AN:- Hi all. I know I should be working on my other fic but this idea popped into my head and just refused to leave me alone until I got it all out. It may be a pile of crap as I'm pretty sleep deprived and have had a very long day at work but I guess I'll let you guys be the judge of that. This is completely different to my other stories and I'm not even totally sure where its going to go after the next chapter so am rating it M to be on the safe side. This chapter is fairly short but is just an intro to see whether there is any interest. Hope you enjoy, will look forward to hearing what you think.
P.S Some of you may not like one of Puck's actions in this first chapter but to me it seemed in keeping with the Puck we have come to know so if you have a problem with it then I apologise but it kind of just wrote itself.
As always I own none of the characters apart from Sienna that is but would be more than happy to accept ownership of Mark Salling should the opportunity ever arise.
The sound that woke him pierced his senses like a hot knife through butter. He raised his head from his desk, blinking in confusion for a moment. A piece of notebook paper sticking to his forehead for a moment before it fluttered down to the floor. Oh fuck he'd fallen asleep again!! He looked longingly at his bed briefly before standing up practically sleepwalking his way to the kitchen. Just how long had it been since he'd been able to sleep through the night with no interruptions? With a sigh he grabbed the bottle from the refrigerator, placing it in the warmer, before leaning his head against the cool hardness of the refrigerator. For what seemed like the millionth time he wondered if this was all some huge mistake.
Somehow he'd never quite realised just how hard this was going to be. It seemed every person under the sun had tried to tell him in the months leading up to his baby girls birth what a difficult situation he was letting himself in for but he'd shrugged it off so certain that he knew better than them all. He'd pretended to listen as his own mother tried to explain to him just how difficult being a teenaged parent had been on her but he had been so sure that for him it would be different. He after all was Puck, the superstar of William McKinley High School's football team, practically a virtuoso on guitar and of course a major stud amongst the ladies. There was no way that he couldn't handle a baby. This however was not what he had anticipated at all, this was harder than anything he had ever done in his life and to turn to anyone for help would mean admitting failure and that was something he just could not bring himself to do.
He was brought out of his reverie by the beeping sound coming from the timer he had set up next to the warmer. Grabbing the bottle he first tested the temperature on his wrist before moving quickly down the hallway in the direction of the wails. Sometimes he found himself wishing for an escape, racking his brain trying to come up with some miracle solution that would allow him to still be a father to his little girl but would allow him the freedom his teenaged psyche craved. He couldn't remember how it felt to get a full night's sleep, let alone actually sleep till noon like he had prior to the birth. But he had insisted on this, had taken Quinn to court to ensure his parental rights and now he was trapped.
Stepping into the nursery all of his pessimistic thoughts and feelings automatically lifted as his eyes fell on the squalling infant. Her face was red from the exertion of her cries, her tiny hands curled into fists, tufts of dark hair sticking up all over the place, a foul aroma emitting from her diaper and she was still the single most perfect thing he had ever laid eyes on.
That day almost two months ago when she had been placed into his arms for the first time, he had fallen deeply and irrevocably in love with the tiny child that looked so much like the baby pictures his mom had of him all over her house and he had vowed to do whatever it took to make sure she never went without anything. He was never going to be a deadbeat dad like his own father. That of course had been easy to say as he gazed down upon the little bundle of joy sleeping so contentedly in his arms but it was quite another thing when the reality of 3am feedings set in and when he found himself pacing the floor night after night begging and pleading with his little girl to sleep. He genuinely didn't know how much longer he could continue like this. Picking Sienna up he tried to place the bottle in her mouth but she refused to take it, her face screwing up as she continued to scream. He rocked her gently humming the first few bars of Sweet Caroline hoping against hope that the song would calm her enough so that she would accept the bottle but it didn't work.
"Come on baby girl, please just drink. I know you must be hungry, please." He begged her to no avail. At that moment something inside of him snapped, what was he doing here, he was just a kid himself and here he was trying to be a dad. He rocked her in his arms more vigorously frustration welling inside of him. He couldn't do this anymore, he didn't think he'd had more than a few hours sleep in the past three nights and it was all just too much. His shifted Sienna's weight to one arm, his free hand unconsciously clenching into a fist as he slammed it into the wall in front of him. In his arms Sienna's cries quieted for a brief moment before continuing seemingly louder than ever if that was even possible.
He was losing it; he didn't know what to do. He tried to sing to the infant in his arms but his voice cracked as tears began to build up in his eyes.
"Please Sienna, just stop. I'll give you anything in the world if you just stop crying," he pleaded with her his voice losing the soothing quality it normally had when he spoke to his little girl. This was some kind of nightmare, it had to be. If he could just wake up surely it would all stop but try as he might he just couldn't do it.
He walked out of the room; Sienna still cradled in one arm, grabbing his phone, his face involuntarily wincing at the pain in his knuckles. He mentally scrolled through the list of people he could call his mind immediately ruling out his mother who was working night shift at the local hospital and instantly discarding the mother of his child who had made it more than clear that she wanted nothing to do with either one of them the one and only time he had seen her since Sienna's birth. Another name popped into his mind but he immediately tried to quash it, he didn't want to call her, didn't want to show weakness in front of her.
Almost before he knew what he was doing he had scrolled through the list of names in his phone, stopping when he reached hers. Her name and number flashed up tauntingly on his screen and his fingers curled tightly around the phone preparing to hurl it across the room as Sienna let out yet another ear piercing shriek.
Not allowing himself any more time to think and talk himself out of it he hit the call button almost hanging up twice before a sleepy voice answered at the other end.
"Rach, its Pu... ahh Noah. I need you."