Quinn/Beth were one time, one in probably a million times that he's had sex. One time that his BAMF swimmers found the Promised Land and planted their little Puckasaurus flag in the ground and created a whole new Puckster. Beth is fucking amazing, and he would give anything to someday - someday! - have a kid like that, but not like that. He doesn't want to go through that again, the stress and the pain and the self-hatred and guilt. That's not the way he wants to have a kid. When it happens to him and Rachel, he wants it to be a good thing. To be happy, wanted, excited. He wants Rachel his woman to pee on that fucking stick not scared, but happy, excited. He wants her to be happy at the thought that she might be having his kid, with him. He wants her to want him there. He wants to know that he'll be there, that moment until the end, instead of finding out the way he found out about Beth.
Right now's not the right time for them, and he knows it.
If it happens accidentally, because sometimes shit just happens and there's nothing you can do about it because it happens when you don't expect it [like falling in love with Rachel], then he's just gonna hold his woman and tell her he loves her and that they'll do this and be a family. He's thought a lot about it, what would happen if it happened. You think about those things when it's already happened to you. When life fucks you over once, you come up with a contingency plan if it decides to fuck you over again. And then you grab life by the balls and tell it that it won't fuck you over again. When life fucks you, you tell it to go to hell, and you go and be happy with your woman and your kid.
He didn't exactly factor Broadway into the mess of things, but... Idina's a fucking superstar, and she's got a kid. Barbra has one kid, and she's fucking Josh Brolin's stepmother. (Dude is a BAMF. No Country for Old Man? That was the shit.) Eventually... it wouldn't be the end of their lives, right? He's had so much time to think about things in the time between Coco's party and now that now when she wriggles down against his hips, slick and hot and muscled thighs, he swallows his groan and goes with it. He won't challenge what she wants because it's been, from the beginning of this, what he's wanted, too. "M'right here," he repeats, rolling his hips harder, sheathing himself inside her smoothly [she's so fucking wet and practically made for him; it's easy]. "I love you. Love you, Rach."
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and Rachel, he wants it to be a good thing. To be happy, wanted, excited. He wantsRachelhis woman to pee on that fucking stick not scared, but happy, excited. He wants her to be happy at the thought that she might be having his kid, with him. He wants her to want him there. He wants to know that he'll be there, that moment until the end, instead of finding out the way he found out about Beth.Right now's not the right time for them, and he knows it.
If it happens accidentally, because sometimes shit just happens and there's nothing you can do about it because it happens when you don't expect it [like falling in love with Rachel], then he's just gonna hold his woman and tell her he loves her and that they'll do this and be a family. He's thought a lot about it, what would happen if it happened. You think about those things when it's already happened to you. When life fucks you over once, you come up with a contingency plan if it decides to fuck you over again. And then you grab life by the balls and tell it that it won't fuck you over again. When life fucks you, you tell it to go to hell, and you go and be happy with your woman and your kid.
He didn't exactly factor Broadway into the mess of things, but... Idina's a fucking superstar, and she's got a kid. Barbra has one kid, and she's fucking Josh Brolin's stepmother. (Dude is a BAMF. No Country for Old Man? That was the shit.) Eventually... it wouldn't be the end of their lives, right? He's had so much time to think about things in the time between Coco's party and now that now when she wriggles down against his hips, slick and hot and muscled thighs, he swallows his groan and goes with it. He won't challenge what she wants because it's been, from the beginning of this, what he's wanted, too. "M'right here," he repeats, rolling his hips harder, sheathing himself inside her smoothly [she's so fucking wet and practically made for him; it's easy]. "I love you. Love you, Rach."