Authors note: Umm.. i've been very into Puckleberry lately, so i'm going to write a oneshot, but its not Puckleberry? Its Puck, and their daughter, Alexia. Angst.
Summary: Puck was never the kind of father to accept boyfriends, he never said a thing about one night stands, but why did he flip? if he didn't flip she'd still be here.. [father-puck]
Disclaimer: I do not own glee, and am in no affiliation with Mark Salling.
Daddy.
Placid innocence. Over-the-knee socks. Virgin. A* student. At least that's what Noah Puckerman used to think about his daughter. He used to think she took after her mother. She was in every way just as beautiful, talented too. His two girls were his world. Call him a sap but that's just the way it was.
That's the way he'd bought his only daughter up to be, and that's the way he expected her to stay.
So why did it turn out to be the complete opposite?
"Daddy, i'm pregnant.."
The words replayed in his head like a bad song on repeat. The long build-up speech. The nervous fiddling. The stuttering. All leading up to those 3 damn words.
"What?"
He wished he didn't react the way he did. He should of stayed calm. But that wasn't in his nature.
He rose to his feet and walked over to his 15 year old daughter. "Repeat what you just said." He spoke in a demanding tone, approaching her, in a threatening fashion.
Why did he flip? If he didn't flip she'd still be here.
He watched as she edged away, repeating the sentence, stuttering once again. "I-i'm... pregnant.."
He felt his blood boil. But why? He should of just stayed calm.
"Who did this to you?" He stepped closer, so close that he could almost taste her perfume.
Her damn perfume.
"I.. I don't know. He.. it was.. a mistake. A drunken mistake."
Please, couldn't he just rewind back to that very moment. Just wrap his arms around his little girl. Please?
"YOU'RE DRINKING NOW TOO?!" He practically screamed, watching as she flinched. "YOU FUCKING IMMATURE SLUT!"
DAMN IT PUCK YOU'RE SO STUPID.
She got up, tears filling her eyes, and he just watched as she walked out of the door, without another word. He just watched as she walked out of his life, without another word.
3 years has passed. 3 fucking years. She's 18 now, wherever she is. Her room remained the same. Whenever anyone asked, it was just him and his daughter that lived at home. He still lies awake at night, hoping she's okay. Hoping she's warm. Hoping she's alive. He still lies awake at night, smelling her perfume.
Authors note: Wow, that was short! I kinda enjoyed it, though.