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For Me, It Wasn't Over: Chapter 10
Kurt sat on the floor of the spare room, the instructions for putting a changing table together brought up on his laptop. Kurt and Burt had decided that they should have a nursery at their house, too, since Kurt and Puck weren't on speaking terms. Burt had put pretty much everything together but Kurt insisted on doing at least something. But the longer he tried to understand the directions, the more frustrated he got. Kurt let out a frustrated grown and pushed the different pieces of the changing table away from him and logging onto his Facebook. When his livefeed loaded, he saw he had a message in his inbox; the message was from Puck.
"Look, I know you're still mad at me. But I thought maybe we could get together at some point and talk about the baby. You know, pick out names and that kind of stuff. If you don't want to, I guess we can just decide something at the hospital after he's born. Just let me know I guess. I miss you."
Kurt slammed his laptop shut and pushed it as far away from him as possible. He put his face in his hands, tears pouring out of his eyes. He knew he should go talk to Puck if only for the baby's sake. But Kurt wasn't sure if he could see his baby's father without crying the entire time. Kurt jumped when a knock came from the doorframe and he turned to see Blaine there, holding a giant gift bag in his hands.
"You still haven't got that changing table put together yet?" Blaine asked with a chuckle, sitting down on the ground next to Kurt.
"I don't want to talk about it," Kurt said, glaring at the pieces that were scattered around the light green room. "What's with the bag?"
"Well since it's a secret that Puck's even pregnant you guys obviously aren't having a baby shower. So this is my present for Babe."
Kurt raised an eyebrow but slowly got on his knees so he could see into the tall bag. The first thing he pulled out was a small photo album. It was blank inside, but Kurt was sure he could fill it within the first couple weeks of the baby's life. Next was a small stuffed bear dressed in a vest and a bow tie.
"Build-a-Bear," Blaine said with a proud smirk while Kurt chuckled. Next was a burnt CD. "The rest of the Warblers and I recorded some nursery rhymes for the baby."
The bag also contained the typical diapers and wipes, a soft blanket and a few onsies. As Kurt looked over the clothes Blaine had picked out with a critical eye, his breath hitched when he got to the last one. It was the green onsie Finn had pointed out at Macy's before Kurt even knew about the baby. Kurt ran his long fingers over the small football and helmet, his eyes tearing up.
Kurt sat on the floor hugging his knees while Blaine pulled the instructions for the changing table back up. Soon the white table was put together and put in its proper place in the corner of the room. Kurt looked around the small nursery; it had everything. All he needed now was the baby and Puck.
April 3 was an unseasonably warm, raining Saturday morning. A few days before Puck had gotten Finn to move his bed so it was under the window and he currently sat there, wishing he could be outside. His mother had already gone to work and he was stuck with Sarah for company for the day. Just as he was contemplating going back to sleep, Finn's voice rang through the room.
"Hey dude! Baseball was cancelled because of the rain so I thought I'd come keep you company. And look!" Finn pulled a covered bowl from behind his back. "Mom sent batter for waffles!"
Puck grinned; he could never turn down waffles.
"You just chill here and I'll go make these. Then we can eat and you can bitch about being fat some more." Puck huffed, pulling his too small t-shirt over his stomach as best as he could. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked back up at Finn with a self-conscious look on his face. Finn looked embarrassed before adding: "Which you're not, by the way! This just means that Babe is healthy! But anyway, we'll eat, and then we can play games or take a nap or something fun."
Puck gave Finn a small smile and a nod. Finn let a loud "whoop!" before taking off for the kitchen to find Ruth's waffle iron. Puck curled up on his side, his hands over the baby as he watched some show about drug addicts. Just as the family on the screen was holding an intervention for the addict, a sharp pain erupted through Puck's stomach. He let out a grown, which was apparently a lot louder than he realized because Finn was suddenly standing at the door, waffle batter smeared on his shirt.
"You okay, dude?" The pain was gone as soon as it started and Puck gave Finn a tight smile, nodding his head. Finn didn't look convinced, but he soon left the room again to go check on the waffles. Puck rolled over so he was on his back, his eyes shifting around in worry.
