AN: Wow. I am so overwhelmed by the response I got to the last chapter. My sincerest gratitude to you all. Here is the next installment..longest chapter I think I've written. A few notes: The angst muffins may be out of the oven, but that doesn't mean they aren't still cooling in the kitchen....Also, I struggled with Puck's inner workings in this chapter. I tried to put in some of the insecurities I think he faces but tries so desperately to hide from others. So please do not see this as one step forward and two steps back, but as a progression of Noah's character. (Note I used Puck and Noah separately.) One last thing: the chapter title is from the song "Beautiful Is Gone" by The Ruse. Lovely song, and I think its message fits this chapter well as a whole. Check out the lyrics if you want. Please R&R! :o)
Chapter 21: Beautiful Is Gone
Three long weeks passed since Babygate broke loose (thanks to Kurt, at least there was a name for the awful situation), and Rachel knew Noah was pulling away. She had expected the first week to be edgy, because let's face it: they had life-altering news thrust upon them. But, it wasn't just Rachel and Puck who were on edge; the whole club was in a rut. Tina and Artie weren't speaking. Quinn and Finn weren't speaking. Actually, Finn wasn't talking to anyone. Rachel tried to engage him in small talk during the class they shared, but Finn seemed to push her away simply because she was trying to work things out with Puck. Apparently, being on Puck's "side" meant she couldn't be friends with Finn; not that Puck said she couldn't, but because Finn didn't want her to be. Matt and Mike were stuck in the middle, offering their support and friendship to both Finn and Puck. Mr. Schuester walked around like a zombie; he didn't know what he could do for his team when he couldn't keep his own marriage from crumbling. It was like the Babygate situation had aged them all beyond their years.
Needless to say, Rachel gave Puck a wide berth the first week. She needed space herself, but she felt that he needed it as well. However, the next two weeks that followed were the toughest. To uncommon eyes, Rachel and Puck's relationship was fine. They still kissed and held hands and talked during the day, but if anyone bothered to look closer, it could be seen that the relationship was tense at best. Gone were the teasing, flirty notes. Rachel always felt like she was walking on eggshells around Puck. She didn't understand why he was pushing her away. She had her suspicions that he wanted to be with Quinn, but every time she asked him, he hugged her and vehemently swore that was not the case. Then, he would kiss her and thank her for giving him another chance. But even still, he'd go back to putting space between them.
It was the little things that continued to hurt Rachel. He canceled a date to take Quinn to the doctor. He blew off her daddy's lasagna because Quinn wanted to discuss adoptive families. Rachel understood that all this had to happen now that Puck was known to be the father. She and Quinn still talked on a normal basis, mainly about the baby, and the blonde always thanked Rachel for being so kind and understanding. She knew Quinn wasn't taking him away on purpose, but it didn't lessen her pain each time he walked away from her.
Rachel wanted desperately to talk to Puck, to understand why he was pushing her away, but she just couldn't find the words. So, she left him notes. Not the sweet, lighthearted notes they once left for each other; no, these were heartfelt, each one more pleading than the last. Kurt told her more than once that she wasn't fighting hard enough, but Rachel insisted that she was doing the only thing she knew to do. Rachel knew Puck didn't handle emotions well; she knew he would come talk to her when he was ready. She just hoped it would be soon.
Puck knew he was pulling away from Rachel. He also knew it wasn't fair to her, but he didn't know what else to do. Rachel had told him that she would try to get past the situation, so Puck was trying to give her space to do that. He knew it was stupid, but a part of him still felt like he didn't deserve the forgiveness she was trying to give him. So he put distance between them. He knew he was potentially sabotaging his relationship, but he didn't know what else to do. Puck felt more like a Lima loser now than he ever had before.
It killed him every time he saw the hurt in her eyes when she asked if he wanted to be with Quinn. It wasn't like that at all, and Puck did his best to show her that. But, it wasn't easy when Quinn still had doctor's appointments and baby stuff to deal with. Now that he was able to openly worry about his kid, Puck became a little more than preoccupied. And Rachel was bearing the brunt of it. Puck hated himself for that.
