Moments

Hormones & Cravings

"Noah." Quinn muttered as she nudged him. "You're snoring."

"That's you." Puck responded.

"No it isn't." Quinn insisted.

"Go back to sleep." Puck suggested as he put his arms around Quinn. "Come here."

"Noooo." Quinn groaned. "Leave me alone."

"What's wrong?" Puck wondered, letting go of Quinn. "Are you hungry?"

"Can you go sleep on the couch?" Quinn requested.

"What?" Puck asked.

"Sleep on the couch." Quinn said. "Please."

"Are you serious?" Puck questioned Quinn.

"Babe, please." Quinn whined.

"Fine. Come on, Max." Puck said, exhaling as he climbed out of bed, pulling the blanket with him.

"Baaaabe."

"Night, you know where to find me."

-

"Daddy?"

Puck opened his eyes and looked at Lucy and Hudson, who were standing in front of him.

"Why are you on the couch?" Lucy wondered.

"Where's Mommy?" Puck asked. "I wanna talk to her."

"In the kitchen with Beth and Max." Hudson replied.

Puck nodded. "Come eat."

Hudson nodded back, and the trio headed to the kitchen.

"Morning, B." Puck said, greeting the girls. "Morning, babe."

Quinn didn't answer. She was too focused on the pan of eggs in front of her.

"Let me take over." Puck offered.

"Fine." Quinn muttered, putting the utensils down and stepping away from the stove.

"How'd you sleep?" Puck asked Quinn as he made breakfast.

Quinn scrolled through her phone and didn't say anything.

"Guys, why don't you go wait inside?" Puck suggested. "Breakfast might take a while."

"Come on." Beth sighed, dragging her siblings out of the room.

"Wanna talk about last night?" Puck asked.

"Not really." Quinn mumbled.

Puck looked at Quinn. "Why'd you wake me up and kick me out of bed? 'Cause if I did something-"

"You didn't do anything." Quinn interrupted as she put her phone down. "I couldn't sleep with you there."

"Why?" Puck wondered.

"'Cause I'm mad at you." Quinn announced.

"But you just said I didn't do anything." Puck noted.

"You didn't." Quinn stated.

"Okay." Puck furrowed his eyebrow. "Then why did you kick me out of bed?"

"Because I can't stand you." Quinn answered.

"What are you talking about?" Puck questioned Quinn.

"I think it's the hormones, but even just looking at you pisses me off." Quinn explained.

"Seriously?" Puck asked.

"I don't know." Quinn muttered. "I've never felt like this before."

"Well, can't you talk to the doctor or something?" Puck suggested. "I mean, how are we gonna deal with this for the next seven months?"