(a/n sorry sorry sorry for uploading this so late! ! ! im so sorry just, life, man? sometimes it gets hella busy!

but pls enjoy if you're still interested;)

im so excited for season siiiiiixxxxx. that new salgron pic is LIFE)

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She finally picks up the pregnancy book Rachel bought her (one of five because apparently Miss Rachel I'm A Big Broadway Star Berry made millions a show) and finds out the baby now has eyebrows and eyelashes, which is super adorable but she admits that could also be the hormones talking.

"It has eyebrows and eyelashes now," she tells her boyfriend casually over dinner and she envyly watches him take a sip of his beer. She doesn't even like beer, she just misses the alcohol. Just that small wine of glass at the end of the day. Also, she misses sushi. Something about eating raw fish really just, does it for her.

She telling Puck this, because she wants to share stuff with him. Baby stuff. Stuff she couldn't share back when her biggest worry was getting home on time before curfew (daddy would've been so mad! psh.). And, yes, also, because she thinks her colleagues at work are getting really annoyed with the baby talk. Probably because they spent half the day with vomiting and pooping toddlers.

And her friends, they're… they're her friends. Typical. Rachel's all 'don't try and make my wedding day and the seven hundred days before that about you', Santana might perform spanish voodoo on her to make her baby like ugly or something (she'd still love it but if she were honest people take a lot more shit from pretty people) and she could try and skype Tina but she had like nineteen kids and counting of her own and she doesn't want to be Captain Very Obvious That I Actually Have No Clue What The Frick I'm Talking About But Here I Am Telling You Anyway.

Of course, there is her mom but if she tells her, she'll take it as a sign to call her every other hour of the day to talk baby. And Puck, well, Puck knocked her up so he has no choice in the matter.

"As long as they don't look like anything like Baine's, I'm good," he snickers softly and she sends him a worried look.

"Oh man, I hadn't thought of that," she rubs her temples stressfully, imagining a baby with two guinea pigs for eyebrows, "Think of how much money we'd have to spend on grooming those things! My baby cant look like frickin' chewbacca."

"Hey, I thought you said you didn't like Star Wars!" She widens her eyes at him. He seriously thinks her likeness for a damn movie is more important than their baby having Ernie's eyebrows.

"I don't," she hisses in response, "That's the point, Puckerman." Her face softens as she suddenly realizes something, "Oh God, all I talk about is this damn baby."

"That's a good thing, right?" He offers, before stuffing some more lasagna into his mouth.

She sighs loudly, instinctively reaching out to wipe some red sauce from the corner of his mouth.

"It just means you're happy."

"Or insane."

"Or both," he smirks and she playfully rolls her eyes as she leans her head on hand, looking at him across from the table.

"I'm totally going to be one of those annoying hourly 'look at my baby, isn't she cute, look at my baby, hey guys, loOK AT MY BABY' facebook poster moms, aren't I?"

"Probably."

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It got out of hand. But to be fair, an open bar at a wedding is never a good idea.

Kurt is performing an impromptu version of an Adele song, having shooed off the ABBA/Cèline Dion cover band, a few octaves lower than his usual deal, which sounds pretty hilarious.

And what started out as a ploy to make (an eating-contest-having-with-Tina's-Devil-Son-Liam) Brittany, Santana is dirtily grinding against Sam, who has his eyes half closed (because that's how drunk he is, stoner drunk), on literally the middle of the dancefloor.

Puck has his tie wrapped around his forehead as he dances with Finn, who's sporting Rachel's veil on top of his head. Which is slightly creepy but still cutely bromantic.

People are lying on the floor, having food fights and crying? Crying. (It's Carole, Leroy, of course, Hiram, too, and Burt? Burt.) Quite the wedding, she must say. She couldn't have imagined it any better. Very Finn, and surprisingly not very Rachel.

Of course, since she's the one carrying a baby, she's practically the only one who's still sober by 9 PM.

She looks over at Rachel, jerking the microphone out of Kurt's hand and exclaiming it's time for her 'SO-burp-LO'. The Adele song continues to play as she starts singing the US Anthem.

Point taken, God. Not very sober Rachel. Very drunk Rachel.

"Babeeee," Puck slurs as he puts his hands in front of her eyes, "Guess whooooo?"

"Oh, Finn, finally!" She exclaims mockingly, turning around with a big smile. She feigns disappointment. "Oh."

"Heeeey," he points his finger at her, "That's not funny. Especially not since we're at their wedding. And since back in highschool you fucked him like twice or—" She widens her eyes, clamping her hand over his mouth to shut him up before she laughs. A little manically, a little relieved, a little paranoid someone might have heard him.

"Shhh, babe, relax. Everyone's ears are still ringing from the shitty ass piano rendition of Anaconda Sam performed earlier." He smiles goofily and leans forward to kiss her, once, twice and then leans his forehead against hers, putting her hair behind her ear before resting it on her cheek. "Marry me?"

