So I wrote this a long time ago and finally remembered it. It's a drabble based on a couple of lines from Whispering & The Guilty Ones from Spring Awakening. So y'all can have some Puckleberry in the midst of all of the Klaine love.
Disclaimer: Don't own the songs, the characters... just the storyline.
Rachel's breath hitched as the thump-thump echoed throughout the room. Tears welled in her eyes, and for a moment, she wished there was someone here with her. Not him though, never him. The harsh reality seemed to slap her in the face as the heartbeat echoed in her ears. She was having his baby. And she was alone. She briefly wondered if this is how She had felt, but she let that thought go. And there's heartache without end.
Had a sweetheart on his knees, so faithful and adoring. She loved him. She did, she knows she did. She needed him, and she was only his. She thought he was The One. Honestly, she had never really believed in that kind of thing; The One True Love was all for stupid girls without dreams like hers, who needed validation from a man. But he was different. For her, he was it, and she'd never want another.
And he touched me, and I let him love me. Which is why That Night, when his hands slid her shirt off her shoulders and caressed her breasts, she didn't say a word. That Night, when she felt his hands slipping under her skirt, she didn't stop him. That Night, when her panties hit her ankles, she didn't flinch. That Night, when he asked if she was ready, she simply nodded. That Night, when he finally slipped inside her, she didn't cry. That Night, when it was over, and he laid beside her in her bed and said I love you, she said it back. So let that be my story.
It was out of love that she let him take her virginity. It was out of love that she lied and told him she was on the Pill, mentally calculating the days between periods and deciding it would be fine. She hadn't wanted him to stop, hadn't wanted to ruin the moment, hadn't wanted him to leave because she wouldn't give herself to him. And now our bodies are the guilty ones.
Little miss didn't do right went and ruined all the true plans. She knew as soon as she told him, he wouldn't want her anymore. Sure, he told Her he wanted that child, but no man stays around when the midnight cravings come. Her dreams of Broadway were already crushed; nobody wants a flabby Wendla, an Elphaba with stretch marks. Such a shame. Such a sin.
Oh how we fall into silence from the sky. So, laying in silence in the bed of his pickup the night after her world fell apart at the seams, she resolved he wouldn't find out, not yet. She couldn't let go of the one thing she had left. So, when he asks her, "Rachel? You okay?" she takes a breath and holds back the tears that threaten to spill over any second.
And whisper some silver reply. "I'm fine, Noah."