how to approach this, how to make it better, sitting down when Hannah nodded. "I know that it doesn't fix things, but I am sorry for all of this. We never meant to hurt any of you," she breathed, reaching for her hand, flinching as Hannah moved away from her.
"So how long before you leave again? That's what you did last time. At least you're saying goodbye this time. Last time I woke up and ran into your room, and you were gone. You left without even saying goodbye to me," Hannah reminded her bitterly, crossing her arms tight over her chest. It had broke her heart when she woke up to Quinn having left during the night. Quinn had been her hero, had been everything she wanted to be.
"Hannah, I'm so sorry. I wanted to say goodbye to you, but I couldn't do it. I didn't say goodbye to your Mom either, or Puck. I couldn't stay, but I couldn't say goodbye either. I'm so, so sorry if you thought I abandoned you. I was a scared, messed up teenager and I had no idea what to do for myself or for Beth, or Puck. So I left. But I'm not leaving this time, Hannah. I'm here, because I love your brother with all my heart and I want to marry him and spend the rest of my life with him and the twins," Quinn explained softly, reaching out for her hand again, glad she didn't snatch it away again this time.
Hannah was silent for a long moment, her eyes flickering from their hands to Quinn and back again a few times before she pushed her laptop aside and threw herself into Quinn's arms. "Don't ever leave again," she croaked, burying her face in Quinn's neck and holding on tight to her, feeling her arms wrap tight around her waist.
"Never," Quinn promised, holding her tight before pulling away a little and cupping her sweet little face. "You're my sister now, Hannah. Its me and you, ok? Us girls have got to stick together, and these babies need their Aunty Hannah," she smiled, bringing Hannah's hand to her belly.
"I can feel a little bump, is that them?" Hannah asked, rubbing her hand over the barely noticeable bulge of Quinn's abdomen where her nieces or nephews lay inside their Mommy.
"Mmm, that's them," Quinn nodded happily, glad she wasn't the only one who felt the little bump of her stomach. Puck hadn't quite been able to notice it when she had told him. Maybe it was a female thing.
"I'm glad you're my sister," Hannah smiled, pulling her into a hug and holding on tight to her.
"I'm glad you're my sister, too."
Puck hummed softly as he dried himself off and headed into the bedroom, gaping a little at Quinn who was clad in her cheerios skirt, the top replaced by a lacy red bra, posed seductively against the bedpost with her bottom lip between her teeth. He dropped his towel immediately and moved towards her, his eyes roaming her body greedily as he reached for her, pulling her body close to his.
"I swear this thing looks better and better on you every time," Puck muttered, cupping her ass through the slits of her skirt, his eyebrow flicking up when all he felt was the bare skin of her ass. Oh, holy shit.
Quinn simply smirked up at him before planting her hands on his chest and shoving him backwards onto their bed, straddling him and humming in delight as she rocked herself against his cock, glad that she had left her panties off. "I want you so badly," she breathed, a dark hunger glowing in her hazel eyes as she rocked against him a little faster, licking her lips in delight.
"Take it, baby. Its all yours," he muttered, squeezing her ass in both hands before brushing his hands up the sides of her body, Quinn thrusting her breasts out at him, letting him fill his hands with them.
"Mine," she hummed, pushing him down and kissing him hard, leaving his lips before he had the chance to kiss her back, kissing at his neck and licking his skin before sucking hard, leaving a mark there to blossom and continuing down his chest, licking at his nipple with a hum of delight. She kissed her way down his body, leaving hot, open mouthed kissed down his abdomen until she was face to face with his erection, licking her lips greedily.
"I want this off. Now," Puck growled, hooking his finger under her bra between her breasts and tugging a little, Quinn smirking and kneeling up between his legs. Slowly she slid each strap from her shoulder, brushing her hands up her stomach to cup her breasts, letting out a low moan before snapping her bra open from the front, tossing the fabric away. Puck stared at her like she was an angel, pulling her down to kiss her hard, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and feeling her breasts press into his chest as she moaned into his mouth.
"Is this for me?" Quinn asked innocently, leaving his lips and moving back between his legs, wrapping her hand around his rock hard cock and pumping slowly, a devilish smirk lighting up her face as she darted her tongue out to lick his tip, moaning in delight.
