Title : Les Delys D'Elizabeth

Author: Crazysnape/psykogleek

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AN: Hello, first thanks to the followers and favorites! Then, sorry for the delay; now my problem remain as last time since only the beginning of the story has been corrected.

English isn't my first language so if you are interested by some beta reading (by some I mean a lot since the story is quite long), do not hesitate to tell me.

Now, good reading

Thanks you to EveJHoang and Avalon Callahan who took the time to write a review, you make my day.


Broom St, Brooklyn, September 16th


"A bit more on the left... Now, go back backward, Seb a bit more forward... Yes, that's perfect. Brit?"

"Perfect!"

Noah glanced at Sebastian, then they both laid the sofa on the floor, finally. They puffed, trying to catch their breath. He was starting to believe the girls were never going to find the right place and after having lifted that fucking couch for two stories, his arms hurt like a bitch.

"Who wants a drink?" Brittany asked happily while looking at the room, which was beginning to look at a living room.

Once the decision to move to New York had been made, lots of thinking had been done. Will they all live together? In which part of the city? Should they wait for the school year to be finished or go as soon as possible?

At the end some of the answers were out of their hands. Indeed, a discussion with his lawyer quickly convinced him that waiting for him to have Sarah's guardianship would be better than having to restart from the start in another state, and his sister wanted to finish six grades here, with Sylvia and all their friends.

Putting July as the moving month, gave them all the time to organize. Seb and Quinn wrote tone of cover letters to various newspapers. As for Brit, she started looking for an agent, hoping to have auditions as soon as she arrived.

Noah realized, then that if all his friends have aims, professionally speaking, he had none. Except writing some new songs, a thing he still didn't manage to do, so instead, he focused on finding them a place to live.

When Sebastian received a positive answer for an internship at the Queen's Chronicle, Puck concentrated on that area. He realized then that it might be more complicated than he first thought. At least, if they opted to all share the same apartment.

The acceptance letter of Quinn's at the indypendent made the choice easier. After lots of talking, they chose to split. Sebastian, Sarah and he would look for a place in Quenns while the girls would search for a smaller apartment not too far from Broadway, where Brit hoped working, nor from Brooklyn where the headquarter of the Newspaper was.

He did a few two-way trip to visit the apartments and found two perfect places. Today, they were working on decorating the places. Of course they took some of their previous pieces of furniture, but not too much. Puck wanted a new start for all of them.

Sarah insisted to keep her old room, some pictures their mum drew, and an awful corsair boat in a bottle she won one in a fun fair. She had always loved that stuff. When she was younger, she believed it was a pirate boat catch trap by fairies. Quinn kept a strange chest with branches to hold rings. Sebastian felt the same urge to erase the past than Puck, and wanted nothing to help him to remember his life in Morganville. Everything else was sold, and throw away.

Today, they were in Today, they were in New York since one month and a half and the girls' flat were receiving his last touch, which was Noah's first priority.

Quinn did so much for Sarah and him while he was imprisoned that he needed her to be settled down, to have a nice place. He had forced her and Brit to go shopping nearly every week since they moved and tricked her into buying what they needed. The last thing on his list was done, so he will take care of his own apartment now. Where the only really rooms up for a living, where Sarah's and Seb's.

New York since one month and a half and the girls' flat was receiving his last touch, which was Noah's first priority.

"I am hungry." Sarah's intervention brought him out of his dreamland.

"Me too and it's kind of late." Brittany confirmed. Puck looked at the huge clock and nodded, yet before he could offer an answer, Sebastian cut in. "Let's go out and hit a restaurant for once. "

"That's not necessary, we have everything we need here. "

"No, I am with Sebby on here; Quinn-bee, we have to celebrate. "

"Celebrate what? The couch?"

"No silly, my part! "

All eyes were immediately turned to her. "Which part Brit?" Puck asked, voicing what they were all wondering. Brittany stared at them, blinking " I didn't tell you?" when they shook their head as one "Oh, I must have forgotten... Well, I am in Aladdin. "

"ALADDIN?"

"Yes, isn't it wonderful?"

"But you absolutely love Aladdin! It's your favorite Disney movie!"

"Second best, her favorite is the little mermaid." Sarah corrected "Do you remember the Barbie party we had with Sylvia?"

Brittany sighed " Yes, Sylvia had the best doll ever"

Puck watched them, smiling "She did?"