Finn returned a few minutes later, carrying two plates stacked high with waffles that were drowning in syrup-just the way Puck liked it. Puck moved to sit up a little more when another pain made itself known. Puck cried out, his arms slipping out from underneath of him. Finn sat the plates down on Puck's desk quickly, moving to his pregnant friend with a worried look.
"Dude, what's wrong?" Finn asked, his hands ghosting over Puck's stomach. Puck whimpered and smacked Finn's hands away.
"I-I don't know. Something's not right." Another sharp pain gripped him and Puck felt something trickle between his legs. With wide eyes he pulled back the blanket that had been covered his and saw blood soaking through his boxers. "Shit. Oh God. Shit. Finn!"
Finn was already in action, pulling out his phone to call the special ambulance Dr. Potter had set up for them. He hit the preset number and frantically talked to Alex the paramedic.
"I don't know what's wrong and he's bleeding and in pain and just please hurry!" Finn rambled into the phone as Puck started crying. What had he done wrong? He'd stuck to the bed rest like the doctor made him. He didn't eat or drink anything he wasn't supposed to. He'd been so careful. The only thing he could think about was the stress of the whole Kurt situation was finally catching up to him and he was going to lose their baby because of it.
Soon the ambulance showed up, speeding off towards the hospital with Puck and Finn in the back. Doctors Lopez and Potter met them at the entrance to the emergency room. The stretcher holding Puck was momentarily pushed into a trauma room and Dr. Potter quickly ran an ultrasound, cursing when he realized that Puck's abdominal cavity was filling with blood and the baby's heart beat was sporadic.
"Noah, we need to take the baby out. Now." Dr. Potter said with a firm but gentle voice. Puck's eyes went wide as he shook his head frantically. The baby wasn't due until the end of May; it was too early. "I know it's early, Noah. But if we don't get him out now, we're going to lose both of you. As soon as we deliver the baby we'll take him to the NICU where he can finish developing. This is safer for the both of you."
The doctor nodded to the Dr. Lopez and the rest of the nurses as the rolled Puck's bed up to the emergency room to prep him for surgery. Dr. Potter watched before turning back to Finn.
"Is Kurt on his way?" Finn, who had called Kurt from the ambulance to only have the call go straight to voicemail, shook his head sadly. "Do you want to be in the operating room with him? At least until the baby is born; Dr. Lopez is going to be working on cleaning up his insides for a quite a while this afternoon but you can be there for the baby being born."
Finn bit his lip but nodded, following Dr. Lopez upstairs where he was dressed in scrubs, a cap over his head and gloves stretched across his too big hands. He was taken into the operating room where an anesthesiologist had already knocked the pregnant boy unconscious and a breathing tube was down his front. He was directed to stand by Puck's head so he was kept behind the shield spread across Puck's chest, keeping him from seeing the bloody mess.
A nurse hung a bag of blood on the IV pole and Santana's father stepped up to Puck. He gave Finn a look, and although Finn couldn't see his mouth he was sure Dr. Lopez had just given him an encouraging smile. Frank made a shallow incision into Puck's stomach, working quickly to pull the skin apart wide enough to pull an extremely small, gray baby out of the bloody mess. Dr. Lopez snipped the cord before passing the small boy off to Dr. Potter who was waiting with a towel.
"Let's get him breathing, people!" Dr. Potter yelled as he laid the baby on a small table, using a small ball to suck any goo out of the small mouth. Although Finn could tell from the look in the doctor's eyes that he was worried, Dr. Potter calmly inserted a tiny breathing tube into the baby's mouth, a small ball on the end of it forcing breath into the tiny baby's under developed lungs. A small IV was inserted into the little boys arm and soon Dr. Potter was gesturing to Finn to follow as they moved upstairs to the NICU.
As he left the room, Finn turned back and gave his best friend one last look. Dr. Lopez was working hard, sweat covering his forehead as he tried to stop the bleeding. A nurse hung another bag of blood as the blood seemed to be pouring out of Puck just ask quickly as it was added.
