Puck frowned and then shrugged when she told him to wait there. It wasn't like he wanted to go in the bathroom and like, watch her pee or whatever the hell she had to do. He was pretty sure that's how it worked though. She had to pee on a stick and it would tell her what he already knew. She was knocked up and it was his kid. But he would be damned if he didn't show her this time that he could be a good dad. Talk her into keeping her this time.
Shoving his hands into his pockets, he leaned against the wall just beside the bathroom door, waiting for her to come out. After all, she seemed to think he was gonna snoop through her shit or something. Whatever. He had other things to focus on. Though he could stand to see if she had any hot panties in her drawer. Nah, he didn't feel like dealing with a pissed off Quinn and she was already not his Quinn, which basically meant she hated him.
His eyes moved to her as soon as she came out, sticks in hand. He didn't know why his heart was beating so fast, he already knew what they were gonna say. But there it was, nearly beating out of his chest. He walked over, taking a seat next to her. In an uncharacteristic move, he placed his hand on the small of her back, rubbing gently. "Everything's gonna be fine, babe." He said in a low tone. "Hell, I went through it once, I'm kind of a pro now." He smirked a little, trying to lighten the mood. Yeah, like that was gonna happen.