Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.

Stephen led Puck straight up the stairs as soon as the boy got there. "She still hasn't come out." He explained. "Russell's been trying to reason with her but she just cries harder."

"What is he doing here?" Russell asked.

Puck felt his palms start to sweat again. Apparently, Russell didn't like him as much as Stephen did. "I… I'm just here to help." Puck told him. "Mr. Berry called and asked me if could try to talk to Rachel."

Russell looked like he didn't want to back down. He stood there, blocking Puck from Rachel's door, but eventually, after a pointed look from Stephen, moved to the side. Puck nodded in appreciation and wiped his palms on his pants before stepping forward. He brought his fist up and knocked lightly on her bedroom door. All he got was sobs in return.

"Rachel?" Puck called. "Come on, open the door." He sighed and glanced back at her fathers. He knocked a little harder this time and his voice was harsher. "Rach, open the door up now or I'm breaking it down." He waited a few seconds. "I'm not bluffing." He added and held his breath.

Finally, the door clicked, letting everyone know that Rachel had unlocked it and she slowly opened it. Puck was faced with a red-eyed Rachel, tears staining her cheeks, and it made his heart ache.

"Noah." She whimpered before hugging him.

He looked over at her dads and wrapped his arms around her, not sure what was going on. "Are you okay? Is the baby fine?" He asked in a rush.

"I'm fine." She nodded. "We're fine."

Puck pulled her over to the bed and sat them both down. "We'll give you some privacy." Stephen whispered and pulled Russell down the stairs, much to Russell's dismay.

"You want to tell me why you're crying?" Puck asked. "I just about pissed myself when your dad called, said you had barricaded yourself in your room and refused to talk to anyone. I left a kick-ass party to come see what was wrong with you." Okay, so the party had been lame but if his mother had taught him anything, it's how to use guilt to your advantage. "Rach?"

"I…" He saw the tears welling up in her eyes again and he quickly pulled her back against her chest.

"Shit, Berry, please don't cry. I hate when girls cry. It makes me feel weird." He frowned. "Calm down." He pleaded. "Tell me what has you so worked up so I can fix it. Did someone say something to you?"

"No." Rachel took a deep breath and pointed to the pile of skirts on her floor. "That."

Puck furrowed his brow. "You're crying because you couldn't find anything to wear?"

She shook her head fiercely. "They don't fit!" She sobbed.

He knew it was wrong but he couldn't help it when the hearty laugh escaped his throat. He felt bad for laughing at her. She was pregnant and hormonal; she probably couldn't help the tears that were taking over. The glare she shot him just made him feel worse.

"What is so funny?" She huffed. She seemed to be done crying, at least for now.

"You're crying because some damn skirts won't zip up?" He chuckled and gripped her hand. "You're so fucking adorable." He leaned forward to give her a quick peck on the lips. She seemed a little surprised by that but she was a good actress and quickly reigned in her emotions. "You're pregnant, Rachel."

"I'm fat." She pouted and crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes at him.

"Rachel…" His eyes softened and they darted down to her stomach. Ever so slowly, he reached down to grip the hem of her shirt and pulled it up.

"Noah." She whispered.

His eyes glanced up at her brown ones but just as quickly, they were back on her stomach. His hands grabbed her wrists and pulled her to her feet, moving her to stand between his legs in front of her. He swallowed thickly as the pad of his fingertips brushed over her swollen belly.

"That's our baby in there." He whispered lowly. "Can you feel it?"

Rachel licked her lips and eyed him carefully. "I can. I feel it." She replied; she just wasn't sure what exactly she was feeling. She moved to sit beside him on the bed and smiled hesitantly. "I'm tired, Noah." He nodded moving to leave but she caught his wrist. "Stay." She whispered. "Please?"

Puck chewed on the inside of his cheek and then caved. "Lay down." He told him and she did, letting him slide into the bed behind her.

His hand slipped under her shirt to sit firmly on her stomach. She found it comforting and twisted her head to look at him. "I'm fourteen weeks pregnant, Noah." She told him and he hummed to let her know he had heard her. "Dr. Turley should be able to tell the sex of the baby in about six weeks, depending on the baby's position in the womb."

"Do you want to know?" He asked.

"I do."

"Me too." He smiled against her shoulder. "Boy or girl? What do you want?"

"I don't know." She shrugged. "But whichever the baby is, we have to choose a strong Jewish name." She told him softly.

"Ma wouldn't have it any other way." Puck felt his chest tighten when he realized she was talking as if they were keeping the baby. "If it is a girl though… I hope she doesn't look like you."

The words sounded better in his head and he knew as soon as they stumbled from his lips that Rachel was going to take them the wrong way. He felt her whole body tense and he silently groaned, pulling on her hand until she turned onto her other side so that they were facing each other.

"Rach…" He whispered and made her look up at his eyes. "I didn't mean, fuck… look at you. If I had to deal with raising a daughter that looked anything like you, I don't know what I'd do. I'd have to beat the boys off with sticks, Rachel." He chuckled when he saw the small smile pulling at the corners of her lips. "You're gorgeous, Rachel. So fucking beautiful." He kissed the tip of her nose and she giggled. "Don't ever doubt that."

"I hope the baby doesn't have my nose." She added after a few minutes.

"I love your nose." He whispered sleepily.

She smiled into the crook of his neck and soon she was snoring softly. He heard a noise behind him and when he twisted slightly, careful not to wake Rachel, he found Russell standing in the doorway.

"I can leave." Puck started to get up but Russell held up his hand and stepped into the room slightly.

"No. Stay." Russell stayed quiet. "It's okay." He turned to go. "Just… don't hurt her." Puck nodded and watched him go, deciding that the entire Berry family was half-crazy.

Puck blew out a breath and pulled Rachel a little closer to his body. He received a text from Mike asking how the family emergency went and if everything was okay. Puck glanced down at Rachel and quickly typed out the message before falling to sleep himself.

Everything's good.