"Is he going to be okay?" Finn asked quietly as he followed the entourage of nurses and Dr. Potter towards the elevator.
"The baby or Noah?" Dr. Potter asked quietly, glancing at the premature baby in the small incubator.
"Both."
Dave Karofsky let out a loud laugh as he beat his best friend, Azimio Adams, at Mario Kart. Again. He got up from the couch and walked over the kitchen, pulling out a bottle of water from the kitchen. As he stood watching Azimio pout when his phone started playing Single Ladies, the song he had set as the ring tone for all of the football players. Squinting, he looked at the screen to see 'Finn' on the screen.
"What's up dude?" Dave asked into the phone, throwing a pack of fruit snacks at Azimio.
"It's Puck…" Finn started quietly, and Dave's breath hitched. "They…they had to deliver the baby early because something was wrong. He…uh the baby's in the NICU. He only weighs 2 pounds 2 ounces and they have some machine breathing for him but the doctor's claim that after a month or two in an incubator he'll be fine. Puck though…"
"What's wrong with Puck?" Dave asked in a choked voice.
"It's been like two and a half hours and Santana's dad is still working on him, dude. There is a lot of internal bleeding and I don't know what's wrong and I can't get a hold of Kurt and I'm freaking out. Can you…Can you just get here, please?" Dave agreed, hanging up and shoving his feet into his shoes. He gave Azimio some excuse before running out to his car in the pouring rain.
Dave got stopped at a stop light a few blocks from the hospital; a small coffee shop sat on the corner to his left. Dave looked over to the parking lot and then did a double take; he knew the Navigator parked near the entrance. Cursing, Dave pulled into the parking lot, not looking up when the car he cut off laid on the horn. He flung the door open and stomped into the coffee shop. He ignored the worker behind the counter as he stomped to the table in the corner at the back. Kurt had his nose buried in a book, his right hand wrapped around a coffee cup.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Dave growled, and Kurt jumped before looking up.
"Why is that any of your business, Ham Hock?" Dave pulled out the chair across from Kurt and sat down. He leaned forward and talked in a low voice.
"If you had your fucking phone on, Fancy, you would know that your son was born a couple hours ago."
"What are you talking about?" Kurt said, slamming his book down. "Babe isn't due until the end of May; you and I both know that. It's only April 3rd."
"Exactly," Dave said, shaking his head sadly. "Something went wrong, Kurt. Something went wrong and they had to deliver Babe early and Puck's bleeding internally and Santana's dad can't seem to get it stopped. Both of your boys are fighting for their lives and you're here reading a fucking book."
"Puck's your boy, not mine," Kurt mumbled, looking away.
"Not anymore," Dave said, looking Kurt straight in the eye when the Warbler looked up. "He hasn't been for over a year. One day he was fine with hooking up and then one day he told me you two were together and that we couldn't do it anymore. He said that he really liked you and wasn't going to screw around behind your back."
Kurt squirmed in his seat, torn between listening to Dave and fleeing for the hospital.
"He hasn't slept with anyone but you since you two started sneaking around. Hell I was even there once when he told Santana no! You tell me when you've ever seen anyone tell Santana no. That boy loves you and he wants nothing more than to raise this baby with you. And yeah, I get you hate me. And I get I made your life a living hell. I deserve that. But don't take this out on Puck. He never deserved that from you."
"I…I didn't…I mean I didn't know-I thought you-and he-and I…" Kurt looked up, his lower lip wobbling as tears filled his eyes. "My son…I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"
"Don't tell me that," Dave said with a sad sigh. "Just get your stupid ass to the hospital before it's too late." Kurt nodded before standing up abruptly, almost knocking over his chair as he went. He sped the three blocks to the hospital. He met Finn inside the main entrance, the quarterback's complexion pale and his eyes worried.
"Where are they?" The new father asked, his whole body shaking as he grabbed Finn's arm. "Where are my boys?"
AN: I hope you liked it! I'll try to update again tomorrow if I have time. Please review!