Hey, my lovelies! This is my first story on my new account and of course it had a Puck/Quinn/Beth story and I hope you love it as much as I do. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: If I owned Glee, which I don't, Puck and Quinn would've kept Beth (hence the story).
"Did you love me?" Quinn looked at me with her big, greenish-hazel eyes that drove me crazy. The same eyes she had passed on to our daughter.
Our daughter. Our Beth. Our perfect little angel. The plexiglass wall that separated us from her was killing little pieces of me. I wanted to rip her from the plastic crib she was sleeping so soundly in and bring her home, and never let go of her.
But Quinn didn't want her. She didn't want this perfect little creature, her miniature clone to be theirs. She wanted someone else to teach her to walk, to hear her first words, to record her smashing cake in her face on her birthday. I couldn't understand why.
But I could. She loved Beth. She wanted her to be raised by a family that could give her everything she needed and wanted. A puppy, a big backyard, a stay-at-home mom or dad. All Quinn and I could give her was all our unconditional love and that wasn't enough.
"Yeah. Especially now."
"Puck-" she began.
"I want to keep her, Q," I blurted, before I could stop myself.
"Wha-What?" Her eyes widened, and she refused to look at me or Beth.
I grabbed her face and moved it so she was looking me directly me in the eye.
"Quinn. Can you really stand the thought of someone else loving our baby the way we should? Someone else kissing her boo-boos and brushing her hair and cheering her on at her glee competitions and soccer games and taking prom pictures and crying when she leaves for college?"
"No," Quinn said, softly, biting her lip.
"I'll get a better job, I'll do well in school, I won't do anything illegal, I swear. You can go to college, and me and Beth-"
"Beth and I," she said, a watery smile on her lips.
"Beth and I," I corrected myself, "will be cheering you on the whole way, your biggest supporters. We don't have to be together, even though I really want to be. But, we won't if you don't want to. You can have Beth on the weekends or the weekdays, whatever you want, but-"
Once again, I was cut of by Quinn, but this time, she was smashing her lips into mine, throwing her arms around my neck. My hands moved from her face and slid around her waist. We were so caught up in the moment we didn't hear the nurse approach.
"Eh-hem," the nurse coughed, clearly uncomfortable by the two teens making out in the baby ward.
"Yes?" I asked, annoyance dripping from my voice.
"Miss Fabray, we know you aren't keeping your daughter, so breast feeding isn't really an option, but-"
"I've changed my mind," Quinn breathed, "my boyfriend and I are keeping our daughter."
Shocked, I looked down at her. She gave me a dazzling smile and turned back to the nurse.
"Can I feed my baby, now? She looks hungry." Quinn's maternal instincts shot into overdrive, when she saw our baby start to fidget.
The nurse smiled and nodded and left to collect Beth.
"We're keeping her?" I asked, wrapping my arms around her.
"On one condition. This spur of maturity and devotion has to be permanent, not just a heat of the moment thing. Raising a baby is a huge commitment, and when it gets hard, I need to know you'll stick around."
"I'm a screwup, Quinn. I've never really done anything right, you know that. But Beth-Beth is perfect. I did something perfect. I've never loved any two people as much as you and the baby. Well, except my mom and sister. Why would I leave the two most perfect girls in the world?"
Quinn was crying at this point, hysterically.
"I love, I love you so much," she sobbed in my arms. I kissed her head and ran my fingers through her long blonde hair.
"Here's your baby,' The nurse, who had just returned, smiled, handing Beth to Quinn.
"Do you want to hold her?" she asked. I never got a chance to hold her in the delivery room, and Quinn knew that.
She placed the bundle of pink blankets and fluffy tufts of blonde hair in my strong arms. I was terrified. She was so small and delicate compared to my brawny self, I was scared that she would break in two.
But, as soon as she started to coo and looked at me with her mommy's eyes, the fear was replaced the most love I've ever felt.
"Hey, baby," I whispered, so Quinn and the nurse, who were discussing feeding schedules and diaper changes, wouldn't hear, "I'm your daddy. I just want you to know, no matter what, I will love you with everything I am. You're my perfect little angel and daddy will never let anyone ever hurt a hair on your head. I swear." I placed a kiss on her smooth forehead, and pulled Quinn into my chest. This is where I belong. With my two girls.
9 months Later…
"Hey, I'm home!" I called as I walked into the house after work.
"In the kitchen!"
I went into the kitchen, and I was greeted by the sight of a frazzled Quinn, with mashed peas in her hair and applesauce staining my shirt, which she was wearing. Beth was giggling happily, pounding her tiny fists on the tray of her messy high chair.
"How are my gorgeous girls?" I asked, carefully inching towards my girlfriend. I knew better than to make a sarcastic remark at this point.
Quinn sighed.
"Your daughter would rather assault me with her food than eat it," she said, wiping the counters down with paper towels, "she's so A-S-S."
Ever since Beth was born, Quinn had been spelling out swear words, so she wouldn't poison Beth's little mind with profanity.
"That's my girl," I laughed, picking her up, "Okay, how 'bout I give this little bug a bath, then I'll give Mommy one." I wiggled my brows and Quinn giggled.
"Yeah, Mommy is going to pass. I'm too gross."
