Beth's birth had brought out a softer side of himself that Puck wasn't really used to showing people. In fact, Puck hadn't even known that this side of him existed until now. All he had to do was see that baby for the first time, then he got all weird and protective and gentle. That kind of feeling made Puck wonder if his own father had felt the same way about him when he had been born. Probably not. But he didn't need to worry about the man. No, not when Puck planned on being one hundred percent better. He was gonna raise Beth up right. He'd teach her all kinds of things and Puck would be be there for her all the way. Just as soon as they got out of this craphole of a world. Until then, he was gonna make sure that no one put their hands on his daughter. Her or her mother, even though Quinn was kind of bitchy and a pain most of the time. At least she made out with him if he was nice.
"I think they went for food," Puck said, dragging a chair up to sit beside Quinn's bed. "I don't know how they're going to get much of anything around here that isn't made of rice or noodles." They probably didn't even have burgers here. How depressing. Puck looked down, eyes finding the baby curled up closely to her mother. She was so tiny. By all logic, something that tiny shouldn't have even been something that Puck cared about in the slightest. He picked on tiny people all the time. Little kids, midgets - but her? His little...his kid? No, Puck couldn't do that. And if anyone dared try, he'd beat the living hell out of them. "Uh, if you want. Usually they gotta be married or together or something, but with Brittany and Santana -" Puck peered over toward the door, barely suppressing a smirk. "I don't think that should be a problem."
Puck clasped his hands together and leaned forward in his chair, eyes finding Beth again. "How is she doing? She seems okay, right? The doctor said everything was okay?"