A Collection of Glee Oneshots 3

Cheat (Mercedes/Quick)

"Hey, hot Mama." Mercedes smiled.

"Mercedes!" Quinn exclaimed as she hugged her.  "Come in."

Mercedes entered the apartment, and Quinn closed the door behind her.

"Sorry I came here without calling, but I wanted to see you." Mercedes responded.

"I'm glad you're here. How long are you in New York?" Quinn asked as she and Mercedes sat down on the couch.

"Only a few days. Sam has some work thing." Mercedes answered. "Are the kids home?"

Quinn shook her head. "They're sleeping at Santana and Brittany's. Noah and I were supposed to have a night in alone, but he's still out with Jake, I guess."

"Yeah, that's actually what I came here to talk to you about." Mercedes noted.

Quinn furrowed her eyebrows.

"Puck." Mercedes clarified.

"If this is about him doing drugs and drinking, he's been clean for over a year." Quinn noted.

"It's not about that." Mercedes said, shaking her head.

"Well, what's it about?" Quinn questioned Mercedes.

Mercedes looked at her.

"I'm sorry." Quinn apologized. "What did you wanna talk to me about?"

"I'm really sorry about this, Quinn, but I wanted you to hear the truth." Mercedes began, taking a deep breath. "Puck's cheating on you."

Quinn didn't say anything.

"I'm so sorry." Mercedes added, taking Quinn's hands and gently squeezing them.

"We just bought a house." Quinn said softly. "On the west coast. He wanted to move there for his career, and I agreed."

"I'm sorry." Mercedes repeated.

"We've been trying to have a baby." Quinn continued as tears pooled in her eyes. "So Hudson can have a sibling close in age. I was gonna tell Noah tonight that I'm pregnant."

"Quinn." Mercedes bit her lip.

"How could he do this?" Quinn cried, her voice breaking.

"Come here." Mercedes offered as she wrapped her arms around Quinn, pulling her into her arms and holding her while she sobbed.

-

When Quinn had calmed down enough, she excused herself to the bathroom to clean herself up before returning to the living room.

"Thank you for telling me." Quinn said. "Noah can tell me the details, I guess, but I'm really glad to have a friend looking out for me."

"What are you gonna do?" Mercedes asked.

"I don't know." Quinn shrugged. "I'm gonna talk to him first and then figure things out. He's my husband and the father of my children, and despite everything, I really love him."

Mercedes nodded slowly.

"But I need to know if he relapsed or if this was a one-time thing, or if he..." Quinn trailed off and shrugged again.

"If you do decide to come to the west coast, you and the kids are always welcome to stay at our place." Mercedes told Quinn.

"Thank you." Quinn nodded slowly. She took a deep breath. "Can you go please? I need time alone before he comes home."

"Okay." Mercedes said. "But call me if you need anything."

"I will." Quinn responded.

"Anything at all." Mercedes repeated as she walked to the door.

-

"Baby, I'm home!"

"Noah James, we need to talk." Quinn hissed, coming to the apartment door.

"You're middle naming me?" Puck raised his eyebrow. "What'd I do?"

"You tell me, cheater." Quinn replied.

"I'm gonna go." Jake muttered, closing the door behind him.

"Who told you I'm cheating on you?" Puck wondered.

"It doesn't matter." Quinn said. "It only matters that you tell me the truth."

"No, if someone's getting involved in our marriage, don't you think I have the right to know who it is?" Puck asked.

"Involved in our marriage?" Quinn repeated. "You wanna talk about people who are involved in our marriage? Tell me who you're sleeping with."

"Quinn." Puck said softly.

"Tell me." Quinn demanded. "Or tell me why you've been at Jake's all night when we had plans to have a night in without the kids?"

"I was at Jake's because I wanted his advice on how to handle this." Puck explained.

Quinn folded her arms.

"We had a fight a week or two ago." Puck began. "And then I relapsed and things just got out of control."

"I don't want you here anymore." Quinn responded.

"You don't mean that." Puck said softly.

"Yes I do." Quinn swore. "You don't get to cheat on me and come home to me."

"We can work this out." Puck noted. "I know we can."

"You should've been here tonight." Quinn told Puck. "You should've let me hear it from you instead of Mercedes."

"Mercedes?" Puck repeated. "Mercedes was the one who told you?"

"It doesn't matter." Quinn said. "The point is, you and I made plans to spend the night alone, and I had things I wanted to talk to you about, too."

"What things?" Puck wondered.

"It doesn't matter now." Quinn shook her head.

"Well, what about L.A.?" Puck asked.

"I need to think about everything." Quinn told Puck. "I don't wanna move myself and my kids across the country for my cheating husband's job."

"My job? All the sudden you're not interested in TV and movies?" Puck questioned Quinn.

"If you were here tonight, you would know that I'm taking a break from work." Quinn told Puck. "To make sure the kids are all settled in before the baby's here."

"What?" Puck asked. "We're having another baby?"

"I'm having another baby." Quinn corrected Puck. "I don't want you here. I don't want drugs around my kids, I don't want a cheating husband, and I don't even wanna see you until you're clean and faithful again."

"Quinn."