One night, he laid on his bed after another exhausting dinner-and-interrogation with his mother, looking at all the notes Rachel had sent him over the past few weeks. Each note pierced his heart, and he realized, not for the first time, that what he was doing wasn't fair to any of them.
The first was short and simple:
If you walk out on me, I'm walking after you.
And Puck knew she would. Not that he deserved it, but she would do it anyway. He picked up the next note; she left this one for him after he shut down for two days, not speaking to anyone.
If we're gonna make this work
You gotta let me inside even though it hurts
Don't hide the broken parts that I need to see
Like it or not, that's the way it's gotta be
Then there was the note she left him after he kept putting things between them.
Where did you hide yourself?
For all these searchlights are growing dim.
Puck buried his head in his hands; the notes only got more heartbreaking from there. The first day he unintentionally ditched her for Quinn, he found this note in his locker.
Why do I say, "Don't walk away"?
You'll be the way you were before
When you don't want me anymore
Don't turn around,
Don't ever leave,
A lonely room where empty days
Are gathering to meet me when you're gone
How in the world will I go on?
After he had read that one, Puck ran to the football field and laid down on the fifty-yard line for hours, thinking and yelling and wondering how in the world he could be so stupid. Then, as if she had been there with him, Rachel left him a note on his windshield that he found when he finally headed home around eight that night.
I just wanna be the hand you hold when you're cryin'
I just wanna be the voice that tells you it'll be alright and
When your world is coming down and your hope's nowhere to be found
Well I'll be here for you
Come on, come on
If you want to make it right, we can make it right
Then, one day, Rachel had cornered him in the Glee room. Puck had promised to call her the night before, but Quinn needed help moving her stuff from Finn's to Brittany's. Rachel didn't look angry, but she did look hurt and confused.
"Noah? Can we please talk?" she asked resignedly.
"Rach, I'm sorry I forgot to call," Puck started.
"Why are you doing this?" Rachel interrupted abruptly. "I thought when you came over that very first day that we were okay? Why are you pulling away from me?"
"I'm sorry. I just…I can't do this," Puck sighed, running his hands down his face.
Rachel's eyes widened and filled with tears. What was he saying exactly?
"Do what?" Rachel parroted. "Us? Don't you want to be with me?" she panicked.
"Yes!" Puck reiterated. "Of course I do, it's just…" he trailed off, not really knowing what to say.
"It's Quinn, isn't it?" Rachel questioned, looking down, fearing the worst from his answer.
"Quinn?" Puck asked incredulously. "Oh God, no! I don't want to be with Quinn!"
"Well, you could've fooled me," Rachel spat out, clearly getting frustrated.
"Rachel," Puck said, holding her slumped shoulders gently, "I swear it's never been about Quinn. It's always been about my kid."
Rachel wanted to believe him; she really did. It was just too much.
"Whatever, Noah. You just can't keep pushing me away. It hurts too much," Rachel murmured. "I understand if you want to be with her; she's the mother of your child."
"Dammit, Rachel!" Puck exclaimed through gritted teeth. "How many times do I have to tell you? I don't want to be with her!"
Rachel looked up at Puck with tears in her eyes. "I don't know, maybe until you stop shutting me out," she whispered, cursing her voice for breaking.
She spun around and ran out of the room, leaving Puck standing and staring in her wake. Little did they know that Artie had rolled in on their argument. He made himself known just as Puck had begun to shake himself out of it.
"You really aren't being fair to her, Puck," Artie said, always the prophetic one.
Puck shook his head miserably. "She deserves so much better than me. Someone who's not such a screw-up."
"But she wants you," Artie pressed.
"I don't know why," Puck sighed. "I'm nothing but a loser."
"Why don't you let her decide for herself?" Artie advised as he rolled back out the door.
Puck spent the rest of the afternoon considering what Artie said. It wasn't for him to decide what Rachel wanted. Still, it was easier said than done. At the end of the day, Puck found this note from Rachel:
Somebody turn the lights on,
Somebody tell me what's wrong,
I'd be lying if I told you,
Losing you was something I could handle.
