Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Glee or the characters. Neither do I lay claim to the song, Nothing Compares to U.
A/N: I'd have loved for this to have happened - set between Funk and Journey. A different ending to the season could have been possible.
Puck felt drained. Devastated. Why? What had he done that was so wrong? He'd tried to be understanding. He'd tried to be supportive. He hadn't fucked about with anyone since the whole sexting thing. Well, not properly. He'd flirted with a few girls. And made out with Mercedes. And that new cashier at the Seven/Eleven. And the girl that sold hot dogs in the park. Oh yeah, and that new cheerleader with the amazing boobs, Cindy or Mindy or whatever her name was. But it didn't mean anything. She knew that. Why did she have to go and leave? Just when they were so close to becoming parents. He thought things had been better between them since the whole theatricality stuff, since he'd sung 'Beth' to her. She always looked as though she appreciated it when he was singing. And she'd agreed that he could be present at the birth. How was he going to be able to convince her that giving up the baby was the wrong thing to do if she wasn't here with him. He turned over on his bed and hugged the body pillow that she'd forgotten to take with her. It didn't compare to her though. Nothing did. Puck sat up suddenly. "Aha! Light bulb moment. Quinn loves it when I sing to her. She can't hide it, it turns her on," he thought to himself, the hint of an old song echoing in his head.
"Mr Schue," Puck said as soon as he walked into the choir room the next day. "I have something to sing to Quinn. I know I keep asking for time to do that lately but it's really important. I don't want her living with Mercedes, I want her to come home with me, it's where she belongs. I just need to find a way to make her understand. I think I've got it with this song," he finished, running out of things to say.
Mr Schue listened to Puck's impassioned plea. He wasn't used to hearing so many words from Puck that weren't song lyrics. "Ok," Mr Schue nodded. "As soon as class starts, you go first. Give the band the music, be ready straight away, we've got a lot of work to do for Regionals," he reminded Puck.
As everyone entered the choir room they noticed Puck at the front of the class, waiting, ready to sing. Once everyone was settled Puck stood up.
"Quinn, I want you to listen to this because I really mean it," he said quietly then sat back down on the stool as the band started to play. Puck sat nervously, his heart fluttering in his chest as he waited for his cue. As he began to sing his gaze found and held Quinn's.
"It's been seven hours and fifteen days
Since you took your love away
I go out every night and sleep all day
Since you took your love away
Since you been gone I can do whatever I want
I can see whomever I choose
I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant
But nothing
I said nothing can take away these blues
'Cause nothing compares
Nothing compares to you
It's been so lonely without you here
Like a bird without a song
Nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling
Tell me baby, where did I go wrong
I could put my arms around every girl I see
But they'd only remind me of you
I went to the doctor n'guess what he told me
Guess what he told me
He said boy you better try to have fun
No matter what you do
But he's a fool
'Cause nothing compares
Nothing compares to you
All the flowers that you planted, mama
In the back yard
All died when you went away
I know that living with you baby was sometimes hard
But I'm willing to give it another try
Nothing compares
Nothing compares to you
Nothing compares
Nothing compares to you
Nothing compares
Nothing compares to you"
Puck swallowed hard as the band played out the last few bars of the song, he'd only just managed to keep it together. Quinn hadn't, tears rolled down her face. Neither of them were aware of anyone else in the room. They were the only two people on the planet. Quinn stood and walked towards him, her breath catching with every sob she tried to hold back. She stepped between his legs and put her hands on his cheeks, his hands rested gently just below her hips. Quinn leant her forehead against his, her arms sliding round the back of his neck, he could feel their baby kicking inside her against his own stomach.
"Will you come by after school to pick up my stuff?" she asked.
"Oh yeah," breathed Puck, a smile lighting up his face.
"That's good," Quinn nodded, her eyes closed. "Just don't fuck up again Puckerman, ok? And I am having bacon for breakfast. Deal with it."
"Can I kiss you now?" Puck asked.
Quinn opened her eyes leant her head to one side and smiled. "You'd better, they're all waiting for it," she answered with a half smile, she motioned with her head towards the rest of the glee club waiting with bated breath for the story to play out.
"I love you Quinn Fabray and I love our daughter," Puck whispered before taking her lips in a long, slow, gentle kiss worthy of a place in a 1940's romantic movie, his hands sliding up her back to pull her as close as her bump would allow. They broke apart when they became aware of the cheering and clapping from their friends.
"I'm pleased for you both, but can we possibly get on with today's lesson now?" Mr Schue asked, smiling at them both.
"Go for it Mr Schue, we're ready," Puck replied, leading Quinn back to the seats in the front row, happier than he'd been in the last two weeks. Everything was looking better in his world. Now he just had to convince Quinn that they could really be a family.