Les Delys D'Elizabeth

by psykogleek

Growing up is hard and complicated, whatever you are in Lima or Morgansville. Each on his side, Noah Puckerman and Kurt Hummel are led to realize it until a meeting turns their life upside down.

1. Chapter 1

Title : Les Delys D'Elizabeth

Author: Crazysnape/psykogleek

Beta readers thanks to ThisKlaineStory

Disclaimers: I own nothing but words

AN: Hello, the story you are about to read has been with me for a long time now. It's not finished yet, but several chapters are already written,

therefore, I should be able to publish regularly (probably twice a month).

Help: My problem: the beginning has been corrected, but that's it. English isn't my first language so if you are interested by some beta reading

(by some I mean a lot since the story is quite long), do not hesitate to tell me.

Chapter 1

October 2009 Morganville, New Jersey

"I wanna be a part of the glee club."

Brittany's words silenced them. Puck turned his head in her direction and he rose his left eyebrow, taken aback. From the corner of the eyes, he noticed Quinn and Sebastian were doing the same.

"What did you say Brit?" gently asked Quinn.

"I wanna be a part of the glee club."

Puck exchanged a glance with the two others, wondering how to give her the answer which was just a big fat NO. Glee club was for losers, they were not the bosses of the school, but if they joined that club any kind of cool reputation they may have, would be gone for good. The problem was: that they had to explain it to Brittany. She was sweet, the sweetest girl he knew, and even if she... turned around a lot with guys, she was still very innocent.

Fortunately, and as often, Quinn took the matter in hand.

"Okay, and why?"

"Because I want some glee in my life. I think everybody should have some! It's important."

She must have understood something wrong.

"Brit, what is the glee club?"

She giggled, "Puck, Dolphin, you are funny. Glee is joy, happiness, pleasure, delight, do you need another synonym?"

Okay, she clearly misunderstood the meaning of the glee club. He opened his mouth to explain it to her, but sadly Sebastian beat him to it.

"Okay dizzy Barbie, that's not what Glee club is about. Glee club is just a group of idiots who sing and dance to stupid songs like ABBA or shit like that.".

If he had hoped to dissuade her, he had chosen the wrong way. Indeed, as soon as the word 'dance' left his mouth, Puck saw Brit's eyes brighten.

"Dancing? It's even better than I thought! Let's do it now!" and she turned around, but not before gripping Quinn and Puck's hand on the way.

And, Puck just knew it was too late. Brit might be the sweetest girl he knew, but she also was one of the most stubborn, which meant they were about to become members of a club none of them wanted to be.

As strange as it might be, Brit's idea wasn't so bad in the end.

Yes, people had made fun of them ever since they had known. Yes, Puck had to fight more often to support his old friends and even some of the newer he made in Glee Club _ Joe, Amber and Unique. He would have called them all "freaks", before he's got to know them, but he must admitted they were kind of cool on their own way.

He wasn't a fan of the dancing part like Brit, Quinn or even Seb, but he enjoyed singing, while not as much as Unique, Kitty or Seb (for someone who didn't want to join in, the boy was kind of hardcore when he fought for a solo).

For him, the best part of glee club was playing music, creating melodies even if he didn't play them outside of his room, yet.

The fact was that thanks to those extra-curricular lessons, he took back his guitar, his harmonica and his violin. Things he gave up when his father abandoned them, and for him it was marvellous. They had good times at Glee club, and it wasn't something they all had outside.

Quinn's family and life used to be perfect, but ever since her mother came across her husband's mistress, her world crashed around her. There were screams, fights, threats, Puck wouldn't stake your life on it, but from the way his friend closed off he wondered if there were not some punches too.

Seb had everything a guy could dream about, financially speaking at least, but Puck never met anyone so alone. His parents bought a house in that shitty town of Morganville; they paid a maid to take care all the biological needs of their son and let him here to rot like some rubbish. Sebastian wasn't someone who opened easily to people, even to him while they were best friends, or what looked the most like a family to him.

Brit was the most jammy of the lot. She had a nice household, loving parents who loved her, her life was innocent, pure, pretty. She didn't see the evil anywhere, even if it happened to her.

