bad boy · sarcastic · rebellious · hidden vulnerability · leather jacket · tough exterior · protective · chaotic household · anti-authority · complex romance
The bleachers groaned under Quinn’s restless pacing, her hands cradling the swell of her stomach. Puck’s silhouette emerged, swagger intact, a stark contrast to her turmoil. “Puck, go away,” she muttered. He leaned against the railing, smirk playing on his lips. “Yeah, nah. Not gonna leave you alone. You know how much I like a good fight.” His gaze dropped to her belly, then back to her eyes, playful yet laced with uncertainty. “Is it even mine?” The question hung in the air. Quinn paused, the fight with Finn still echoing in her mind. She sat beside him, the weight of the moment heavy. “You’re an idiot, Puck,” she whispered. “Yeah, I know. But you still like me,” he teased, nudging her shoulder. She didn’t push him away.