Happily Ever After

By: RavenHeart101

Disclaimer: I wish I could claim ownership for ANY of this. Sadly, I cannot. I know... it's a very sad day.

Summary: Noah Puckerman is a twenty six year old police detective and lives a relatively normal life with his partner in New York City. Until the daughter that he hasn't seen since she was born shows up and tells him a story of how he's the only one who can stop a fairytale curse from continuing. It doesn't help that things start happening in the small town the moment Noah brings Beth back home.

A: N – I blame "Once Upon a Time" and the Glee hiatus and... yeah. I blame that. Enjoy this new, lovely, Puck/Blaine story y'all!

Noah liked his job well enough. He was paid well and he lived a decent life. His apartment was as upscale as a police officer could afford in New York City and he had two wonderful partners – one on the force and the other at home. Not that Noah had ever believed that Tigess even compared to his at-home-partner but he was as good as Noah could bring himself to expect from a New York City police department. He was loyal – if a bit lazy – and he knew how to do his job. He got along well with Blaine and the fact that Noah had been faithfully with another man for almost three years now didn't noticeably bother him. Not that it bothered as many people as expected but it was still nice that Tigess sometimes asked about him.

Therefore, it was safe to say that Noah lived a pretty good life.

A pretty normal life.

Except that he couldn't help thinking that there was something else that he was missing.

Noah sighed and threw his coat over his shoulder, yelling out his goodbyes as he left the office and stepped into the crisp night air of New York City. He heaved a deep breath and fished his phone out of his pocket, his lips turning up a bit at the picture that covered his screen.

He ran his thumb over the faces staring up at him – Blaine and his niece from their Christmas party – before checking the time and shoving the phone back into his pocket. 12:10. Passed midnight then.

Noah climbed into his car, starting it up with steady hands and starting off in the direction of the apartment he had been sharing with Blaine for over two years now.

Wow... two years... who would have thought...

His face nearly fell to pieces when he pulled up and saw the lights out in the window that was clearly their apartment. Of course Blaine would be sleeping. It wasn't that unusual. Noah worked long hours and Blaine... well Blaine worked a sort of opposite schedule of Noah. They rarely had time together. And, yes, that was aggravating but Noah wasn't about to lose something – someone – as good as Blaine simply because of the hours they worked. They had worked too hard for what they had to let it fall apart over something like that.

"Hey Rick." He greeted their landlord as he let himself into the apartment complex. Rick was sprawled out on the couch him and his wife had placed in the entrance room a long ago. His long legs were propped up on the arm rest, his arm slung across his eyes. Fifty eight years old, ex-football player turned property owner, and a man constantly at odds with his strong willed wife. Rick was probably the best damn landlord Noah had ever had.

"Catch all those bad guys Puck?" Rick perked up from his seat, his eyes wild in wonder.

Noah hissed in a laugh, smiling at the older man and tossing a stack of papers at Rick's chest. "Football news for you, Rick." He winked at the his landlord, chuckling as he climbed up the stairs.

"That boy of yours Puck. He's out to get me, I swear." Rick called after him, shuffling into a seated position and running a hand through his graying hair.

"Why do you say that?" Noah commented dryly, hand stilled over the doorknob and an eyebrow raised.

Rick was full of conspiracy theories. "He's always talkin' to Tammy, ya know? He's all... understandin'. An' all she asks me is 'why can't ya be more like Blaine? He's such a sweet'art.' Ya tell 'im to stay away from my girl. Ya hear?" And it seemed that whenever Rick was presenting these conspiracy theories he became southern. Props to him.

Noah couldn't help the laugh that pushed passed his lips at the thought. "Believe me, Rick. You have nothing to worry about when it comes to Blaine. He's as gay as they come."

"Yeah but it's an act, Puck. He's good at that kinda stuf-!" But Noah was done with hearing it, opening and closing the apartment door behind him, rolling his eyes at the audacity of landlord Rick and locking the door soundly with a flick of his wrist.

Noah let his eyes flutter shut, his body sagging at the feeling that he was home. He heaved in a deep breath, a smile curling at the corner of his lips before his eyes flew open and he took in the darkened edges of their apartment. The table in the corner with all of Blaine's musical scores lit up and in a nice and neat order. Their couch with a blanket thrown over the back. The television not too big but not too small tilted slightly to the right and their bookcase filled to the brim with music and law and fantasy and mystery and a general overload of books. Their DVD case much in the same situation, doubles of movies often showing up since they hadn't really felt the need to sort out which ones the other had when they moved in together.

It wasn't the perfect place. But it was home.