Puck could never forget the day she revealed her first time. The way she said it was so heartbreaking "I lost my virginity at Cheer-leading camp this week-end. Some boy just climbed into my tent. It was an alien invasion."

Silence met her words. Then, they all took turns to push her to develop what had happened, but she was so focused on the alien's part that they get nothing important.

From the few things they managed to catch, it looked like rape. She was lucky because as she said "the alien's wee-wee" had a plastic coat. He thought hard about it, trying to decide if he should do about it; but he was unable to cut short.

So he went to see Quinn to discuss Brit's revelations before opting to not doing anything. Every time they tried to talk to her, she started to ramble on the baby she might already have inside of her would be.

"Puck do you think he will be green or purple? Will he have three eyes or rather eight arms? What will my parents do? "

She didn't seem traumatized for a bit, just obsessed with aliens. And kind of glad that she met an alien, maybe a metamorphophage like Tonk in Harry Potter. And two months later, she announced them sadly she didn't have any alien's baby in her tummy.

And there was him, Noah Puckerman, even if nowadays people knew him as Puck, because it was more badass than Noah. But never mind. He wasn't as lucky as Brit on the family front, but it remained better than Seb and Quinn.

He lived with his mum and his little sister, Sarah. They were not as wealthy as Sebastian's family, but his mum was working hard and they never lacked for anything. Since his dad left _ when he was nearly eleven and Sarah barely more than one _ there was no fighting at home anymore. At least none violent one, because from time to time he had words with his mum. But, it didn't happen very frequently, probably because his mum worked a lot and wasn't often at home at the same time as him except for dinner.

Sebastian and Quinn regularly stayed for supper. The first one was looking for the family atmosphere he hardly ever had at home, and the second for the joyful and peaceful atmosphere.

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A rainy afternoon in November, whereas Puck was enjoying some time alone at home, he took advantage of that unusual fact to work on a melody he started a few days ago. He was playing guitar searching for the missing notes when the door bell rang.

He glanced at the time and swore in silence: the afternoon was already well under way, but he still has two hours before Sarah was due to arrive. Well, enough to finish his song, if the intruder left him alone. So he froze, making the less sound possible, but whoever was at the door seemed not too keen on leaving.

It appeared that whether he liked it or not he would have to answer that fucking door. Snorting, he put the guitar on the side of the bed and he stood up. He walked as slowly as he could, hoping against all odds that the fuss pot would be gone before he opened the door.

The intruder, wasn't as he imagined a salesman. It was his friend and she looked in bad shape.

"Quinn? Do you feel good?"

She didn't answer only swinging a brown paper bag in front his eyes. "Noah? Let me come in with you. I have a little surprise for you-ou!"

Something wasn't right in her voice, in the way she expressed herself; and she called him Noah, something she hadn't done since grade nine when he decided to change his name. Without saying a word he pushed the door open and she passed through it with an unsteady gait. Holding herself on the wall, she immediately headed for his bedroom and disappeared before he got the chance to close the entrance. When he came into the bedroom, he found her slouched on his pillow hugging her bag.

He attempted a second time "Quinn? Tell me, Do you feel good? Are you hurt?" Like in his first attempt, his questions remained unanswered, instead she emptied her bag on the bed, revealing a bottle of Jack Daniel and a pack of wine cooler.

"I don't wanna talk about it. "On that she uncapped two bottles and threw him one before drinking half of hers. Contrary to the common beliefs, Puck wasn't a heavy drinker. Actually, he couldn't hold his alcohol, he was a real featherweight. While growing up, he saw the consequences of alcohol on his father and he never felt inclined toward it more than it was sociable acceptable.

At parties, while his mates would drink themselves silly, he held on the same glass for hours, swallowing it bit by bit and playing to appear drunker than he was.

All that meant that tonight, being one-to one with Quinn, he found himself in the incapacity to pretending. Then, he drank the cool wine silently, waiting for his friend to explain the reason of her presence when, if he remembered correctly, she was supposed to be on a double-date with Billy, Brittany and Clark.

