A/N: Welcome to Chapter 14! This covers Blame It On The Alcohol. The next chapter will be about Sexy and Quinn will be heading back to the Celibacy Club, but why? And what will Puck have to say about that? Remember to check out my Tumblr (ktwrites). I posted some hand-written previews this past week. The link is in my profile! I hope you all enjoy this chapter! Xoxo-Katie

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.

"Have I told you how much hotter you look in your dresses instead of your Cheerios uniform?" Puck asked, walking up to Quinn's locker after third period.

"Maybe once or twice," she replied with a smile. "But it's always nice to hear."

"So, I was thinking…how do you feel about skipping Spanish and sneaking off campus for lunch?"

"No."

"But why not?"

"Because Mr. Schue is going to get suspicious if we're both not there."

"Good point. How about just sneaking to the janitor's closet during lunch then?"

"No!"

"You're no fun. You need to loosen up a little bit."

"I just don't want to get caught by the creepy janitor, that's all."

"He smells like Fritos."

"Oh, before I forget," Quinn said, grabbing her notebook. "Tomorrow night Rachel is having some girls over for a sleepover because her dads are out of town. I told her I probably wouldn't spend the night, but that I would be over for a little while."

"Wait, hold a second," Puck replied. "Did you say her dads are going to be out of town?"

"Yeah…why?"

"Because," he explained. "This is the perfect opportunity for a par-tay!"

"Right, that's why she's having the girls over."

"No, babe. I mean like a real party with everyone and with booze and music."

"Good luck on trying to convince her of that. You know how she is."

"Don't worry, I already have the perfect plan," Puck said with a signature smirk, slinging his arm around Quinn's shoulder.

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Puck knew that he couldn't make his plan work all by himself. To carry it out, he was going to need to bring in reinforcements, the special teams unit, the one person that Rachel would listen to above all others; his best friend, the one and only, epically tall and awkward: Finn Hudson.

Ever since they teamed up again to get back at Vocal Adrenaline, their friendship had been solidified once more. They put the past behind them and Finn even started to refer to Beth as Drizzle, much to Quinn's annoyance. Puck knew that even though Rachel and Finn weren't dating anymore his friend still had a certain amount of sway with her.

"Hey dude, I need your help," Puck said to him during their weightlifting class.

"I'm not helping you steal or hijack anything."

"Please, I'm not into that stuff anymore, remember?"

"Fine," Finn sighed. "What do you need help with?"

"Rachel."

"I don't think-."

"Before you say no, just here me out. Quinn tells me that her dads are going out of town this weekend."

"So?"

"So, it's a golden opportunity to have a big glee club party. Mr. Schue's always babbling on about making a stronger team, but how often do we all actually hang out after school?"

"That's true," Finn nodded. "But where do I fit into all of this?"

"You're the only person that Rachel will listen to because she's still madly in love with you,"

"I don't know…I don't want it to seem like I'm leading her on."

"You don't have to!" Puck said, placing his hand on his friend's shoulder. "You don't even have to get romantic. She would do anything you told her to do. Come on bro, think of the team."

Finn thought for a few moments. He was supposed to be one of the leaders of the glee club, whether or not he was with Rachel. It was his job to make sure that they stayed a strong team and he knew he needed to step up and do his part.

"OK," he agreed. "I'm in."

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Whatever Finn said to Rachel after Puck talked to her must have worked because later that day she began to send out mass text messages to the entire glee club about an "epic party" that she would be holding at her house on Saturday night.

"Are you sure you don't mind watching Beth tonight?" Quinn asked Mrs. Puckerman. "I mean, it's your weekend off and everything."

"It's fine. I don't mind being able to spend time with my granddaughter, you know," Ruther replied.

"We'll either be back late tonight or we night just crash at Rachel's," Puck informed his mother.

"Look Noah, unlike some parents I have absolutely no illusions about what is going to happen at this party and I would rather have the two of you be safe than have you try to drive home, understand?"

"Yes, mom, but Finn is going to pick us up so we might be home tonight."

"Well, either way then, please just stay safe," Ruth said, kissing Puck and then Quinn's cheek.

"Call us if you need anything at all."

"Babe, come on we gotta go, Finn's gonna be here in like two minutes."

"OK, bye B-bug," Quinn said, kissing Beth's forehead and then handing her over to Puck's mom.

Finn arrived moments later in his mom's mini-van with Kurt and Blaine in tow and seated in the far back seats. Quinn and Puck climbed into the captain's chairs behind the driver and passenger seats and fastened their seat belts.

"Come on, one of you guys needs to sit in the passenger seat," Finn announced. "I'm going to look like a chauffeur."