Noah resisted the urge to collapse on the couch and, instead, waltzed towards their bedroom, leaning against the door frame and frowning in confusion. Blaine blinked over at him from his kneeling position in front of their dresser, his curly hair a mess and his glasses perched over the tip of his nose.

"You're home early." Blaine stated with a small tinge of wonder. "Did everything go okay?" Wonder was quickly replaced with worry. Blaine worried too much. Noah smiled gently at him, opening his arms when Blaine walked over to him, placing both his smaller limbs around Noah's waist and hugging him tightly.

"Tige said he'd take the paper work." Noah leaned down for a small kiss before the two of them settled back into their embrace. "Why are you still up?"

"Job search was a bust." Blaine let out a long suffering sigh, pulling away from Noah and falling back onto their bed. "So I decided to do some writing."

Noah shrugged off his shirt and kicked off his shoes, pouncing on top of where Blaine was settled not a moment later, happily keeping himself elevated over the smaller of the two, his legs straddling Blaine's waist and hands planted on either side of his head. "You'll find somewhere."

"At this rate? I've been looking for months, Noah." Blaine wrinkled his nose at him, sighing and leaning his head back. "No one wants to hire a guy who's resume is a coffee shop and college for a music degree that's getting them no where so far."

"Anyone would be lucky to have you." Noah leaned down to kiss him, long and sensual. Slow and yet passionate, a fire beginning to pool in his belly. But he let it extinguish because it really wasn't the time for that. They pulled back from one another with a quick peck. "You already have fans."

"Yay internet." Blaine commented dryly, smiling up at Noah before kicking him over to the side. "I love you, but you smell. Go take a shower."

"I'm offended."

"You poor baby." Blaine rolled his eyes at him, trying again to push Noah off the bed and towards their bathroom but to no avail. "You seriously smell, Noah."

Noah smirked up at him, pulling him down beside him and his hands fluttering over Blaine's sides, relishing in the laugh that pulled itself from his partner's lips and he flew backwards on their bed to try and escape Noah's assault. But Noah wasn't planning on letting up, pinning Blaine's hands over his head with one hand and tickling him with the other. He laughed as Blaine squirmed, his grip not tight enough to actually hurt Blaine, yet tight enough that Blaine couldn't wrangle himself free while he was kicking out. "You love my stench."

"W-when was the l-last time you t-took a sh-showe-shower?" Blaine quipped back, heaving deep breaths whenever he could. Noah narrowed his eyes, releasing his wrists and increasing his attack, relishing in the loud laughs that were falling from Blaine's mouth and the sparkling hazel eyes that kept opening and shutting due to mirth.

"Last night. I remember you being there."

"Well y-you won't g-get a re-re-repeat- holy sh-shit st-stop!" And Noah was stopping because he would always stop whenever Blaine told him to stop. Blaine's laughs died off, his chest heaving as it tried to work in air to his lungs. "You... ass." He hit at Noah's chest lightly squirming underneath Noah's weight and barely managing to stifle a wince.

"Sorry." Noah's forehead creased in concern for a moment before he swooped down to kiss Blaine once again, rolling off his body and pulling him on top of his chest.

"How was work?" Blaine asked softly, the two of them happy to simply relax for the time being, his hazel eyes drooping as exhaustion seeped into his bones.

Noah shrugged. "We found our guy."

"Good." Blaine yawned, nuzzling into his chest. "Knew you could do it."

Noah felt his own eyes flutter shut and he let them, resting his cheek on top of Blaine's curls, and their breathing evening out in a synchronization that the two of them had mastered over the last year of their relationship.

Yes, it was safe to say that Noah Puckerman had a pretty good, normal life.

Noah woke up to a sharp knock on the apartment door at six in the morning.

Blaine was still out cold beside him, hugging a pillow under his head and mumbling something about birds and carrots. Noah ran a hand down his back, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to his cheek and taking off his glasses to place on their bedside table. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, cursing under his breath when whoever was at their door knocked sharply once more.

Who in the world would be bothering them at six in the morning on a Saturday?

He shuffled out of the bedroom, not bothering to cover a yawn as he scratched at his tanned stomach before unlocking the door and pulling it open, the chain only allowing him to move so far.

No one was there.

At least no one at his eye level.

His brown eyes dropped and he blinked down at the girl in confusion.

There was no way she was any older than ten years old, her blonde hair falling in gentle curls down her face, her brown eyes staring up at him in wonder. She was in a school uniform – one that looked eerily similar to the one Blaine had pictures of himself wearing as a child before Dalton – and she was clutching a backpack as though her life depended on it. And she was smiling. Brightly. Way too brightly at six in the morning on a Saturday.