"Mmm, all for you. Always for you," Puck groaned, her words making him shiver as he thrust his hips into her hand as she stroked him. God, she was going to be the death of him, her ass waving around in the air and that sexy cheerios skirt, tugging her to him to kiss her again, grabbing and squeezing her breast as his other hand found her ass, spanking the firm flesh, Quinn jerking a little and moaning into his mouth before moving down his body, spreading his legs open for her and licking her lips at the sight of his cock stood proud and ready for her. Puck groaned and shifted his hips a little in search of her mouth, Quinn growling and pushing him back down.
"Nuh uh, don't fucking try anything," she scolded with a smile, sinking her teeth into the skin of his thigh, biting him lightly. "Don't fucking try anything," she growled, holding his hips down and smirking up at him as he threw his head back with a loud groan. She was in control tonight, and she would decided what he got and when he got it.
Puck groaned again and closed his eyes tight so he wouldn't have to see her lust crazed eyes or that sexy little smirk of hers. Quinn was so sweet and pure during the day, walking around in her modest dresses, but in bed, she was a hellcat. And he fucking loved it. He loved that he was the only one to see this side of her. This side was all his.
"Mmm, so hard. You're always so hard and ready for me," she moaned, licking her tongue up his length and mewing in delight at his taste, Puck cursing under his breath. "You like it when I suck your cock?" she asked sweetly, but he could see the devil in her eyes as she smiled up at him, torturing him with teasing little licks before she suddenly fell on him, taking his whole length into her mouth and sucking greedily, her hand cupping and squeezing his balls as she performed her sexy little push ups, bobbing up and down on his cock and moaning at the feeling of Puck's fingers in her hair, his hips thrusting up and fucking her mouth. Quinn thrust his hands away from her and spanked his thigh, silently telling him he couldn't control her, switching it up by taking his balls into her mouth instead.
Puck felt like he was in heaven, forcing his eyes open to watch Quinn as she sucked him back into her mouth, groaning her name as he felt himself hit the back of her throat, then further, and further, till her nose was pressed into his groin and his length was entirely inside her mouth. By the way she was going, he wasn't going to last much longer, trying to pull her away, knowing she wouldn't be able to take it all. Quinn, however, had other ideas, wrapping her hand tight around his cock as she moved back before moving forward again, sucking him greedily, moaning around him and slapping his hands away.
"Babe, I'm gonna," Puck groaned, throwing his head back and grunting her name as she sucked faster, clearly going for the end prize. "Come here, let me eat you," he mumbled, grabbing at her, shifting her so she was sat on his face, Quinn going straight back to sucking on his cock. He couldn't help but smirk as she screamed around his cock as he thrust his tongue inside her, gripping onto her hips as she started humping his face, moaning around him as he licked and sucked her juices from her. He could barely breath with the way she was riding his face, but he couldn't care less, breathing in pure Quinn Fabray.
"So good," Quinn whined, lifting her head a little and letting out a long, desperate moan, rocking her hips faster and stuffing him back into her mouth to muffle her sounds as he started sucking on her clit, squeezing at his balls to finish him off, feeling him start to pulse in her mouth. Quinn jerked him to an end, her mouth open wide, taking everything he had for her as he shot his load all over her face, moaning loudly in pleasure as she swallowed, riding his face faster as he groaned against her, sending delicious vibrations shooting through her body. "Don't stop, baby. Don't stop," she panted, pushing up so she was sat up straight on his face, clutching at her breasts as she rocked her hips back and forth frantically, rubbing at her nipples to feel even more pleasure as he sucked and nibbled at her clit. She couldn't remember the last time she felt this horny, riding his face desperately.
All it took was one more flick of his tongue and she screamed out his name, her walls clenching tight around his tongue as it thrust deep inside her, coming so hard that her vision blurred, her body slumping down on top of his as her juices gushed out, Puck licking them up greedily.