They both nodded, lost in their memories "She had all the Disney's princesses: Belle, Snow White, Jasmin and their princes, but more important she had Ariel, Eric and Ariel's father. How is he call already?"

"Poseidon, and he came with his trident and his chariot. He was old, but his abs were yummier than yours guys."

"Yes, it's right?"

"Hey! Sarah, you are too young to look at boys'... abs, even the dolls ones!"

Quinn, and Sebastian burst out of laugh and by the way Seb was looking at him, Puck knew what he was thinking: good new! Soon, you could go cruising with your sister.

"Shut up Seb!"

"But, he didn't even say a thing!"

"He didn't need to, I hear his thoughts. Now, you are absolutely right Brit. That news calls for celebration. Let's go."

After the restaurant, Sarah asked to have a girls night. Which meant that Sebastian and he headed back home alone. It was the first time they were both free to do as they wanted since they moved to New York and it felt strange. They rode the metro. They felt no urge to talk, instead they get lost in the crowd. It was something he treasured: being in the middle of numbers of people without feeling eyes on him, without being judged.

He did not know what life held for him, but that simple pleasure worth everything. When they finally entered the apartment, Puck sensed something he didn't really noticed before. The light was off, and when he turned it on, he was attacked by the emptiness. The place was sinister, it looked uninhabited and he froze before even passing the doorstep. Sebastian, who didn't see him stop, went into him. "Damn! Dude, why the fuck are you stopping in the middle of the way?"

"Sorry. Is it because Sarah is not there that you used such a... Poetic vocabulary?" Puck teased his friend as he began to walk again. Sebastian passed him and grinned "I don't fucking know what the hell you are talking about, jackass. "

Noah removed his vest and put it on a chair. Realizing suddenly he had no other place to put it away. This wake up put him ill at ease. He got the urge to leave, to be anywhere but here.

"Problem?"

"No."

"Don't lie, I know you and I see you didn't behave like this since we moved. Then, split the bean."

Puck started to turn and look around the room, avoiding his friend's glare as much as possible. But, it was vain: there were nowhere to hide. "I told you, it's nothing, I just. . . it's kind of barren here, isn't it?"

Sebastian looked around him and shrugged "A bit. We didn't decorate much yet, so what?"

Puck moved toward the window to glimpse outside, nervous nibbling his lips. "You wanna go out?"

"What?"

"Going out tonight? Last time, we went dancing, it helps you to ease off some of the pressure, then?"

Dancing? Puck thought about it for a minute, then he turned around and nodded. After all, dancing in a club could only be better than the dance macabre he had the impression to do at the moment.

As soon as he answered, Sebastian jumped from the chair he as sloughing, and run to his room. "Let's change ourselves, put some sexy pants'"

Puck laughed and followed at a slower pace. Once in front of his clothes he noticed two things: he still hadn't bought clothes, others than the ones he bought in Morganville and worse, the few he does have, were still in a suitcase. With a sigh, he stopped and started searching. However, nothing got in attention. In the end, he grabbed the first thing on the pile and put it on before going back to the living room. Or what will become a living room soon.

"Dude, when I said 'Let's change and put some sexy pants', I meant it: a sexy pants. How do you want to rest your left wrist with that... Thing. Because, excuse me, but I can't call this a sexy pants. It's an insult to all pants in the universe."

Puck stared at his best friend, puzzled. "Rest my wrist?" Sebastian smirked and with his hand, mimicked masturbation. "Shut up!"

"You know that I am right. Wait here." In a clap, Sebastian was gone and back, holding some leather black pants and a black shirt. "Leather pant? You're joking, right? Don't you have anything more stereotype? Come on?" But the guy stood his ground. Groaning, Puck reached for it and changed once more.

The pants were tighter than he was used to, but sadly he fitted. The shirt was cool, it brought out his muscles in a very nice way.

"Better, from now don't think : grab your vest, your wallet, phone and let's go. "

"Care to tell me where we were going?"

"No."

Two hours later, Sebastian was half-cursed, half-adored by his best friend. Adored because that pants did offer him tonnes of attention, but cursed as it stuck on him like white on rice and he didn't appreciate it one bit. The music was great and if

Sebastian had met many people interested, Puck wasn't outdone, on the contrary.

