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Aaron 3

Rachel squared her shoulders and lifted her chin defiantly as she entered school on her own the next day. She had refused to let Puck or any of the other glee club members join her; she knew today was going to be hard but refused to let the school see her be weak.

The moment the doors closed behind her, everyone's eyes landed on her. The whispering began as she walked down the hallway, her steps confident and her shoulders back, hearing the mutterings but acting with every bit of her body, Rachel refused to let them see her squirm.

"Ssssslut," muttered a cheerio with a sneer as Rachel passed.

"Whore."

"Tramp."

The rest followed along the same lines as Rachel headed towards her locker, her bag following behind her. Resisting the urge to take a fortifying breath as she found Azimo leaning next to her locker, she opened it and turned to him expectantly as she put the book bag in the bottom.

"What lewd and disgusting comment have you got for me then?" she asked primly.

"You are on hot MILF, Berry," he said with a leer. "Now we both know Puckerman isn't the father, he wouldn't have touched you with a ten foot barge poll three years ago-"

"Azimo, fuck off," said Karofsky, coming up to the locker and glancing at Rachel in worry. Glancing at his wingman in shock, Azimo listened and moved away from Rachel down the hallway.

"You okay?" Karofsky asked Rachel in a low voice.

"David, you shouldn't be talking to me right now," Rachel said, turning away to get her books. Hearing the doors slam at the end of the hallway, she turned to see her boyfriend's livid face stalking down the hallway. "Go quickly," she ordered, moving to head off Puck who was glaring at Karofsky.

"What did puck-head want?" Puck demanded, snagging Rachel to hold her close to his side as the whispers started again.

"Working on a school project, he needs a good grade and wanted to inform me that any recent drama better not impede my education and, by proxy, his own," Rachel invented quickly, kissing him quickly and laughing against his lips as the whispers increased.

"Hi, Puck," a cheerio simpered, hip checking Rachel out of the way as Rachel pulled back.

"Who are you?" Puck asked rudely, pushing her out of the way and pulling Rachel back to his side, "Never mind. I don't care," he continued, walking away with his girlfriend.

"We hooked up, Puck, don't you remember?" the girl continued, following after them. "And it was so good!" she added with a grin.

"Nope, don't remember," Puck said flippantly.

"It cannot have been that good then," Rachel noted idly, grinning a little as Puck looked down at her with pride and pulled her closer.

"Like anyone was asking you, slut," the cheerio, Tiffany, snapped irritably.

Rounding on the cheerio threateningly, Puck backed her up against the lockers, "That is my girlfriend you are talking to," he growled, "You EVER call her a slut again, and I will make sure your life is hell."

"Noah," Rachel said warningly with her hand on his arm, "Come walk me to class," she ordered, tugging on his arm and wrapping it around her shoulders to encourage him to follow her. Pulling him to a halt further down the hallway, "Darling," she started, turning to look him in the eye and taking his face in her small hands, "this is going to be the norm for a few weeks. You cannot react like that every time someone makes a comment, or you will exhaust yourself."

"Gorgeous," Puck said, dropping his head down to kiss her and smiling as her hands slipped up to grab at his t-shirt. "I am always going to defend you: you and our family," he added. "When they insult you, they insult me, and the Puckster doesn't get insulted."

Rachel rolled her eyes at the moniker, "I'm not even going to bother arguing with you; I think you are too stubborn."

"Nice to know you're learning," Puck said, smiling. "I'll see you at lunch, baby," he said, pressing one more kiss to her lips before leaving her to class.

The following weeks were exactly as Rachel had predicted, the girl refusing to allow anyone to explain the circumstances of Aaron's birth or any other details the school kept with the bare minimum: that Rachel had given birth to a baby at the age of fourteen, and it was widely accepted that Noah was the father, and he hadn't denied it. Though he had been annoyed that if he was the father, why hadn't they questioned his torturing her in freshman and half of sophomore year if she was the mother of his child?

The thing no one could understand though was the sudden protective stance that David Karofsky had elected around Rachel - after the first epic slushie-fest, he had laid the slap down on the hockey team to stop them. It had started the rumour that David was actually the father, but Rachel always continued to avoid him and refused to explain the situation to anyone including her boyfriend who just had to trust that Rachel was right and nothing was wrong.

Immune as ever to the attacks, she missed the disgruntled looks on Quinn and Santana's faces as their plan failed to faze Rachel or break her and Puck up – the two seemed stronger than ever as they dealt with the backlash together and spent time with Aaron as a family.

"My mom wants to meet you and Aaron together," Noah told his girlfriend as they walked into school together on a Friday morning.

"But she has met us," protested Rachel, "She met Aaron when I was at dance class and met me when I came over for dinner."

"Yep but I may have let slip that I'm serious about you and called Aaron my son, and she went all Jewish grandmother and insisted that we get together as a family."

"Well I suppose that is reasonable - I am forcing you to be part of my life and my son's. I can imagine that she is worried."

"You aren't forcing me to be part of your lives, I chose. And actually she's kind of excited, and, on a good note, if we show her how good we are together, I can start, you know, staying with you overnight and helping Aaron in the morning."

"Considering your extracurricular activities before we were dating, it's surprising that she's so strict," Rachel said with a laugh, "and considering how uptight I can be, my parents are the more relaxed."

"Not fair, more like," Noah groused, "but she did say that she would start to trust me more if she saw us together as a family."

"I am surprised she is so strict considering the you and Quinn situation from last year."

"Well you didn't see the epic bitch-fest I got when I told her about that and the punishments I got for that… and I was thrown out for a while."

"Ah," Rachel said delicately, "but this situation is different?"

