Author's Note: This chapter is short because there's not much else I could go with it but the next one is longer.
He begins to fidget, his brain still searching for the correct words to use.
"You're wasting your seconds, Puck." She taps her foot impatiently, the sound of the clicking heavy in his ears, leading to an overflow of his words.
"This isn't what I wanted, you know. I was never even sure if I wanted children, I wasn't sure if I could be a good father and now you're pregnant, and now all I can think about are children, and it freaks the shit out of me. I'm worried, worried enough to kiss you and tell you one thing one day and do something different the next day. My father was a deadbeat, and I always promised that I wouldn't roll like that, but after yesterday, I'm not so sure. "
He doesn't pause to take a breath, he just goes on, continuing his ramble while she looks on.
"I had this whole speech planned out, this whole idea of what I would say when I had the chance and now, I'm standing here, and I can only think of I'm sorry, I can only think of two words. I am so sorry, and I still haven't been able to shake the image of your face from the other day. I care, I care so badly, and I can only look at you and think of what an ass I've been. I can change, I can and if you give me a chance, I'll make it up to you. I won't give you a chance to regret this."
"There was a reason we ended up together that night, and I don't know what it was, but I'd like to find out."
He stops, the words no longer cascading out of his mouth, and he looks at her with bated breath. Please, please, please, he thinks.
Finally, she nods.
"Alright, but this is your last opportunity, there will be no other chances after this point. This is the last olive branch I'm extending, extending a final chance for you to prove yourself. Make it good, Puck."
He breathes a sigh of relief.
"Thanks."
Grabbing her hand, he pulls her in and breathes in the smell of her hair. Even after he lets some space in between them, he doesn't let go of her hand, their fingers interlaced. He stands there awkwardly, neither of them willing to be the first one to let go. He's so afraid of letting go, the drop of her hand may cause her to change her mind.
"Are you hungry?" He doesn't know why he's whispering, and judging by the giggle escaping from the back of her throat, neither does she.
"Why are you whispering?" She asks, watching him shrug his shoulders.
"I'd love a nice lunch. Hospital food leaves something to be desired."
He laughs, and takes her lead as they walk into the kitchen, hand in hand.
Later, after he cooks her lunch and makes her eat, she walks him out to the door, and is intent on closing it after him when he grabs her hand to give it a small squeeze.
"We'll be okay."
Pulling his collar up, Puck walks out the door, a nervous Rachel gazing after him.
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Finn strikes first.
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