I can't believe how much Puckurt goes on in my head. It makes me depressed that my kurtofsky isn't working as quickly. But then after that huge blow up at the end of chapter four i've been kinda stuck. Deep emotions are kinda hard to work with, bitchiness just comes out naturally. So all of those reading both and waiting for the Kurtofsky fic... All I can say is sorry, and eventually something'll come to mind. I'm just stuck in limbo with them. Kinda like their relationship... Not moving forward yet not moving back. Sigh, hopefully Puckurt can make some magic happen. So stay patient with me and keep commenting, I love to hear from you. Questions, suggestions, and plain demands are always fun to play with. Send me a prompt if you ever get a kick. I'd like to do a one shot but I always end up writing too much.
WARNINGS: Profanity, violence, bullying, possible MxM action, grammar and spelling mistakes
PS: As I've mentioned before in my other fanfic that English very USA, so I apologize if I use any terms that are confusing to my other English Counterparts. I borrow bloody hell once in a while, but then I'm pretty sure everyone has the same opinion of that expletive.
Disclaimer: The fabulous glee does not belong to me. I just love me some fanfic.
Chapter 7
Dave approached me the next day after our talk last week and talked to me. In fact, he'd really opened up. In fact, he ended up breaking down in the middle of the hallway after admitting I was right. I wasn't able to get him to go talk to me somewhere more private without help. He just stood there bawling. It took both Noah and Finn dragging him into the choir room for us to get some privacy. Damn that boy was big.
After huge emotional explosion he's gotten better, kind of. This startled the guys and we ended up having to have the whole disucssion again. So after Finn and Noah heard what Dave say he'd try better for Kevin and found out exactly who Kevin was and what happened they'd both reacted according to their nature. Noah pounded on the bag in the gym for half the day, and nearly beat the shit out of a jock who shoved Dave (playfully not angrily), while Finn pretty much followed both Dave and me around the next few days crying and pretty much freaking out on anyone who approached us with a frown. Weepy Finn and enraged Noah was a scary combination. Finn has pretty much latched onto Dave since then and was actually really supportive when Dave came out to the rest of the school. He actually punched and fought a few guys on the football and hockey team when they tried to mess with Dave. Finn the ever kind doofus, pretty much turned into a rather protective puppy around him. Noah's actually been acting pretty similar, even though I've had to haul him away more than once to prevent a return trip to juvie, something neither of us want or need. Both boys have taken to walking and hanging out with us nonstop, they even got Matt and Mike to do the same.
Nobody dared to mess with us, and the normal interactions between us seem to calm most of the more chill guys. Like hey, the homos aren't going to try and rape us. Really the neanderthals actually went up the evolutionary ladder a bit. Of course they're still pretty skeptical and nervous around us when we're in the locker room. They tried to talk to us about showering in the girl's Dave had to haul me away from that one. I nearly bitch slapped the former kicker then. He's such a douche. Yet somehow that Friday, with all the growth and paranoid friends, I ended up in this stupid situation, confronted and corned by the hormonal nightmare that is the pregnant Quinn Fabray.
"What can I help you with?" I say coldly standing stiffly in the corner she's backed me into. Her blond hair, while perfect still, looks too perfectly stilled for a normal person. There's a feral glint in her eyes and her nails are longer and shaped so their more pointed and the polish is positively too dark for her skin tone, ew. I really wasn't happy about being cornered right after Glee when all I wanted was to get in my car and get a latte from Starbucks but I was waiting to see what crazy pregnant girl wanted.
"Nothing, I want you to leave Finn and Puck alone," she snarls. I have to hold back a sigh. Really, popularity drama? She wasn't anywhere near the top of the food chain being a pregnant cheerleader and all that. Most girls treated her like the bitch she was and avoided her. When you went hormonal more than a few times on the poor fucks in school you really didn't get to play the whole 'I'm a sweet virginal girl next door' card. I tune back into the argument. She's ranting about how I need to leave them alone right?
"And why would I do that?" I drawl examining my fingernails a bit before taking out my file to shape them. She slaps it out of my hand and steps closer pushing her finger into my chest.