"Oh Jeeves," Puck mocked. "Please drive us to Miss Berry's residence my good man."

"Oh yes," Quinn joined in with a British accent. "And do be quick about it. We're in a dreadful hurry."

"Oh haha guys, very funny. Let's make fun of the guy who is going to be responsible and haul your sorry asses to and from the party. Nice one."

"Kurt, I didn't know you were coming."

"Well Quinn, I couldn't let you guys have all of the fun without me. You remember Blaine?"

"I promise I'm not a spy or anything," Blaine said. "We're just here to have a good time."

"I'm literally so excited for this party," Quinn replied. "Finn, how did you talk her into it?"

"Well, you know…I just told her, after she sang her awful headband song, that she needed to live a little bit if she ever wanted to be able to write a good song and it worked."

"Thank God," Puck said. "We couldn't let you girls have all of the fun without us. This is gonna be off the chain!"

"Please don't ever say off the chain again," Kurt laughed. "You sound like a cross between Eminem and Vanilla Ice."

The quintet were the last to arrive at the party and when Rachel opened the door looking like the ghost of Karen Carpenter and they could barely hear the music they all knew that the party wasn't exactly what they had in mind.

Rachel led them down to her basement and they were surprised by how absolutely dead it seemed. Artie, Brittany, Mike and Tina sat by the bar area, while Mercedes and Lauren sat talking on the stage. Only Sam and Santana seemed to be enjoying themselves while they sucked face on the sofa.

"Whoa, what the hell," Puck whispered to Quinn. "I thought you said he was gay."

"I guess I was wrong," she replied, completely stunned. Normally she would have thought they were just drunk but it was clear that the drinking had not begun yet.

"Well now that everyone is here I think we can start the party!" Rachel exclaimed.

"Sooo, this is your dads' Oscar room?" Kurt asked, looking around.

"Yes!" Rachel replied. "They transformed our ordinary basement for our extraordinary annual Oscar Party."

"Is that a stage?" Blaine questioned.

"I like to give impromptu performances for our neighbors sometimes," she informed him before turning to Quinn. "Hey girlfriend, having fun?"

"Yeah," Quinn said unenthusiastically, glancing over at Puck. "Awesome party."

"OK! Umm, let's go over the rules. Everyone gets two drink tickets to keep things from getting out of hand. We're serving wine coolers today. That is our specialty drink. It's actually…all we have."

"This party sucks," Puck complained.

"You're the one who wanted to have it in the first place," Quinn pointed out.

"Well, I didn't know it would be this boring. I thought there would be booze here."

"You're not enjoying your wine cooler?"

"Babe, I don't drink wine coolers."

"You have before," Quinn reminded him.

"That was different. We weren't trying to get drunk, we were just trying to mellow out a little."

"I've already had my two and I don't feel a thing. I think I would need five of these things to feel anything."

"That's because no one can get drunk off of two wine coolers!" Puck said loudly enough so that Rachel could hear him.

"Noah, do you have a problem?" the brunette asked.

"Yes, I do. This party blows. Like I said, no one can get drunk off of two wine coolers. Look, everyone is getting ready to leave. Unless you want this be known as the worst party ever in the history of the world, you have to let me break into your dads' liquor cabinet."

"Rachel, we'll find a way to replace it before they get home on Sunday night," Quinn offered in the hope of convincing her. "We promise."

"OK, as long as things don't get out of hand."

Maybe Rachel should have defined exactly what she meant by out of hand because within a half an hour of Puck using Quinn's nail file to jimmy the lock open on the cabinet, the music was cranked and the drinks were flowing. Everyone was dancing around, moving furniture and Rachel was pretty sure that Brittany and Santana were doing body shots off of one another.

Puck had grabbed a bottle of vodka for him and Quinn to share and began pouring shots for them.

"I've never had vodka before," she said, tentatively picking up the shot glass.

"Babe, you haven't had anything really. It's not as bad as some other stuff so it's a good thing to start with," Puck replied.

"So I just drink all of this at one time?"

"Yes. Just throw it back and pretend that it's cough syrup or something."

"Are we doing this on the count of three?"

"Sure, if you want to. Are you ready?" Puck asked and Quinn nodded. "OK. One. Two-."

"Wait! Are we drinking on three or after three?"

"Does it matter?"

"I just want to be prepared," she shrugged.

"After three."

"OK, I'm ready."

"Alright. One. Two. Three!"

Quinn down the shot fairly quickly and slammed the shot glass back down onto the coffee table. She closed her eyes and pursed her lips as she felt the alcohol burn its way down her throat and settle into her stomach. When she opened her eyes she saw Puck grinning at her.

