I started this fic on a whim, so I'm not too invested in it, although I do plan to continue it with a couple chapters. I don't ship Puckleberry that hard, but I think it might be growing on me. It must be the lack of St. Berry.
Reviews = faster chapters. True facts. My middle name isn't 'honest' for nothing. Well okay, its actually Rose, but you get my point.
Puck had lost Beth. That was a fact he had tried to overlook, but always found crashing back down on him with a surprising force at nighttime. No one was around, as usual, so he cried. He would deny it if you asked him about it, but he cried nonetheless. He hadn't loved anything else except Quinn, and maybe his mother and sister. But Quinn, and Beth, and him. They could have had it all.
He pictured them living in upstate New York. Quinn would be a magazine editor, as her clothes and hair were always styled to perfection. Beth would be in private school, only the best for his little girl. He himself would be doing whatever he could to support his family. Whether it be an assortment of odd jobs or playing guitar on the subway for an extra dollar. They would get by because they loved each other.
This dream wasn't a reality, however. Beth was off with Shelby; neither Quinn nor Puck had seen her since the day she was born, yet another reason he cried. Quinn had left Puck for Sam, then for Finn. She seemed happy and that was all Puck could hope for at this point. Quinn had been through a lot, and Puck would make sure that she was happy, even if that meant watching her be with his ex-best friend. It would be worth it to see her perfect smile. That smile. Reason number 397 that Puck cried.
The only good that came out of his depression however, was the unexpected friendship of a one Rachel Berry. Sure, they had always known each other and sometimes even acknowledged the other in the hallway, but they had something real this time.
Rachel, after all, had been the one to find Puck, pills in hand, on the side of the road, about to give up completely. Puck didn't know how he happened to even be on the street, but later began to appreciate it when Rachel pulled over and drove him home. She stayed with him the entire night without his family knowing. It was nothing sexual, she just lay with him on his mattress. Puck slept and Rachel soothed. That was the routine, and lately, it had been happening more and more.
It was this day, a year ago, that Beth was born. This called for an extra dose of tears tonight, and Rachel was ready, already driving over to the Puckerman's house. Puck greeted her with a hug and a peck on the cheek, tears already pooling at the bottom of his eyes, threatening to spill over.
"There, there." Rachel cooed, leading Puck over to his bed and settling down with him. Yes, she cared about Puck's happiness, but she would admit, she mostly liked getting closer with him. She'd been crushing on him from afar for a while now. She liked how he lit up during a Glee club performance. She liked how he genuinely cared for Quinn, even though he didn't like to show it. Rachel wasn't to keen on Quinn herself, but she liked to picture herself in Quinn's wedge heels. What she wouldn't do for Puck to look at her like that.
She was startled out of her thought process, however, by a wheezing Puck. She would have much rather listened to Puck talk about what he was feeling instead of huffing and puffing. She wanted to help him out as much as she could, and she didn't know if she could do that by simply petting his mohawk.