AN: This is my first Fan-fiction, I've always wanted to write a story but never had any ideas. This story was kind of inspired by the show Life Unexpected. I hope you like it, please review with good or bad thoughts on the story, because I can't make it better if I don't know what I've done wrong. Thanks :)
Disclaimer : I unfortunately don't own anything :(
Who would have thought that I would ever be doing this? I feel like a fucking pussy but right now I don't care. I'm glad that I have her; I don't even want to think what I would have done without her by my side. She smells like sweets, I love how she smells so tasty! Hearing her hum 'Sweet Caroline' the song I sang just for her all those months ago was surprisingly calming me down. Holding me tightly, like she was never letting go, made me feel safe – see I'm growing a vagina! What the fuck?
Six months ago Noah 'Puck' Puckerman and everyone else at WMHS would never have thought that he would be crying, let alone crying with Rachel Berry cradling him. However the events that had happened were even more messed up than that.
So, Puck fucked up big time by having sex with his best friend's girl – even worse, she was pregnant with his child. Yeah he was a stud and had slept with a lot of girls and cougars, but he never thought that even he would ever steep so low as to sleep with head cheerleader Quinn Fabray (his best friend, Finn Hudson, of 10 years) girlfriend. He felt like an ass after, but she wanted it, saying she felt fat that day and who was he to let her down? Well turns out he did. He hadn't been thinking straight because of the wine coolers that they had both had, he could hold his liquor and beer, but wine was a no no, it went straight to his head; and because of this he was stupid enough not to put a condom on.
When he found out she was pregnant he tried to do the right thing and tell her he was there for her and he'd help out with everything, because he was not a dead beat like his father! But no she thought she was too good for him and said that he was a 'Lima loser' and that she'd go to the grave swearing it was Finn's. Finn being the naïve tool that he was believed her bullshit story, that she got pregnant when they were in the hot tub. He wanted to tell Finn the truth but Quinn was the one who wanted to lie. So he went along with it, yup another jackass move from him.
So just before sectionals Rachel found out the true paternity of the baby. He still doesn't know how she found out, but she did. Since Finn had joined Glee, he and Rachel had been ogling at each other, enough to make a cute little puppy sick! And she wanted Finn – and everyone knew it, even Quinn. But she knew she couldn't have him because he had a pregnant girlfriend. So she went to him and told him.
"You fucking asshole! How could you do this to me?" another blow to the face; Puck knew he deserved it so he allowed Finn to carry on. "What have I ever done to you? Eh! What have I ever done to you to deserve this?" Finn went to take another blow but Puck had the taste of blood in his mouth and he had had enough, so he blocked Finn. "Look man I fucked up badly! I wanted to tell you the truth bus she-" he pointed an accusing finger towards Quinn "didn't want me to be the father, she loves you man! She may have a fucked up way of showing it but she does! I tried to man up and take responsibility but she was having none of it!" Puck was shocked at how much he had said, and he wasn't one to grovel but he really didn't want to loose his best friend. Finn looked at Quinn, with hurt and love in his eyes, then he looked at Rachel with a crumpled expression and the same hurt in his eyes, and then at Puck with anger in his eyes, and with that he stormed out. The room was filled with such a suffocating silence that everyone jumped a bit when they heard the grunts of frustration and the sound of lockers being punched echoing though the corridor into the room.
In the wake of what happened Quinn ran out crying, Santana and Brittany following her, giving evils to both Puck and Rachel or 'Man hands' as they like to call her, before leaving. Kurt let out a dramatic low whistle saying "well well well…" and with that Puck snapped out of his shock and started leaving the room gritting out a "fuck you Hummel" and a glance at Rachel sitting on a chair looking mortified.
Rachel was just sitting there, she couldn't move and her mind was working overtime. She was just staring at the door, her eyes glazed over, worrying her bottom lip. She was trying to get some coherent thoughts but all her brain could muster was 'what have you done'. All she could see was a replay of what happened. The look of shock on Noah's face when Finn punched him, that shock soon turning into a look of self loathing, he looked ashamed. Wait. When did this become about him? She was 'in love' with Finn. Wasn't she? That's why she went to him when she found out the truth, she wanted Finn for herself. Didn't she? But that look on Noa- no! That look on Puck's face when he looked at her before leaving the room, she couldn't figure it out. It wasn't the hateful look she was used to from him that she usually received when he'd give her a slushie facial. His eyes were soft and full of feeling, that same look he had when they briefly dated, so briefly it's not even worth thinking about, no, there was in fact more feeling in this look that she'd ever seen. How long had she been sitting there thinking about him?