"See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked.

"No," she choked out in reply. "Not at all."

"Good, because now I'm going to teach you how to play Quarters with Mike, Tina and Mercedes."

As it turned out, Quinn wasn't especially good at Quarters and ended up having to take her fair share of various shots.

"I have never been this drunk before!" she exclaimed over the loud beat of the Ke$ha song.

"You've never been drunk before, period," Puck replied, feeling the alcohol a little bit himself.

"This is fun! I really like that that shirt on you. You look really not in white. Like really."

While the small group continued to play their game, Finn sat on the stage, explaining to Rachel the different kinds of drunks that their friends were. Santana was the weepy girl drunk who cried for no good reason. Brittany was the type of drunk who, when inebriated, thought she was a stripper and began to shed her clothing while an equally drunk Artie showered her in dollar bills. Lauren was the classic angry drunk, walking around the room yelling at anyone and everyone who got in her way. Tina and Mercedes were the happy drunks who found everything to be hilarious and could not stop their uncontrollable laughter.

"So that leaves Quinn, the overly affectionate drunk," Finn said, pointing to the blonde who had situated herself into her boyfriend's lap and had proceeded to make out with him. "In fact, together with Puck, they make up the drunk couple that can't contain their public displays of affection and often fail to realize that their actions are completely visible to everyone else. I would actually keep an eye on them if I were you."

"What do you mean, keep an eye on them?" Rachel slurred.

"Just…don't let them out of your sight," her ex-boyfriend reiterated.

Finn's description of Quinn and Puck was so accurate and their other friends began to take notice as well and started to move away from them. The pair was so wrapped up in one another, however, that they scarcely even cared. When Quinn finally detached her lips from Puck's, she frowned.

"What's wrong, baby?" he asked.

"I miss Beth," she replied, setting her hands on his shoulders. "Like, a lot a lot. She's so pretty and she smells like a baby."

"She is a baby."

"I know! And I love her. I have a secret to tell you," Quinn said, leaning forward and lowering her voice to what she thought was a whisper. "I wanna have all of you babies someday."

"Baby, I wanna give you all my babies one day. My baby mama is a sexy bitch!"

"You're a DILF!"

"We're sexy parents," Puck announced to their group of friends. "So suck it!"

"Yeah!" Quinn agreed. "We're sexier than Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt!"

"Thank you, baby."

"I love you!"

"I love you, too!" Puck replied, falling forward a bit and kissing her deeply. "I love my baby mamma, I love my baby mama, what what!"

"We make awesome babies!"

"Hellz yeah!"

"I miss Beth," Quinn said again. "Can we call her?"

"But she can't talk yet.

"Oh yeah…well then dance with me!"

Quinn and Puck began to dance with one another to whatever song was playing, completely oblivious to what anyone else around them was doing. Quinn wrapped her arms around her boyfriend's neck and pulled him very close, rubbing her body against his. He placed his hands on her hips and began to shamelessly kiss her neck. After a few moments, she coaxed him back to her lips, not wanting him to leave a mark that would be visible to everybody. Quinn let her hands start to roam over Puck's shoulders and down his chest when she heard Rachel's shrill voice over the music.

"Spin the bottle! Who wants to play spin the bottle?"

"Ugh, shut up Rachel," Quinn mumbled incoherently against Puck's lips.

"Let's get out of here so we can do other things," he suggested.

"We can't because Finn drove us in his mommy's car and we can't drive anyway like this."

"Well then let's go somewhere else in here."

"Rachel said we aren't allowed upstairs."

"Come on. What she doesn't know won't hurt her. I need you, like, right now."

"OK, come on. They're busy with their game."

"We're gonna get busy with a game of our own."

"Shhh…follow me," Quinn giggled, taking Puck by the hand and leading him up the basement stairs.

They made their way through the kitchen, stopping briefly to get a bottle of water because Quinn couldn't stop talking about how thirsty she was. They stumbled past the living room with the luxurious leather sofas and up the stairs that led to the bedrooms. Puck pulled Quinn's hand and spun her around so that she was facing him before he joined their lips together again. He lifted her up and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist as he pinned her up against the wall. She chuckled loudly and muttered something about missing his mohawk as she ran her hand over his shaved head. Puck wound his arms around her tightly and carried her into the first bedroom they came to and paused momentarily as they took in their surroundings.

"Oh my God," Quinn said, still clutching Puck's shoulders. "This looks like a cross between Candy Land and Pretty-Pretty Princess."

"Yeah, it's Rachel's room."

"How do you know that?"