The time flew, and soon Quinn gave him another bottle. He started to wiggle embarrassed, curious and worried. When she started her third bottle, still without a word, and he decided to give another try to the interrogation."Is it your father?"

She finally put her bottle away, on his night stand, closed her lids and sighed. "Why can't I ever be enough?"

"Quinn?"

" Why is there no-one to love me for who I am?"

"What the fuck are you talking about? I love you Quinn, you're my best friend. And, you know that Brit and Seb love you too; and mum. She always says that you are like her daughter. As for Sarah... Don't you know how much she is talking about you? All the time, all the fucking time, and it's: " Noah? Do you know when Quinn is coming? I hope that some day my hair will be as pretty as Quinn's." And as I told you, it's almost every day like that! "

He took a break, asking himself if he should talk about her parents or Billy her actual boyfriend, as he wasn't sure which one of them light the powder kegs... Fortunately, or unfortunately, it depended on how you interpret things, she moved before he's got the chance to resolve his dilemma. She sat back and fixed him with her sad Bambi's eyes and asked "Hug me? "

He didn't even think about it, just opened his arms ready to receive her. She slide between them with a happy sigh. They knew each other for a while now, nearly five years, so it wasn't the first time they cuddled one another, but that time something felt different. Puck would be unable to say where the difference lay. It might be the way she felt in his arms, the way she pressed herself against him, or her reaction at that hug.

Suddenly, he knew: Quinn was the difference. He barely had the time to think it might be induced by all the alcohol she consumed when he felt it. She was petting his chest in a non-friendly way, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder, and there was her warm breath on his neck. It was flavoured with alcohol.

His mind was rushing while his body remained motionless. Feeling her lips frozen him even more. It was airy, butterfly like. It should feel agreeable and pleasurable; but he didn't like where that was leading. It was such a bad idea.

He had to do something.

"Quinn? What are you doing?"

He hoped that his question would help her to get over whatever she was trying to do.

"I'm kissing you. You said that you loved me... Was it just a lie?" Damn, why was her voice so quavering, he didn't want to look into her eyes because he knew, he just knew that if he did, he would do whatever she wanted, despite the bad feeling he'd got.

"You know I do... But do we love each other that way? I..." She cut him off before he could finish expressing his thoughts.

"You don't want to kiss me, do you? Billy didn't want to neither. Am I really that ugly? He said I put on some weight! You see, I was right after all... I am not enough " she started to move away and he saw them : her eyes full of tears, her sulking pout and worse the distress falling on her whole being.

He didn't love her that way, but he couldn't let her in such a state of mind, so he would do what she wanted, he would give her the warmth she was yearning for.

He grasped her elbow with his hand and pulled it until she fell back on him. His motor coordination wasn't at his best; but he dared hope it would be enough. He held her tight, and reciprocated her earlier action, brushing his lips on her neck, kissing it as gently as possible. That was exactly what she needed and the soft groan confirmed he was on the right track. He stopped thinking and just acted. Kissing her face, rubbing his hand on her trying to keep it as PG-13 as possible. He wanted to make her feel good, but he wasn't sure to know up to what point he wanted to go.

The last few times he attempted to have a sexual intercourse with a girl didn't end up very well on his part. He reached to the conclusion that something was missing even he didn't understand what. It might be like in the Barbara Cartland's novels he stole his mum : he didn't have feelings for any of those girls. Quinn might be different because he was honest with her, he did love her, maybe not in a romantic way, but he loved her anyway so it was still an improvement.

He kept on kissing her, on treasuring her face, flicking his mouth on hers. He tried to put all the love he felt for her in his actions, but the friendly part of it prevented him to feel or urging for more.

It was awkward, however, he quickly noticed the effects weren't the same in Quinn. Without warning, she turned around and sat on him, pushing her pelvis against him, rubbing herself on Puck. He felt his penis starting to grow and he urged it on the inside to stop cause it wasn't wise!

But whatever his brain tried to say the information didn't reach his penis. The sensation in his stomach was disturbing. His head was telling him to stop, but his body was half-numb and half-excited.

He felt Quinn's hands snaking under his T-shirt, touching his chest and playing with his nipples. She couldn't have known it, but he adored it, that was one of his favorite things.