"Because I'm the queen of this damn school, not you! You won't take my place! Not on the Cheerios, not with my boyfriend," Finn's dumped you already ho, I think, and you better not be refering to Noah or I'll rip out every blond hair out of your stupid head, while she continues, "and definitely not in this school!" She growls. "I'm Quinn Fabray and you're the fag at the bottom of the barrel." Yes because pregnant bitch was so much more popular than the nice gay kid, I think darkly. "You shouldn't even be here. They should have shipped you away somewhere to get fixed. You're absolutely worthless." This is far more amusing than I thought it would be and I end up laughing in her face. She steps back shocked at the stream of tears that happen from me laughing so hard. I straighten after a few minutes of uncontrollable laughter and snicker while saying.
"Please, bitch, you aren't the boss of me. You're nothing to me Quinn. Or should I say Lucy Caboosy?" She pales and steps back. I smile cruelly. "You're nothing but a pregnant, hormonal, self-righteous bitch with poor self-image and pathetic insecurities. You can't even take care of your own child, let alone you nail colors. Seriously? That pink with your skin tone? You're pitiable. You are a unfortunate mess who barely was able to scrape her way to the top and was not secure in her power." I step forward and she backs up even more. I laugh again, and bitingly state, "I'm glad Puck's the father because the poor child in your stomach deserves someone so amazing when they have you as their mother. You call people ugly and fat when you were exactly like them in middle school. You act so smart but you're barely getting on the honor roll, and don't think I don't know how you bribed the English teacher to retake the midterms so you could score a higher grade, and then bribed some of the A/V guys to hack into the school mainframe and bump up the score when you failed to get a higher grade."
"Ho-how do you know that?" She squeaks out. I brush my hair out of my face with a sharp chin tilt and smooth flick with my beautifully manicured finger tips.
"Please bitch, Artie was one of my closest friends before he started going out with our mutual friend Tina. Just because we didn't advertise we knew each other doesn't mean we don't talk and gossip." I say snidely. The bitch truly didn't know who she was messing with. Really? Trying to attack me when she didn't have a prayer? Pathetic. I snort in derision before saying, "I don't even know why you're preventing Puck from seeing his baby girl. You don't want her. I remember hearing you during the first couple of months, the only reason you're still pregnant is because you don't believe in abortion. You don't love that beautiful girl, you don't even love yourself. You love the persona you pretend to be. You're nothing but a bigoted, asexual parasite who enjoys bullying those who were the same as she was but are happy. Because that's something you can never be without making someone else feel bad or have someone fighting over you. You are miserable, in fact, you are the blond, slightly prettier version of Myrtle from Harry Potter." I reach over and stroke her cheek, and ask her sweetly, "You know what would make you happy?"
"What?" Is her dazed response.
"Not having this baby, giving it up. You don't want it or care for it. Give it up to someone who truly wants it. I have someone who'd love that baby. Noah loves the baby but he isn't financially secure enough for her as of yet. The person I have for the baby would create the perfect solution. You'd just need to sign away your rights and let me do everything. Do you think you could do that Lucy?" I say cruelly kind. She nods and I say, "Then come to my house tonight and I'll handle everything." She nods again before turning away and running down the hall opposite of me.
I watch her go before turning and walking around the corner and slam right into Noah. I stumble back and glare at him before saying, "What the hell, why didn't you tell me you were there!" I shove the loose strands of hair that flopped into my eyes.
"I thought you were getting me my daughter," he says angrily. I repress the hurt that bubbles up when he glares at me.
"I am," I snap back bitchily. I was planning on tell him the plan this weekend so he'd have the option but it looked like we'd have to discuss it today.
"Then why are you getting someone else to adopt her?" He roars at me. It shakes me and I slap him, hard. So hard he actually stumbles back a few steps. He touches his cheek and I bite my lip to hold back more tears. I swipe angrily at my eyes while focusing on his stunned but still furious face. I point a finger in his face and jab it back and forth.