"God, Q, that was so fucking hot," Puck sighed, turning his head and sucking a love bite onto her thigh, He only ever made them heart shaped for her. "Q?" he asked, jostling her a little, rolling her off him and smirking to see she had come so hard she had passed out, the blonde groaning a little as he tapped her cheek gently.
Quinn very nearly wiped the smug smile off of his face when she came around.
"Hello?" Beth asked, her voice so sweet and soft that Quinn couldn't help the tears that filled her eyes, clutching Puck's hand in hers.
"Hi, monkey face. Its your Mom and Dad," Puck smiled, kissing Quinn's hair lightly and holding her tighter to him. Beth and Shelby were in England for Thanksgiving, and so they had waited until it was almost her bed time in England before calling their little girl.
"Mommy! Daddy! Happy Thanksgiving!" Beth yelled happily down the phone, causing her parents to laugh tearfully. They would never get used to the sound of their daughter's voice. It was the best sound in the world.
"Happy Thanksgiving, baby, I hope you're having a wonderful time in England. We just wanted to call and tell you how thankful we are to have you, and how much we love you. You're our perfect thing," Quinn murmured, sniffing a little and holding onto Puck's arms around hers. Beth sounded so happy and as much as she loved that, she wished Beth was here with them, instead.
"I love you, too Mommy. I miss you, and your cuddles," Beth mumbled, and Puck could picture her pouting at the phone, just like her mother when she wanted something.
"I miss you too, baby girl. Especially your cuddles," Quinn sighed, wishing she could feel the weight of her little girl in her arms again. "When you get back to America, I want the biggest cuddle you could ever give me," she smiled, loving the laugh she got from Beth in response.
"Only if you cuddle me back. Mom said I could spend Hannukah with you and Daddy, if you say yes. Say yes, Mommy. I wanna see the cool candles," Beth babbled excitedly, clasping her hands and waiting for her mother to answer her.
"We would love for you to come and spend Hannukah with us, monkey face, but maybe you should come a little earlier. Maybe for the thirteenth, to see Mommy and I get married?" Puck asked with a grin, knowing Quinn was too emotional to speak at the possibility of spending the holiday with their daughter, holding her close and kissing her forehead.
"You're getting married?! Can I be a bridesmaid?!" Beth shrieked, Shelby glancing over and raising her eyebrows. She hadn't seen that coming, at least not this soon.
"You can be a bridesmaid, or a flower girl, or whatever you want sweetheart," Quinn promised, wishing her baby was here with her now, wishing she could see the excitement in her daughter's eyes as they planned out their Christmas wedding.
"Mom said she wants to call you tomorrow and talk to you about it. I can't wait to see you again!" Beth beamed, her happiness making her parents smile at each other.
"Tell your Mom to call us anytime she wants. We can't wait to see you either, baby girl. We love you, so much," Puck told her, holding Quinn's hand tight in his own and trying to hold in his emotion. Beth would be with them again, would be at their wedding, would see her mother pregnant with her brother and/or sister. It was more than he ever could have hoped for.
"I love you too, Daddy. I love you, Mommy," Beth breathed before she hung up, Quinn staring at the phone for a moment before pulling Puck into a hug, holding him tight as he held her, neither of them needing to speak any words at all, as they both felt the same way. They could have been sat there in bed for hours just holding each other, but they didn't care, simply holding tight to each other, sharing a kiss here and there.
"I'm going to wash the makeup from my face, and then we're going to sleep knowing we get to see our daughter again," Quinn murmured finally, kissing him long and slow before slipping out of bed and padding into the bathroom, closing the door behind her and turning on the taps, finding her face wash and her cotton wool pads, rifling through her makeup case in search of her moisturizer. Damn. Where the hell was it? Quinn pulled open her drawer, rifling through it, freezing as her fingers landed on something cool, slowly pulling it out to see what it was.
A silver lighter.
Quinn stared at it for a long moment before slowly lifting her eyes to the mirror and staring herself in the eyes, twisting the silver lighter between her fingers before dropping it into the toilet and flushing it away, slowly closing the toilet lid.
Puck never needed to know the silver lighters had been a twin set.
Shatter every window, until its all blown away.
Every brick, every board, every slamming door's blown away,
Till there's nothing left standing, nothing lest of yesterday.