You're In My Veins

Everything Will Change

Quinn sighed as she finished washing the dishes, staring out of the window for a moment before shutting off the water and drying her hands. Her life was successful, more so than she had thought when the pregnancy test showed up the little pink plus sign. She had thought her life was ruined, but evidently not. After high school, she had gone on to graduate from Yale at the top of her class with a law degree, and was now one of the best lawyers in New York. But, even with all her success, she was lonely a lot of the time, and she missed her sweet little girl. Her love life was pretty none existent besides a few short term flings here and there. Something was missing from her life, and she didn't quite know what. A knock at the door shook her out of her thoughts, Quinn grabbing twenty dollars from her purse to pay for what she assumed was her pizza, even if it was twenty minutes late. The lawyer in her urged her to argue with the delivery man, but she

honestly didn't care. She just wanted to curl up in bed with her pizza and watch the notebook again.

Quinn headed for her door and pulled it open, her eyes growing wide in surprise at who stood on her doorstep, that same half smirk tugging at his lips.

"S'up MILF?" Puck smirked, leaning against her doorframe and looking her over. He hadn't seen her in almost four years, and she was still as amazingly beautiful as she had been at Santana's twenty first birthday.

"Puck? What are you doing here?" She asked in shock, blinking a few times to be sure he was really there. He looked good, a little taller than last time, and his muscles before defined. She supposed the air force had really put him to work.

"Can't I come visit the mother of my child?" He asked, pressing his hand to his chest as if she had hurt his feelings. Quinn laughed and rolled her eyes, stepping aside to let him in, closing the door behind him.

"Nice place you got here, I guess you're raking in the big money now?" He asked, looking around the huge living room she led him into, not surprised at all to find the room furnished in expensive wood and huge sofas. Typical Fabray.

"You could say that. Do you want anything to drink?" She called from the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of water and wondering why Puck had come to see her.

"No, I'm good," he answered, picking up the framed picture of Beth from her mantel.

"Why are you here? We haven't spoken in years, what's changed?" Quinn asked as she came back into the living room, pausing when she saw he was holding the picture of Beth from the hospital. She wondered when it would stop hurting to think about her daughter.

"Maybe I missed you," he shrugged, putting the picture back.

"Maybe, but we've never really been friends. We've never been the kind of people to call each other for a catch up, so what is it? Is it Beth?" She frowned, a jolt of panic stabbing her in the heart. If Beth had been hurt, she didn't know what she would do.

"Beth is fine, I mean no one has called about her so that's a good sign right? Berry said she's fine, I have a picture," Puck grinned, pulling a picture of their daughter out of his wallet and handing it to her.

"So what is it? If its not Beth, what else is it?" Quinn asked, tears filling her eyes as she stared down at the picture of their little girl grinning next to Snow White.

"I need to ask you a favour," he sighed, thrusting his hands into his pockets and biting his lip, chancing a glance at her.

"Do you need money? I can lend you some," she offered, reaching for her cheque book.

"What? No. Its nothing like that, Q. I don't need your money," he sighed, rolling his eyes at her, deciding to just get to the point.

"I need you to marry me," Puck blurted, Quinn's eyes growing wide in shock.