Somebody turn the lights on,
Somebody tell me how long,
All this darkness will surround you,
Cuz I'm burning for you,
Burning like a candle
Puck looked at the papers scattered on his bed. These notes were the lifelines he had to Rachel, the proof that she hadn't given up on him yet, no matter how much he screwed up. He tucked them neatly away in his bedside drawer, hoping that the answer of how to get over this feeling of self-worthlessness would come to him so he could make things right with Rachel.
Things eventually came to a head on Tuesday of that fourth week. Rachel had asked Puck on Monday if he wanted to watch a movie sometime that week, but he told her that Quinn wanted to interview more adoptive families. She took the news as well as to be expected, but on Tuesday, she found Puck and Quinn talking by the lockers. Walking with a purpose, she made her way to the two teenagers.
"Here," she said, handing a packet of papers to Quinn.
"What is this?" Quinn asked curiously.
"It's a list of all the parents eligible for open adoption within a three-hour radius of Lima, Ohio," Rachel explained. "I figured since you're making the wise, yet difficult, decision to give your child up for adoption, the least I could do was to help you find a family who would be willing to let you be a part of your child's life in some capacity."
Quinn looked as if she was going to cry tears of joy. Her hands shook as she opened the packet. "So, all these people on this list would let us see her and visit her?"
"Yes, I had to do some searching, but they are all willing for an open adoption," Rachel said, smiling slightly.
After first hearing the words "open adoption," Puck was yet again grateful for Rachel Berry as his girlfriend. He knew he'd been a crappy boyfriend the last few weeks, and he definitely didn't deserve her doing this. But, that was his Rachel, generous and thoughtful to a fault.
Quinn gathered the petite brunette in her arms and cried in the crook of her neck. Rachel patted her back soothingly, and when Quinn looked up, she gave Rachel a watery smile.
"This means a lot to me, Rachel," Quinn said. "Thank you."
And with that, she waddled down the hallway to get to her next class. Puck, on the other hand, grabbed Rachel by the waist and captured her lips with his. He backed her gently up against the lockers and ground his hips into hers. The kiss was filled with passion, lust, and gratefulness. Rachel entwined her arms around his neck as he kissed her deeply like he used to. He laid his forehead against hers after breaking the kiss and he stroked her cheek softly.
"Thank you, Rachel," he said. "I'll make it up to you."
Rachel smiled wistfully as she watched him walk to his next class. Her lips still tingled from the passionate kiss they had shared. Yet, she couldn't help but think in the back of her mind that the only reason he had kissed her like that was because of something she did for the baby. One day, she thought, one day he'll kiss me like that again, and it will be because it's me.
Coming to that realization, Rachel knew what she had to do. She left him one last note, vowing to herself that she was going to wait for Puck, but she wasn't going to try to fight him pushing her away anymore. She was tired of trying; she wanted Puck to come to her, to talk to her, to want her like he did before.
Puck found the note before Glee:
And it hurts to want everything and nothing at the same time
I want what's yours and I want what's mine
I want you
But I'm not giving in this time
He just sat on the risers with the sheet of paper dangling in his hands when Mercedes came into the room. She regarded him carefully. He looked up to find her staring.
"You okay, white boy?" she asked, even though she very well knew the answer.
Wordlessly, he handed over the note to her. Mercedes read it once, swung her head over to look at Puck, then read the note again.
"Wow," she said quietly.
"Tell me about it," Puck replied. "I thought I was doing the right thing by distancing myself from her. I didn't want her to have to deal with the baby aftermath, but I guess I made things worse."
"Well then, you obviously don't need me to tell you that you've been acting the fool," Mercedes said, grinning slightly and patting him on the shoulder.
Puck smirked at Mercedes. "No, I guess not," he said, shaking his head.
"Seriously though, you and Rachel are perfect for each other. Get this worked out," she pressed. "Besides, you two are giving me and Kurt wrinkles," she added saucily as an afterthought.
Puck laughed at that comment and was about to thank Mercedes for her words of wisdom when they heard anxious voices outside the Glee room.
Rachel braced herself before heading into the Glee room, when out of the corner of her eye, she saw Finn leaving. He was almost around the corner, but her voice stopped him.
"Are you ever coming back to Glee?" she called out.