He had danced with more than four men already and he was now having a lot of fun with a charming guy. He has beautiful blue eyes brought out, thanks to a deep line of eyeliner, sparking jet-black hair, killer moves of the hips and delicious fleshy lips. And a body, damn a body that he could caress for hours without tiring.

The slow rubbing of the brunet body against his own was so exciting that his breath was shortly coming. Puck's hand slid on the muscular back of the man, going up and down, going a bit lower every time until he reached a nice round bump. That's ass... Fuck, it was delightful and felt very nicely in his hand. The brunet's mouth began to brush his throat, leaving a wet and hot imprint. Puck whipped his head to give a better access, and focused his attention on what was in his hand, kneading and pulling it toward him up to the point where a piece of sheet couldn't come between them

Puck started thinking they should look for a quieter place, because he didn't feel like sharing his first intercourse with a man on a dance floor, and he shivered just considering to come into Seb's pants. Slowly, he pulled away and looked down toward... Shit, he didn't even know the name of this cutie! He leaned nevertheless toward him to whisper in his ear, but before saying a word he saw a blond guy staring at them _ or rather staring at the dark hair man in his arms _ with a sad expression.

Then, instead of asking for a change of landscape, he mumbled "Looks like someone wants to talk to you." As if he was getting out from a dream, the young man jumped and looked at Puck without understanding, the latter nodded behind him and the guy turned his head to glance obviously annoyed. However, the stranger mustn't be a stranger to him since he immediately moved away from Puck to hug him.

At that instant, Puck realized that whatever had been about to happen between them, just disappeared in front of his eyes. And, way too soon, he found himself alone, surrounded by music and people who enjoyed themselves while he just wanted to go home. His thought went back to Nat, and he winced. If it was what the man felt when Puck abandoned him, he understood why he demanded him to do as if they didn't know each other in the future.

He really didn't feel like dancing any more, so he slid between the more and less naked bodies and headed for the counter. He needed a drink badly. Something strong by preference, but since he wasn't sure if Sebastian was going home with him or not he should content himself with a beer. To find his way home without too much trouble.

Once, the bartender gave him his drink, he scanned the crowd to find his friend and let him know that he wanted to leave now. He was starting to believe that Sebastian had found someone to, as he said "release the pressure" and he wasn't here anymore. As his search remained vain and his bottle was empty, and sent him a text message and waited for two songs before heading for the door.

The next days were devoted to the improvement of the apartment, trying to give it the missing homey feeling. He discussed it with the two others inhabitant, but no-one cared about anything except "Forget the pink and yellow, it's girly as fuck and gives me a headache. " And "Can we have a TV? Because Quinn and Brit have the old one and well, I miss TV."

Full of their advice and requests, he spent two days in a row wandering around Ikea, A&G Merche, the Delphinarium home and Darr. In the latest, he saw lots of curious stuff and giggling in the inside, then he decided to make some fun at his roommates' expense. The diner was ready, and they continued to enjoy their dinner as they used to when they lived in Morgansville. Which meant they all took turns to relate their day.

Sarah had been rambling nonstop about her new friend Patrick and how they had both been attempting to befriend some really shy boy named Hassan.

Puck and Sebastian glanced at each other and Puck asked "What about girls? Didn't you meet any friendly girl?"

Not that he didn't want her friend to be with boys, but she should have some feminine influences in her everyday life. She surely wasn't going to get it by living with Seb and him, and between her unpaid internship in the week and her week-end job, Quinn was a lot busier than before.

She drank some milk and shrugged "I am not sure. There is Alina, but she is a friend with some bitchy girls who makes fun of Hassan, so yeah, I don't know. But, I have Sylvia."

"Don't say bitchy, it's not a nice..."

"But they aren't nice either!" Sarah exclaimed with the mouth full.

"Smart Monkey got you there!"

"Hey! I though we had a deal, I am not calling you meerkat anymore and you stop with that monkey sh..."

"Sarah!"

"Stuff! I was gonna say Monkey stuff!"

Puck stared at her with askance, but opted to give her the benefit of the doubt.

"Monkeys speaks mouthful, if you wanna to be cool like a Panda you should behave as one."

She frowned, stuck out her tongue and turned to her plate. Puck held back his laugh and asked cautionary, "What about you dude? Have you done something interesting today?"

Up to now, Sebastian's internship hadn't been very stimulating: coffee, photocopies, coffee and oh more photocopies!

