She ignored his comment, focusing on how she needed the tiny container that held the whipped cream. She laughed exaggeratedly at the foamy white santa-like mustache that dripped from Puck’s top lip, proud of her creation. She put down the whipped cream, wiping her hands and silently giggling. She bit her lip and widened her mouth in awe at the nerve he had to top her whipped cream boobs with a cherry. She held her boobs in her hands, mocking the Katy Perry gesture in the music video “California Gurls.” She wrapped her one arm around his waist, while her right arm dumped the rest of the gunk ( a mixture of sprinkles, baking soda and whipped cream), down his shirt. “Ya, I uh, didn’t really think this out very well,” She chuckled, closing her eyes as he wiped the excess whipped cream mustache on her cheek. She raised a curious eyebrow, taking her hand and swiping the cream off her cheek and placing it in her mouth. “How are you going to do that?” She challenged him, looking him in the eyes, a hint of playfulness twinkling in her own.
Puck licked his lips as he watched her grab hold of her boobs. He felt things start to get a little warm as she got close to him, wrapping her arm around his waist. He licked his lips and then leaned down and kissed her lips. Laughing, “I think we have to try to bake when my sister. We won’t end up like this,” he expressed placing her on the edge of the counter. ”Oh I have a few ways to clean you up,” he expressed winking at her. ”Im sure that you will enjoy it alot,” he whispered before leaning over kissing her lips and then moving down to start licking whip cream off the top of her breasts. He moved his hand up to push up on them slightly to bring the closer to his mouth. He groaned out as he licked off every white part, dipping his tongue between the cleavage of her.
Quinn sat thoughtfully in her seat, looking out the window and thinking of all the possible family activities they could do together. A part of her thought none of this was fair. Fair for her, Puck or Beth. They were a family. She would do anything to have her baby back in her arms for the rest of her life. But she knew deep down that it wouldn’t work. The unfair and illegal ethics she had primarily focused on at the beginning of the year were unnecessary and completely immoral. She knew that now and she was never going back down that road, but her longing for Beth still remained. She thought, maybe with Beth around, she would always have that worth or a known purpose. And wouldn’t their daughter like to be with their biological mother rather a step-mother? Perhaps, she thought. But by now, Shelby was as much of a mother to Beth as she was. Beth was definitely more important than herself, and she wanted what was best. That doesn’t mean it didn’t tear her heart. If only she could have gone back to that day, that day when she was born. But you can’t live in the past. She shook all these intrusive thoughts away and turned her head to her beloved child, the child that was sent from God to rescue her from sadness and feelings of unworthiness.
Puck was such a great father. Another reason why she wanted Beth. They would be such a great family, all
threefour of them. It would give her an excuse to stay with him forever, her other gift from God, for eternity. She would be too embarrassed to say that to his face though. She didn’t really know why, but she was. She has just never been able to admit to anyone, even herself, that she wants somebody by her side for the rest of her life. Quinn was independent and strong. She didn’t need a leech on her arm. But Puck wasn’t a leech. He was vital to her life, her other half. If she can recall, she tried living without him and it just wasn’t possible. She had just thought that she would be a self-determined person her whole life. But, Puck changed everything. She secretly wished he’d propose so that she didn’t have to bring up any of these feelings herself. “Its going to be great, right Beth? Are you excited?” She felt the excitement in the air. She was going to make the most of this no matter what. “We should give her a bath when we get home and put on The Lion King,” She said enthusiastically, not realizing she was tracing an imaginary circle on the top of Puck’s palm. ” ‘Cause I just can’t wait to be king!” She sang, watching for Beth’s reaction.
Puck looked over at Quinn. He knew that she letting her thoughts get to her. He knew she regretted giving up Beth. He knew that she wanted their daughter back. He wished he could be able to get Beth for them, cause as much as he knew Shelby loved their daughter, he still wanted to raise her with Quinn. He wanted to be the one to watch her grow and not have to just when Shelby said it was okay. Him and Quinn missed so much when it came to Beth and he knew they were going to miss more.
He turned, laughing at Quinn when she commented about the movie they were going to watch. He knew Beth loved that movie and he couldn’t wait to watch it with his girls. Puck pulled into the driveway and helped them both out. He carried Beth into his house, holding Quinn’s hand. He set Beth down watching her take off towards the toys in the living room. He smiled looking over at Quinn, pulling her into a hug as they watched their daughter together. He looked down at Quinn and saw the sadness in her eyes. He knew it had to do with the fact that they would only have her for a few days not forever like they wanted. ”I love you,” he whispered to her.