The original Gleeks were surrounding her, all talking at the same time. She only just saw them as her eyes began to refocus on the reality, she couldn't hear what they were saying it was all a muffled blur. She swiftly stood up and left the room, leaving a bunch of confused looks on the Gleeks faces. She was power walking – because she was one to follow school rules and no running down corridors was a rule – down the corridors looking out for the one person she needed to see, though she wasn't quite sure who that was. She could just about hear some muffled sobs, she looked down another empty corridor and saw the blonde cheerleader, with her knees pulled up to her chest hugging them, while the sobs racked through her body. Rachel had stopped walking, and she just stood there unsure of what to do. So she took a deep breath, straightened her appearance and stood tall – forever the actress. She began walking over and lowered herself to sit next to Quinn. She was watching Quinn apprehensively and just waited until she looked up. "What do you want Rupaul?" Quinn finally spat out, another favourite for the cheerio's to call her. Rachel let out a breath she didn't realise she was holding "I … I just wanted to say I'm so sorry Quinn, I didn't know this was how it was going to happen. I know I'm not your favourite person and I've probably just ruined your life even more but... I'm just so sorry!" she was panicking, she felt awful for what she had done but she didn't know how to actually express how sorry she was. Rachel knew she had an abrasive vocabulary but it failed her at this moment.
Quinn looked Rachel in the eye and she took in a sharp inhalation of air, when she saw Quinn's red raw eyes and mascara all down her face. "I'm not angry with you Rachel" Rachel just stared at her in shock, she actually used her name! 'you did what I couldn't do, I know he needed to know the truth, I was just too afraid that this would happen, I love him I really do, I just don't know what to do" Quinn was so confused as to why she was explaining herself to 'Man hands' of all people. Rachel just continued to stare. "I didn't mean to have sex with Puck, it just happened; I was so upset about Finn joining glee and the looks he gave you." She started crying again, and Rachel wasn't sure what to do, so she put a hand on her shoulder to comfort her. She felt the need to speak "Quinn I'm sorry, I only told Finn because I wanted him to be with me not you. I know that's terribly wrong of me but…" she was unsure of where she was going with this "but I liked that he liked me, I'm not stupid, I know pretty much the whole of William McKinley student body hates me, and to have the quarter back like me? It was just memorising, in short it was nice to be liked." It was Quinn's turn to stare this time; Rachel saw that Quinn looked like she understood, "well neither of us have him now." And with that Rachel understood that that was the end of the conversation, so she squeezed Quinn's shoulder and speedily stood up and left the scene.
Rachel found her self searching the bleachers, when her eyes landed upon the familiar muscular boy, wearing a tight white top that hugged and emphasised his muscles and his Letterman jacket hanging off of him, his jean clad legs lazily spread with his feet resting on the bench in front of him, complete with that dreadful Mohawk, she thought; don't lie Rachel you love that Mohawk. Realising this is the one she was looking for, she began to walk over there while being flooded with memories of the last time she and this boy were last here.
"You like Quinn and I like Finn. It's not fair on either of us to stay in this 'relationship' when we both want other people" she stated. "Are you breaking up with me?" she heard the anger and possibly disappointment in his voice. "Yes I am" she suddenly felt a chill curse though her veins, "well I was going to break up with you anyway!" he spat, though it sounded like he was trying to convince himself that rather than her. "No, you weren't, but we can still be friends" she offered "we weren't friends to begin with!" she felt a stabbing pain in her heart and stinging in her eyes as he left her sitting there on the bleachers. What she didn't know was how much he was hurting after he had said that, he bolted because he couldn't stand the look in her big brown eyes.
He smelt her before he saw or heard her. She still smelled like sweets, god he loved and missed that smell. He glanced up and saw her walking towards him; she was wearing a white shirt with a pink cardigan which she had wrapped round her because it was chilly outside, well for her because she was also wearing one of her ridiculously short plaid pink skirts, if that's what you can call it. Completing her outfit was those long school girl socks that Puck hated to admit but he loved them. He was so into that school girl look. He felt himself staring so he snapped his head away and stared straight ahead of him.
