BABY DADDY BLUES
The New Directions were in the middle of enduring yet another Rachel Berry solo, when Artie Abrams squeaked in surprise. His mom was entering the music room, looking suitably intimidating in her crisp police uniform.
A tall blonde man, severe in a suit and tie, followed her inside. Artie spares a smirk when Rachel trails off awkwardly at the obvious interruption. Officer Abrams cleared her throat to gain Mr Schuester's attention.
"Oh," he said, "um, can I help you officer?"
Artie is momentarily distracted by the wide-eyed look still on Rachel's face. She probably thinks we called the cops on her, he thinks to himself. The wheelchair-bound boy's musing is interrupted by Quinn Fabray's shocked gasp.
"Daddy?"
He is brought out of his fantasy (he hadn't realized how much of the tiny diva's theatrics he had managed to memorize) by the sudden tension in the small room. Mr Fabray's only response was a grim eyebrow raised in his daughter's direction. He stared at the rest of the glee-club before nodding at Mr Schue.
"I apologize for the interruption, Mr Schuester, was it?" He continued without waiting for a confirmation. "This shouldn't take long."
Mr Fabray again turned to face the kids seated on the risers. Artie gulped nervously as Mr Fabray's eyes settled on him, feeling inexxplicably guilty; of what he wasn't quite sure. He lets out a relieved breath when Mr Fabray skips to the next person, continuing his strange examination. He thinks he sees Kurt actually cross himself, as the silent man piercing hazel eyes, so like his daughter's, rake over each of them one by one.
Finally, he addressed Quinn. "Who is it?"
The question didn't seem to surprise the now softly crying Cheerios Captain. She shook her head, unable to answer. Mr Fabray turned to Santana instead. "Tell me, right now." His voice was authorative, but not harsh.
She swallowed audibly before husking "Puckerman."
Artie watched in shock as his mom proceeded to arrest their resident bad-boy.
"Excuse me Officer," Rachel's voice broke the stunned silence of the choir room. "What is the charge, exactly?" Hands on her hips, the little brunette's indignation is clear. "I demand to know why you are placing Noah under arrest! What is he being accused of?"
"Shut it, Manhands," Santana snarled at the girl. "No one cares!"
Mr Fabray held his hand up, silently asking Officer Abrams to wait a moment. Puck is avoiding everyone's eyes, standing awkwardly with his arms bent behind his back. From the look on his face, he has a pretty good idea what the charge will be.
Mr Fabray's eyes bore into Rachel's as he begins to answer her. "The age of consent in the state of Ohio is 16, as I am sure you are aware." He is speaking slowly, enunciating each word perfectly. His gaze on Rachel is even and steady, and she is unable to look away.
"My daughter celebrated her 16th a mere ten days ago, and yet the doctor tells me she is approximately three weeks pregnant. The legal term for having sexual intercourse with a minor is 'statutory rape' I believe."
The collective gasps of ten people finally getting it barely fazes the man. "Does that answer your question, little girl?"
Not waiting for any response, Mr Fabray exits the room, walking behind Officer Abrams and the handcuffed Puck.
"Wait," Finn Hudson blurts into the shocked silence, frowning in confusion at Quinn. "I thought I was the baby's father?"
A/N: I just wanted a story where Russell Fabray was unreasonable in a different way, and the idea of him actually having Puck arrested for deflowering his pride-and-joy wouldn't leave. Didn't really know how to end it though (shrugs).