His friend winced was an answer by itself. " Better than photocopies. But, it still has to do with coffee."

"What they had you in coffee run all day long?"

Sebastian stood up and asked, in order to delay his response "Someone wants a yogurt or a fruit?"

"Banana, please and no monkey joke!"

Sebastian went to the kitchen and came back with an apple for him (something of very unusual), a banana for "the monkey-Panda" and something chocolate for Puck. Only then, he started talking "No, they asked me to write a small critique for the guide. So, I had to go to a place to eat cakes, drink teas, and lots of sweet stuffs."

Which explained the apple.

"Well, it's better, no?" To him everything would be better than making photocopies all day long.

"Maybe. Yes, but that's not what I had in mind when chose journalism..."

"Hey Meerkat, were they any good?"

"What?"Sebastian, stared at Sarah, puzzled.

"The cake place, was it good?"

"Hum, not too bad. I ate a chocolate cake that looks like mousse with some crunchy thingy at the bottom."

"And you didn't bring us anything? That's just mean. Really mean!"

"Hey, It was to take away, I didn't know it was going to be that delicious! Now, if you are nice, and I mean very nice to me, I will go back and get some just for you."

Puck cleared his throat, "Both of you, or better I'll go when the girls are here too, and no-one will come and bitch at me. So Puckie-bear, have you done something cool today?"

Puck narrowed his eyelids, he hated being called by that stupid nickname. He'd rather be the Anaconda in their Monkey-Meerkat shitty name-game. Then, he weighed the pros and cons. Would, making fun of them, worth the risk of losing that delicious cake? But when he saw the mocking smiles on their faces, all his hesitations passed through the window.

"Well, now that you asked, I saw the coolest thing ever! Of course, I had to command it, and we won't receive it before the end of the month, great minimum. But I don't mind. Oh, well, to be fair, parts of it will be here sooner, but not the better ones."

Here, he took a break to eat some of his chocolate cream and waited. If he knew them well, and he liked to believe that this was the case, questions shouldn't be long to come.
One, two...

Sarah glared at him and, all bulkiness forgotten, inquired "Noh? What are you talking about?"

Sebastian didn't question, but curiosity was written all over his face. "Yes, Rudolph. He was just so cute, and so alive and majestic." Puck made a lyrical on Rudolph.

"Dude, I don't think we can have animals here!"

Puck shook his head, still smiling "Don't worry, that's not a problem, I checked. " He deeply dug his nails into his palms to keep from laughing.

"What it is? A cat or a dog?"

Seeing Sarah's excitation gave him regret, but not much. Anyway, it was too late to move back and he was having too much fun. "A moose. "
His sister's eyes grew wild, and his best friend was turning green.

"A moose?"

"Yep, there is this incredible shop on Jamaica avenue where you look at animals. Some are in the shop, others in videos like with webcam and all. Then, you chose the one you like the most, and Bam! One month later, it is in your living room. Of course, since our living room isn't huge, I asked them to do just the head."

"The head?"

"Yes. Oh, shit, I think that I forgot an important part: Rudolph won't be alive. It's a stuffed moose's head. However, it will be our moose. They will make a carpet with his skin, and steaks with his meat. We will have around 400 kg of meat to eat, but who care?"

"400?" Sebastian was now paler than a ghost and Sarah seemed on the point of feeling ill.

"Yes, in fact, it weighs about 750 kg, but once the skin and bone head are removed... Only around 400 kg remains."

He will never forget their expressions. Where was the fucking camera when you needed it? He wanted to have them simmer in their juices and asked if they had an opinion on where the head should be hung up. However, when he opened his mouth not a word came out, just peals of laugh. He observed them, catching the exact moment they realized he was pulling their legs. Their instantly relief was too much for him: Puck was literally crying with laughter

Revengeful, they both reacted: Sarah jumped on him to tickle him while Sebastian threw him pieces of bread. But strangely, his little joke seemed to provoke some interest on the decoration topic and they wrote a long list of things which they vetoed and absolutely refused to see in their home. Taxidermy was on the top of the list, closely followed by carpet cowhide or sheepskin.

But pretty soon, decoration matters stopped interesting him, and while he still need some clothes, he couldn't find in him the motivation to come into any clothes shop. Perhaps, because the windows shops he glanced at during his marathon of decoration repulsed him. The problem being that once his bed and dresser were settled in the bedroom, the couch, TV and coffee table in the living room, he found himself with nothing to do.