"Well yeah, cos you're Jewish, and you're not Quinn, which helps, plus I'm kind of in love with you which is huge."

Rachel smiled and kissed her boyfriend, loving it when he said so openly that he loved her, "Okay, well dinner tonight?"

"May as well get it out of the way," Puck agreed. "Just, I mean she's sort of evil just to warn you. Trust me!" he added as she looked at him in shock. "I'll meet you at the end of school and then we'll go and pick up Aaron together," he kissed her swiftly and went off to his own class.

Coming to meet Rachel at the end of the day, he frowned as he once again found Karofsky and Rachel talking next to her locker. Rachel smiled shyly and waved goodbye to Karofsky as he moved away. His forehead creased in confusion as he walked up to his girlfriend. He wiped the look off his face as she turned to him with a smile; he had already asked about Karofsky a few times, and Rachel had told him that it was a school project and that nothing was going on. Trusting Rachel to come to him when she needed to, he pushed away his confusion and vague feeling of jealousy. He dropped a kiss onto her lips and listened to her ramble on about Glee as he led her towards his truck.

Taking a deep breath before he opened his front door half an hour later, he picked up his son in one arm and walked into the house, finding his mother exactly where he had guessed she would be: sitting ramrod straight at the kitchen table.

"Hello, Ms. Puckerman," Rachel greeted, "would it be possible to get a snack for Aaron - he missed his afternoon snack today."

"Of course, babe, I'll get him something," Noah interjected before his mother could say something. Taking her son, Rachel sat down at the table with Aaron on her lap.

"Good afternoon, Rachel," Daina greeted. "And Aaron," she said, nodding to the young boy who was playing with one of his cars on the table; he was always quiet coming to the Puckerman house.

"Say hello, baby," Rachel whispered.

"Hello," he said shyly, barely glancing at the stern looking woman.

Puck placed a small sandwich in front Aaron with a glass of milk, "How was work, Mom?"

"Fine," Daina answered shortly, "Dinner is soon; I ordered Chinese for us all."

"Cool," Puck said, sitting down awkwardly next to Rachel as silence descended on the table. "Um, where's Sarah?" he asked desperately.

"Your sister is staying at a friend's tonight," Daina said. "So, Rachel," she started as Rachel turned to her expectantly, "Puck has told me about the circumstances surrounding Aaron's birth."

Rachel frowned as Noah's own mother called him by his nickname and the tone that she spoke in, "Um yes, he is a child of rape, I guess you could call it."

"Mom," Puck warned, picking Aaron up and putting him on his lap as he helped him play with his cars, "Do we really need to talk about this."

"Why did you have him and not have an abortion?" Daina continued, ignoring her son.

"He is Aaron," Rachel said firmly, "and because I cannot have more children. Even though I was fifteen, I wanted the opportunity to have my own child."

"You cannot have any more children?" Daina demanded.

Puck glared at his mother in anger as she obviously disproved of Rachel's inability to have children, it hadn't been something he and Rachel had talked about because it wasn't something he worried about and he knew that it hurt Rachel to think she couldn't have more children even though she was so young.

"No I cannot," Rachel said in a low voice. "How was school, Noah?" she asked trying to take the attention off her and her inability to mother more children when she loved having Aaron so much.

"It was okay, got a B+ on my math test," Puck said proudly.

"That's a shock!" scoffed Daina. "Have you not gone to class in like two years?" she asked sneeringly.

Blushing in embarrassment, Puck bounced Aaron on his lap as the little boy continued to stay quiet, feeling the tension in the room. "Yeah," he muttered.

Feeling sorry for her boyfriend being embarrassed by his own mother, Rachel slipped her hand into his and squeezed it gently, silently telling him that she was here.

"So is it okay if Noah stays at my house tonight?" asked Rachel for him, "Aaron is always asking for him in the morning, and it makes it so much easier to have two people to get him ready."

"So basically, you are just using my son for a father to yours," Daina scoffed.

Flushing with her own embarrassment, Rachel hurried to deny the accusation, "No, I promise! No, I'm with Noah because I love him. No one else knew about Aaron - if I had simply wanted a father for him, I would have told them before."

"And I love Aaron," Puck interjected. "I want to be a father to Aaron, and I will be spending the night with Rachel and my son," he said, getting up and putting Aaron on the floor. "Buddy, there is a present for you on my bed - why don't you go grab it," he said, kissing him on the forehead as he smiled widely and ran off.

"Spending money on her son now," Daina said, shaking her head.

"Spending money on my son," Puck clarified, "Mom, look, you wanted to see us as a family and this is it. I don't really know what else you want."

"I want you with a nice Jewish girl who can give me grandchildren."

"Well Rachel is a fantastic Jewish girl who I love and already has a son, and as I so intimately know, I don't have to father a child to have more children; we can always adopt. I love Aaron despite biology and will love anymore children that we decide to adopt together. Mom, I don't know what you want anymore," Puck said with a sigh. "We are going to leave - I'll see you at some point this weekend," he finished as Aaron ran in, brandishing a teddy bear with a New England Patriots top on.

"Thank you, Noah!" he screamed loudly, jumping into his arms.

"You're welcome, squirt," he said fondly, hugging him close. "Now how about dinner with the granddads," he said, helping the surprisingly silent Rachel to her feet and leading her outside, leaving his jaded and disgruntled mother behind him.

Strapping Aaron in and closing the door, Noah turned to his girlfriend and pulled her close to him, leaning down to breathe in the scent of her hair. "I'm sorry about her," he muttered, kissing her neck gently, "None of its true."

"I know," Rachel replied, "let's go home."