"Don't think you know everything I've done and planned," I screech at him. "I love you, Noah, you're a dear dear friend, but we both know you aren't in a place to take care of her fully. Both you and your mother are already over worked trying to keep a roof over your family's heads. I'm doing something that'll keep your baby near you and you should know I would do whatever it took to keep that baby with you and make both you and her happy. The fact you don't understand that after this last month hurts me. So fuck you Noah, fuck you and your stupidity. Fuck you and your damn stupid assed conclusions! I don't need this shit from you! If I want to be judged wrongly I'll go find some homophobic hockey player! If you don't care how much I love you Noah, fine! But don't you dare presume to think you know everything else when you can't try to know or remember that!" I shove him hard and stalk away. Reaching the door leading to the outside, I turn back and we moodily stare at one another. "If you want to know what I planned then come to my house the same time Quinn is. It'll be explained then. I love you Noah, you're my best friend. You're the person who holds almost as large a chunk of my heart as my parents. But don't you dare think I won't cut all ties with you if you or I fuck this up! Don't make me regret this Noah. Don't go back to being Puck the bully, because I won't take it this time. I'll end it, and you." I yank the door open and the resounding slam of me closing it can be heard throughout the school I bet.
...o0O0o...
I'm not the nicest dude in the world, this I totally know. I'm a jerk. A badass who should eat dirt, not piss on his best friend. I shuffle out of my car and knock on Kurt's door. Burt, who I'm still slightly scared of, opens the door abruptly. I can hear some yelling coming from the living room and wince when I recognize Kurt and Quinn's voices.
"Bitch if you don-" I hear Kurt's high voice screeching before a loud slap resonates through the house. I glance at Burt who seems to be focused on inching further away from the room where the yelling is coming from, I don't blame him, I want to back out of here right now. However, after pissing off Kurt, I owe it to him to hear him out. Sighing, I go to face the inevitable.
"Listen to me gay boy! There's no way I'll le-" I hear before I step into the room. I see Quinn and Kurt squaring off in the middle of the room. I feel more than a little nervous when both swing and glare at me. Kurt's eyes soften and I feel myself relax a bit before Quinn's flying at me and beating my chest with her tiny fists. "I won't allow it Noah! I won't!" She shrieks.
"I don't know what's going on Quinn so I don't know what you won't allow!" I bellow at her. She steps back shocked then whirls and screams at Kurt.
"You didn't tell him you wanted to adopt my daughter into your faggot family?" She storms back towards him and I stare at him shocked.
"I hadn't brought it up because I didn't have everything prepared yet, you stupid bitch!" Kurt loftily snaps back. He tips his nose in the air and glares down at her, "Really Quinn, I know you're going to be a wrinkly old bitch in about twenty years but you don't have to practice for it right now. Seriously those frown lines on your forehead are horrendous." She gasps and slaps her forehead. She looks at him unsteadily. Kurt always had a way of controlling the bitchier girls in Glee and at school. He holds a pen out and says softly almost kindly, "Sign them Lucy, and go find your own happiness. Sign it, and we'll both get what we want and need." She huffs, takes the pen then walks jerkily over to the pieces of paper on the coffee table. She signs and writes out a few things before throwing the pen down with a loud slap.
"Happy? I've signed away my rights. I'm not the mother and the baby is up for adoption to a one Burt Hummel. I just hope she doesn't end up screwed up because of her faggot brother!" She shoves me as she storms out of the room and Kurt'ss father follows her out to her car to make sure she gets in safely at Kurt's nod. He glances at me before turning to the paperwork on the table and checking it over.
"That was your plan... You want to adopt my baby girl," I say slowly. Kurt glances back up at me and then walks over. He reaches out then stops, dropping his hand and looking at me nervously.
"I know your financial situation isn't the best Noah, plus with your risk of returning to juvie if you slip up makes it harder to fight Quinn on any future custody battles. I thought this would be a good way for you to have the baby near and eventually if you wanted to adopt her you'd be able to. Plus you'd know the family and be there for her every step of the way when she's growing up." Kurt says softly. I reach out and pull him close. He hesitates briefly, then wraps his arms around me tightly. "Don't be mad." He whispers. "You can refuse the adopting papers and still keep the baby." He hugs me tighter and I hug him hard back. I release him and step back. He looks at me a little worried and a lot more scared. I stroke his hair, neither of us caring about how I'm messing it up. The strands are soft and I twist them around my fingers a few times.