He tried more than once to sit with his guitar and write down some notes but, his inspiration seemed to have dried. Walking around in the street lost its attraction after a while. He had to find a meaning of his life.

Should he go to school? Of course, he would be older than most of the first year students, but who cares? He had enjoyed the lesson, Mr Shue gave in jail. All right, enjoying might be a bit strong, but it was nice at the time, to escape through music. A music major, that would be great. But then, he thought about following a schedule, being confined in a room all day long, to depend on the school's rules, the teachers' rule, being judge of the people there and he shivered, scared.

No, school wasn't the place for him.

But he could, maybe, found somewhere else to use his talent, after all, he was quite good with his guitar, harmonica and violin, and he learnt to play piano without too much difficulty...

His mind went back to his high school years and smiled: that was the good old time. He didn't remember having thank Brit for pushing them to enroll in the glee club. They all had so much fun in there. That's when he got it. Here's what he should do finding a glee club to coach.
December 9th Queens

Puck walked back home a faint smile on the face. Who would have thought it possible, when a bit more than a year ago, he was still locked up in a fucking jail for crimes he didn't even commit?

He thrust his hands in his pockets to protect them from the biting cold, and speed up his pace. He loved his new job at the local high school, and he was more than happy to play all sorts of songs in the background. He was like that Brad guy who played music for them when he was in the glee club.

At first, he looked for a coach's job, but he was more than glad he didn't find one. High school kids life was so full of drama, that he often compared them to the shitty soap-opera. He could tell as he tried to watch them when they were living in Morganvilles, and he couldn't go out during daylight.

There was: Jordan, the bitchy cheerios who spent her time making eyes with Jake the Basketball player who was going out with Marley the shy-girl while his best friend Ryder tried to hide his own feelings for the girl.

And it was only the tip of the iceberg. Since there was also Sean, Basil, Moe, Valentina and the others whose names he didn't remember. He pushed his thoughts in the back of his head: he didn't want to work up about those kids' love life and dramas. Even if he found in them a source of inspiration. Carelessly, he wondered if his road would crossed one of his neighbour.

He has never talked to them except for a quick nod in the hallway, but it only happened like twice in the seven months they have lived here. He didn't know what was these men's jobs, but they were nearly ever there. He held the door for Mrs Gamble on the third floor, passed over a couple of tiny brunet in the stair, and once again he didn't see one hair of his elusive neighbors.

The weirdest part was that he didn't hear a sound coming from the apartment in nearly a week _ not even TV. And while the building was in a great state, it wasn't rare for him to use the murmur of their tv like a lullaby. In some way, he missed it. When he reached the landing, he froze and blinked. The place of mysteriously full.

Then, he heard a sound and finally he understood what was in front of him.

Moses baskets. There's two of them.

With bags. Also, there are two of them.

Babies, there were babies in his door step. What the fuck was that?

His first reaction was to look around him: babies were rarely left alone. Surely, there must be a mother or a father somewhere. He glanced above his shoulder, nobody. Maybe, they were upstairs. With caution, He searched a place to put his foot, then headed to the next floor which, sadly, was empty.

Uncertain, he called "Hello? Is there someone out there? You have forgotten your kids! Hel-lo?"

But the only sound relayed was the soft babble of the midget on the floor. Without thinking any longer, he came back down, and ran _ or rather snake around _ to knock at his neighbors' door. He knew those babies had nothing to do with him or Seb or even less so Sarah.

When no-one opened, he cursed, remembering he saw neither the blond guy with the big mouth, nor the nice fellow with a cute smile in a while. The babies were starting to cry and Puck jumped. Oh damn, what was he supposed to do? The yells were getting louder, and yet nobody came to comfort them.

Without pondering twice, he took his keys out, opened his door, grabbed the bags which that he threw in the apartment (fingers crossing that nothing fragile was inside before going to the first bassinet. Without pondering twice, he took his keys out, opened his door, grabbed the bags which that he threw in the apartment (fingers crossing that nothing fragile was inside before going to the first bassinet.

With caution, he snagged the straps and brought the first baby to the living room, before going back for the second.

Puck took out his coat and, went to the crying baby, to get it out of the thingy. She, he was going to say it was a girl since she was wearing a very girly pink sleep suit, with a pink snuggler, a pink bear. So much pink it hurt his eyes.

