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Puck was now stalking Rachel. Instead of asking where she lived or looking through the phonebook for her number Puck was following her around. He felt more like the age of his mini clone then a man past 30.
"Noah!" She called out. They had been in the grocery store for five minutes and her son had already run off. "Noah where are you!"
Puck smiled. The kid was just like he was at that age, and still was in a sense. Everyone knew Puck wasn't the most mature guy to walk the planet. The kid ran past him and Puck gently grabbed him by the arm.
"What are you doing!" Noah yelled at Puck. "No one touches the guns."
"Think your Mom is looking for you," Puck said and put his arm around the boy's waist and carried him over to Rachel who was looking helplessly around her.
"I can't believe this," Rachel whispered to herself.
"I think I found what you are looking for," Puck said setting the kid down. Rachel not even bothering to look at him went straight over and hugged her son.
"You are in so much trouble," Rachel said, "I told you not to run off." Noah nodded his head and looked at his feet. Rachel kissed the top of his head. "Thank you." Rachel said finally looking up at Puck. "Holy Crap."
"It's been a long time Rachel," Puck said with his heartbreaker's grin, "Something you want to tell me?"
P&R
Rachel honestly thought this day would never come. Sure they had lived in the same town, but he had been in a different school zone and five years older than her. So they never really knew each other. Rachel only knew him from magazine and album covers. Puck never came home all that often either. Rachel held her son protectively in front of her almost afraid that Puck would take him away. She spotted a blond head over by the frozen food section. Thank god.
"Sweetie, I want to go over and say hello to Sam and ask if you can stay over at his house for a while," Rachel instructed her son.
"Why?" Noah asked confused.
"Just tell him that I ran into someone and I need to talk to them in private okay?" Rachel said and Noah nodded before running over to Sam. "And don't ru… what's the point?" Sam and Noah talked for a second before Sam looked over at Rachel who nodded towards Noah. Sam got the picture and put his arm around Noah showing that he had him. Feeling relived about one thing Rachel let out the breath she was holding.
"Is that Sam Evans?" Puck asked. Sundays were his days off and he usually spent them watching football and writing songs.
"Yeah he is married to my friend Quinn," Rachel said, "We all went to high school together." The silence that followed was awkward and loud.
"A son," Puck finally said.
"Yes," Rachel said with a nod.
"Mine?" Puck asked.
"Yep," Rachel replied.
"Does he know he's mine?" Puck said feeling like he was playing 20 questions.
"Nope," Rachel said surprised that she was able to speak at all.
"Why?" Puck asked confused. A couple of woman had claimed over the years that he had fathered their children, and the one person that had kept it a secret.
"No one would believe me," Rachel said and Puck laughed.
"He looks like me." Puck said.
"Yes he does," Rachel agreed.
"What do we do now?" Puck asked as if she had any idea.
"How long are you in town?" Rachel asked instead of answering.
"Two more days," Puck replied.
"Then we do nothing," Rachel said, "Nice to see you again Puck, have a nice flight back." Rachel walked away leaving Puck standing there.
"Wait, what?" Puck said catching up with her.
"It's simple, I don't want to bring you into my son's life when you leave in two days," Rachel informed him as she kept walking, "I don't want to confuse him." Puck could understand that. He was leaving soon.
"Do you want money or something?" Puck asked and that made Rachel stop.
"I have gotten along fine for the last eight years," Rachel told him, "I don't want your pity money that will insure I keep my mouth shut. I haven't revealed your identity and I will continue to do so."
"I am not trying to buy your silence," Puck said offended that she would even suggest it.
"Then what do you want?" Rachel asked and when he didn't answer went on, "Look, now you know. I had always hoped that you would someday, and now you do. Still, I don't want Noah asking why his Daddy isn't here when you leave to go back to New York. Noah is your son. There it is, now you can move on."
"Like I am really supposed to move on from this!" Puck said raising his voice and then softer, "Can I at least meet him?"
"Yes, of course you can meet him." Rachel said.
R&P
20 minutes later after fighting about who would drive to Quinn and Sam's house (Rachel won ultimately because Puck wanted her to stop talking) Rachel knocked on the Evans' front door. She was trying not to stare at the figure next to her. What was she doing?
"Rachel," Quinn said opening the door and then she saw who she was standing next to, "Is that…?
"Noah Puckerman?" Rachel finished, "Yes, yes it is. I came to come get my son." She purposely didn't say Little Noah's name not wanting Quinn to catch on quite yet. But now that she saw that Noah was a mini clone of Puck she would be able to put the pieces together.
"Sure," Quinn squeaked out. "Noah, Sweetie, your Mom is here!"
"Thanks for taking him," Rachel said and Quinn nodded still dazed. Noah appeared at the door seconds later.
"Bye Aunt Quinn," Noah said and gave the pregnant woman a hug on the way to Rachel's car Noah asked, "What is he doing here? He is the one that ran into me!"
"Yes he did," Rachel said before Puck could object, "And he wanted to say sorry. Noah, this is Puck."
"Hi," Puck said not able to say anymore.
"Hi," Noah said not having any idea why this guy was here. He did look kind of familiar though.
"Puck's going to stay for dinner." Rachel told them to both boys' surprise.
R&P
After dinner and when Noah was tucked in bed they finally got to talk again. Her house was small. It could fit in Puck's apartment in New York eight times. Rachel had informed him she was a teacher at McKinley High School along with her friend Quinn. Puck could tell money was tight. He was going to do something about that wither she wanted it or not. Rachel handed him a cup of tea while they sat in the living room.
"Could you maybe like send me pictures and stuff?" Puck asked after a while. "I mean I know I can't really be a part of his life the way he needs because I don't live here, and popping in every now and then doesn't really cut it. I do want to know about him."
"I can do that," Rachel said surprised that he would ask.
"I am going to give you money too," Puck said and when Rachel opened her mouth went on, "I have a lot of money, and you could use it. Don't lie and say you don't need it."
"Thank you," Rachel almost whispered.
"You're welcome." Puck whispered back.
"Truthfully I am surprised you even remember me," Rachel said after a while, a smile on her pretty face.
"Of course I remember you," Puck said laughing, "You were the girl that wouldn't shut up."
"Hey!" Rachel said faking offence.
"No, you were different, nicer," Puck told her, "You just wanted to have some fun and didn't expect me to purpose when the night was over. I haven't met a girl like you since." Rachel blushed and took a sip of her tea.
On his flight back to New York Puck opened his wallet and tucked into one of the selves was a picture of his kid.
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Short, I know, but I wanted the chapter to end here.
There will be father/son bonding, just not quite yet.
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