Glee and its characters are not mine.
So, from the description you all can tell this story is going in a direction some of you might not have guessed. Now you don't have to read "A Sorta Fairytale," as I will try to recap it throughout, but it would help to understand a little better. I've just never seen any fic about Beth and something along these lines and so I thought why not? I mean who doesn't love protective daddy Puck? Anyways, I'm really excited and I think you'll enjoy how everything has come together for them over the years, as well as what's ahead. I'll dig into the other gleeks more in the next chapter, as this one is mainly focused on our favorite little family. It's a nice and lengthy intro, so read, review, and let me know what you think! Thanks again!
"Would you leave me alone and give me five minutes? Jesus Puck, you're worse than a child!"
"Well would you hurry up and pee on the damn thing? Jesus Quinn it's a stick, not a Rubik's cube!" Quinn cursed him as she opened the box, placing one test on the sink as she opened the other.
"Oh shut up," she grumbled, far too caught up in the moment to deal with her husband, "Don't even know how the hell you know what a Rubik's cube is-"
"Tick tock princess, time's running out," Puck called through the door, Quinn groaning as she chunked the brush at it.
"You better hope it's positive because if it's not I'm kicking your ass," she screamed, Puck chuckling as her temper flared.
"Baby I love it when you talk dirty to me," he said lowly, "And if it's negative we can try again-"
"Shut up, shut up, shut up! I can't go when you're distracting me!" Quinn yelled, now hurling the bottle of hand soap towards the door.
"You haven't even done it yet? God Quinn, what are you waiting for?"
"For you to stop talking!" she answered loudly, the tissue box becoming her next victim as it landed by the door.
"Fine, fine, but you better be knocked up 'cause you're attitude is totally uncalled for!"
"Your face is uncalled for," Quinn growled, finally preparing to take the test but suddenly feeling awkward.
"Puck?"
"What?"
"Can you talk or say something?"
"Woman are you serious?" he sputtered in confusion, hitting the door while jangling the knob, "First I'm threatened for talking and now you're ordering me to?"
"Well I don't want you to hear me pee!" Quinn whined, "Its weird."
"Quinn, I've seen you naked. I watched you give birth and I know that you cry when you puke. Of all the things I've been through with you and peeing is the weirdest?"
"Behind this conversation, yes." Puck groaned as he slid down the door, bewildered by his wife but doing what she wanted to make her happy.
"You are my sunshiiiine, my only sunshiiiiine, you make me haappppppppy when skies are grey," Quinn laughed as he held out the "p" as he sung, finally taking the test while Puck waited anxiously outside the door, "So please don't taaake my sunshine awaaaaay." He heard the toilet flush and the sink turn on, pushing himself up as he shook the knob.
"Would you give me a second, I have to button my pants!"
"I'd rather you didn't," Puck grinned to himself, Quinn muttering something about castrating him as she opened the door.
"Well hey there sunshine, long time no see!" he said cheerfully as he walked into the bathroom, sitting down on the edge of the tub and smiling, "Things come out well?"
"How you convinced me to make another baby with you I'll never know," Quinn muttered as she hopped up on the sink, swinging her feet back and forth as they waited for the timer.
"Please babe, you and I both know I don't have to convince you," he smirked while wiggling his eyebrows, "And besides, we make great babies together, look at Beth!"
"Speaking of, we need to start looking at cars," Quinn said as Puck moaned, sliding down into the tub while shaking his head, "Seriously Puck, I need you to get over your Jewish need to be cheap and find her something before school starts next week."
"We don't need to get her a car right now!" he protested, "And its not being cheap, I just don't want to get her a car yet!"
"She's been able to drive for three months now and yet you still won't let her! Why? Afraid she'll drive off to meet up with Balen?"
"No-well now I am," Puck said as he clenched his fists, "I just can't believe my little girl is sixteen already, it's not right." Quinn smiled as she thought about their daughter, still able to see her with ringlets and baby dolls.