He started to rock her, to avoid she woke up the other baby. Once, she calmed down a little bit, he really took the time to look at her. The first thing he noticed was that she was small, very small and light, lighter than a feather, and she seemed very young.

She reminded him of Beth, and the last time he saw his daughter she was two days.

Surely, he was mistaken, she could be that young. Perceiving the little girl was now asleep, he laid her back on her mattress, and headed to the other baby.

Probably a boy. Indeed, here no pink vomit. It was blue, blue and still blue. He stared at him during a long time, before shaking out of his trance. His eyes fell on the bags which rested by the door. He would have some answers in there. As silently as possible, he stood up. No pink, nor blue here. Both bags were equally plain black. He reached for the first one: onesies, pyjamas, powder milk, alcohol, cotton swab bibs, nappies. And nothing else.

Great, put everything back on and opened the second one. The first thing he took out, was a letter. A thick one. A thick letter in which Kurt was enrolled in a writing full of frills.

Who was that Kurt?

As far as he knew his neighbors were: Scoob, Shaggy, Martha or Daphne, but he highly doubted it was their real names. Perhaps a name was written on their door... Unfortunately, he met the same empty square that the one on his own door.

The letter-box!

Without a break he turned, but came to a halt before reaching the second step. He couldn't leave the babies alone! Cursing, he walked back in and sighed. He should call the police. He could bet that it was what normal people did, when they found abandoned babies.

He went to take his phone out of if his vest, and started to press 9-1-1, but if the first two numbers went easily, he didn't manage to press the last 1. That Kurt guy was probably the babies' dad.

What if it truly was the blond guy or the cute guy? He couldn't bear the thought of one of them being ripped out of their parental rights because of him. After all, Sarah should be back soon, he will ask her to go to look at the letter-box. In the meantime, he should organize himself a bit because if the babies were asleep at the moment, they shouldn't be long to wake up.

What's a baby do? Eat, pee and poop, sleep.

He searched more thoroughly bags: Two changing pad, one blue, one pink. Clearly, the mother was very focused on the pink and blue shit, but whatever. He took them out and laid them on the table, then thinking it would be a bit hard, he went to the bathroom and brought back two huge bath towels which he folded into small mattresses. He started again to search the bags he took out wipes, nappies, onzie and pajamas.

He kept the belonging separate, like they were in the bags. Then, he looked at his improvised changing room, digging for missing thing and clap his hands: a bin! Well, they didn't have one to spare, but some plastic or paper bags should do the trick.

Check for the pee and poop.

Check for the sleep.

Remained the eating part.

He had bottles and milk powder, but that was it. He was obviously missing something. He reached for the milk box and read the directive. There was some sort of chart which explained the amount of spoon by water. It could be useful, if only he knew how many ounces of milk Pink and Blue were drinking.

Probably not much, they were so small! But, he had no guarantees. Maybe, he should look for information on Google before one of them waken-up. He checked, they were still sleeping and rushed to get his computer.

He typed "How making a baby bottle?" and he got lucky. Or, he first thought, because if the web site offered him the answer he needed about the preparation of the bottle, it also brought out new questions : Which water to use or the sterilization of the bottles and teats.

Surely, the mother bathed them before, right? But how to be sure... He meant what sort of person gave up babies like that? At someone's front door, without being sure they were in the other side?

He realized suddenly he was reading for some times now, and if the babies were still asleep it might not be for long. He hastily took some notes on the various steps, closed the laptop and rushed to do what he had to do.

Sarah arrived when the water was starting to boil, however, he was so focused on it, he didn't hear her before she joined him in the kitchen.

"Hum, there are babies and baby stuff in the living room."

"Hi. Yeah, I know that's Pink and Blue's. "

"Pink and Blue? Wow, so we know someone who had the bad taste to call their children like that. Who is that?"

For the first time, Puck turned his head to watch his sister. "We don't." He glanced at the time, still five minutes to go.

"Where do they come from? I didn't see any stork around."

"Right by the front door. I couldn't leave them there, you know. By the way, can you do me a favor?"

"Sure, but what do you mean by the front door?"

"Just like that. I came back from the school, and they were there and no one else. And, it's cold outside, so I greet them. Now, can you go down and search the neighbors' names on the letter-box?"

"Why do you care about that anyway? We have unknown babies in the other room!"

