This is my first Glee fic, so please let me know what you think. :)
A/N: Unfortunately, I don't own them. Otherwise, Puck and Rachel would be together in the show always.
A/N 2: Puck may seem a little OOC in this, but I felt that when it has to do with his daughter, he'd be pretty emotional.
After Babygate had broken wide open, she hadn't come for him. She passed him once in the hallway as he was on his way to speak to Quinn, but they hadn't spoken. They had not talked either as weeks passed after Sectionals. She would see him around the school every once in a while, always looking very sad, but they didn't interact. So when he showed up at her door almost a month and a half after everything had happened, she was more that a little surprised.
"Noah? What's wrong?" He didn't say anything, simply standing there on her porch with his hands in his pockets. "Noah, is something wrong?" She asked again, shivering a bit in the cold night air. When still he said nothing, she grabbed his arm and pulled him inside. She sat him on the couch and then sat beside him. "It's okay, Noah. No one else is here – my dads are out of town this weekend for business. It's just you and me."
That seemed to help, because all of a sudden he was leaning forward, his head in his hands, silently crying. This alarmed her more than his silence. She moved loser, enveloping him in a hug. "Shhh…" she soothed. "It's okay…it will all be okay."
"No it won't!" He said after a minute, straightening up and moving away from her a bit. "For once, Berry, you're wrong. Quinn –" he stopped as tears sprung from his eyes again. "Q-Quinn has decided to go through an adoption agency. And as much as I want to be a part of my daughter's life – because I'm not a deadbeat – I know that this is the right thing to do. Sure, Quinn and I could be good parents, but not great parents. Hell, I'm still a kid myself and raising one…I want to take responsibility for her but –"
"You are, Noah." She said quietly. "You are going to do right by your child by being responsible enough to let her go. You've recognized that you're not ready to be a parent yet, and you are dealing with that in the best possible way – by giving her to someone who can give her all those things she needs. It may not seem like it now, but in time you'll see that."
"It's just…I…I should be there for her. She's going to think I don't love her." He stated quietly.
"That's not true. She won't think that. If she finds out she was adopted, she may feel that way for a short while, but she'll know the reasons why you gave her up. She'll know that it was out of love. Trust me, Noah."
He nodded, but didn't say anything. After a few moments of silence reigning, she spoke once more. "You could consider an open adoption. Then you could see her grow up."
He shook his head violently. "No. I don't want to watch someone else raise her, knowing it could have been me. I'd rather not know her at all than only be in the outskirts of her life. I'd –"
"Be so close and yet never actually have what you want," she finished for him. "I understand."
He quietly started crying again. "It just seems so unfair, you know?"
"I know," she whispered, before pulling him close again so that he was lying down on the couch with his head on her lap. Gently, she ran her fingers over his scalp, trying to help him relax. "You can stay here as long as you need tonight, Noah. I'm here for you." He nodded, and there she sat, holding the broken boy all night.
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Charlotte