Beth had shot up right before their very eyes, the spitting image of her mama with the temper of her daddy. She was sweet and sensitive like any normal girl, only sharper and funnier thanks to her Uncle Kurt. She liked signing and dancing and had followed in Quinn's shoes to a tee, joining the glee club and, much to Quinn's chagrin, the Cheerios. Luckily though she quit freshman year, unable to bear being near those "bitches" any longer, and instead focused on performing. While her hair may have lightened and her legs grown longer she was still and would always be Puck's little girl, her dad insisting on keeping her sheltered and protected
"I know what you mean, I feel like the only thing she should be driving is a Barbie jeep," Quinn said sadly.
"Well-er-now that you mention it uh, Balen isn't coming Saturday is he?" Quinn narrowed her eyes as she glared at Puck, wondering how someone so smart could be so stupid.
"Yes Puck he's coming to Jacob's birthday, he is his son after all." Puck cursed under his breath as he sank back into the tub, Quinn giggling at his attitude.
Balen and Beth had been together forever it seemed, attached at the hip the moment Jacob and Kurt adopted him. They had been best friends in elementary school and continued on in middle, things changing through their freshman year in high school. While Balen was sweet to Beth and a good kid he was still just as cocky and arrogant as he was at seven, his charm and smirk often reminding Quinn of Puck. He was flirtatious and his good looks didn't help, always getting into some kind of trouble with either Beth over girls or Jacob and Kurt over his attitude. Balen was just another example to Quinn of how alike her and her daughter were, something that had warmed and terrified her everyday.
"She doesn't need a boyfriend, she doesn't need to be dating," Puck said as he crossed his arms over his chest, he and Beth having gone head to head numerous times over her boyfriend.
"Oh Puck stop," Quinn said as she dismissed him, "And lower your voice, they're right upstairs! Besides, we've always been able to trust Beth, you know her."
"I know her, it's that little shit I can't stand," Puck pouted, "And I don't like them being alone in her room!"
"We're right here, the door is open!"Quinn pointed out, nudging Puck's foot with her own as he griped, "And anyways, that little shit is you."
"I know! And do you remember me? I was terrible!" Puck exclaimed, "I was an awful boy who wanted awful things, and I don't want my daughter dating awful boys with their awful needs!"
"You need to get over it Puck, they love each other-"
"Oh horse shit, they're sixteen, they don't even know what love is."
"Well that's funny, because you said you loved me at sixteen. Were you lying?"
"What?" Puck laughed uncomfortably, "Wha-no! Psh, absolutely not, I'm just-you know-I'm just saying that-"
"Yet I bet if we had a son who was sixteen that you'd not only have him a car, but you'd be showing him the right way to do it in the backseat wouldn't you?" Puck continued to fumble as Quinn watched in amusement, both knowing she was right yet neither needing to say it out loud.
"I-just-shut up," Puck murmured, Quinn smiling in victory as she checked her watch.
"All I'm saying is you need to loosen the reigns on her, let her breathe a bit-"
"Fine, fine, I'll try to loosen up, but she is not wearing that bikini to the party," Puck said flatly, shaking his head again as Quinn protested.
"Puck it's a family birthday, at a pool, you wear bathing suits-"
"Not those kind you don't!" he interrupted, "I saw parts of my daughter no other male should!"
"Their called legs Puck. Jesus it's a two piece, not a g-string-"
"Its dental floss and I won't allow her to show anything below her clavicles." Quinn sighed as he turned away, ending the argument as he stuck up his hand.
"Stubborn bastard."
"Crazy bitch." They shared a smile as she chunked his toothpaste, Puck shouting as it barely missed him.
"Watch it broad, these stellar looks are how we make the money." Quinn looked at him then quickly shifted, throwing anything she could get her hands on. Puck was defenseless as he sunk into the tub, grabbing at the shower curtain for some sort of protection.
"Woman! The hell?" Quinn could only laugh as she hit him with cotton balls, Puck getting frustrated and moving quickly. She paused as he disappeared, wondering what he was doing but feeling her answer a moment later.
