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"You don't have to stay here if you don't want to," Rachel said nervously as they entered the house. Noah was already in the living room playing video games. She had never been self-conscious of her house before, but Puck was a big time superstar. He filled every room he walked into. She had gotten his check and was blown away by how much he had given her and was thinking of sending some back, but decided put most of it away for Noah's college fund.

"It reminds me of the house I grew up in," Puck told her, "It feels more like a home here then my huge apartment in New York."

"So you're saying size doesn't matter?" Rachel said with a smirk, "Good to know, and make sure you mention that to Noah. Genetics really are everything." Rachel walked into the kitchen leaving an open mouthed Puck behind her. The girl was funny, who knew?

"Hilarious," Puck said catching up with her then went on, "I want my Mom to meet him." Rachel's eyes went wide. She didn't really know how many people she would tell. Quinn figured it out and told Sam because there were no secrets between them. Santana about flipped her lid when she found out, but that was only because she had a habit on listening in on other people's conversations.

"I guess that means I should tell my Dads too," Rachel said sighing.

"You didn't tell them?" Puck asked shocked.

"I wasn't lying when I said no one knew who you were," Rachel answered, "I never told a soul." Puck could only nod. "Are you hungry?"

"Yeah," Puck said.

"So who are you?" Noah finally asked when they all sat down to dinner. He still had no idea why this guy was here.

"Puck is an old friend, Sweetie," Rachel told her son, "He is going to stay with us for a few days."

"Why?" Noah asked.

"Because I said so, now eat your vegetables," Rachel said and Noah narrowed his eyes, but began to eat his broccoli. Rachel smiled at Puck who was watching in amazement. Noah was just like him, and Rachel was like his own mother. It must be a Jewish thing.

Puck smiled as he stood in the doorway while Rachel sang Noah to sleep. The kid might be eight but Puck could tell Noah loved when his mother sang to him, and age didn't matter. Her voice was softly singing Somebody to Love by Queen. Rachel kissed him on the forehead and closed the door.

"You have a great voice Rachel," Puck said as they walked down the stairs to the living room.

"I know," Rachel said confidently, "I wanted to sing on Broadway actually. It had always been a dream of mine."

"Why didn't you?" Puck asked and Rachel looked up towards the stairs. Puck got her meaning; having his kid ruined her plans. "I'm sorry."

"Dreams change," Rachel said with a shrug. "I wouldn't trade Noah for all the Tony's in the world." Rachel yawned, "I think I am going to head in early, are you sure you don't mind sleeping on the couch?" Rachel was once again embarrassed by the size of her house. It had only two bedrooms and one bathroom.

"I'm good Rachel," Puck assured her, "I'll see you in the morning, big day tomorrow." Rachel rolled her eyes.

"Why do I have a feeling you will do more harm than good?" Rachel said.

"Sex is the one thing I am an expert at Baby," Puck said confidently and Rachel rolled her eyes.

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"You can do this," Puck said to his refection in the mirror, "You have sang in front of millions of people, done about a thousand interviews, and was voted Sexiest Man Alive last year, you can have a conversation with a kid."

"Stop hogging the bathroom Princess!" Noah said knocking on the door.

"Noah, lower your voice please," Rachel scolded, "Puck will come out when he is ready."

"But Ma…" Noah began to say.

"Not another word," Rachel said and Puck heard Noah's footsteps walking back to his room. "Hurry up Puck." Rachel said walking past the bathroom door.

"Coming!" Puck said talking a deep breath and opened the door.

"Sweetie I am going to go to lunch with Quinn and Santana so Puck here is going to look out for you while I am gone," Rachel said to Noah fifteen minutes later. "Be good."

"Always am," Noah said with a grin. Rachel gave Noah a hug and nodded to Puck as if to say You're On and left.

"Take a seat Junior," Puck said to Noah as soon as Rachel was gone. Noah looked at him for a minute, but ultimately sat down on the couch in front of the chair Puck was sitting on.

"What?" Noah asked.

"So your Mom told me that you kissed a girl." Puck said getting straight to the point.

"Yeah," Noah said.

"Well I have you beat by one year," Puck told him, "I had my first kiss when I was seven." Noah's eyes went wide.

"Really?" Noah asked.

"Yep," Puck replied, "Her name was…well I don't remember, but that isn't the point. See girls deserve your respect; you can't go planting one on them because you feel like it. A kiss has to mean something."

"Mean what?" Noah asked.

"That you like them more than a friend," Puck explained, "Meaning she is the only girl you want to kiss for a long time." Noah might act and look like Puck, but Puck wasn't going to let Noah have his reputation. Little Noah was going to be a one woman man; Puck would make sure of it.

"I do like Sarah though," Noah said looking at his feet, "She's really pretty."

"If you think she is pretty now, wait a few more years," Puck said, "Soon she'll be gorgeous, but now you are too young. You aren't ready for those types of feelings yet. So my advice is hold off, but at the same time don't let another guy go near her." Noah laughed.

