Author's note- This is a future fic, focusing around Quick, but there are also hints of Finchel. Quick and Finchel are together in college at Ohio State University and they live in an apartment building 3 blocks from campus. Ps- this chapter contains MSN screen-names, but their identities shouldn't be too hard to decipher.

"Babe, I'm home!" Puck called out to his girlfriend, Quinn Fabray. She ran from their studio apartment bedroom to him and kissed him passionately. "God, I missed you!" she said wrapping her arms around his neck. Puck, the Ohio State University running back, had been out of town to play in the championship game along with his best friend from high school, Finn Hudson, the best quarterback OSU had seen in a while. Puck, Quinn, and Finn were all students at OSU. Puck was studying business and mechanics so he could open his own motorcycle shop, Finn was studying the performing arts and Quinn was a French major. Puck and Quinn lived together and had been dating since senior year at McKinley. Finn lived in the apartment down the hall from them alone. He was dating Rachel Berry but she was studying ballet abroad in Russia for the next six months.

She pressed her strawberry-glossed lips against his as he began to run his hands through her silky smooth hair. "I missed you too, curly Q" They shared a smile at his nickname for her. He began calling her that one day when they were late for a dinner reservation because she took (in Puck's point of view) forever to curl her hair.

"I'm so sorry I didn't make dinner, Puck. I can get started right away if you tell me what you're hungry for", she started, biting her lip. She knew that when he was hungry he would get cranky and cranky Puck wasn't exactly fun to be around. "Relax, babe." Puck said, putting his index finger over her lips. "I stopped on the way home." He said gesturing to the white bag from the grocery store on the floor next to his luggage. "I got all the ingredients for my best dish, microwave mac and cheese" She laughed as she picked up the grocery bag, and led them into the kitchen.

Together they sat on the couch, watching reruns of "Family Guy" and eating their dinner, when he began to rub her shoulder and kiss the top of her head, smelling her sweet apple shampoo. "I love you, Quinn" he whispered. "I love you too Pucky Puck" Puck fidgeted into the pocket for what Quinn believed to be his cell phone. He had a special ringtone that only males could hear so she expected it to his phone but instead it was a small black velvet box. He got off the couch, got down on one knee in front of the sofa, took her hands in his and stared at her. "Quinn Fabray, will you do me the honor of being mine forever?"

Quinn's hazel eyes widened as she stared at the glistening ring before her. She knew that she loved him, she knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, the problem was she didn't know how to react. She sat on the couch stunned. "Why? I'm in plaid pajamas, his dirty old sweatshirt, and my hair's in the messiest bun I've ever seen. Why does he want to marry me?" she thought to herself, the sound of her thoughts echoing against the walls of her mind.

"Puck" She uttered, barely breathing, "I don't know what to say." Puck knew her better than she did. He knew when she was holding back a breakdown and when she needed so badly to lose her cool. This was one of those times. He placed his finger on her lips again, as he often did, and whispered back "Don't say anything. Just nod your head and kiss me" She obliged and kissed his lips softly. The sweet taste of her strawberry lip gloss teased his senses. Forgetting about the ring because their overwhelming happiness, he began kissing her hungrily. She pulled him up from his position on the floor in front of her up onto the couch. She repositioned herself under him, her tongue intertwining with his. His hands slid down her thigh and up under her shirt with haste. She let out a soft moan as if to say "Baby, you're doing everything right. Don't stop."

His hands explored her body as if they hadn't touched in years. She felt a tent starting to build in his pants. Quinn's hands rushed down from the collar of his shirt to the crotch of his jeans. She felt him harden around the denim of his pants and she giggled, parting from the kiss. "Mmm, Quinny. Don't tease me like that, baby. Get to work" He chuckled as he reached down to undo his belt and slide his pants down. He was quick to get her clothes off and stare at her body. "Baby" she moaned into his ear while he undressed her passionately. "I want you to fuck me senseless" she ran her hands through the thick dark-colored strip of hair on his head. "Your wish is my command, your highness" He said with a wink, reaching into the pocket of his sweatshirt for protection.

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About twenty minutes later, Puck and Quinn laid on their couch, tired and breathless. "Wow" was all either could say. Quinn pulled her panties up from around her ankles to her waist and then went into the bathroom to take a quick shower. While she was in the shower, Puck chuckled to himself and checked his cell phone for any texts he might not have heard due to Quinn's moans.

Text Message from Rachel Berry [7:05 PM]- Finn told me you were going to propose to Quinn! Did you do it yet?

Text Message from Finn Hudson [7:08 PM]- sorry bro. on skype with rach, couldnt not tell her. did u do it yet? :P

Text Message from Finn Hudson [7:19 PM]- Either these walls r super thin or you two need to STFU! Rachel can hear u guys through the webcam mic!

Text Message from Rachel Berry [7:20 PM]- Hello Noah! Two things. 1.) Congratulations! I assume all the screaming and panting means you asked and she said yes. 2.) Quiet down! It is 3:19 AM here, I am chatting with my boyfriend via webcam and I can hear you two having intercourse! Stop it! Ew!

Puck laughed to himself as he typed out a response to the annoyed couple down the hall. Finn and Rachel got their mohawked best friend's text simultaneously. They read it aloud together then laughed at the their computer screens. It read "Text Message from Puck-" (Rachel's actually said 'Noah Puckerman' but it didn't really matter) "engaged! fuck yeah! quinn says guys have to wear ties :P" The message was addressed to all the members of their high school glee , Quinn, Rachel, Finn, Brittany, Kurt, and Mercedes had all stayed in touch but the club had sort of grown apart over the years so they all rejoiced in the chance to see each other again and of course, Quinn and Puck's marriage.

Kurt Hummel, a fashion major at Syracuse University with Mercedes, was the first to begin their group chat on MSN live messenger, consisting of the entire glee club and Mr. Schuester.

KHFashionista01: Puck! Quinn! OMG! You have to let me plan this! 3

MissMercedes382: You better be lettin' us bust a move like old times again! Like Burt and Carol's wedding but Glee-ier!

KingPuckzilla: Only if its cool with Q, no streisand and no show tunes.

RachelBerryIsAStar: You have no taste Puckerman.

QFabulousFabray: Ahem, Rachel. He has taste. He picked me ;)

FishhaveFinns05: Everything by Michael Bubbles?

RachelBerryIsAStar: Honey, its spelled Bublé.

Sam-I-Am: I like that song. :)

KingPuckzilla: I don't even know that song.

IWearSchuesOnMyFeet: Way to go guys! Congrats P&Q!Let's get together and start choreography ASAP! Ps- please start calling me Will, not Mr. Schuester. :)

TeenyTinyTina: Dibs on a solo! Suck it rachel! (jk, i love you girl)

KHFashionista01: May I invite Blaine to this exciting occasion? He is my boyfriend after all 3

Sam-I-Am: Blaine?

FishhaveFinns05: The kid from the warblers?

KingPuckzilla: Only if he agrees to sing too, Kurt. No gay making out at the party though, LOL ;)

QFabulousFabray: It's late and Puck isn't good at keeping his hands to himself. Good night everyone! Love you all! Can't wait to see you all again! 3 3 3