You're In My Veins

Nothing Stays The Same

Everything will change,

Nothing stays the same.

"There's only one bed?" Quinn asked, biting her lip hard as she looked around the bedroom.

The bedroom was nice, and had everything they would need in there. A double bed sat in the middle of the room, its wooden headboard backed up against the cream wall. There was a huge wooden wardrobe by a door which she assumed led to a bathroom. The room was really quite nice, except the fact that there was only one bed.

"They think we're engaged, Q. There's obviously only going to be one bed," he sighed, setting their suitcases down on the bed.

"We can't share a bed," she argued, her hands on her hips. She was not negotiating on this. The last time they shared a bed, she was pregnant and she would rather not go down that road again if she could help it.

"Because we've never done that before," he scoffed, rolling his eyes at her and opening his suitcase, unpacking his clothes.

"That was different. I was pregnant and we were dating. Kind of. I'm not pregnant anymore and we are definitely not dating," she scowled, closing the bedroom door so no one would hear them. The last thing they needed was for his family to find out this was all a big lie.

"Thank God for small mercies," he muttered, pulling open a drawer to pile his shirts into.

Quinn opened her mouth to answer before clamping her mouth shut, her eyes narrowing into an evil glare. "I'm taking a shower, and then we'll figure out this whole bed situation later."

"Take your time, MILF. If you're gonna rub one out, do it quietly," he smirked, winking at her and setting his jeans in the wardrobe.

"You're disgusting, you know that? I can't believe I made a child with you," she sighed, pulling open her suitcase to find clean pyjamas.

"Neither could your parents," he grinned, dodging the slap she sent his way.

"I'm taking a shower. Try not to do anything stupid like trapping your head in the door," she grumbled, finding a towel and heading into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her.

Quinn shoved her clothes onto the counter and let out a long sigh, leaning against the counter and splashing cold water on her face. There was no way she was going to share a bed with Puck. It wasn't that she didn't feel anything for him that way, it was quite the opposite. The feelings between them might have gone away, but the attraction was still there, and she didn't trust herself not to do something stupid again. Quinn sighed and turned on the shower, peeling off her clothes and dumping them on the floor, ready to wash away today and start fresh tomorrow.

The water was warm against her skin, and she allowed herself to sigh and relax under the spray, tilting her head back and running her fingers through her hair. She hoped this vacation would do her some good, and she hoped that Maggie would pass away happy and peaceful. She deserved that much at least.

"Quinn? Can I come in? I need to brush my teeth!" Puck called, knocking on the door loudly, leaning against the wood to hear her response over the water.

"Brush them somewhere else," she yelled back with a grin as she heard him grumble something under his breath. That was until the door swung open.

"Puck! Get out!" Quinn shouted, thanking God for the shower curtain preventing him from seeing her naked, but even still, she turned her body into the wall.

"Calm down, princess. Its not like I'm coming in here to steal your virtue or whatever," he sighed, rolling his eyes at how dramatic she was being and turning on the tap to wetten his toothbrush.