Dizziness May Occur

Quinn retrieved her buzzing phone from her purse and looked at who was calling. Instead of letting it go to voice mail, like she normally would, she pressed 'answer' and brought it to her ear.

"Puck? Why are you calling me at work? Is something wrong with Beth?"

"No," he said quickly. "Just want to firm up plans for V-Day."

"Shouldn't you be talking with your girlfriend about that?" Quinn asked.

"She broke up with me," Puck said cheerfully.

"Sorry," Quinn said.

"No big," Puck said. "She was jealous of my Beth time."

"Not sorry then," Quinn said with a laugh. "So, what's the plan?"

"You don't have a date?" he asked.

"Date free this year," Quinn said.

"You do now," he said.

"I don't do blind dates," she reminded Puck.

"Artie wants to test his latest invention," Puck said.

"What's he come up with now?" Quinn asked, "And how much is it going to cost me this time?"

"If it works, we'll make millions," Puck said.

"What is it?" Quinn asked.

"A new virtual game room," Puck said. "It lets you game with friends over the internet."

"We do that now," Quinn said.

"Not like this," Puck said.

"Aunt Quinn! Aunt Quinn!" a young voice shouted as she stepped out into the cold winter air. Looking in the voice's direction, she couldn't help smiling at the sight of Beth madly waving at her from Puck's SUV.

"Hey Q, how's my hot BM?" Puck said, winking at her from the driver's seat. Shaking her head, she slid into the back next to Beth.

"Where's Shelby?" she asked, before hugging from Beth. "Hi Beth," she said, tickling her.

"Mommy has a concert," Beth said, giggling, her seat belt preventing her from escaping Quinn's fingers. Quinn looked at Puck for an explanation.

"Concert tonight," he said.

"And she's getting them ready?" Quinn asked, buckling herself in. Shelby wasn't as intense as she'd been back in Ohio, but performances? Still serious business.

"We're meeting her at Chilton," he said.

Quinn raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "How'd you swing that?" she asked. He might run one of the best contracting firms in New England, but he looked like a biker with his tattoos.

"Connections, Babe!" he said. Quinn snorted. "Okay, we're doing a job there," he admitted.

"Better, and don't call me babe," she said, winking at Beth, causing her to giggle again.