Misery

It was nearing ten by the time Puck had finally gotten out of his meeting. He sighed. He was exhausted. He might have lain in bed, basically did nothing all day, but after a three hour meeting he was ready to curl up in bed with his wife and just sleep. Maybe sex if she offered it. Hey, he couldn't turn down a pregnant women's urges to have sex, could he? That would just be wrong on his part. Especially since his wife was so damn hot.

He sighed again and yanked his phone from his pocket, holding down the 'on' button as he walked to his truck. Sitting in the front seat of the truck he was surprised to see that his mom called twice. Which was odd because she usually never called him unless they had to reschedule their regular once a month Sunday dinners. Instead of calling her back, he decided to take a detour and stop and see his mom (who was most likely still up) for a few minuets.

The ride to his mom's house was quick and he got there in about five short minuets. Puck got out of the car, and forced a smile on his face. He wasn't going to be looking all tired and shit when he was visiting his mom on surprise notice. Walking up to the porch he sent a quick text to Quinn;

Q-

Stopping by my mom's for a few. Be home around 10:30. 11 at the latest.

See you then MILF

Puck snapped his phone shut, and started softly knocking on the door of his mom's house. He waited a few minuets about to just walk on in when he heard someone behind him. Whipping around he came face to face with an older man. Puck let out a small cry recognizing the man standing in front of him. His father.

His father smiled at him. "Hello Noah."

Anger boiled inside of Puck. He left them more than ten years ago and now he's back and is friendly like everything is happy dandy? No. Puck was way pissed off seeing him here. In Ohio, at his mom's house. If he was trying to get back together with his mom. He was dead wrong. No way was Puck going to let him anywhere near his mom or sister.

Puck grunted "Hi" and took a couple steps back standing directly in front of the door, so his father couldn't get in.

"You grew up well son." His dad told him, taking a step closer to him stumbling a bit. Puck realized he must have been drunk. "Just like your old man." He added smirking.

Puck said nothing in reply to that. Instead the two men stayed silent, staring at each other intensely. "What are you doing here?" He finally asked defensively.

His father looked taken aback. "To see you." He answered automatically.

Puck rolled his eyes at the lame answer. "You could have seen me ten years ago. Why now?"

"I kinda need some money..." He said looking at the ground trailing off.

Puck scoffed at him. "As if your getting money from me or mom."

"Come on Noah. I'm your dad. You gotta give me something."

Puck scoffed again. "Yeah? That's your reason. That your my dad? Why weren't you my dad when I actually needed you? Like when I graduated high school, or graduating medical school. My wedding. If you wanted to be my dad you should have been there for those moments in my life. Not now expecting something out of me. My dad was wasted all the time." Puck starts giving him a like-you-are-now stare. "My dad hit my mom and I. And after taking almost all our money walked out on his wife, and children. So now my dad wants money? Ten years later? No I'm not giving my dad any money."

"She's your wife." His dad said. More of a statement, than a question.

"Yeah, she's my wife-" Puck replied automatically, then stopped. "Wait. What are you talking about?" He asked partially confused.

His father gave him a small smile. "I met her. She's very pretty." He said slurring out the last few words. Obviously his dad wasn't completely wasted but coming to see them he needed some 'liquid courage'.

Puck took a step towards him. "You what?" He growled.

"I went over to your house to see you, you weren't there but she was. She's very pretty" He explained repeating the last part.

Puck clenched his fists. "What did you say to her? Where you in the house?"

In response his father just laughed and Puck clenched his fists tighter taking another step towards him. "What. Did. You. Do. To. Her?" He growled his face now inches in front of his fathers.

His father just smiled at him. Puck clenched his teeth. "Go into that house" He said indicating the house behind him. "and I will have you arrested. Go into my house or anywhere near it, I will have you arrested. Go near mom or my wife. I will have you killed." Puck growled lowly into his father's ear.

His father took a step back towards his car. "Fine, fine fine Noah. But trust me this isn't the last time you'll see me." He said sounding promising as he got into his car, driving away into the night.

Puck sighed deeply. If he had done anything to Quinn. He was going to kill his father. He jogged lightly to his truck and sped home. He burst in the door, shutting it behind him and raced up the stairs calling out "Quinn!" As he went.

"Quinn!" He cried out entering their bedroom. Thankful to see Quinn curled up in the middle of their bed, with his reading glasses on reading a book. "What?" She asked raising one eyebrow to her husband.

"What did he do?" Puck asked pulling the comforter and sheets off Quinn, checking all over his wife's body to see if his father had hit her in any way. "PUCK!" Quinn cried annoyed pulling the sheets back around her frame. His eyes lingered over a purplish bruise on her collarbone. "Did he do that do you?" He asked pointing at the bruise. "Did who do what to me?" She asked even more annoyed. "The bruise on your collarbone Quinn!" He shouted. Quinn sighed. "Are you an idiot?" She asked him. "You gave that to me this morning!"

Puck racked his brain trying to remember. Right. They had sex after Quinn's movie ended and he had given her a hickey. "OK I did that. But he was here wasn't he? He told me." Puck said shooting out more questions to Quinn.

"For God's sake Puck, who are you talking about?"

"My DAD! He was here! He said he talked to you! What did he do?" Puck cried out aggravated.

"That was your dad?" Quinn asked quietly. Knowing this was a touchy subject with him.

"Yes! He said he was over here! What did he do?" Puck cried out sitting down next to her.

Quinn sighed gently and told Puck what happened when his father came over.

"Oh." Was all he could say afterwards. Realizing he got all worked up over nothing.

Quinn moved to sit on his lap. "You know your nothing like your dad right? I know your not, and you never will be."

In response Puck pulled her close, mumbling "I know" into her hair.

"Your going to be an amazing father Puck." She told him, leaning her head on his shoulder. "The best dad in the world" She added.

He smiled at her. "Thanks babe. Your going to be an amazing mom. I know you will be."

"Thank you."

"No problem. I love you MILF."

She giggled, and pulled herself tighter into Puck's embrace. "I love you too."

TBC

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