"I don't know Kurt, I'm hurt that you didn't mention this sooner. But I'm also grateful that you'd do that for me. I..I just don't know what I'm thinking right now. I know you love the baby almost as much as I do and... I just can't process it. I have to go. I'll talk to you later. Do-don't get rid of the adoption papers but I need to talk to my mom and think some things through. I-I'll call you later okay? Or I'll tell you tomorrow or something." I say shakily. I watch the tears fill his eyes then spill slowly down his pale cheeks, I wipe them away with the back of my finger and he leans into the touch briefly. Then his face turns emotionless and he steps back. He gives me a half-hearted smile and whispers.
"No matter what you choose Noah, I'll support you, just don't hate me after you make your choice. I couldn't bear to lose you." His voice is harsh and choked. He spins and bolts from the room. I hear his door slam and turn and see Burt watching me tiredly from the doorway.
"You okay buddy?" He asks before reaching over and giving my shoulder a squeeze. I feel tears build up and they're rolling down my face. I shake my head and whisper.
"I need to go home and figure this shit out. I know Kurt's smart and considered everything, but... I just wish he'd told me about this before now..." Burt squeezes my shoulder and says.
"He wasn't the one to bring it up, well to be honest, to come up with this option, I was. He was worried about your financial situation and all the juvie crap and mentioned the custody battles you might have to go through so I told him that you needed to consider adoption. He nearly beat me when I said that. He was yelling all sorts of things like you'd be the perfect father and there was no way you'd want to put up your baby for adoption. That'd he'd do everything to make sure you kept your baby. Then I asked if he'd be good with adopting the baby into our family for you and he froze. He said he didn't know. He said he didn't know if that'd be good enough for you and your family. Then he walked out and spent the next three days with music blasting out of him room. I didn't even see him eat. I saw extra tubs of ice cream in the trash cans. Ones I'm sure I never bought. They were all the cheap kind from the convenience store near by. I think he's been sneaking fast food in, he's so stressed. He finally brought it back up about three days ago. He said he didn't want to do anything til he talked to a few lawyers. He got the paperwork just in case, but he also had the one's drawn up for your sole custody, and Quinn's signed those as well." He releases my shoulder, goes to the table, and flips through the paperwork and shows me a stapled group. I stare at it dumbly. He touches my shoulder again, and states, "Kurt wants what makes you happiest. He's tried to consider all the options and he was going to invite you over this Saturday to discuss it with you, had diagrams and a slide show, but Quinn cornered him earlier and set him off. My boy has a temper and he usually keeps it under wraps but she really set him off. I guess he has some issues with her as well. They used to be close before the whole paternity thing came to light. He's still fighting Mercedes over it. I've had to get her number banned from the home phone and Kurt's been contemplating getting a new number because Mercedes won't leave him alone. She's actually dared to come over to the house and has ambushed him a few times. She's so possessive of him and is pulling all kinds of shit. It makes him angry and hurt. I guess I'm trying to say he's been under a lot of stress, and he may not have handled this all that well, but you've been the center of his world this last month or so, so please don't be so hard on him. He's trying, but he's just like you, he's only sixteen." I nod and we exchange farewells. I walk out of the house and see the flutter of Kurt's basement curtains in his window. I see his sad pale face before he backs out of eyesight letting the curtains drop, hiding him from the world, from me. Heavy hearted I climb into my truck and turn it on.
As I drive home I'm assailed by thoughts and feelings. I know and can understand what Kurt's thinking and I feel bad for jumping him so harshly, and then knowing he was going to talk to me about it before Quinn had jumped him I feel even worse. I reach my house and park in the driveway. I turn off the engine and stare blankly out the windshield, overwhelmed. I stay like that for about an hour before I'm startled out of my revelry by a slight knock on the window. I glance over and see my mother standing there worriedly looking me over.
"Hey Ma," I say, rather surprised that she's there.
