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"Puck, are you ok?"
Quinn gripped the door handle as she watched her boyfriend change, the smile that had adorned his lips now tightening into a grimace as he clenched the steering wheel.
"Puck?"
"Hold on a sec," he bit out angrily, whipping into the driveway and shutting the car off while throwing his door open.
"Puck!" He slammed his door hard, the car rattling as Quinn watched him storm towards his father. She was terrified to say the least, knowing he was completely capable of doing anything at that moment. She frantically turned to see if the baby was ok before reaching towards the keys, turning them until the car was in park and quickly rolling down the windows.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" she could hear him screaming, approaching his father rapidly while his hands turned into fists, "What the hell possessed you to come here, you've got a lot a goddamn nerve!" Quinn could see his father saying something but she couldn't make it out, not that it mattered anyway as Puck pushed him angrily against the front door while cutting him off.
"Do you have any idea what I went through?" he shouted, pushing his father harder and harder as he grew angrier and angrier, "What they did to me at the hospital? In front of my mother and my girlfriend and my child?" His father tried to speak but it was no use, Puck stepped up into his face and began yelling, his face red as he unloaded his feelings.
"I stuck my neck out for you! I believed in you when everyone knew I shouldn't! Everyone told me you were trouble but I fought for you because you were my dad! I picked you over everyone I love and what happens? You get me arrested! You get me sent to prison! The happiest day of my life and I spent it away from the only people I care about!" She could see his anger was slowly beginning to turn into sadness, Puck's shoulder's slumping as he shook his head.
"You turned me against everyone, mom, Quinn, my best friend! Why would you do that dad? Why would you make me think they were hurting me like that?" His father said something but Puck stuck his hands up, waving them back and forth as he interrupted.
"But worse than that? You used me. I would've given you everything I had and I did, and you just used and used me up. Did you even feel bad? Did you even think of how I would feel? And what about Charlie?" They both grew silent as Puck turned away from his dad, Quinn swearing she saw him wiping his eyes.
"And then, to top off everything, you go and get me arrested. You get me thrown in jail and marked forever. I bet you didn't even think about what would happen to me or if I was even alright did you? Probably just gonna let me rot and not even help huh?" His dad remained silent while looking down, shrugging in response as Puck faced him again.
"I bet you're not even sick are you? Probably just using that as some excuse to get me to feel bad for you so I would buy your bullshit huh? Well congratulations dad, it worked! You manipulated your son! You got one over on me, how do you feel? Cause I feel like a doormat." His father began arguing again but Puck wouldn't hear it.
"All I wanted was a dad," he said, Quinn barely able to make out his voice as it had dropped suddenly, "I just wanted my dad back, and I wanted you so badly I was willing to believe anything you said. Jesus Christ I would've followed you into hell if you led me there! But I guess now I realize I never had a dad did I?" The pain etched on his father's face would've broken Quinn's heart if she didn't hate him so, his face falling as he slumped against the porch sadly.
"You're no father, you're just a sperm donor. You want to sell drugs and live that life fine, go on, but I'm done. I got my own family now and I won't have you hurting them like you have me." Quinn saw his dad grab Puck's jacket as he tried to explain but Puck jerked away, pointing for him to leave while shouting.
"Leave, just go and get out of here. I tried to have you in my life but I can't. You're not my dad, never have been, never will." His father stood by the front door a little longer, finally walking away but stopping to say something to Puck.
"Well I don't love you." His father's head hung as he walked towards his own truck and climbed in, revving it up and pulling off. Quinn watched as Puck turned his back to her, leaning against the porch railing while running his hands over his scalp. She unbuckled herself and turned in her seat, Imogen sleeping peacefully in her car seat. She opened her door and got out, closing it gently before walking towards Puck. She didn't know what to say so she lightly rested her hand on his back, rubbing it up and down softly as she apologized.
"Its fine," she heard him mumbled while shaking his head, "I'm fine." He turned and tried to walk past her but Quinn slid in front of him, resting her hands on his chest and whispering.
"Really," she said as she avoided his eyes, "I am sorry." Puck rested his forehead against hers and she pulled him into a hug, knowing it would take awhile for him to be able to move on from this.
"Enough of this," he said as he forced on a smile, "I'm getting the baby and we're going inside. I have my own family to take care of."
It had been two weeks since Imogen had been home, Quinn and Puck's lives turning upside down completely. They had both stayed home from school, Quinn still recuperating while Puck took care of Imogen with the help of his mom. The two teens had quickly learned that they would be parting with sleep for the next few years, Imogen crying out at all hours of the night to feed or be changed. While it was rough and they were tired, both agreed they wouldn't have had it any other way.
The news of Puck's father also gave them piece of mind, as his father had confessed to being the one at the drug bust. He had gone in and told the police everything, from borrowing Puck's cell and truck to who was involved and where it had happened. He had even turned in pills he had, hoping to prove that Puck was innocent and set his son free. They had gotten the call a few days after their blowout, Puck's lawyer letting him know he wouldn't be bothered again and that his dad was in prison awaiting his trial. While Quinn and his family had been happy with the news Quinn could tell Puck was bothered, still a little gloomy after everything but not letting any of it interfere with his new baby girl.
Puck was laying beside Quinn when he heard a small sob coming from the other side of the room, sitting up to see a tiny pair of bright pink booties kicking in the air. He rubbed the sleep from his eye as he smiled, sliding off the covers and making his way to her basinet.
"Hey little girl, what are you doing?" he asked as he tugged on her foot, the baby no longer crying as she stared at Puck.
"You can't be hungry, there's no way," he said as he gently slid her onesie over, "So obviously you have something waiting for me, right?" Puck checked her diaper but found nothing, furrowing his brow as the baby cooed.
"Are you playing games with me? Huh?" he leaned down and gently picked the baby up, nestling her in his chest as he walked to the rocking chair, "You just can't stand to be away from this beautiful face right? I know baby girl, I understand completely." He rocked her back and forth while humming, looking down as she wiggled around in his arms.
"I like this," he whispered to her, stroking her cheek as she gurgled, "I like you wanting to spend time with me, even when you're not using me to feed you or change you. It makes daddy feel special." He ran his finger over her small nose, laughing as she sighed.
"You know how much I love you right? And how I'm never gonna let anything bad happen to you. I promise sweetie, I'll always be right here for you, right here," he said as he tugged on her pinky, the infant already having her parents wrapped around it. He brought her up to his lips and kissed her softly, resuming his humming while closing his own eyes. Puck had dozed for a moment when he heard his bedroom door open, his eyes fluttering open at the sight of his mom.
"Hey mom, everything's fine," he reassured, giving her a small wave before turning back to Imogen.
"Noah," his mother's voice called to him in the dark, cracking a bit as she walked towards him.
"Mom?" he asked when he realized how shaky it was, looking up to see her tear stained face in the moonlight, "Mom what's wrong?" He heard a small sob and felt her hand rest on his shoulder, Puck's concern growing immensely as she kneeled beside him.
"Its your dad…he's-Noah your father died."