"That's what the bath's for, pretty lady." I kissed her nose, "and you're not gross. You just smell really bad."
Quinn started to smack me with a dishtowel as Beth and I ran out of the kitchen, both cracking up.
I carried my baby upstairs to Quinn's bedroom and sat her in her crib, while I walked into connecting bathroom to fill the bathtub. Ms. Fabray let us move in after we had Beth and she was shockingly supportive of us. She had turned the spare room into a nursery, even though Beth still slept in our room with us. We figured when she turned one in two months, we would move her in there.
"Alright, baby girl," I said, coming back into the room, "lets get you all clean."
I undressed her and plopped her in the tub which was only filled a quarter of the way up. While she played with her bath blocks, I gently massaged shampoo into her thick mass of hair. Shielding her eyes from the runny soap, I poured water over her head. But of course, some managed to get into them, and she started to bawl.
"It's alright, honey," I soothed, rinsing her eyes out, "it's all better."
Once all the shampoo was gone from her eyes, I rubbed body-wash on her little chubby body.
"There," I said, as she was finished, "all clean!" I lifted her from the tub and wrapped her in fluffy pink towel with little yellow ducks all over.
I rubbed lotion on her body, just like Ms. Fabray had taught me and Quinn to do. I put a new diaper on her and then dressed her in little purple footie jammies. And of course, I had to change my clothes because Beth was a splasher. Finally, bath time was complete.
"Let's go see mama," I said to Beth, bringing her downstairs.
Quinn was laying on the couch, all showered, dressed in her own pajamas, a McKinley High Cheerios! shirt and baggy sweatpants, while drinking what seemed to be tea.
"The baby's bathed," I told her, flopping down next to her, Beth on my lap.
Setting her cup down, she grabbed Beth from me.
"There's my evil little baby girl!" Quinn exclaimed, kissing her feet. Beth shrieked with laughter. I grinned and put my arm around her shoulder.
This was my favorite part of the day. When Beth was all cuddled up in pajamas and the sun was setting through the windows, my arms around my two girls. Everyday I was more grateful that we kept Beth. I couldn't imagine my life without her. Everything was pure perfection.
2 Months Later…
"Puck, Puck!" I felt Quinn shaking my arm, trying to wake me up.
I groaned and rolled over, burying my face in the pillow. Whatever this was, it could wait.
"Puckerman!"
"Hmm?" I mumbled, not moving.
"It's Beth's birthday!"
I was suddenly awake, as I sat up. How could I forget my daughter's birthday?
Quinn hopped out of the bed and walked over to the crib where Beth patiently waited, a dopey smile on her face as she played with her stuffed dog. She always waited in the morning, so we got more sleep and that's one of the many reasons I loved my princess.
"Happy Birthday, my beautiful miracle," Quinn whispered to her, stroking her hair, "I can't believe you're one." Tears started to form in her eyes.
I joined my girlfriend by our daughter when a sudden wave a realization washed over me.
"Oh my god," I said, and Quinn looked at me with alarm, "We've been parents for a year."
Quinn relaxed and leaned against my chest, her hand still on Beth's head.
"It's crazy, I know. Anyway, the Glee kids and Mr. Schue and your mom and sister are coming over for her party tonight."
"Do we have to have a party?" I asked, "can't it just be us?"
"Nope!" Quinn said, popping the "P" with a smirk on her face. She got Beth and began to get her ready.
"Santana!" Quinn exclaimed to her best friend, "what the heck?!"
Santana feigned innocence.
"What? I promised my favorite niece the best birthday ever. Did you think I was lying?"
"Where did you get the money for all of this?"
Santana grinned and kept directing the workers in, who were all holding big sacks of presents for Beth.
"Oh, I have my ways and means. Now, give me my baby!"
She rushed off to Rachel, who was holding her.
"Give me, give me, Hobbit!" She snatched Beth from her while Rachel pouted.
I grinned and leaned back on the counter while my baby was passed around from person to person. Quinn was spreading pink, strawberry frosting on the vanilla cake.
"Hey!" She said, slapping my fingers as I tired to snag some frosting, "Don't even think about it!"
I laughed as I kissed her head.
"Can Beth even eat cake yet?"
"No, but its's tradition that on a babies first birthday, they play in the cake."
"Fine, but bath time is all yours tonight," I joked.
Quinn laughed, and jabbed one candle into the cake.
"Sure. But, anyway, I made another cake for everyone to eat. Chocolate. Your favorite. Okay, everyone, cake time!"
She sat Beth's cake down and yelled at Mr. Schue to get the camera.
Mercedes, who had been holding Beth last, sat her in her highchair.
"Mom, wil you get the lighter?" She asked Ms. Fabray.
"Yeah, sure babe."
She handed Quinn the lighter and, making sure Beth was safely shielded, light the candle.
"You getting this Mr. Schue?" I asked, as Quinn and I crouched behind her.
He gave a thumbs up and then everyone launched into a very harmonious rendition of Happy Birthday.
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday dear Bethie,
Happy Birthday to you!
We puffed out the candle as Beth squealed and clapped.
At the same time, we kissed her each one of her cheeks. I wrapped my arms around the two of my girls. Another perfect day.
The next chapter will be up soon, and even though I suck at updating, I swear it'll be up soon. Review!