"Why are you sitting out here in your truck snookums?" She asks, "What's wrong? Did something bad happen at school? Is it about the baby? Is there something wrong with the baby?" My mother hadn't been that surprised about the baby, but she'd also been pretty worried over what exactly it meant for the both of us. She'd been worried about the money and actually being able to take care of the kid since we both work so much. I was taking on the maximum hours allowed and she was working two shifts at the hospital and trying to get a third. Sarah was spending the nights more and more at my aunt's house or at Finn's since we weren't around that much. Thank goodness for Carole on that point. Kurt took her some nights but he was even busier in someways because of Cheerios, school, Glee, and work. He took on another job as a receptionist and had bullied me into letting him help pay for things. Remembering what Kurt had done and that he offered to adopt my baby girl I started crying. My mother, shocked by this, didn't waste any time. She yanks the truck door open and pretty much drags me out, into the house, into the living room and onto her lap. She's a tiny thing and I try to get off. She doesn't allow it and merely wraps her arms around me tighter and starts to rock me.
"Ssh, baby, ssh, don't cry. It'll be fine. Don't cry. Everything is going to be fine." She says over and over. I feel everything come swelling up and it's bursting out of me. She listens to the months of anguish of being ignored, how supportive Kurt's been, how I had missed Finn and how we were friends again, what Kurt had thought up and how Quinn absolutely sucked. She rocked me and eventually I slide out of her lap and lean hard against her shoulder, my head tucked under her chin. She rubs my back and I can tell she's thinking things over.
"Well... I was already grateful to Kurt before this, but I'm practically ready to adopt the boy now. He's a really good friend to you baby." She says and I nod tiredly. "Though I kinda wished he hadn't mentioned the adoption route and was worried about us financially. I can provide for us well enough."
"He knows that ma, but he also knows it's tough. He doesn't want to hurt our family's pride and while he's not super well off, he understands that it'll be hard for us to raise a baby. Hell he mentioned my juvie rap sheet and I have to admit it's something I hadn't considered before. I also know that we're so busy we might not be the best people to take care of the kid. We'd be so busy and Sarah's already stuck at Aunt Rachelle's house because we're always working. How could we do that to a baby?" I say. The thoughts and consequences sinking in. I wanted the baby, but was I really able to handle all the needs the baby had? It'd be different if I had a partner to help me but Quinn wanted nothing to do with it. You have Kurt, some part of my subconscious whispers which I have to agree with, Kurt's been astonishingly supportive and was always there. But to ask him to help raise a kid that wasn't even his by blood or family... Your daughter would be family if Burt adopted her like he offered, the voice whispers again. I straighten and feel my eyebrows drop down over my eyes.
"Ma... I told you about the adoption option right?" I glance at her as I say this.
"Oh honey, you don't have to. We can figure something out." She gushes. I wince, I'd told her that Kurt had mentioned that he had a family, just not which family it was.
"Ma... Kurt's dad offered to adopt the baby." I whisper.
"He what?" She exclaims. "Baby, you didn't say anything about Burt wanting to adopt the baby!"
"He brought it up with Kurt a week ago and Kurt freaked. It took him three days to calm down and think it through. He got in touch with a lawyer and was going to talk to me about it this weekend but Quinn went all psycho bitch and he blew up and I over heard and then he had us both come over... It was pretty crazy to be honest. The guy's been trying to help and hold everything together but he's still getting picked on by people at school, and the Cheerios and Glee have been running him ragged, and he's been trying to help another gay kid who's still getting over loosing the person he's been in love with for like ever but got beaten to death and..." I trail off remembering how much Kurt's doing and how I just blew up like a colossal ass. Kurt always did everything considering others, how'd they react, and if it was best for them,never him.
"Goodness, it sounds like Kurt's been doing everything and anything these last few weeks." My mother comments and I can't help but nod. Kurt's been awe-inspiring, exhausted and snippy a lot of the time, but impressive none the less. She pauses and we mull over a few things. "Honey," mom starts, "I want you to know if we kept the baby we'd definitely figure out something. Whether it'd be you quitting your job and having to tighten our belts, we'd definitely do whatever we needed. However... This adoption offer..."
"It'd make a lot of things better and easier in a way. Although Kurt's busy, Burt and he would be able to handle the baby and I'd be able to help. I mean, Quinn's already signed away rights and doesn't have to pay money or anything. Kurt has two jobs and though he won't say anything I think he's already been putting aside even more money for the baby. I saw him hiding this finance book the other day when I came over unexpectedly. He's also been taking all those baby classes with me... I mean, if Kurt was a girl I'd be asking him to be my girlfriend and to be the mother of my kid. But he isn't and he's my best friend. He's... I don't know. Vital to me or something stupidly cheesy like that."