"Because," Puck shrugged. "There are gold starts and glittery shit everywhere."

"Oh, right. Do you think we should try another room?"

"What are you, Goldilocks? This isn't the Three Bears or anything. Come on, let's just do this, I need you right now."

"But this is her room and we're kind of friends."

"Babe, this is a party. This type of behavior is expected. I mean…life's just a bunch of experience, you know?"

"Hey! That's not fair. You've used that one on me before."

"It worked, didn't it?"

"Yes. OK fine, let's just get this over with."

"Well now, if you're gonna act like that maybe I don't wanna anymore."

"Haha, yeah right. You always want to. Fine," Quinn sighed heavily. "I want you. I need you. Oh baby, oh baby."

"That's from a movie or something."

"Why do you care? Do you want to do this or not?"

"Yeah, OK. I'm ready." Puck said, laying her down on the bed and pretty much attacking her with his mouth, assaulting her with his kisses.

"You can say that again," Quinn replied, running her hand over the front of his jeans. She fiddled with the fly, disappointed that he hadn't decided to go commando that night as he pushed her jean jacket off of her shoulders.

"Ugh," he complained. "Too many clothes."

"Here, let me help."

Quinn sat up and threw her jacket towards the end of the bed and quickly rid herself of the shirt she was wearing as Puck shoved his jeans around his ankles and began to climb towards her again.

"No," she said, stopping him with a jab of her index finger to his chest. "This is the Pretty-Pretty Princess room and if I'm the princess, then I get to be on top."

"No complaints here!" Puck replied, flipping then in one swift motion so that Quinn was straddling him. "I like this view."

Quinn smiled as she felt Puck's hands begin to wander over her stomach and ribs. She ducked her dead down to kiss him and let her own hands drift down his chest and over his abs to his black boxer shorts. His fingers were toying with the clasp on her bra and hers were just about to dip into his waistband when the bedroom door suddenly opened.

"Shit," Puck swore under his breath as he sat up quickly enough to throw Quinn off balance and almost send her tumbling off the bed.

"What the hell?" she asked, gripping onto one of his arms.

"Oh my God! My eyes! MY EYES!" Rachel shrieked, covering her face with her hand. "Will the two of you put some clothes on?"

"Relax, we weren't actually doing it," Puck said, pulling his jeans back up.

"No, Noah but you were about to on my bed. I think I'm scarred for life now."

"Rachel, Rachel Rachel. Just, like, calm down, OK?" Quinn said, throwing her shirt on backwards. "You are no fun. I would have washed your sheets and it would have been fine!"

"No, it wouldn't have been fine. I gave everyone strict instructions to stay in the basement."

"Soooo you wanted us to have sex in the basement in front of everybody?" the blonde asked. "Now that's gross."

"Yeah," Puck nodded. "We're not expressionists or something like that."

"I think the term you're looking for is exhibitionists and that's not what I wanted. I wanted everyone to stay in the basement and not have sex."

"We wouldn't have had to come up here if your party wasn't so lame. Puck and I just wanted to have fun!"

"My party is not lame! We were playing spin the bottle and I kissed Blaine Warbler!"

"Whoa, that's his real last name?" Puck asked.

"Shut up!" the girls said in unison.

"You kissed Blaine?" Quinn questions. "What did Finn think about that?"

"Wait, I thought he liked boys, like Kurt," Puck said, not really following the whole argument going on around him.

"Shut up!"

"He does like boys…I think. It was just a game, Quinn."

"A really stupid and boring game."

"If you don't like it you can leave."

"Maybe we will!"

"Uh, babe. We can't leave because Finn drove us, remember?"

"Well then maybe we won't leave!"

"Oh, so now you want to stay at my lame party?" Rachel asked.

"I don't really have a choice now, do I?"

"Maybe you shouldn't have even come to start with."

"Maybe not! But maybe I thought it would be nice to get out of the house for the night, you know? Maybe, just maybe, I thought it would be fun to go and have time to ourselves," Quinn said as she began to tear up and her lips pulled downward into a frown. "Because I love Beth, you know, like, a lot, but sometimes it's hard and I just wanna have fun. Girls just wanna have fun!"

"What's happening?" Rachel asked, whispering to Puck.

"Ummm, I think she just hit the wall."

"What's that?"

"It's like when being drunk stops being cool and fun and just gets sad and depressing. Like, all of the alcohol has caught up with her all of a sudden."

"I can hear you!" Quinn shouted. "I wanna go home. I'm a bad mom. I shouldn't be here. I should be taking care of my baby."

"You're not a bad mom," Puck offered.

