AN: My first fic for Glee had to be Puck/Beth. They're just too adorable for words. This is shamelessly fluffy, by the way, just to warn you. But hey, if you love Puck/Beth cuteness, why not leave me a review?


I've been waiting for a girl like you

To come into my life


Puck cradled his daughter close to his heart, smiling softly. If he'd known he was smiling, he'd have wiped it off immediately and passed it off as allergies to the annoyingly bright duck sheets in Beth's cot. But the expression was unconscious, because Puck was so wrapped up in his baby girl's small fingers grabbing on to his own tanned, calloused ones.

He hummed quietly as her wide eyes flicked up to his face, then back down to concentrate on his fingers again. She had Quinn's eyes, that hazel-green colour he'd do anything for. And the fluffy tufts of hair she already had were definitely staying blonde, he was sure of it. Puck hoped Beth would grow up to have some trace of him in her – maybe she would inherit some of his badass, or he could convince her to get a mohawk when she was fourteen. No, wait, he was going to be a good dad – he'd wait until she was sixteen.

Sixteen. God, that seemed such a long way off, especially when he was still a teenager himself. He looked worriedly at his guns, wondering if he'd still have them when Beth was sixteen. Who was he kidding? Of course he would. His guns and his pool cleaning business were the only things he had going for him.

Quinn was right – much as Puck hated to admit it. He needed to get a better job, even if he knew getting Beth back was both unlikely and unfair at the moment. He didn't like what she was trying to do to Shelby. Shelby was a good person, and a good mom to Beth. The best he could have hoped for, actually.

"Pretty smoking, too," he murmured with a smirk. Beth looked at him quizzically. "Pretend you didn't hear that, Duck."

God forbid the day anyone heard about Puck's pet name for Beth.

The point was, there were other ways of getting Beth back. There had to be. Puck was torn between wanting his daughter back – not to mention Quinn finally being off his case twenty-four-seven – and not wanting to hurt Shelby. The thing was, Shelby was exactly what Beth needed right now. Puck didn't know what he wanted to do.

He laid Beth gently back in her cot once she'd nodded on his shoulder. Shelby would be home soon, and he'd be relieved of his babysitting duties. But he didn't want to leave. He liked being here with Beth. Even if she was asleep, Puck liked sitting beside her cot, watching her perfect, innocent face. Quinn was right (as always) – Beth was perfect. They'd screwed up so much, but they must have done something right along the way, because here was the proof, curled up in lemon duck blankets sucking her thumb.

He'd have a lot of things to worry about later. Custody of Beth, getting a proper job, finding a way to pay for everything, college applications, watching Beth grow up, hunting down the first guy who broke Beth's heart so he could break his face. But that all seemed so unimportant in this moment, because he wanted to concentrate on the right now.

And for now, Puck was content to just sit as his daughter slept peacefully beside him.