"Do you think you want them to adopt the baby?" My mom asks. I look at her, and I know if I decided on keeping the baby she'd do anything to make sure the family was happy, safe, and secure. I also know that we had nowhere near enough time to take care of the baby, not the way it needed to be. If the baby was taken in by Kurt and his family a lot of things would become a lot easier. I'd still have my child but wouldn't have so many worries over money and care-giving. I felt so bad, like I was taking the easier route but I still had to talk to my mom about it.
"I think, it's not that I want them to... But more that I need them to. Which makes me mad and sad. I want my child. I want her. But this might be the best way to have her, and have her be happy." I say before crying again. My baby was mine. But she was about to be somebody else's too because I was a fuck up. My mom hugs me again.
"Ssh, it's hard right now, but we'll get everything handled." She murmurs. "I think Burt's offer is very kind and it'd be an almost perfect solution. Kurt's reasonably close by and you'll have her in the same town and area without having to work yourself to death for her best. She'd get her best and still be yours. Maybe you can adopt her back later on. I bet they'll let you pick out any name and use our last name or maybe we'll get it hyphenated since they're willing to do so much. Don't worry everything will be fine. You'll see baby, things are always getting better." I lean against my mother and just keep smelling her in. She smells like flowers and the hospital. The smell of flowers makes me think of pale hands, soft blue-green-gray eyes and chestnut hair carefully styled. They make me miss Kurt, and I think of what he does and what he's offered to do. I see him holding my baby girl, cuddling her close and looking up to greet me when I come in to hold her. Reaching out to my baby when she's bigger and is running into his arms. I can see him swinging her in the air. I imagine their laughter and both of them calling out to me. I close my eyes and accept that my baby girl is going to be related and loved by my best friend. Someone who loves me almost second to none. The person who calls me blood but isn't my brother. I feel tears leak out and admit to myself that Kurt adopting my baby into his family and letting me be her father from the side in love and emotion, but not name, is the best possible thing for all of us.
"I'm going to let Burt adopt her." I say quietly into my mother's shoulder. I feel her tense as I relax into the thought. "I love her. And I'll always be her father, I'll be there with Kurt while they raise her with me. I'll love that baby girl. But I won't have her live with me until I graduate high school and college and have everything perfect for her. I won't put her at a disadvantage. I'll love her, and my best friend who loves me more than I love myself will love her just as much. I just... I just wish I was able to be there every single day, every second, and every minute." She hugs me close and murmurs.
"Okay, sweetie. I think that's what's going to make you and her sad for a little while, but happiest in the long run." My mother says while she strokes my head.
"They're going to spoil her rotten." I mutter already imagining the numerous tea parties and frilly dresses Kurt's going to put on her.
"Yeah, well, at least we don't have to worry about boys. Burt'll scare them off with that shotgun of his." My mother says humor in her voice. I laugh and sit up.
"You've seen that?"
"I've heard about it you mean. Burt and I were discussing what was the best way to deter horny teens and asked if cleaning his shotgun in front of them was a good enough deterrent." I laugh harder, perfectly picturing that. Hell, I've had him answer the door with that shotgun.
"I won't have to worry about it then, but if she's anything like me she'll be climbing out of her window at night to get into trouble. I'll have to have the sex talk before she even hit's puberty." I wince at that thought. "God, mom do you think you could do the whole tampon thing? I really don't want to think about it and I don't think I'd be able to do it..." She laughs.
"I think we'll have to worry about potty training and her speaking first sweetheart. But sure. I'm her grandma after all." I hug her then stand.
"I'm going to call Kurt over." I say looking at the floor. She nods and I clamber up the stairs to my room. I dig my phone out and hit his number on speed dial.
"Hello?" I hear him say. His voice is rough and more than a little hoarse.
"Kurt?" I say softly back.
"Noah, hey... Was, was there something you wanted to say to me?" He asks quietly. I can hear the music in the background being muted. "Noah?" He says when I don't respond immediately.