"Yes, I am! Oh my God, we were going to do it on Rachel's bed. That's sooo gross!"

"That's OK Quinn," Rachel said, softening a bit because she felt bad. "You offered to wash the sheets so at least that was nice of you."

"No, I mean it would be gross for us!"

"Remember," Puck quickly reminded Rachel. "She's drunk so you can't take things she says seriously."

"I CAN STILL HEAR YOU! And how d'you know that I'm not a more truthful drunk?"

"I don't. Maybe we should get you home."

"I'm sure Finn wouldn't mind taking the two of you home and then coming back for the others," Rachel said.

"I wanna go home. I think I need to sleep. I'm so tired. Why am I so tired?"

"OK, OK, we'll leave. Can you walk OK?"

"Of course I can walk," Quinn replied, walking into the door frame as she exited the room. "Rachel! You're room just smacked me!"

"Uhhh, I'm sorry?" the other girl replied. "We're looking into getting it fixed?"

"Why don't you let me help you babe?"

"Ohhhh, you just wanna put your hands all over me. I know what's up. It's OK. I'm diggity-dog down with it. Hey, why aren't you as drunk as me anymore? We had the same stuffs to drink."

"Because, I weigh more than you and I'm dude," Puck explained as he helped her down the stairs.

"Why don't the two of you wait here and I'll go get Finn," Rachel said, stopping at the base of the stairs by the front door.

"Don't worry Rachel, we won't get freaky on the furniture!" Quinn called after her and then winked at Puck. "Maybe."

"Wow, maybe I shouldn't have let you drink so much your first night. How many shots did you do?"

"Eleventy-seven. I don't remember! All I know is that the shot that you gave you that you said, you said, was a Bubblegum shot was awful and icky and I didn't like it."

"Oh yeah…that. It wasn't a Bubblegum shot, it was whiskey. Surprise!"

"You're evil! I'd try and hit you but I'd probably miss."

"Probably, champ."

Moments later, Finn came up the basement stairs with Blaine and Kurt, the Warbler being helped up by the other two boys.

"Are we's all goin' home?" he asked.

"Yeah, big boy," Finn replied. "But I have to take Puck and Quinn home first. Come on, let's get you all into the car."

"Hey Quinn," Blaine said. "Your shirt is on backwards!"

"Hey Blaine," she replied in a very loud whisper. "I almost did the nasty with Puck on Rachel's bed!"

Kurt and Puck helped settle Blaine and Quinn into the car, making sure everyone was buckled up before Finn started driving down the lane. They were all relatively quiet most of the way. Puck had thought that Quinn fell asleep until she lifted her head and cleared her throat.

"Finneas! Do you have any water? I'm thirsty."

"Ummm, I don't think so," Finn replied.

"But I'm like really really thirsty! Why am I so thirsty?"

"Because the alcohol dehydrates you," Puck said. "We'll get you lots of water when we get home."

"But I want it now! I need it!"

"I'm hungry," Blaine added. "I want food. Finn, do you have food?"

"No!" Finn shouted. "Does this van look like a fast-food restaurant?"

"No…OH LOOK, WENDY'S! Can we stop or go through the drive thru? Please?"

"And then I can get water!" Quinn chimed in.

"Alright, fine!"

Finn pulled up to the drive-thru, thankful that it was open late and they didn't have to wrangle Blaine and Quinn inside. He rolled down the window and the voice on the other end asked for his order.

"I wanna chesseburgler and fries and a frosty!" Blaine shouted.

"I want water!" Quinn moaned pathetically.

"Don't forget my frosty!"

"You necessito agua por favor!"

"Will you guys shut up?" Finn hissed as the drive-thru attendant asked him to repeat his order, clearly annoyed.

"I just need a cheeseburger, a fry, a frosty and a bottle of water."

"That'll be $6.75, please pull around," the cashier said.

Finn pulled his car around, paid for the food and passed it all back. Puck opened the bottle of water for Quinn who began to chug it furiously as Blaine attacked his burger and fries, pausing briefly to offer one to Kurt. Just before Finn was about to pull out of the parking lot, Quinn stopped him.

"Finn, pull over," she said.

"What? Why? Did they get Blaine's burger wrong because I'm pretty sure they won't take it back at all."

"Dude, she's gonna get sick, you idiot. Pull the fuck over," Puck said, already unbuckling his seatbelt and helping Quinn with hers. He slid the van door open just as Finn stopped the car and held Quinn's hair as she leaned out the door and projectile vomited all over the curb.

"Oh my God," she groaned and leaned back a bit. "I haven't puked like that since…ever, not even when I had morning sickness."

"Just get it out," her boyfriend replied, rubbing her back.

