"Do you feel any better now that you called Finn's mom?" Quinn asked Puck as she climbed into bed beside him.
"A little." Puck nodded as he wrapped his arms around Quinn. "And the more time I spend with you, the happier I am that I'm home for good."
"I'm happy, too." Quinn told Puck. "I'm not happy you got hurt, but I'm happy to have you here now."
"Yeah, me, too." Puck smiled.
"We can focus on our future." Quinn said. "And the wedding planning."
"We can't plan a wedding until we're engaged." Puck replied.
"So let's be engaged." Quinn decided.
"Not until I propose." Puck shook his head.
"So propose." Quinn requested.
"I want it to be special, Quinn." Puck said.
"Why?" Quinn wondered. "Why does it have to be a spectacle? We've never been like that."
"If you let me propose the way I wanna propose, I'll let you have whatever wedding you want." Puck decided. "We could have it in a church or whatever. It's all up to you."
"Really?" Quinn asked.
Puck nodded. "Whatever you want."
Quinn smiled. "I love you. You're the best future husband ever."
Puck smiled back. "I love you, too. Sweet dreams, baby."