Finn turned slowly. He walked back to where Rachel stood and shook his head, "I can't be in the same room with him without wanting to punch him, and I can't look at her without wanting to bawl my eyes out."
"Look, Finn, I know what Noah did was so wrong, in some eyes unforgivable probably, but people screw up. Big time. It doesn't change the fact that you guys have been best friends for years," Rachel pleaded. "He feels awful, Finn. Give him a chance to apologize. To make things right."
Finn scoffed and began to turn away, but Rachel's hand on his arm held him in place. "Noah being the biological father doesn't have to change anything. You and Quinn can make up and if she decides to keep it, you can help her raise the baby. If she decides to give it up for open adoption, I'm sure she'd want you to visit the baby with her."
"It doesn't work that way, Rachel," Finn snapped. "I can't just forgive either of them that easily. I'm not you," he spat out like the words disgusted him.
Indignation shot through Rachel's eyes. "What is that supposed to mean, Finn?"
"Oh, so you're telling me that you didn't forgive him just like that?" Finn taunted.
Rachel sighed. "We're working on it. While I admit the situation is less than desirable, I care for Noah. And when you care for someone, you stick with them," she stood her ground. "Noah is a good person, Finn. We all make mistakes."
"Yeah, well just keep an eye open; I know Puck; he's definitely not a good guy," Finn sneered.
Just then Rachel's palm connected to Finn's cheek with a resounding crack! The fire was back in her eyes, and it was almost as if Finn's words made her realize why she was fighting for Noah in the first place.
"You listen to me, Finn Hudson," she said, jabbing a finger into Finn's chest as he dumbly rubbed his stinging cheek. "I know the real Noah Puckerman. Not the cocky jerk who hung around you and the other football players. The real one. The sweet one who helps his mom and sister. The smart one who skips math but does his homework anyway. The generous one who offered to help Quinn anyway he could, only to be shut out because she thought you would make a better father. The compassionate one who, while he made a stupid mistake, kept it from you not to lie, but to keep from hurting his best friend. I know the real Noah Puckerman, and he's hurting just as much as you are. He's your best friend. So, suck it up, and talk to him. But never, never say that you know Noah Puckerman. Because you obviously don't."
Not sparing a backwards glance, Rachel huffed away to the Glee room where she was met with the surprised looks of Mercedes and Puck. Mercedes' smile was kind and understanding, and Puck's look was between chagrin and grateful. Willing the tears to stay away from her eyes, she simply nodded, sat down in her normal seat, and waited for Mr. Schue and the others to arrive. Puck slid into the seat next to hers, but refrained from touching her, just in case.
"Okay, guys," Mr. Schuester said, entering the room wearily. "I know these last weeks have been hard on us, but Glee is a family."
Just as he said this, Finn slipped in the room quietly. No one made a fuss, but it was clear that everyone, even Puck and Quinn, was glad to see him.
Mr. Schuester nodded to Finn and continued his speech, "As I was saying, we need to work through these problems. Now, we're going to do something a little differently today." Glancing at Rachel and smiling, he said, "A little birdie once told me that music heals the soul. So that's what we're going to do. We're going to try to mend our souls a little. I'm going to give anyone who wants to a chance to sing a song up here in front," he finished. When it was clear no one was moving, Mr. Schue pressed on, "It's cathartic, guys. I want this song you sing to be a symbol of your emotions."
Rachel knew what song she wanted to sing. She had told Noah that she wasn't giving in, but her confrontation with Finn changed her mind. She had had this particular song in her head for days; so much so, that she had printed the sheet music and practiced it for her newest Myspace video. Now was the perfect time to tell Noah all she had been feeling. She had to make him see that she was sticking around whether he was going to let her in or not. Taking a deep breath, she grabbed her music from her folder and handed it over to Brad. She watched Noah watch her as she made her way to the front, wondering what he was thinking.
Puck had a song he wanted to play for Rachel. He was tired of pushing her away, and he was ready to talk. Hearing her defend his character to Finn gave Puck a stronger resolve to make things right with Rachel. Just then, she stood up and moved purposefully toward the front of the room. She caught his eye, and he hoped the song she was going to sing wasn't a break-up song.
Rachel took a deep breath and began singing.