"Marry you," she cackles, basically, yes, she cackles because even coming from drunk Puck, this is weird. This is like the fourth half-assed proposal in two months.

(1. So there was the one in the McDonalds parking lot, which he severely denies but she had a feeling. Her feelings are overbearing, but usually not wrong.

2. The one when they were both in the shower and she was shaving her legs and he brushing his teeth, when he casually mentioned, that, uhh, hi babe, maybe we should like get married when we move into the apartment for reals, man, dude, man dude. She patted him on the chest, sending him a tight smile because honestly? It's not like she's demanding a trip to Paris and a thousand roses and a carousel ride and airplanes that spell out the words 'Quinn Fabray, will you marry me?'. But while she's shaving her legs? Seriously?

3. He mentioned the hardships of having the last name Puckerman and said something vague like she'd find out, so it doesn't really count, but it kind of does. For a guy like Puck, it's basically the same thing.

4. They were eating chinese food. Like literally, eating chinese food, when he opened a fortune cookie and said 'Quinn, we should totally get married' after reading the words 'INTEGRITY IS DOING THE RIGHT THING, EVEN IF NOBODY IS WATCHING'. How romantic. He might as well have asked her if she wanted to make their second bastard child less of a bastard. Her's said 'YOU ARE VERY TALENTED IN MANY WAYS' so she managed to sexually get herself out of that one, but man.

How much more does a girl have to take before she just budges and says yes, giving up hope for anything better?)

And the worst thing is she can't bring herself to say no, she can't seem to physically form the words with her mouth.

"Yeahhhh, it could be fun. You and me. Marriage."

"You know what could also be fun?" She smiles sweetly, before slapping his hand away from her cheek, "Castration." She huffs, storming off towards her seat. It's kind of silly, she knows, and she doesn't want to be a drama queen but it's what she feels like now. Angry. Very angry. Storming-off-worthy angry.

He finds her eventually, looking a lot more sober than he was twenty minutes ago. "I'm sorry, babe, I know you don't want to get married—"

"Oh, you listen to me, and you listen to me good, I want to get married. Badly. I've always wanted to get married. I cut out wedding dresses out of magazines by the time I was seven, I made scrapbooks of models who pretended to be happy and stuck my little, prescubent, chubby face on them. I pretended to marry Justin Timberlake every Saturday morning in my mom's old dress. I once elbowed a girl in the face because I needed that bouquet. I was twelve yes, but I was convinced love would come and find me. I waited, Puck. I waited and it came and then it went away but I stayed, I stayed until it came back. I want to get married. But not when you ask it like a joke. Not when you're half drunk and wearing a bandana or when I'm shaving my legs!"

He pulls his tie off his head, not even realizing he was still wearing it as he clears his throat. "Okay. I understand."

He smiles softly, reaching out to touch her face, "I'm sorry, okay? I didn't know."

"I know, that's why you have me. To tell you things," she leans forward, kisses him quickly, she smile despite herself. He looks so sad and sweet. "Egghead."

He rubs her thigh under the table, smirking, amused, "By the way, Liam smeared chocolate cake all over the back of Rachel's dress. It looks like she done shit herself."

"Like I said.. Egghead."

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"Puck," she almost whimpers, falling down next to him on the couch, throwing her legs over his. "I'm hungry."

"Hi Hungry, it's me, Puck."

She snorts a little, sitting up and giving him a good look, checking to see it's really him. Just to be sure. "What the hell?"

"I'm practicing my lame dad jokes, babe. Like, um, oh, here's a good one. Did you hear about that kidnapping at the grocery store?"

"I—what? If this is your idea of making me feel happy about bringing a child into this crap world, you're not doing a very good job, to be hon—"

"No, it's okay. He woke up."

She smiles despites herself, slapping him on the chest with her purse before throwing it down next to her. "Maybe I should bring you to my kids for 'show and tell' this week. Test some of them out on an actual kid."

He sarcastically fakes a laugh before getting a serious face on. "Okay, so how about.. How—How do you sell a deaf man a chicken?"

"Do I even wanna know?"

He lets out a small laugh before quickly returning back to his strict face. He leans really close, and for a second she's sure he forgot all about the punchline and was thinking about completely different things. "DO YOU WANNA BUY A CHICKEN?"

Quinn blinks, once, twice and despite absolute suckiness of the joke, they both crack up.

When she has to wipe tears away from her eyes, from laughing, and she's done bursting out in laughter every time she just about calms down, she leans her head against his chest. Patting his stomach, she pauses a few stray giggles, smiling, "You're going to be a really good dad, Puck."

"Thanks, you too," he smirks and she laughs again. Oh God.

"A really lame dad, but a good one."

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