"Co-could you come over?" I murmur and instantly feel bad when I hear his sharp intake of breath. "It's nothing bad," I rush to say, and I hear his breath swoosh out, "I just wanna say something, and it'd be better if it's face to face..."
"Oh, o-okay, uhm, do you need me to bring anything?" He inquires softly. I stop to think it over.
"Bring the papers, I think I know what I want... But I want to tell you face to face." I say back. I hear his soft consent and we exchange farewells and estimated time of arrivals. I stare at the wall across from my position on the bed. Not ten minutes later I hear the doorbell and my mother's soft welcome, I hear the soft pads and squeaks of someone light coming up the stairs and then the timid knock on the bed room door. I open it and look down at Kurt. He's pale, and his hair is slightly mussed. His eyes meet mine worriedly, and the grayness of them has pushed forward paling them even more. The grip on the papers is crinkling them slightly. I sweep him into my arms and bury my face in his neck. His wrap around my neck and I cry hard.
"I'm giving up my baby girl." I sob into his neck. He sobs back.
"I wish you didn't have to, I really wish you didn't have to. I promise that you'll be there every second that you can, I promise you'll always be her father. I'll promise anything for you two Noah, I promise I promise I promise." He wails back. I drag him into the room and collapse onto the bed with him in my lap. I bury my face in his chest. I keep hearing him whisper, "I'll do anything for you Noah, I promise, I promise I'll do anything. Don't worry baby boy, don't worry. Don't worry Noah. I love you, you're my best friend I'll make sure everything is perfect." I feel the light brush of his lips against my head and just hug him harder.
"I'm sorry I'm such an asshole. I'm sorry I forgot you want what's best for me. That you've been the best person in my life. I know if I was able to take care of my baby you'd be answering calls and babysitting her. I love you too man, you're my best friend. I'm such an asshole I don't know why you bother. I'm sorry. I know you'll do whatever it is to make my baby and I happy and together. I'm sorry for being such a dick. I'm sorry I can be such a screw up." He shoves me back and glares at me.
"Noah Puckerman you are not a screw up! You are amazing and while you've done some horrible things you try and make up for them everyday." He growls shaking my shoulders. He kisses me on the check, "You are amazing just the way you are. It is my honor knowing you and seeing you grow into an even more amazing man. Don't you dare insult my best friend. I'd have to kill you and that'd piss me off even more!" I chuckle weakly. He pulls me back against him, and is rubbing my back and pressing kisses against my head. I feel warmth spreading through my chest and I bury my face in his neck and breath him in. He smells of some light flower and oranges and boy. The slight muskiness surrounded by all that brightness sinks into my body. It burns a place in my heart that will always be associated with him, love, and comfort. I really don't know what I would do some days without Kurt Hummel. He's vital to me, like no one else was. Finn might have been my boy, but Kurt was my air.
A/N: Wow, okay... I finally got the baby adoption thing out. I feel like I've dragged this out a little too much. Really, I probably should have this battle at chapter five or six...Those of you wanting to hear more about this Dave don't worry I'm thinking up a one shot that's separate, I really couldn't devote a whole chapter to him and figuring his shit out. That would be the path to madness. I like setting up Finn as a protective puppy. Again, I'll slow it down and start getting back to bitchy Kurt. So all of those missing him, he'll be back and in full force soon, not that there wasn't plenty of Queen Kurt in this chapter. I just got to get him in straight fights again. Also I think I'll start playing with lesser character romances after the baby is born. Right now I want to focus on getting Beth up and running, it's sad to compare a baby to a car yes I know, but that's the only thing I can think to compare introducing her into the story as. Hopefully I'll crank out 8 before the weekend, as well as my other fanfic. I've really ignored it way too much. It's just Dave hasn't really been talking to me and Kurt's still silent and hurt... Shutting up now. Anyway, reviews are very much loved. I love questions, PMs and just general mayhem. I might have to rip Schuester and Figgins after the baby is born. There's also sectionals to deal with. Maybe Kurt gets in a fight with Schuester over the fact they don't have enough members and that Schuester is still pulling crap, idk. I'll have it out.
Seeing you in future chapters, please stay patient with me,
Amni