Puck's POV
My baby girl was due in exactly fifty two days. Even when everything else in my life was totally going off the deep end, I knew one thing for sure: my baby girl was due in exactly fifty two days. When I lay in bed at night, instead of thinking about all the messed up stuff that's happening, I just repeat that to myself. It's the only thing that can get me to sleep. Yeah, sure, my ex best friend turned gay. Yeah, sure I had a reputation to live up to in Glee club, seeing as Regionals were only twelve days away. Yeah, sure, I couldn't get that loud, annoying, overconfident Rachel Berry out of my head.
But my baby girl was due in fifty two days. And I was nowhere near ready to be a father. I lie and I steal to get my way in the world, and most of the time it works, but even I know that that's no way to raise a baby.
Everybody thinks I'm some sort of stupid, brainless bully. I guess I do bully people, but the only reason I do it is so that I can get ahead. When you bully people, you hold the power, and I am NOT gonna be a Lima loser for the rest of my life, no matter what anybody says.
People hate on me just because I was the first one to crack the infamous high school code. People like normality; familiarity. If someone is different, everyone else wants to knock them off of their high horse. If you're the one doing the knocking, it's an instant ticket to popularity, and it means instant connections to very thankful people. But the truth is: if there were any other way to get ahead, I wouldn't be doing what I do. I don't like hurting people. But I've got to.
Quinn had barely even spoken to me in the past three months. I found out from Mercedes that she was gonna give the baby to Mr. and Mrs. Schuster, but it turns out they got divorced, so that's not happening. I don't even know if she's gonna keep her anymore. I don't see how she can't, though. Who would be crazy enough to give up their daughter to complete strangers? But Quinn told Finn she didn't want to keep it. Quinn wanted to give our baby girl up, and I probably wouldn't even be able to say hello to her once.
I couldn't let her do that! I couldn't let her take something that was half mine and throw it away. I know that she didn't want me to have a say in it, but I had a right. What if she gave the baby up to somebody bad? What if they hit her, like my father hit me? What if she didn't have a good life, because Quinn gave her up? I was her father, and I would protect her. Quinn, like everybody else in this stupid town, thought that I was a low life, but I wasn't. I only needed a chance to prove it: a chance that I would never get if she gave that baby girl away.
I'd been saving all of my money. I even stopped buying dip. I had four thousand bucks stuffed in a shoebox under my bed, all for her. I'd never loved Quinn. She, at the time, had been just another girl. Now she was the mother of my child, and I loved that baby girl inside of her more than I thought it was possible to love anything. I only had fifty two days to save her from a life with complete strangers, because even if your dad turns out to be a bad dad, it's better to have a Lima loser father than to not know one at all.