Suddenly Noah felt like he should be wearing a shirt. At least he had gone to bed with pants on this time.

"Can I help you?" His voice was rough with sleep and he had to clear it and repeat the question in order for it to be heard.

She just smiled up at him even brighter than she had before. "You're Noah Puckerman. You're my father."

He nearly fell back in shock, his hand immediately swinging shut the door with a loud echo. His brown eyes were wide. His daughter? Noah didn't have a daughter. Well he did but he hadn't seen her since she was born and Quinn had put her up for adoption. There was no way that anything like Beth finding him could actually happen. He hadn't seen her in ten years. Stuff like this only happened in movies and cheesy Hallmark television shows. "Noh? Why's there a little girl standing outside our apartment?" Blaine's familiar voice asked cautiously from the doorway leading to their bedroom, his eyes squinting in confusion and his curly hair sticking up in almost every possibly direction.

Noah stared at him for a moment. "She says she's my daughter."

"So you slammed the door on her?" Blaine raised an eyebrow at him, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards. "Even if she's not, Noah you can't just leave a little girl in the middle of a New York apartment complex unattended."

"You have a good point." Noah admitted slowly.

"So open the door, Noah." Blaine turned back towards their bedroom. "I'm going to change and then put on some coffee."

Noah distantly heard him mutter something about how it was way too early for any family reunions and he couldn't help agreeing. But, either way, he ripped the chain from the door and threw the door open to reveal the little girl with an – was it even possible – even brighter and wider smile than she had on before. "Come in." He gestured with his hand wondering if he should run into his bedroom to grab a shirt when one came flying at him from the bedroom. Go figure his partner was a mind reader.

"I understand why it's a shock to you." She smiled up at him.

"Who are you, kid?" Noah cut to the chase. Because there was no possible chance that she was who she said she was.

"I'm Beth." Her eyes looked at him in confusion, a frown settling over her small lips. "I'm your daughter."

"I gave up my daughter ten years ago."

"And I'm ten years old." She swung her book bag onto the coffee table, sitting herself down on their couch with a wide smile. "I was adopted-"

"Do your parents even know you're here?" Noah was surprised that hadn't occurred to him sooner. Did her parents know that she was there? Chances were they probably didn't.

"Parent. I only have a mom." She shrugged as though it was the most normal thing to say, her figure full of nonchalance as she pulled open the drawstrings of her bag. "I need your help, dad."

"Okay stop right there." Noah stood opposite her, his arms crossed over his chest. "I'm not your dad."

"Yes you are." She smiled brightly at him. "And Quinn Fabray is my mom." She shrugged. "She told me all about you."

"I don't think she's lying Noah." Blaine crept into the living room, his hazel eyes wide behind his contacts, his hair styled and his clothes immaculate. How he could do that in such short of a time Noah still had yet to figure out.

And, no, Noah didn't think she was lying either. He was pretty good at telling when people were lying and she wasn't showing any of those tells. "I need your help." She stressed, pulling a large tome out of her bag and throwing it onto the table with a bang.

Blaine sent him a warning look, falling onto the couch beside her and shrugging in a manner that asked Noah what else he was supposed to do. "Why do you need Noah's help?"

She took a moment to stare at Blaine, her brown eyes widening even more – if that was possible – and a larger smile covering her face. Her hands leaped out in front of her to clap happily, her body doing a sort of victory dance, Blaine's lips upturning in a small laugh. Noah knew that look. That was the same look that Blaine got whenever he saw a puppy or kitten or any injured or cute animal. He was falling in love with this little girl and he wanted her for a pet. Or something. Damn it. Noah clamped his hand on top of Blaine's shoulder, happy when Blaine looked up at him enough to notice his subtle shake of his head. "You didn't answer my question, kid. Does your mom know you're here?"

Her face fell. "No." She spoke quietly before perking up. "But I need your help. Both of you."

"Kid I have to get you home-"

"Hear me out, please!"

"Kid-"

"Sure." Blaine smiled at her, blanching and looking over at Noah, a sheepish look on his face. "Why harm will it do?"

"Blaine-"

"There's this curse." The girl spoke frantically, tucking a piece of blonde hair behind her ear and pulling open the thick book. Which Noah could now see was a children's book titled 'Once Upon a Time'. "And you're the only one who can break it."

A: N – Not much of a first chapter but it's what I got for now. What do you think? Should I add more because I'm really not sure if this is good...

Anyone interested? Anyone? Depending on the response I will update soon.