Been here before, revolving door
Got up and I don't know what for, anymore
We had the best
And nothing less
But the second we fell out of step
You up and left
She shut her eyes in frustration. She let go of all her emotions as she sang to Noah.
Well this is so you
This is what you do
You'd rather make do than make a move
What'll it take now?
How do I make this matter enough to you?
Say you're a mess
Say it's a shame
Why can't you at least pretend?
Say I should leave; you're over me
Say something, Say anything
Anything,
Say anything, please
By this time, she'd opened her eyes and stood there silently pleading with Noah.
What happened to the plans we made?
And that contagious smile upon your face?
It's all begun to fade
You used to be so careful with me
Making sure that we would always be
Each other's missing piece
Well, we could still save these tattered pages
What do you say we start again?
This is our chance and you're all I have
Don't let me slip through your hands
Say you're a mess
Say it's a shame
Why can't you at least pretend?
Say I should leave; you're over me
Say something, Say anything
Anything
Say anything, please
You know I miss you
You know I wish you'd miss me too
Puck missed her more than anything. He wished in his heart that he hadn't been so stupid in the first place, but he knew that if she'd give him a chance to talk, they could work it out.
Baby, tell me you do
Whoa oh oh
Say you're a mess
Say it's a shame
Why can't you at least pretend?
Say I should leave; you're over me
Say something, Say anything
Anything
Say anything, please
Rachel stood stock-still, breathing heavily with emotion. She had not once taken her eyes off Puck, but for the life of her, she could not decipher the look on his face. She wanted him to sweep her up in his arms and kiss her. She wanted to move to him, but she made herself wait. He was going to have to come to her. Instead, he walked out the door.
Rachel felt the wind knocked from her chest. She couldn't believe he had just left, simply walked out the door. Tina and Santana were the two closest to where she stood, so they both hugged her and consoled her as she cried.
Mr. Schuester made his way to the front of the room and uncomfortably asked if anyone else wanted to sing. Just then, the door swung open revealing Puck.
"Sorry. I, uh, had to get my guitar," he mumbled, motioning to the case he was carrying. "Can I sing next?"
Rachel watched Puck as he sat on a stool and began to strum his guitar. He looked up at her and gave her a pleading look of his own. As she wiped the tears from her eyes, he spoke, "This song is dedicated to the two most important girls in my life, Rachel and my daughter." Rachel's breath caught in her throat, but she couldn't help but smile.
He gave her a half-smile and began to sing.
Today's not the same
As every day
It's far from ordinary
The pain I endure
You're my cure
But my mistakes have led me
Far away from you
You turn away
from all those things
that I've been trying to say
and all those promises
I shouldn't have made
I did it for you
Mile by mile
Feelings I just can't reconcile
My heart's on a string
These broken wings
Who knew I'd be so fragile
Far away from you
Puck looked straight into Rachel with his heart in his eyes. That's the Noah I fell for, she thought.
You turn away
From all those things
That I've been trying to say
And all those promises
I shouldn't have made
I did it for you
I searched my soul
And all these feelings
That I can't control
And you're the one thing
That can make me whole
I did it for you
Try to let you know
Try to let you know
Try to let you know
Today is not the same
As every day
It's far from ordinary
You turn away
From all those things
That I've been trying to say
And all those promises
I shouldn't have made
I did it for you
Oh, I searched my soul
And all these feelings
That I can't control
And you're the one thing
That can make me whole
I did it for you
I did it for you
I did it for you
You're the one thing that can make me whole
I did it for you
Rachel waited all of two seconds to spring from her seat and launch herself into Puck's arms. Mr. Schuester called a quick break so that they could talk.
"I am so sorry, Rachel," he whispered in her ear as she hugged him tightly. "So, so sorry."
"Oh, Noah," she sighed. "I'm just glad you still want me."
"I do, more than anything," Noah smiled into her eyes. "I'm such a jerk for pushing you away."
"I understand why you did it. It hurt me so much to watch you in pain, Noah. You wouldn't let me in, and that made me feel so helpless," she admitted, her hand gently caressing the hair on the nape of his neck.
