Rachel didn't know what to do. Sitting beside her were her two children and the only men outside her immediate family that knew of them. Approaching her was the best friend of the father of said children. She could say quite honestly; she was screwed.

Natalie didn't know to be happy, for the fact that this man had obviously known her mother before the pregnancy, or worried, because all the color had drained from her mother's face and the man approaching looked positively murderous.

Kurt was nervous. Out of all the old Glee club members still living in Lima, Puck was the least to be understanding about the current situation. Not only was he Finn's best friend (a fact that had remained despite the years), but had his own child kept from him and had reacted most violently in that scenario as well.

Both Blaines, for the most part, were completely calm about the situation. One, because he mostly interested in what the man could let slip about his mother's high school years. Another because, even while going to McKinley, had never gotten to know Puck quite as well as the two other adults.

The man stopped a few inches short of the table. Blaine prayed he wouldn't cause a scene.

"What the hell, Rachel?" Puck didn't yell. She wasn't sure whether that was a good sign or not, Rachel could feel her face flushing with a mixture of shame and embarrassment and she looked away from him. Kurt gently pushed her and she slid over, giving room for Puck to sit. She hoped he would give her time to explain; judging from the look he gave her as he sat, shifting his daughter to his lap, she doubted it.

"Noah, I can explain…" she fought for the right word; 'This' didn't quite fit, not when they were discussing people and 'them' sounded like she didn't care for her children, which was not the case. "everything." She decided, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt, "the children." She clarified.

"I don't need explaining about that part." Rachel couldn't tell if the roughness came from forcing his voice quieter than normal or from withheld anger; she was too afraid to find out. Puck continued without deterrent, "I knew before you left." Despite her fears, Rachel's head shot up then. Puck was looking intently at Natalie and Blaine as he spoke; drinking in the sight of the children he never got to meet.

"….Sorry?" Puck turned to Rachel then and she was surprised to see an unusual tenderness in his face. The words sank in and she immediately turned towards Kurt. He raised his hands and shook his head, silently telling her he had not told Puck and as such, had no idea he knew. Before she could round on Blaine, Puck spoke up again.

"They didn't tell me." Rachel turned back to him, an eyebrow raised in mild surprise; it was common knowledge that high school Puck was only interested in one thing and that was not people watching. Puck glared, offended by her response, before speaking again. "I did get a girl pregnant in high school you know; I could recognize the damn signs. I mean, shit Berry, you putting on weight is like Kurt putting on a plaid sweater vest. It just doesn't happen. Add the non-explicable barfing and over-the-top emotions, and you got yourself a bun in the oven. Make that two for you." He added, eyeing the twins again. He added, eyeing the twins again. They gapped at him, surprised by his forwardness.

"Must you be so crude, Noah?" Rachel asked, glaring at the offending man. Puck merely smirked, leaned in towards her and whispered into her ear. Rachel turned red from embarrassment and pushed him away from her. "That was years ago! And I was in a bad place!" Pick simply laughed, easily sliding back into his usual demeanor.

"Your pretty excuses doesn't explain the first time Berry. You know you wanted me." Rachel's icy comment about only wanting him because his wife had been with the man she actually wanted caused the smirk to slip from his face. The lull in the biting conversation was apt opportunity for the twins.

"Who was the guy you really wanted?" the twins ignored the amused smiles their godfathers got every time they talked in unison, eyes intent on Puck and Rachel. The silence and guilty, shifty-eyed expressions (the guilt partially for forgetting they were there) were enough of answer to their question.

"So your wife dated our dad?" Natalie was the first to make the connection, firing the question at Puck, correctly assuming he would be the weaker target.

"I never said that."

"You didn't have to," Natalie responded. Puck shot a quick 'help me!' look at an equally nervous looking Rachel. Rachel's daughter was just like her mother had been at her age, strong-willed, intelligent, and determined; in other words, absolutely terrifying. Puck told her that (minus the terrifying part, he didn't feel like being slapped) in hopes of deflecting the conversation to other topics. Natalie was not fooled, "Yes, did you know you didn't answer my question, Noah?" Mini-Rachel was quick to respond.

"Yeah, but considering your mother just might murder me if I made finding your father that damn easy, I'm not going to." Mimi-Rachel had the same crest-fallen look her mother had worn and he almost caved, murderous ex or not. It would seem however, mini-Rachel was only half the problem.

"What did you say your last name was?" the question was stated carefully. Blaine had learned from his godfather that to gain useful information, it was best to ask the questions in indirect ways that made it seem that he was merely interested in the person.

"I didn't, why?" short and suspicious. Blaine played the child-t-adult card.

"Because my mother always taught me and my sister to address adults with 'Mr.' or 'Mrs.' and their last name unless otherwise asked. We can't do that if we only know your first name." he prayed he was the only one to see the smirk Uncle Blaine sent his way, otherwise it would be obvious.

"You can just deal with calling me Puck. I don't deal with all the polite bullshit, anyway." Puck didn't know if mini-Finn had inherited his mother's intelligence or his father's lack-there-of but he wasn't taking any chances.

"Don't you have to be going, Noah? No need to keep the misses waiting, is there?" Rachel politely cut in and gestured to the waitress that had been standing with his take-out for a good ten minutes. To say that she was relieved that Puck already knew of her children was an understatement but she still did not want to have the painful conversation they would undoubtedly come to and especially not in front of her children.

With a promise erected from Rachel about the situation at a more private time (twins heard it as 'without the children'), Puck was gone. Rachel sighed in relief, sliding into her seat further before gaining her bearings and sitting ram-rod straight again. Her children giggled at her and she shot them a glare. They immediately looked away, Natalie daintily cutting a piece of her spinach and cheese ravioli, Blaine shoving more chicken cacciatore in his mouth. Rachel sighed again.

"Finish eating and we will go home. We need to have a talk." She had never seen her children eat faster in her life.


Short, I know, but I wanted to save the talk for next chapter, because I think it would fit better in that one. I kind of have an idea as to where the story will go from here, but really I'm just playing by ear. Also think you all (meaning the 10 or so people who actually read this continually) are lucky because originally I was only going to update one chapter a week. Now its one a day. VERY lucky. I kind of liked how I did Puck (him knowing and all that jazz) but I could use your input about it. Until next time, then.