"Hey" she managed to say, although it was more of a whisper than anything. She stood there waiting for a reply, he looked up at her with his intense beautiful hazel eyes, full of thought and feeling, he gave a small smile "hey Berry". She shivered, not sure whether it was because of the light breeze or because of his low smouldering voice trembled through her. Definitely the breeze she told herself. He began removing his jacket and he held it out to her, she just looked at him perplexed "take it Berry, it's cold and as usual you're wearing pretty much nothing. Take it" and with that he jerked his arm towards her, so she took it. As she put it on she didn't realise how cold she was. His jacket was still warm from him wearing it. Her mind began to blur as all her senses were screaming at her. The smell of his musky cologne with a hint of sweat invaded her nostrils as she breathed; her body reacted with goose-bumps showing themselves all over her, she felt a little light-headed as well. At that point she was glad he couldn't see the effect he had on her.
They sat there in a comfortable silence, for how long neither of them knew. But with Rachel not one for quiet "I'm sorry" she whispered, but he just carried on looking out ahead of him. His thoughts were going crazy; she always drove him crazy – in every sense of the word. He wanted to answer but he didn't want to upset her if he lost his cool. He's never been one for crying chicks. Let alone a crying Rachel. "I know" he finally answered, they both looked at each other, loosing themselves in the opposite's eyes. She placed her hand over his on the bench and squeezed it, her hand felt as if it was on fire just by touching him. He thought he was loosing his mind, no fucking way can my hand be on fire, he then felt her squeeze it, ahhh he thought that explains it. Damn I'm such a pussy. Why is she even here? I'm glad she is but man she's driving me insane, I didn't want to have to look at her but god! She looked good; she's wearing my jacket better than I do! Why did she have to look so god damn sexy?! Snap out of it Puckerman concentrate!
He lifted the hand which she was holding, and made it so he was holding her hand, not just her hand on his, and he bought his arm up and put it around her. She shuffled closer to him, keeping a hold of his hand and she fitted perfectly under his arm. Rachel get your self together! This is PUCK the one who graced you with slushie facials everyday for a year! … But he smells sooo good, and he's so warm and sexy… god damn! I shouldn't be like this! But I am a teenage girl with raging hormones, I'd be fatally stupid if I didn't think he was sexy, I'm Rachel Berry I don't do stupid.
"Why are you here?" his whisper laced with curiosity, he looked down at her just as she looked up. Again Rachel's mind went a bit blurry as his hot breath hit her cold skin, his breath smelling like mint. "Wha… what do you mean?"
"I would have thought you'd have run into the arms of golden boy by now" he didn't mean to sound so harsh, it just came out; this is what he was afraid of.
He felt her stiffen but she made no movement to leave. Her extensive vocabulary was failing her again, "oh, err, well, umm, I have, err, clearly not gone after him" was all she could piece together. He felt bad that he had spoke to her like that, as she was being nice to him, the only person that would probably be nice to him. "So, why are you here" he motioned with his free hand circling the air around then and then pointing between them both.
"I… err… I wanted to see if you were alright" she raised her free hand to his face and gently caressed where bruises were forming "Finn punched you a lot, and it looked quite painful" she spoke gently, not bothering to hide the care that was expressed through her words.
He caught his breath when she touched him, and he felt himself leaning into her touch – what the fuck am I doing? This is Rachel fucking Berry! Grow a pair man! But is feels so good, it's nice to be cared for, eurgh! Why am I acting like I'm in some stupid chick flick? "Thanks," he grumbled out, it's all his self control would allow.
"It was unjust for how Quinn treated you," she was still running her fingers over his jaw line, "I saw you trying to give her money to help, it was very noble of you to try and take responsibility for the consequences of what occurred, you truly are a good person Noah. Most 17 year old boys would have run a mile or just ignored the fact that they got someone pregnant."
How did he get so lucky to have someone say something nice to him like that? He didn't. Simple as. When she called him Noah he felt his stomach react, he wasn't sure what it was or why, maybe he was hungry, yeah definitely hungry.
"I'm not good" he bit out "I got my best friend's girlfriend pregnant! How does that make me good?" she caught the hurt in his tone, so she sat and thought for a few minutes wondering how she could make him see that he was.
"We all have flaws," she stated, he just looked at her "but you wanted to take responsibility for your mistake. And that's a very admirable quality to have."
He was racking his brain for something to say, he couldn't insult her for her choice of words because he understood everything "wow Berry I actually understood you for once, what the hell happened to all your fancy words?"
