Quinn woke up the next morning laying down on the couch and Anna laying on top of her. Quinn just smiled to herself. Where did the cover come from? She thought to herself. She slowly slipped out from under Anna. It was Saturday, so they didn't have to be anywhere. She walked into the kitchen. She wanted to check the time and she saw Puck's phone on the counter. She hit the unlock button, and saw it was 8:30. She also saw something else.

One New Message from Santana: [Image]

Of course Quinn couldn't see the image from the lock screen. She hit the lock button, but then she started thinking. What's the image? What would Santana possibly want to send Puck? Quinn's curiousity got the best of her and she unlocked the phone. She swiped it to the right, of course Puck didn't have a passcode. Then she saw the dirty photo Santana had sent to Puck with the caption:

Trust me, Quinn will NEVER look like this again. I'm always here to give you EXACTLY what you want, and to give you a nice sight to look at instead of what Quinn has and will have.

Quinn gasped and quickly locked the phone back after returning the page to original screen. She couldn't believe Santana would do that to her. She shook her head. She was angry and upset. She reached into the fridge and pantry to grab some stuff to make breakfast. She cooked eggs, toast, pankcakes, and bacon. Anna smelled and woke up.

"That smells amazing!" she beamed as she got up and sat on the barstool.

Puck was running down the stairs.

"I knew I smelled bacon!" he said as he grabbed a piece and popped it into his mouth.

Quinn acted completely normal. She couldn't lose her cool, especially in front of Anna. She wouldn't do that. Someone had to be a good influence. They ate their breakfast and Anna escaped to the bathroom to take a shower.

"How did you sleep last night?" Puck asked her with a grin.

"Pretty good, but my back is kind of hurting right now from the way I slept on it." she answered.

"You guys looked very cozy in here last night." he told her.

"So that's where the cover came from."

"Guilty." he smiled at her.

"So what are you plans for today?" she asked him.

"I'm not sure. I mean it's Saturday. I didn't really have anything for sure planned. What about yourself?" he asked.

"Nothing."

"How about you and me go hang out? Maybe go out to lunch?"

"That sounds like fun."

"It's settled then." he told her grinning.

She nodded her head in agreement and bit her lip.

Puck just grinned at her more, and just wondered to himself how an amazing girl like Quinn could have gotten her path crossed with his. Gosh, she was having his kid. It was pretty crazy.

"I guess I better go get ready." she told him.

"Sounds good. We can leave around 11:30." he informed her.

"Sounds perfect." she told him as she got up from the chair.

He looked at her. Everything about her. He could even see the baby bump underneath her shirt. How could someone so petite like Quinn have a baby inside of them? Puck shook his head and sat at the table for a few minutes thinking of how lucky he was. As he was making his way to the stairs he grabbed his phone off the countertop. He had a message from Santana.

Message: Well then, I see, just see the picture and I don't get one back... Not fair Puckerman. If you don't want me to know you saw it, you might want to turn off the read receipts.

Puck just sat there confused. He scrolled up and saw a picture the dirty picture Santana had sent. He saw the time it had been read this morning. He wasn't up that early. Crap... Quinn..

Puck ran up the stairs to see Quinn. She was in his bathroom.

He knocked on the door.

"Quinn!"

"What?" she asked.

"I need to ask you something. Please let me in!"

"I just got out of the shower."

"I don't care." he told her.

She opened up the door and had a towel around her. He walked in and shut the door behind him.

"Quinn that wasn't what it looked like."

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

"This..." he told her only holding up his phone.

"No it's okay... I mean I know that Santana has feelings for you, and you for her..." she told him as she tried to avoid the subject.

"Quinn, you're the one I want. You're the one I've wanted the whole time."

"Obviously not Puck. You're exhanging dirty pictures with Santana."

"She started it Quinn. I haven't sent her anything since I found out we were having a kid. You can check my phone, you can check my bill with all my messages."

"Puck, it's okay. We're nothing official, really... If you want to do that I can't stop you." she told him as she turned her back to him.

"Quinn, I want you! I want only you. I don't need Santana. Maybe you're body won't look exactly the same. So what? You're the one I want. Quinn you're perfect. Our baby is going to be perfect because it's a part of you. I could care less if you're going to get a huge belly. You're still going to be beautiful. I swear, when I saw you last night curled up next to my sister and your hair was a mess and you had a sweatshirt on, I thought you look beautiful. I thought about how much you cared about my sister's feelings, and I knew right then that you are going to be an amazing mom. I might be a sucky dad, but I promise I won't ever leave like my father did to me. I will never be that terrible of a father. Please, Quinn. You have to believe me.

Quinn nodded her head her back still to him. He grabbed her waist and spun her around. He wrapped his arms around her. She had a tear running down her face.

"I'm scared..." she told him.

Puck shook his head.

"Don't be," he placed a hand on her belly and another around her neck, "I'm going to do everything in my power to protect you, and our baby for the rest of our lives. I'm not letting you go Quinn."