"I think…I think I'm OK. You can drive again, Finn."

"Suddenly I'm not very hungry anymore," Blaine said, tossing the rest of his burger back into the bag.

Finn carefully began to drive the rest of the way to Puck's house, trying not to hit many bumps or take a corner too sharply. Once they had arrived, Puck thanked his friend for driving, said goodnight to Kurt and Blaine, and helped Quinn-who felt the need to assure Finn that she didn't puke in his car- up from front walkway and into the house.

Thankfully, it was so late that Ruth was already asleep upstairs. Before they left that night, Puck had set up the portable crib in his old bedroom for Beth to sleep in so that his mom didn't have to sleep in the basement. It was actually a very forward thinking plan because now they didn't have to tiptoe past anyone to avoid waking them up.

By that time, Puck had sobered up almost completely. The shock of Rachel walking in on them almost doing the deed and the need to take care of Quinn had helped with that. Quinn also seemed to be coming down, no doubt the throwing up had helped and she was now at the stage where the only other thing that could assist her was a good night's sleep.

"Puck, I think I'm going to puke again," Quinn said as soon as they reached the bottom of the basement stairs.

"OK, come on let's get you into the bathroom."

"Why is this happening to me?"

"Because I was stupid and let you drink too much."

"Oh God, this is awful Why would anyone want to feel like this?" Quinn asked as she finally made it into the bathroom. She managed to grab a ponytail holder while she knelt down and pulled her hair back as Puck lifted the toilet seat.

"Well, generally people don't think about how shitty they are gonna feel later while they're drinking and stuff."

Quinn expelled the rest of the contents of her stomach into the toilet and knelt back, resting her elbows on the rim of the basin.

"I hate throwing up."

"I don't really think there is anyone who actually enjoys it. You need to eat something."

"There is no way I could eat anything right now," Quinn said, shaking her head.

"You need something to replenish the nutrients. I'll be right back."

As soon as Puck left the bathroom, Quinn hoisted herself up and decided her head had stopped spinning long enough to make it into the bedroom. Before letting herself settle down into the bed, she began to take her jacket, top and skirt off and was able to pull on her sleep pants and t-shirt. Puck re-emerged a minute or so later with a cup of water in his hand and a granola bar.

"Here, take these," he said, handing her the glass and some pills.

"What are these?" she asked him skeptically.

"Just a multi-vitamin and some ibuprofen."

"How do you know all of this?"

"My mom's a nurse and Aunt Hannah lived here right after college. That was just a few years ago. You don't think she had some rough nights?"

"Cheers," Quinn said dryly as she popped the pills into her mouth and downed them with water.

"Eat this, too," Puck prodded her, pushing the granola bar in her direction.

"I can't."

"Yes, you can. Come on now, be a big girl and eat it before I have to feed it to you. Besides, you shouldn't take a multi-vitamin on an empty stomach. You'll just get sick again and barf."

"Fine," Quinn agreed, scooping up the granola car and tearing open the wrapper. "But if I throw up again anyway because of this I'm just going to turn over and do it all over you."

"Sure, whatever," Puck said, and tossed his girlfriend a towel. "Here, put this on your pillow just in case."

"I should go check on Beth," she said.

"I already did. She's sounds asleep upstairs, which is what you need to do now, too."

"Puck, thanks for taking care of me tonight."

"I believe I told you about a year ago that I would always take care of you."

"Awww, you remember that?" Quinn asked crawling under the covers and resting her head on the pillow.

"Of course," Puck replied, brushing her bangs off of her forehead. "I always remember stuff like that."

XXXXX

RRRRRRIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNGGGGGGG! RING! RING!

"What is that?" Quinn whined from underneath the covers.

"I think it's the alarm clock on your phone," Puck mumbled.

"Why is it going off?" she asked, more to herself than to him. Reaching over, she felt around the top of her nightstand until she found her phone. It was only nine-thirty and she had been asleep for six hours but had no recollection of setting her alarm. When she glared at the screen and let her eyes adjust to the bright light it emitted into the pitch black room, she realized that it was a calendar reminder.

Lunch with Dad 11:30, the alert read.

"Oh fuck!" she cursed, shutting off the alarm.

"What's going on?"

"I completely forget that I'm supposed to get lunch with my dad today."

"Ugh, just blow him off," Puck said, waving his hand in the air.

"You know I can't do that. We've had this set up for weeks now. We always do it on the last Saturday of the month. Oh God, my head is throbbing."

"Welcome to your very first hangover, babe."

"Make it stop. There is no way I can handle my father and a hangover at the same time."