He didn't bother to correct her. Indeed, his interest on the two men wasn't recent, in contrary. Yet he still hasn't found the courage to try to make contact. Instead, he cut off the gas and replied: "Chills! There is a letter in one of the baby bags with a name, and I wanna know of it matches."

"Why didn't you just, I don't know, knock?"

"Hey, don't be a smart-ass! I did, and there were no answer."

Sarah glimpsed at him and nodded "Okay, I am going, but then, I wanna eat, I'm starving!"

"Thanks"

He removed the pan's cover, reached for an unopened bottle of water, and noticed for the first time it was good for the baby. One less thing to worry about now.

He headed back to the living room, and looked at the kids, Pink was still sleeping, but Blue's eyes were opened.

Puck moved closer to the bassinet and using his softest voice, greeted "Hello, little boy" The baby didn't move, he barely blinked. Puck placed himself where the kid should be able to see him. He took a moment to wonder if a baby so young could actually see, before presenting himself. "I'm Puck and I will take care of you until your daddy arrived, is that's okay?"

"You realize, he won't answer you, right?"

Puck jumped, once again, he had been so captured by the little creature, he didn't hear her coming back.

"I know, but it looks like the thing to do. He must be scared, he doesn't know me or you nor the place. So, were there a name?"

"Three, actually. S. Lopez, S. Evans and K. Hummel"

He sighed, relieved. "The latest. The letter is for some Kurt's fellow. "

Sarah shrugged "Okay, well, I'll let you play house, I told you I was hungry."

He stared at his sister left the room and turned his attention back to the young boy.

"I think, we should change your nappy while your sister is still in dreams' land. What do you think?"

Blue blinked and moved his finger. What Puck considered as an agreement. Carefully, he opened the sleeping sack, slid a hand under the baby's bottom and the other under his head. Still, as cautionary, he brought him against his chest. Fuck, he was so small! And so fucking light, and his eyes were focused on his. Those huge blue eyes, which made him shiver. Moved, he gulped and walked toward the blue changing table.

Shit, he should have looked for tips on how to change a nappy. He'd never done that before. With Beth, he only got to hold her for what? Five minutes.
Whatever, it shouldn't be too hard, after all, people did it every day and it's not like the nappy had lots of different ways to be pasted.

Without a second thought, he put the baby on the table and began to open the pajamas. The press-stud were between his legs, he continued with the body suit's one and took a deep breathe.

Ok, here we go.

He pulled the clothes a bit higher, until he saw the stickers, there, he unhooked the first one, the second and received a confirmation: Blue was indeed a boy. . . And he froze.
His jaw dropped "Boy, damn what the hell do you have here?"

"Booh, you said a bad word in front a baby, that's mean!"

"I didn't say it to him, but look at that... Thing!"

He heard Sarah getting closer " Yuk, you are right, it's that stuff?"

"I think you should get the computer on the coffee table and look for the baby's belly button."

He put the nappy back on, to avoid being vetted in case Blue pee, and waited.

"Yuk, that's just plain disgusting. Blue's one is kind of not too ugly compared to this one. But I am with you: that's his navel."

Puck stared at the purple stump a minute, that thing must need special care... Whatever, he will pass for the moment. One missing ministration shouldn't be too bad.

Hopefully.

He grabbed some wipes, took the wet nappy out, put it in the bag and cleaned the little boy. He seized a nappy, observed it a moment before to open and slip it under Blue's bottom.

He managed to put everything back without too much problem, and when he held Blue in his arms rather proud.

"Look at that, baby boy, you're all clean! We made a fuc... I mean We made a brilliant job together."

Sarah giggled softly

"What?"

"Nothing. It's just, you are funny with him. "

"Is Pink still sleeping?"

"Yep. Looks like she sleeps like a log."

"Good thing cause you know what will happen if she wake up?"

"No?"

"You will take care of one of them. "

"Hey! You are the one who 'd got stray baby, you take care of them!"

Puck shrugged and nodded " Okay, but be aware that babies cry. "

Blue twisted in his arms, Puck immediately turned his attention to him. The newborn had the forehead and the nose all crinkled.

"Hey kid, what's the matter? You are clean and everything!" but of course he didn't receive any answer, except the twisting increased.

"Hungry?"

"What?"

"I said he was perhaps hungry. I am not very happy, when I am hungry. "

"YES! You are truly a genius... Can you carry him for a bit?"