He could come just by playing with them. And having her here, warm and soft. It nearly broke him. As if they had their own free will, his hands started to reciprocate, and soon they were both laid on his bed, shirtless and kissing. They rolled rubbing one on the other on places they would have never imagined to touch.

Soon, they were completely naked and the voice in his head, which kept on trying to make him stop could barely be heard now completely deafened by his senses. His world only had two things in it: Quinn's sighs and his pending climax.

It was only a few hours later, when Quinn had gone home, when he was alone in a bed that smelt like her that he heard what his brain had tried to tell him for hours, that he realized all the possible consequences of their act.

He just had sex with his best friend. As he told her: he loved her, but that had never been that way! He crossed his fingers, begging in silence all the deities he could that the activity of the afternoon wouldn't hurt their relationship which was so important to him.

They talked, and the discussion they had afterwards inflamed itself, it was hard to get Quinn to see his point of view, but she got it. Even if their relation was a bit tedious and strange for a few days, they managed to get it back on track. To him, they even came out of it a lot stronger: after having seen each other naked _ in all senses of the word - they couldn't be anything but honest to each other.

At least they were most of the time. Puck knew there was a little something, a doubt inside of him he didn't feel ready to be open with her. He might talk about it with Sebastian, but not with her, not for the moment. She couldn't be the helping ears he needed.

Two thousand and nine was reaching his end and Puck was getting ready for Bree-the-Stone-Cold-Bitcha New year's party.,He still had a few hours before he was supposed to meet his friends, but he needed to warm up: he wasn't very motivated by their plan.

To be honest, he didn't like that Bree girl. Brit and Quinn neither, but Sebastian found her persiflage very funny. Puck was pretty sure the only reason Seb liked her, was her constant flirting.

The guy was as gay as he could, proud of being as slutty as possible in a small town like the one they were living, but he loved the idea of that crazy chick trying to get him to have sex with her. How did he manage to convince them to come? Puck still have no fucking clue, but that didn't really matter anymore since the night had been already set in motion.

He was taking his clothes out of his closet when someone knocked at his door.

"Come in! " He yelled without turning around "What do you need, Sarah-bee? " But, his sister didn't answer, another voice did.

"Noah? We need to have a talk, urgently. "

Quinn.

Puck frowned, something twisted inside of him. He had a freaking feeling of déjà-vu. The last time Quinn called him that, the last time she came to see him being that disturbed didn't end well for neither of them. He was afraid to listen to her. Seeing as he had no other choice, he nodded and invited her to come in. She sat on his bed very straight while he took the chair by the desk.

"I am pregnant, Noah... I really don't know what to do... You have to help me, please."

As soon as he heard her words his head started to spin. Pregnant, she was pregnant! Was he going to be a father, they were careful that one time...

"Is it... Is it mine?" He hated himself for asking her such a thing , but she had sex with him a bit more than two months ago. Yes, it was her first time, however she only broke up with that jerk of Billy two weeks later she could have done things with him. She didn't answer and when Puck looked at her, she was paler than ghost, and her huge green eyes were full tears.

"Quinn... Whatever happens, you aren't alone, I'll be there as a father or just as a friend. Just... I need to know.. Please."

Quinn blinked and the tears fell and she shrugged. "I honestly don't know for sure. I hope so... but... I don't want it to be his. I've only done it once with you... And with him too.. We have been careful all the time... I don't understand… oh my god Noah what are my parents going to say? They will hate me for this... You know they will!"

She was slowly getting hysterical, so he jumped to his feet and he took her into his arms.

"Hush, don't worry, whatever happen, I'll be there. Do you know what you want to do? It's still early you can..."

"I don't want to have an abortion. I can't bear the idea of killing that baby. I don't know if I want to keep it or not, but no, no abortion... "

Puck didn't release her, on the contrary, he squeezed her even more "Okay, we will find a solution, the perfect solution for you. And, I promise everything is gonna be alright."

He could only hope to be right.

I hope you've appreciated the first part. The next chapter should be here around the 10 of September, and remember If you are up for some corrections...;)