"Take some more Ibuprofen or aspirin. I'll see you when you get home, OK? Love you, bye!"

"Ummm, aren't you forgetting something?" Quinn asked, sitting up on the edge of the bed and resting her head in her hands.

"Be safe?"

"No. If I'm at lunch, you need to get up and watch Beth."

"Uggggghhhhhhh," Puck complained.

"Come on," Quinn coaxed, reaching back to smack his leg. "If it's already half-past nine then she's already up and your mom's taking care of her."

"So? She likes spending time with her."

"Noah Puckerman get your ass out of bed! Beth is our daughter, not your mother's."

"Alright, alright I'm up. You're super grumpy when you're hung-over."

"Blah, blah, blah. I'll be upstairs as soon as I get out of the shower."

As she was getting ready that morning, Quinn felt like she was surrounded by a haze and normal tasks like taking a shower and choosing an outfit to wear seemed like colossal feats. It took her over an hour to get set for her day and she didn't even do anything special with her hair. She was content to just blow dry it and pull it back into a ponytail.

She grabbed her purse and her jacket and made her way up the stairs and into the kitchen where the rest of Puck's family was. He was seating at the table with Beth in his lap, happily eating Cheerios one by one off of a placemat. When the little girl caught sight of her mother she let out an excited shriek.

"Oh B-bug, not so loud," Quinn said, frowning as she lifted her daughter into her arms and kissed her. "Was she good last night?"

"She was perfect," Ruth asked. "Did you guys have fun? I didn't even hear you come in last night."

"Yeah, it was fine," Puck replied, standing from the table to pour himself a cup of coffee.

"Noah said you're having lunch with your father today?"

"Yeah, he should be here soon," Quinn said, checking her watch.

"Well that's nice. How are things going between the two of you?"

"Ma, it's none of your business!"

"No, it's OK," Quinn interrupted. "I don't mind talking about it. We're actually getting to a really decent place. I think he's making an effort to, you know, try to get to know me again. I think we're probably more honest with each other now than we were before I got kicked out."

"Yeah, well he still doesn't get to see Beth yet," Puck said.

"I know and that's what I've told him. I'm still not ready for that yet either."

"Well, I think it's a good thing that you're getting back in touch with him," Ruth shrugged.

Just as Puck's mom finished her sentence Quinn's phone buzzed, alerting her that she received a new texting message.

"That's him," she said, handing Beth back to Puck. "I'll see you in a few hours."

Quinn slid her sunglasses on her faces as she walked out the door, trying to shield herself from the bright sunlight. She smiled at her father who waved through his windshield but sighed heavily before she climbed into his car.

"Hey Quinnie," he said, backing out of the driveway. "All set?"

"Yep."

"Good because I have something special planned for today."

"You mean we're not going to the usual place?" Quinn asked. Each time she met with her father he took her to the same, nice and expensive restaurant.

"No, it's a surprise," Russell said, almost sounding excited.

"Yay."

"You don't sound too happy about that. Late night?"

"Uhhh, yeah," she replied, not wanting to tell her father that she was hung-over. "Beth was just up a lot. That's all."

"You never wanted to go to bed when you were little. I think you were just always afraid of missing something. Didn't even want to take naps at preschool."

"I have definitely learned the importance of naps now."

Quinn and her father made small talk the rest of the car ride until he pulled into the parking lot of a strip mall and drove to the far end of it, parking in front of a Buffalo Wild Wings restaurant.

"Is this where we're eating?" Quinn asked, clearly confused.

"Yes," Russell nodded. "Remember how I used to take you and Val to games as kids? Well, I couldn't get us to a basketball game and baseball is still a few months away so I thought we could just pretend to be at one and watch a college basketball game on a big screen. This is stupid isn't it?"

"No, dad," she replied, quickly shaking her head. "It's actually a really nice idea."

Quinn did appreciate the effort her dad put into coming up with something for them to do, but unfortunately the atmosphere inside the sports bar was not one that was conducive to helping her get rid of her hangover. She managed to pick at her boneless chicken wings while Russell sipped a beer, devoured his and watched whoever was playing on one of the twenty television sets mounted on the wall. Before long, though, her father started to take notice.

"Are you feeling OK, Quinn?" he asked. "You look like you're in pain.

"I just have a really bad headache, that's all. I'm sure it will go away soon."

"Because we can leave if you want to."

"No, no, that's fine."

"Alright. So how are things with the glee club now that you're done with Cheerios?"

"Everything is just a lot less hectic. I get to spend more time with Beth, I can finish my homework at school while I wait for Puck to finish basketball practice and glee is going really well. We're getting ready for Regionals."