"I guess I can wait, but no one gets her before I do." Noah said and Puck gave him a high five.

"We'll talk again in about two years." Puck told him.

"About what?" Noah said confused.

"Something a lot more fun than just kissing," Puck said with a smirk. Noah just stared at him, he knew that smirk. Noah saw it every day in the mirror.

"She lied to me." Noah finally said his voice hard.

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Rachel was laughing at something Santana said when her phone came to life. Rachel got her phone out of her purse.

"Puck?" Rachel said.

"He knows." Puck said and Rachel dropped her phone.

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She was home ten minutes later. Puck was sitting on the couch and Noah was nowhere in sight.

"I told you to talk to him about the kissing, not tell him who you are!" Rachel yelled.

"I didn't!" Puck said back, "He isn't stupid Rachel, it's like looking into a mirror!"

"I shouldn't have called you," Rachel said shaking her head.

"So I would have never known who my father was then?" Noah said cutting in as he entered the room.

"Sweetie…" Rachel began to say.

"You lied to me!" Noah shouted, "You told me never to lie then why do you get too! You said you didn't know who my Dad was!"

"Don't yell at her," Puck said calmly, "Let's just all sit down and sort this all out."

"No! You're not my Dad!" Noah yelled, "And my Mom would never lie to me! I don't belong to either of you! I hate you both!" Noah stomped away and slammed the door of his room.

"He has your temper and my dramatic flair," Rachel said lightly, but her eyes were already wet.

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"I suppose I could have called your Mother," Rachel whimpered as she held on to her cup of tea for dear life. "I didn't really know what to do, so I did nothing. Besides I barely knew you, I didn't know what kind of guy you were. You might have rejected him, and I didn't want Noah to go through that."

"I wasn't an easy guy to get a hold of," Puck said and he hadn't been. He barely visited and called his Mom and sister the absolute minimum he could get away with. Puck was living the dream in New York, and nine years ago he might have not wanted to give up that lifestyle to take care of a kid. Things were different now.

"I was afraid you would take him away," Rachel said her voice still soft, "You have so much more money than I do and I thought…I don't know what I thought. I was just trying to protect him." The tears were really coming down now. Rachel put her tea on the coffee table and put her head in her hands. Her shoulders were shaking.

Puck had never been good at comforting people. When his sister cried he called his Mom or offered to beat someone up. His Mom though never let him see her cry. She felt like she needed to protect him, and Puck did the same by pretending he couldn't hear her. He just sat at the top of the stairs hoping somehow she knew Puck was there and offered silent support. So Puck got up from the chair he was sitting in and sat next to Rachel on the couch. He awkwardly put an arm around her and she sobbed into his chest. As he rubbed her back something caught his eye. Noah was watching from the top of the stairs. He smiled softly and Puck smiled sadly back.

After Rachel was asleep Puck carried her up the stairs and laid her down on her bed. Puck took off her shoes and put a blanket on her. He moved the hair out of Rachel's face. Puck closed the door and sat next to Noah who was still sitting on the stairs.

"You didn't seem surprised that I was listening," Noah said breaking the silence, "How did you know I would be up here?"

"Because it is what I would be doing," Puck said.

"I didn't want to make her cry and I don't hate her." Noah said looking at his feet, "I was just mad, ya know?"

"I know," Puck said, "Listen Junior, I didn't have a Dad growing up either."

"You didn't?" Noah asked with wide eyes that reminded Puck so much of Rachel.

"Nope, he walked out on my Mom when my sister was just a baby," Puck told him, "I had a really good Mom though, like you."

"She is really good," Noah agreed. He felt awful about what he said to her.

"Noah, my Dad walked out on me, but I won't on you," Puck said as serious as he had ever been, "I might not be here all the time, but I will be around, and maybe you can come see me. Don't be afraid to call when you need me. I'll come right away."

"Really?" Noah said trying not to get his hopes up but couldn't help but feel happy.

"You won't be able to get rid of me Junior." Puck said and Noah smiled.

"Whatever, Dad." Noah said not wanting to get too mushy. His Mom might like these dramatic heartfelt moments, but Noah sure didn't. "And don't call me Junior."

Winning a Grammy, being on People's Most Beautiful People three years running, had nothing on the feeling when his kid called him Dad.

When Rachel woke up that night her eyes still red from tears she felt something warm next to her. Little Noah was sound alseep next to her. Rachel looked up and saw that Puck was sleeping in the chair in the corner of her room, how a big man managed to sleep in it she'll never know. Rachel tightened her grip on Little Noah and fell back asleep.

What do you think? Is it too fast, slow? Did Noah have a believable reaction?

Again amazed at the response, every time I open my e-mail I get a story alert or review. Keep them coming and thank you so much. You all rock!

I have exams and homework, but I will try to work on it and will update as soon as I can.

I am going to write that other story when I can, and thanks for saying you want me to write it!