Fireworks

A/N: Hey guys! So, I was dissatisfied with my previous Puckleberry story, so I deleted it. I'm going to slowly update my Finchel story, and I just adopted a story from 1613, so I'll be working on that and Puckleberry most of the time.

Summary: "Noah?" "Rach?" The two stared at eachother as their children stared at each other. "My momma knows your daddy?" "I guess."

A/N 2: I don't own Glee. I only own Rita Berry, Caroline Puckerman, and Boomer, the bulldog puppy.

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"Come on, momma! I told my friends I'd be at the park by now!" Rita shouted, stomping her foot. Rachel emerged from her bedroom, pulling her red peacoat over her tiny frame. "I'm right here. And don't raise your voice, Rita, or we won't go at all." The six-year-old sighed and apologized quietly. "Thank you, Rita. Now go put Boomer on his leash and we can go."

Rita scampered off to find the puppy's leash and Rachel leaned up against her bedroom door. She had always wanted to be a mother, but sometimes it could be a real challenge. She had hoped that Finn would stick around after the birth, but once again, he had been taken from her by the infamous Quinn Fabray. They ran off to the Ohio State, and hadn't heard from either since. She had stayed behind in Lima, taking over the house when her fathers, Hiram and Leroy, decided that they would move their practice to Florida.

She had lost almost all contact with her friends from New Directions, having graduated almost ten years ago. She kept in touch with Kurt, who had his own fashion label called Lady Fabulous, which he ran with his husband, Blaine. Brittany and Mike stuck around, taking over the local dance studio. Mercedes' singing career had soared, and she was off on her second world tour. She hadn't heard from Artie or Tina, but word had it that they ran (well, Artie pretty much wheeled) a cross-country race before settling down in Maine with Tina's relatives. Santana had changed completely when she and Sam began a relationship, eventually getting married and starting a family of their own. Puck however, Rachel hadn't heard from. She heard second-hand that he had moved out-of-state, and Santana confirmed that he in fact, still lived in Ohio.

"Momma, me and Boomer are ready to go!" Rita said, smiling. Rachel laughed lightly. "Boomer and I, sweetie." She corrected, grabbing her cell phone and keys. They two began to walk down the street towards the park, Boomer traipsing lazily along. "Momma, Boomer doesn't like walking, and I don't like walking. Why are we walking?" She asked, looking up at her mother.

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Noah Puckerman watched as his six-year-old daughter, Caroline, ran around the playground with her friends. He had loved being a parent, but it was hard being a single dad with a daughter. Thank God for mom and Sarah. He thought. He sat on the bench with his notebook, working on some lyrics that had been eating away at him. He looked up as his daughter ran over with a small brunette. God, she reminds me of-"

He was cut out of his thoughts as Caroline tugged on her father's arms. "Daddy? This is my friend, Rita! She's in my class with me." Puck smiled down at the small girl and waved. "Well, hello Rita! It's nice to meet you!" He said kindly, looking at his daughter. "She doesn't have a daddy. Just like I don't have a mommy." She said, linking arms with her. Rita's brown eyes lit up. "I got an idea, Caroline!" She giggled and whispered it into her ear before running off. Puck raised an eyebrow at his daughter. "Care?" he asked, staring her down. She stared back, her lip jutted out in a pout and her hands on her hips. "Daddy?" she said right back.

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"Momma, Momma!" Rita shouted, crossing the park to where her mother sat, working with one of her ballet students. "Good, Chandler. I wanna see more of that." The brunette Latina ran off to her parents and Rachel turned to her daughter. "What, Rita?" She asked cheerfully. Rita tugged on her mother's arm. "Come on! I want you to meet my friend!" She giggled and ran off, Rachel not far behind.

"Care Bear, I told you a thousand times, I don't think I'm ready for you to find me a date. I'm still upset that mommy left." He explained. Caroline stomped her foot. "Daddy! My mother, I will not call her my mom, ran off with Uncle Finn right after I was born." The seven-year-old frowned and saw her friend running over. "Here's my friend's mom, daddy!" She pointed to the petite brunette running behind Rita. Puck stood up, his mouth slightly agape.

Rachel stopped short when she saw who her daughter's friend's father was.

"Noah?"

"Rach?"

The two stared eachother down as their children looked at each other.

"My momma knows your daddy?"

"I guess."

A/N: So, as of right now, this is a one-shot. I'm not putting complete because I want to see if people want me to put it as a multi-chapter.