"So Puck plays basketball, does glee and works a few nights a week?"

"Mostly on Saturdays," Quinn explained. "I don't even know how he does it all sometimes but he's been at Burt's shop for over a year now."

"Are you thinking about colleges yet?"

"We take the ACT and SAT in a couple of months but we haven't really gotten around to talking about that. I think we're both trying to avoid it, you know?"

"I know you'll get into wherever you apply," Russell said proudly. "Both of my girls are extremely smart."

"That may be true, but I don't know how far away I want to go, or how far away I can go."

"Well, I could say something about that but I think I'll just keep my mouth shut for now."

"I appreciate that," Quinn replied, knowing that her father was probably going to make a smart remark about leaving Puck and going to school somewhere far away on the west coast or something.

"So tell me about this Regionals competition. When is it?"

Quinn spent the next fifteen minutes telling her father about the event and who their competition was, expressing how difficult she thought it would be to go up against their friend again.

"Not to mention the fact that they moved Regionals up this year."

"Why's that?"

"Beats me but they did the same with Sectionals as well. Last year Regionals was at the end of the school year. We only had a week of exams after it. But I don't even really remember much about the competition, for obvious reasons."

"Oh, right," Russell said a bit uncomfortably. "How is Beth?"

"Good. I think she's going to start walking soon. I don't know what we're going to do about that."

"You could always move back in with your mother."

"Really Dad?" Quinn replied, rubbing her aching head. "You had to go there didn't you? We're having a nice time and you feel the need to bring up the fact that you still want me to move back in with mom. For the millionth time, the answer is no. I swear this past summer she did the exact same thing."

"No matter what is going on between your mother and I we still care about you and we want to make sure you're being taken care of."

"And I've told you that Puck is taking care of me, of us. You were just saying how remarkable it is that he does all of the stuff he does and works but now you're criticizing him? You don't even know him. You've never met him."

"You're right," Russell said, backing off and not wanting to let Quinn know that he did indeed meet her boyfriend at the Sectionals competition. "I'm done."

"And you won't bring it up again."

"I can't promise that."

That day was the perfect example of how the last two meetings with her father had gone for Quinn. Just when she felt like they were making progress, moving ahead, he would say something that would bring them back a step or two. Still, she had to admit to herself once he dropped her back off at Puck's house. It's better than nothing, I guess.

XXXX

The one benefit about Rachel's party being confined to just the glee club members was that word of their shenanigans didn't really travel very quickly around the school. By Friday's assembly at the end of the week they were still slotted to perform. After arguing with Mr. Schue they had finally decided to sing "Tik/Tok" by Ke$ha.

"Guys, I'm really nervous," Brittany said, peeking out from behind the curtain at the assembled crowd of unruly students. "Ke$ha's been a cultural icon for weeks and I really want to do her music justice."

"We haven't had enough rehearsal," Sam admitted.

"Or any at all," Mercedes chimed in.

"Most of our assembly performances usually end in some kind of riot," Finn appointed out just as Rachel came waltzing backstage.

"Never fear teammates," she said. "Now it's a Broadway tradition for nervous performers to take a shot of whiskey before going on to calm their nerves and to mask the stench of bad dental hygiene. In that tradition I have mixed up a playful showbiz cocktail of what was left in my dads' liquor cabinet. There's some brandy and vermouth and port wine and scotch in here and also a little bit of Kool-aid and some crumbled up Oreos."

"Oh my God," Santana cringed. "This tastes like cough syrup."

"There's also cough syrup in here."

"Cheers," Quinn and Puck said to one another as they downed the contents of their cups.

Needless to say, the performance hadn't gone the way they had planned with, with Brittany and Santana throwing up in the middle of it, but then again, their meeting with Principal Figgins following it also didn't go as planned. They had all congregated in the crowded office, expecting to get suspended or worse, but instead the principal congratulated them on the realistic nature of their performance and gave them coupons for frozen yogurt. Puck had never been one to pass up food, especially cheap food and he took Quinn and Beth to the yogurt joint after they got out of school.

"I can't believe we got away with that," he said, shoveling his dessert into his mouth.

"I know, it's weird, but I think Mr. Schue was right is asking us to not drink anymore before Regionals. I mean, Rachel's party was fun but I honestly don't remember much of it."

"Wait, you don't?"

"I remember taking a ton of shots, playing Candy Land or something like that and then barfing outside of a Wendy's."

"Oh man," Puck said, laughing at Quinn recollection, or lack thereof.

"What?" she asked, raising her eye brow. "Isn't that what happened?"

"I have a fun story to tell you in the car on the way home…"

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