"Ha! Take it, take it!" he screamed as he pointed the detachable shower head at her, squirting her with cold water while she shrieked.
"Puck! Stop it! Puck!" she screamed, groping for the door as he pulled her back and drenched her with water. The two continued playing around, stopping abruptly as the buzzer sounded.
"Shit!" Puck shouted, he and Quinn slipping and sliding as they headed for the sink.
"Ok," she said as she took a deep breath, her stomach fluttering as she stared at the upside down test, "Ready?"
"Ready," Puck said as he wiped shampoo from his eye, Quinn closing hers as she picked it up and flipped it over.
"Its blue," she said sadly as her eyes snapped open and the flutters sank, waving the test in between her fingers before dropping it in the trashcan.
"Oh," Puck said awkwardly, "Well that's alright. We just get to keep having fun while trying." Quinn smiled at his forced optimism, knowing he was just as disappointed as she was.
They had only recently started trying for another child, Puck finally convincing Quinn that they were ready. It wasn't that she hadn't wanted another baby, but they had never found the right time. The two had married a year later after the Robyn fiasco (known to everyone as the Dark Ages). They'd bought a new house with the money Puck made at his new job with Burt, everything focused on the small family getting a fresh start. Between their wedding, settling in, work and Beth they'd never had a chance to try or even discuss another baby, Tina's recent delivery of her and Artie's first little girl having suddenly spurred up baby fever in Puck.
"Come on babe, now's the perfect time! Beth's older now and more independent, and everything's finally settled."
"Puck we're thirty two years old, we're not exactly in our prime."
"We're not exactly old either! I mean I don't know about you but my guys swim just fine."
"My reminder of that is just down the hall."
"Exactly, so let me give you another one!"
Needless to say she had agreed, finally coming off birth control and letting Puck, "plant his seed," as he called it.
"Yeah, it's fine," Quinn said softly as she made herself smile brightly while shaking away the thoughts, now turning to her bathroom and groaning, "But this mess surely isn't."
"Right, well…that's my cue so I'm just gonna-"
"Puck, you helped make this mess-"
"Because I was attacked like it was freakin' 'Nam-"
"And you're gonna help clean it." Puck stuck his lower lip out as he mumbled under his breath, grabbing a rag as he wiped up shaving cream.
"Crazy bitch."
"Stubborn bastard."
"Would you stop pacing around like that? Jesus Balen, you're freaking me out!"
"Well would you stop yelling at me and freaking me out? Jesus Beth, I'm scared shitless!"
"Oh shut up," Beth snapped at him, far too petrified to put up with her boyfriend's whining, "You're not the only one who's scared."
"No, but I'm the only one of us receiving an axe to his dick if you're pregnant," he shot back, groaning as he continued making circles in her bathroom, "I mean what's taking so damn long? Jesus how long does that thing need to turn pink or blue?"
"It's not a mood ring Balen, I can't make it just pop out an answer!"
"Well we kinda need to know if you're popping out a baby!"
"I really hope this is negative, because I'd hate to give birth in prison for choking the life out of you."
"This is no time for your come ons Beth."
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" she growled, turning away from him as he paced again, "You look like an addict looking for a fix, would you sit down and stop moving!"
"I can't Beth, I can't just chill out about this!"
"I don't want you to chill, I want you to lower your voice and get it together, focus!" Balen snarled as he plopped down on her tub, resting his head in his hands and tapping his feet. Beth tried to put her mind on something else, anything to help her escape from the bathroom and her boyfriend. She began to hum as she closed her eyes, trying to breath slowly and slow down her heart beat. She thought about school starting soon and seeing her friends, but the thought quickly shifted to what would happen if she was pregnant and they found out. She then tried to think about the new car she had shown her mom and dad and how she hoped she'd get it soon, but even that thought led back to needing a four door mom mobile for the infant she might or might not have in her womb.