"Carry him?"

"Yes, while I get the bottle ready?" Silent spoke volume. "Come on Sarah, if you don't I will put him back in the bassinet, he is gonna cry and wake up Pink and then, we will have two crying babies!"

"I don't know how to do that. I've never seen a baby from so close before and he is very very tiny!"

"I didn't see a lot of them either. Just Beth, and only for a very short time. Don't worry, you stay on the couch. One rule: hold his head because it's too heavy for him. I'll be back in a clap."

She didn't seem convinced, but settled comfortably on the couch, laying her arms on the armrest and breathe "Okay, Let's do that thing."

Once the kid was placed correctly, Puck waited two seconds and demanded "You're good?"

"Yeah, but be quick."

Puck rushed to the kitchen, his notes in the hands. He read them once again and began to action: hand wash, wash table. Not having the clips they talked about on the website, he used cutleries to prepare. After some hesitations, he decided to get Pink's bottle ready as well. The little girl shouldn't stay asleep for a lot longer.

He listened to the murmur coming from the other room, and since there was no alarming sound he continued. He didn't know what baby eats, quantitatively speaking, so he stared at the table on the box before deciding on the second smallest.

Finishing wasn't long after that, and he was soon back in the living room.

"You okay?"

"Yes, he is so small..."

"Yes, isn't it weird? Imagine, we were short like that."

He took the baby back, and sat. Something else he should have searched. Undecided, he ended up by holding Blue like he did before, in the crook of his arm. As soon as he got the teat close to Blue's lips, the kid grabbed it and started to pull on it. Smiling, Puck observed the voracious emptied his bottle, fearing that there was not enough.
Soon, Pink started to move. "Shit. "

"Boo, bad word!"

"Well, sorry, but she is waking up!"

"Good luck, I've homework. " Sarah's sang as she stood up.

"You are evil!"

An evil laugh by a way of response followed Sarah's departure. To juggle between the two kids ended up less complicated than he first thought. Of course Blue was kind enough to fall back to sleep before finishing his bottle so it helped.

Since then, time flew, and he was only remembering that they, also, had to eat, when the front door opened.

"Can you imagine that: they didn't have my cheese bread today! I was like, what the fuck? I always buy one on Wednesday... What is that?"

Puck didn't have to look at Seb to know what the 'that' in question was. "Babies."

"Thank you my dear, I would have never guessed without your help. Why are there babies in my living room? I hate babies."

"No, no you don't. You never meet a baby in your life. I think they are the neighbors'. "Sebastian, sat beside him on the couch, staring at the sleeping babies"You think?"

"Hey Seb did you see Noah's strays?"

"Hey! People are not strays!"

"Dude, you can't keep every baby you found, that's a fucking crime! What if you get sent back to jail!"

"I am not keeping them, okay? And it's not like I've kidnapped them or anything. They were on our front step when I arrived this afternoon. You mean, should I have let them there?"

"You should have called the police."

"I just couldn't do that. And, no I still can't, not now!"

"Oh really, why is that? Because I'll tell you one thing: if you don't have cast-iron-excuse and very quickly, I will call them myself."

Sebastian's tone was glacial, and a bit scary, yet Puck didn't let it scare him off. He had never been afraid of his best friend and he sure wouldn't start now.

"I told you, I think that's our neighbor's kids. How could I sell them to the pigs?"

"That's what happen to people who don't take care of their children well. They left them out there, don't you think they will be better somewhere else?"

"That's the thing: I don't think they are aware that the babies were here. There is a letter in one of the bags. For some Kurt's guy. Most probably the mother didn't tell him she was pregnant. I can't bring myself to call the cops. I need to give him a chance to be a dad to his kids."

They stared at each other for a while, then Seb diverted his gaze. Usually, Puck was the first cracked, urging to laugh, but not this time.

"Okay. I give you two days to find that Kurt, but then, I bring them to the police station."

Puck wasn't happy, but he knew that he wouldn't get a better offer from his friend, at least, not now. He peeked inside the cribs, and they were still asleep. Once again he said to himself that they were probably very young.

"I will see if they arrived."

But the door remained closed It was the same the next day, and the one after that. When Sebastian left for work that morning, he warned him.

"If they are not there tonight, I'll take Blue and Pink to the police station. Don't forget it."


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