"I just felt like I didn't deserve your forgiveness, then I heard what you said to Finn. It made me realize that I should've been fighting to keep you," Noah shrugged. "It was stupid, and I'm sorry. I'm done pulling away from you. Forgive me?"
Rachel smiled as though he'd given her the world. "You don't even have to ask. I missed you," she said before she tiptoed to press her lips to his.
He looped his arms around her waist and tugged her gently to him. They only broke away once they heard Kurt sighing, "Finally!" Pulling away, both blushed and returned to their seats, realizing as they did, Finn and Matt had disappeared. Quinn suddenly raised her hand.
"May I sing something, Mr. Schuester?" she asked.
Mr. Schue nodded and Mike and Mercedes helped eight-month pregnant body off the risers and onto a stool. Quinn's breath quivered as she told Brad what song she wanted. Finn and Matt came back into the room. Finn looked uncomfortable, but Matt firmly guided him back to their seats. Quinn smiled gratefully at Matt, who simply nodded. Rachel smiled at the exchange; she knew Quinn had never stopped loving Finn, and she was working on the courage to talk to him. Maybe this song would help them along.
Quinn's voice was unsteady as she began but soon gathered strength.
Let's go back
Back to the beginning
Back to when the earth, the sun, the stars all aligned
'Cause perfect
Didn't feel so perfect
Trying to fit a square into a circle was my life
I defy
Let the rain fall down
And wake my dreams
Let it wash away
My sanity
'Cause I wanna feel the thunder
I wanna scream
Let the rain fall down
I'm coming clean
I'm coming clean
I'm shedding
Shedding every color
Trying to find a pigment of truth
Beneath my skin
Ohhh
'Cause different
Doesn't feel so different
And going out is better than always staying in
Feel the wind
Let the rain fall down
And wake my dreams
Let it wash away
My sanity
'Cause I wanna feel the thunder
I wanna scream
Let the rain fall down
I'm coming clean
I'm coming clean
I'm coming clean
Let the rain fall
Let the rain fall
I'm coming
Let the rain fall down
And wake my dreams
Let it wash away
My sanity
'Cause I wanna feel the thunder
I wanna scream
Let the rain fall down
I'm coming clean
I'm coming clean
Oh I'm coming clean
Let the rain fall
Let the rain fall
Let the rain fall
I'm coming clean
Let's go back
Back to the beginning
The room was in awe as Quinn finished singing. Rachel had never heard her sing so beautifully or with more conviction. She was the first one to gather Quinn in her arms.
"That was beautiful, Quinn," Rachel said. She watched as Quinn smiled weakly but darted her eyes toward Finn. "He'll come around," Rachel whispered for her ears only.
"Thanks, Rachel," Quinn said quietly, but winced as a pain in her side hit her sharply.
Noticing the gasp, Rachel placed her hand on Quinn's stomach. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, it's probably those darn Braxton Hicks contractions," she said, scrunching her face as another pain hit.
Everyone, except for Finn, gathered around her and hugged Quinn, carefully leading her to her seat. Soon, everyone was talking about one thing or another. Rachel and Puck whispered quietly with each other, sharing smiles and kissing and making up for lost time.
"Thank you to everyone who sang," Mr. Schuester smiled, interrupting the different conversations. "I'm glad we did this little exercise. We're definitely on our way back. Now, next week, I want-" but he was cut off by Brittany's squeaky gasp.
"Um, guys? Help!" she cried, as everyone turned to her to find Quinn had fainted and was slumped against Brittany, who struggled to keep her friend upright.
Puck panicked as Rachel rushed over to find a pulse on Quinn's neck. She tried not to freak out when she noticed a slight stain of blood on Quinn's pale pink dress.
"Somebody call 9-1-1 NOW!"
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Notes: "Walking After You" (Foo Fighters), "Whatever It Takes" (Lifehouse), "Searchlights" (David Cook), "Don't Walk Away" (Electric Light Orchestra), "Come On" (Green River Ordinance), "Candle (Sick and Tired)" (White Tie Affair), "Goodbye to You" (Michelle Branch)
Songs: "Say Anything" (Kate Voegele), "I Did It for You" (David Cook), "Come Clean" (Hilary Duff)
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