Junior Year

94

On Sunday, the Puckermans, the Fabrays and the Martins all met at the diner for a late breakfast.

"Noah and I found an apartment." Quinn informed everyone. "We're gonna get the paperwork and then we're gonna move in a few weeks after that's done."

Tom looked at Quinn. "I've been doing some research with your mother, and every apartment we've seen, you need to be at least eighteen. Some places, even older than that."

"I sort of told them I'm eighteen." Puck admitted. "And I sort of got an ID to prove it."

"Noah." Ruth scolded.

"I didn't know what else to do." Puck shrugged. "And I wasn't gonna let Quinn get a bunch of fake stuff."

"With the paperwork, they're probably gonna do a background check and they'll need references to see what kind of people they're letting in." Tom added as he looked at Puck. "And weren't you in juvie?"

"Yeah, but it was for something stupid." Puck reminded Tom.

"Doesn't matter." Tom shook his head. "They see that and they'll figure out that you're not eighteen, and you'll get into more trouble."

"Okay." Quinn said softly as she placed her hand on Puck's arm and looked at Judy and Ruth. "What do you two think we should do?"

"Quinn, you're welcome at our house anytime." Ruth reminded Quinn. "We liked having you last year, even though the situation wasn't ideal."

Quinn nodded. "I appreciate that a lot and I appreciate everything you guys did for me last year, but we really liked this place."

"We could rent it in my name." Judy offered. "I'll sign all the paperwork and I'll be responsible for the place, but you two will live there."

Quinn looked at Puck. "What do you think?"

"That's fine." Puck nodded as he looked at Judy. "We're paying for everything."

Judy nodded. "We can talk about that later. Just the three of us."

Puck furrowed his eyebrow.

"Let's just eat, okay?" Quinn decided as she looked at Sarah and Olivia, who looked bored out of their minds.

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After breakfast, everyone said their goodbyes before they headed home. Puck went home with the Fabrays.

"Mom, can we talk now?" Quinn asked when they were home.

"Tom, Olivia, please excuse us." Judy requested as she led Quinn and Puck into the yard.

The trio sat down. Quinn held Beth on her lap.

"I'm paying for your furniture." Judy informed Quinn and Puck.

"Mrs. Fabray, I appreciate that, but no." Puck shook his head. "I can pay for it."

"Judy." Judy corrected Puck. "You've been paying for a lot, Noah."

"It's my family." Puck pointed out.

"Quinn's my daughter." Judy reminded Puck. "And you've been so good to her and Beth, and I wanna do this for all three of you."

Puck bit his lip and furrowed his eyebrow.

"You pay for a lot, and you work a lot." Judy noted. "And you deserve something nice, too."

"I have everything I need." Puck responded. "And I really appreciate your offer, but I..."

Puck trailed off as Judy looked at Quinn.

"Babe, I think we should just say thank you and let her do this." Quinn suggested. "Because I know my mom and she's not gonna back down."

Puck sighed. "Thank you, Judy. You don't have to do that."

"I want to." Judy promised. "And thank you, Noah."

Puck nodded, though he wasn't sure why Judy was thanking him.

"Thank you, Mom." Quinn smiled as she stood up and hugged Judy.

"Of course." Judy smiled back.

"Noah, let's go up to my room. I wanna work on homework and relax." Quinn said.

Puck stood up slowly and looked at Judy. "Thanks again."