Well, sure. I wouldn’t mind, you know? To celebrate leap year!
Well, mostly I just want some hot dogs..
Cravings?
But its leap day..or year..or whatever..
It’s LEAP YEAR baby!
Quinn was still shaken from her whole experience that day. She could hardly believe that any of it actually happened. She sat up, carefully resting her hand on top of Puck’s that lay on her oh so slightly swollen stomach. She shifted her view from the television screen to only the worried expression on Puck’s face. “No. He attacked you and you saw things I wish you never had to see. I’m the farthest freaking thing from fine.” She said softly, sounding nothing near defensive. She had no energy anymore to try and be. “And our baby, I don’t know but I’m freaking out about it. I mean, puking up blood when your pregnant is never a good sign,” She sighed pessimistically, feeling tears beginning to swell in her eyes again. “But, I bet it’s fine. The baby’s fine. We have an appointment next week, so don’t worry,” She pointed out, realizing how unhelpful that was. Of course he was going to worry. Stupid question, Fabray.
She closed her eyes. “No, Puck. I want to. I need to. I can’t just keep it a secret,” She decided, powerfully biting her lip almost to the point where it would bleed. She smiled, and whispered back to him; “And I will always love you,”
Puck was extremely worried about their baby. He wasn’t sure what damage that jerk off had done to her, but he wanted to make sure that she was alright. He heard her comment about the appointment next week and he was going to try and convince her later if they maybe could get one sooner. He held her close as she said that she wanted to talk about it. He nodded as he looked down at her. ”I want to know everything. I want to know when it started, I want to know what he did, what he said, why he said he did it,” he begged her for answers. ”I want to know it Quinn, but I want you to feel comfortable enough to tell me. I don’t want you feel safe,” he pointed out to her.
Quinn lay on his bed, staring at the wall. She knew what she wanted. She couldn’t handle the awkwardness between them lately and it sickened her. She didn’t mean to create such a blockage, it was just all so traumatizing. She needed him more than anything. She was afraid that whenever she wanted to give herself to him, she would see the face of her mother’s boyfriend and be frightened to death. She began to shiver, which sadly wasn’t a new concept for her to deal with lately. At nights she would shiver, holding Puck close to her in their bed, trying to dream of lollypops and rainbows, rather the disturbance of an abusive face.
How can he even live with himself? she pondered, wondering what would possess someone to be so broken that they must physically and emotionally bruise someone else. She thanked God every night for giving her the strength to stand up to him to an extent that saved her body solely for Puck and him alone. She remembered the worst of his abusive intentions.
“Do it!” She remembered him screaming, using her for his own purposes. She looked at him in refusal and disgust, wishing she hadn’t seen what was displayed for her. With all his force and might to do what he said, she refused. She remembered the sobbing, the crying, the desperation. She couldn’t give in, even if refusal meant physical abuse. That’s what it always resulted in if he didn’t get his way.
Quinn stop it, she told herself. She wanted this. She knew what she needed. This wasn’t about that ass of a boyfriend, this was about Puck. She wanted Puck. The shaking didn’t go away, and neither did the tears that started to fall down her cheeks. She dried her tears and focused on their intimacy. She knew it would get back to normal, and this was the only way to make that so. She dimpled her cheeks when she saw him enter the room. She missed him so much. It was like she was avoiding because she was afraid. Afraid to face her fears and face the hurt in her heart. She immediately rejoiced in herself when she felt the familiar feeling of lust that she knew then she so wanted and needed. She licked her lips at their intensity and how close they were again. “God, I missed you,” She said, stroking his cheek, feeling a tear quickly fall down her cheek. She crashed on his lips slowly, waiting for his mouth to open more to let in her slippery tongue. She nodded, beginning to shake from nervousness and excitement all at the same time.
Shake away your thoughts, just shake them away, she told herself.
Puck smiled before slowly kissing her lips again. He knew that tonight was about her. He had to make sure that she felt safe in his arms again. That she felt safe to open up to him again. He slowly ran his hand up and down her back, trying to calm her down as his tongue moved slowly into her mouth. He moaned quietly, missing this closeness with Quinn. It had been so long for them, that he knew tonight was going to epic for the both of them. Puck moved his hand down to the hem of her shirt and slowly pulled away to look into her eyes. He kept eye contact with her as he slowly pulled up her shirt and slowly removed it from her body. He groaned at the sight of his bare chested woman. ”God, Quinn, it’s been so long,” he hissed before moving his hand up to touch her perfect mound on her chest. ”you are so beautilful.”