Rachel giggled "well it seems that my comprehensive vocabulary has been failing me today" she looked up at him again her eyes wide and innocent. He felt himself smile a genuine smile, "well I'm not complaining. Anyway you said we're all flawed, you don't seem to think yourself flawed" Puck was bewildered that he was making conversation with Rachel Berry of all people! "Well Noah I am… I told Finn about you and Quinn-" she stated, before she could carry on puck interjected "yeah I know you did, you did us all a favour to be honest" he smiled at her.
"It may seem that way, but I had an ulterior motive, I told Finn so he would want me and not Quinn, and I'm actually ashamed of my actions." Puck stiffened slightly, he knew she liked him, but it hurt to hear it, for fuck sake Puckerman! Pull yourself together, this is Berry! You don't 'hurt' because of her, have you got your fucking period yet? Puck was annoyed that he was feeling this way, feeling at all in all honesty, but he didn't care, he missed Rachel, as crazy as she was and how she would normally talk and talk and talk, he just simply missed her. "Err okay then… so why aren't you with him right now?" he was confused.
"Well, err, that's, err," damn vocabulary where are you?! "Err I don't know, when you, Quinn and Finn fled from the choir room, I was just sitting there thinking," she heard him mutter 'figures' "anyway I was replaying what had happened, and I didn't think about him once!" she took note of his bewildered look "I know! I was surprised myself…" she trailed off back into her thoughts, when Puck cleared his throat nervously "who did you think of then? Your first Broadway show? Next MySpace video?" he wasn't malicious with his words, just light banter.
"Hmm well that's where it gets complicated" she spoke slowly, inhaling his scent from his jacket and she pulled his hand tighter around her, Puck did not miss this little scene and thought 'fuck, she thought about me. No she wouldn't would she? Why? Well Puckerman I don't know why but don't screw it up!' with that he motioned for her to carry on "err, well I thought of… err," she began muttering to herself 'you can do this Rachel, think of it as your staring role!' "Erm yeah staring role" shit did she just say that? She looked at Puck; he seemed amused by her ramblings "iwasthinkingofyou" she spewed out. Puck raised his eyebrow "huh?" she took in a big gulp of air "I was thinking of you" well fuck me, I wasn't actually thinking that she would admit it, do something! You're a stud! Don't just gawp at her!
"Oh, err, wow" was all he could say, but he pulled her onto his lap and hugged her, and she hugged him back. She pulled away from him, looked him in the eye, resting her forehead on his and said "Noah, I believe in you, you can make it right, and you will do the right thing by your child."
Did she just say that? They both thought, Puck's memorising hazel eyes intensely stared into hers for a moment, before either of them knew what was happening he was kissing her, and she was kissing him back. Her hands found their way to the base of his Mohawk pulling him closer, while his hands were tangling themselves in her soft hair.
Unknown to both of them they were both having the same intense feeling in their stomachs, and that they were being watched from different angles; Finn was on the field, Quinn was at the entrance to the field and Kurt, Mercedes, Artie and Tina were in the car park – all with the same mixed, confused expression, although Kurt was amused as well.
And that's where it all began. A few weeks later Puck and Rachel officially became a couple and became known by the Gleeks as 'Puckleberry', Kurt's insane idea, though neither one admitted it, they liked it. Quinn and Finn worked things out; though it was still tense they really did love each other, even after everything. Finn was furious with Puck and wouldn't even acknowledge his existence. Which pissed Puck off, but Rachel assured him that Finn would come round, eventually.
Six months later 'Puckleberry' was still going strong, Puck had been attending class a lot more, meaning his grades had gone up, thanks to Rachel. Finn was just starting to talk to him again; however, Quinn was still determined to give the baby up for adoption. Which hurt like hell for puck, but he knew that he couldn't change her mind; he and Rachel had tried everything.
That's how he ended up crying in Rachel's arms.
Quinn gave birth to a boy. She was crying, Finn was crying, Rachel was crying and Puck was just standing there not knowing what to do with himself. He didn't want to cry, because that would mean he cared. He did care. He just didn't want to cry in front of anyone. Quinn refused to hold the baby, and the doctor asked if he wanted to hold it, he wasn't sure if he should or not. Rachel whispered into his ear "Noah," she pressed a kiss to his neck "I think you should hold him, you'll kick yourself later if you don't" she pressed a loving kiss to his lips and she saw the pain in his eyes. He nodded and the doctor passed the baby over to him.
Puck didn't know how to react. He was holding his son, for the first and last time. He looked just like him, but with Quinn's nose. He felt the tears coming, so passed the baby back to the doctor. He didn't realise that Rachel had snapped a picture.