"Talk to me," she said suddenly, looking at Balen and patting his knee, "Talk to me or sing to me or something." He looked at her confused, Beth knowing that look and cutting him off.
"No I'm not being a completely ridiculous person, I just need you to take my mind off this so just say something, anything."
"One minute you're telling me to shut up and now you want me to talk, Jesus you're one complicated woman," he murmured, racking his brain for something to say before finally opening his mouth.
"What's worse than five dead babies in a trash can?" Beth stared at him as if he was insane, wondering if he was trying to be insensitive or just that stupid.
"How you convinced me to have sex with you I'll never know," she said calmly, turning away disgusted and checking her clock.
"Please babe-"
"This is no time for your so called charm," Beth interrupted, Balen wounded by her comment and resorting to pouting in the tub. She continued to rack her mind with anything, trying hard to ignore the fact that her life depended on the color of one stupid plastic stick. She knew she had screwed up and that if she was pregnant she was done.
She had grown up with the epitome of perfect parents, her mom attentive and understanding while her dad was fun and protective. Both had spoiled her rotten with any and everything she had ever wanted, and she had always been loved and supported by them no matter what trouble she had caused. Her family extended besides just her mom and dad, Beth lucky enough to have a mess of uncles and aunts who did nothing but dote on her left and right.
It was these people that kept floating around in her mind as she waited for the time, all of these people Beth knew that she would let down. She had been told the story of her conception when she was in middle school, having calculated her age and her mom's after her friends pointed out how pretty and young Quinn was. She had asked her dad first, who choked on his sandwich and turned a nasty shade of pink, croaking out something about an emergency and leaving it up to Quinn. She had then learned about being an "unexpected miracle" and that if it wasn't for her, her mom wouldn't be who she was today. At first Beth had bought it, but as she got older she had realized how much her parents had struggled. She had always admired and respected them for not taking the easy way out, and had since gone above and beyond to show she was thankful and make them proud. Well, until Balen.
He had been her childhood best friend and constant companion, the two doing everything together from catching frogs and cooties to kissing for the first time as a dare on the playground. Balen was funny and charming, a little bit of a jerk, but sweet to her. He played sports and was a typical guy, right down to his constant obsession to wink at every girl at school. While he had little flaws here and there Beth loved him, despite her dad's glares every time he came to visit. It was because of that love that Beth was in the position she was, remembering back to their first, and only, time.
"Come on babe, now's the perfect time! My dad's are gone and everything!"
"Balen I don't know, I mean it's a big deal-"
"Yeah but we love each other, this is what people in love do!"
"I know, but my parents-"
"Won't find out! Besides we're teenagers, it's like, in our blood or something."
"Balen-"
"Beth come on, I want it to be with you. There's nobody else but you."
Needless to say she had finally agreed, letting her defenses down and giving in. While she didn't regret it and was happy it had been with someone she'd known her whole life, she would have given anything in the world to trade places with her former virginal self.
Beth's mind continued to spin as they waited, those few minutes seeming to drag on for eternity. She kept seeing her mom's face with tears and her dad's with anger, knowing how much of a disappointment she would be when they found out. She shook her head as she adjusted on the seat, trying not to think about the what if and focus on the now. There was a chance she was just late, maybe, kind of, and Beth decided she should take things one step at a time.
"This is ridiculous," Balen mumbled as he broke her thoughts, Beth brought back to reality as he spoke.
"Just another minute and-"
"Screw it," Balen said as he bolted up from the tub and walked to the sink, picking up the test and looking at it.
"Balen wait!" Beth said as she stood, jerking it back and checking the time, "We have to wait-"
"What does pink mean?" he asked frantically as if he didn't know, looking at Beth with wide eyes and praying she'd lie, "Beth, what does pink mean?" She flipped the test over in her hand to see the bright bold pink lines flashing up like a warning sign, Beth's eyes welling as she slumped onto the floor. Tears streamed down her face as Balen joined her on the tile, both kids speechless as realization set in. Her mom might not have been pregnant, but little Bethany Puckerman certainly was.