His reaction was priceless. So priceless she wished there was a video camera that would videotape his every move. It gave a new meaning to junk in the trunk. She watched as he quickly grabbed the can of whipped cream and left a decoration on her cleavage. “Hey, these looked perfectly fine before you touched them!” She squealed, using the arm power she had to have the whipped cream back in her grasps. She persistently tried to grab the can from his muscular hands, realizing she would need more force. Her giggles became louder and incontrollable, resulting in whipped cream literally everywhere around them. With a grunt, she holds the whipped cream in her two hands and carefully sprayed a white mustache on his upper lip, finishing with a touch of sprinkles on his head.
“Oh, I know they were. I love your boobies,” he smirked as she tried to struggle to get the can of whipped cream from him. He laughed with her as she giggled in his arms. He smiled letting go of the can. He grinned letting her decorate his top lip and place sprinkles on his head. He reached over and took two cherries for the jar and placed them on her whipped creamed boobs. He smiled before taking hold of her in his arms. ”I don’t think we are going to get much baking done,” he pointed out looking at them. He moved closer to her. ”How about I clean up you and then we go buy some Oreos,” he suggested before starting to smear his whipped cream mustache on her face. He laughed hearing her squeal. They were both a mess but the laughter coming out of her mouth was priceless.
Quinn swore she thought her face was glowing with excitement. That is, until she realized who they needed to speak to before they had actual permission to do anything. Her smile faded, and the wait over the phone only made her long to have Betg more. Have her as her own. She was passed the craziness of her past. You know, proving Shelby as an unfit mother and all. Now, she saw her struggle as embarrassing. With the help of her therapist however, she has been able to seek professional advice. She still really dislikes Shelby, and probably always will. Upon hearing the exciting news from Puckerman, Quinn squeals and claps quietly and exuberantly. She giggled as she watched Beth try and imitate. “Let’s get us home!”
Puck smiled at Quinn’s happiness. He knew that she was going to do everything she could to make this weekend the best weekend ever for Beth. She knew that Quinn was going to cherish every single minute with Beth and he knew it was going to be good and bad for her. He knew how much she still wanted to have their daughter for herself. He knew she regretedd giving her up, but he knew that she was coming to terms with the fact that Beth was never going to be fully theirs. Puck grinned at his blondes as he turned towards his house. ”It’s us three all weekend,” he pointed out as he pulled into the drive way. They needed this, needed to actually have this time to be a family with their daughter.
Everything felt so col and empty. The world wasn’t supposed to be like this, is it? She felt as weak as an elderly woman, but at the moment she could live with that. She smiled adoringly at how Puck would accompany her and address her every need. She latched onto him like a newborn puppy latches to it’s mother, allowing Puck to take care of her. She lay back on the all too familiar bed. She sprawled herself underneath the blankets, grabbing the television remote from the side table and grinned when she saw reruns if Friends show up on the television screen. “Thank you,” She whispered, feeling Puck scoop her up so that he could lay with her. She took his reassuring words and let them repeat in her head. She knew he must have been curious, or worried, even by the slightest bit. “Puck, I-I need to tell you what’s going on. With, him I mean,” She shook all over, knowing she didn’t have to speak of him to know who she was talking about. She shifted her weight to rest on his chest, gripping her hurt stomach and blankly staring at her favorite Friend’s character, which happens to ironically be Rachel. She looked up at his face and cupped if in her hands. “You are so brave, you know that? You really are my hero,”
Puck held her body close to his, feeling that would help make everything bad leave her body. He didn’t like that he couldn’t take away the pain that was already been done to her. He wanted to take away every bad memory that she had when it came to that jerk. He looked down at her, seeing that she was holding her stomach. ”Are you okay?” he asked rubbing her belly. He was worried about her and their baby. ”You don’t think that he hurt the baby do you?” he asked continue to move his hand back and forth over the slight bump of her abdomen. She was showing slightly and he loved it, but he didn’t know that she did. ”You can tell anything, whenever you want. I don’t want to force you into telling me anything,” he said kissing her forehead. He hugged her close upon hearing her say that he was her hero. ”I will never stop saving you,” he promised her.