Quinn had already signed the papers; she took care of the adoption process, denying Puck any kind of involvement with it. She was afraid that he'd make her change her mind, but she was determined that she didn't want to keep it, and wasn't going to let Puck raise it, because she would see them. They didn't know who the parents would be. Quinn passed the papers to Puck and he just stared at the papers in his hands. Rachel guided him out of the room, into the hospital cafeteria. She was rubbing small circles on him back to soothe both of them. She held his hand in her free one, saying "Noah, I know you're upset, angry and confused but you need to sign them, I know it's hard but," she trailed off and just pressed a loving kiss to his lips, he kissed her back and she could feel everything he was feeling, which made the tears freefall from her eyes yet again.
"I don't know what I'd do without you Rach" he choked out thumbing the tears from her cheeks.
"I'm here for you Noah, I'm not going anywhere" still rubbing circles on his back. Puck looked her in the eyes, she saw again that intensity of pain "I know I have to sign them, I just," he trailed off and just smelled her hair while hugging her, like a lifeline.
They sat there for a while, in silence, Rachel had been humming a few songs that Puck didn't recognise, and Broadway was his first thought. He didn't know how he got so lucky with her; she had stayed with him throughout the last 6 months, put up with his foul moods and everything. How did she stay with him after all those slushie's he used to throw her way? They had had many arguments about the future, he would say "I don't deserve you, you're going places, and I'm not" to which she'd reply with "Noah, shut up you are going places too! I'm going to make sure of it! And I'm going to be by your side no matter what!" he was afraid that she wasn't going to achieve her dreams if he was in the picture, but she was so determined that she was going to get her name in lights and he was going to be with her when she did, he'd feel foolish for causing another argument about it.
He signed the papers, gave them back to Quinn with sadness in both their eyes and left with Rachel. When they got back to hers, she guided them up to her room. He laid down while she was faffing about with her laptop and he was lost in his thoughts. When she came over she had a picture in her hand, and said "Here, I took this, because I thought you would like a picture" he took one look and pulled her into an embrace and he let the tears fall freely.
He managed to control himself for a few minutes while he looked sincerely at Rachel and he smiled a pained smile and said "I love you Rach, I really do, I don't know what I'd be doing if I didn't have you" he choked out. Tears gathered on her lashes and she pressed another loving kiss to his lips "I love you too, Noah". Smiled against her kiss and hugged her tightly. His eyes wondered back to the picture in his hand, and he began crying again.
That's how he ended up crying in Rachel arms.
Rachel Puckerman had just finished the ironing when there was a knock at the door. It was her day off and she had a family day out planned, as it wasn't often that both her and her beloved had a day off together. They were going to go for a walk in Central Park because it was a perfect day for it, and they loved walking and relaxing there, it held a lot of memories for both of them, not to mention it was gorgeous in the spring.
Knock knock
She walked down the oak staircase, taking a glance into the living room and saw Abbie and Freddie playing with their toys she opened the front door.
She felt like she had just opened a door to her past. There was a young boy, about 16, wearing a Letterman jacket, he was muscular and had a well defined face, hazel eyes, and to her shock he even had a Mohawk the only thing that didn't fit was the nose. What the hell was going on? She shook her head clear when she heard the young boy saying "hello?" she took another glance, staring in disbelief.
"Hello, what can I do for you?" she asked politely, although she already knew.
Abbie came running to the door, wanting to see what was going on; she had her father's eyes and nose, but her mother's hair and other facial qualities.
"Is this the Puckerman household? Does a, err," looking at a piece of paper "Puck live here?" he asked warily.
Rachel was still in shock; all she could do was stand there and stare. Abbie was tugging impatiently at her cardigan saying "who's Puck mummy?" popping the P.
"Abbie darling I think you need to go and find daddy, tell him there is someone here to see him" was all she could muster. She motioned for the young boy to come in.
She heard Abbie squealing as her father picked her up and put her on his more defined muscular shoulder. He was cooing her as he came down the stairs, his eyes met his wife's; who never ceased to amaze him with her beauty, intelligence and the love for him and their two children, she had a panicked look in her eyes, he put Abbie down and kissed his wife on the cheek, and she looked tenderly in his eyes whispered "Noah" tenderly and squeezed his hand as his eyes followed hers to their company.
Puck's eyes widened at the sight of a young boy 16 years his junior. His mouth gaped open and he thought he was somehow looking in a mirror of his past self.
The young boy shifted uncomfortably and spoke kindly "hi, err, my name is Brad, and I'm err, your son."