Chapter 10

A/N: I don't own Glee

Thanks to everyone that has reviewed. If I haven't personally responded I'm sorry. I'm also sorry this has taken so long. There was a swine flu breakout on my hubby's ship and it was not good. Life has finally gotten back to normal on base and now I have time to continue with writing. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Thanks again so much.

RPOV:

"Kurt I don't know what to do? I feel like I'm losing him." I cry to my best friend. It's been a couple of weeks since the baby shower fight and Noah is acting so distant from me. Kurt shakes his head and gives me a small smile. "Sweetie you're not losing him. Have you seen the way he looks at you? His heart is in his eyes every time you pass by him." Kurt says sweetly. "Yeah right. He moved into the guest bedroom. He hasn't really talked to me in a week and Quinn just keeps giving me these smirks like something is up." I say not really wanting to believe that Noah would cheat on me with her. I guess you can't really call it cheating if we're not really in a relationship.

"Oh please Darling. I know the old Puck would do something with her but this new 'Noah' isn't like that. She's just enjoying making you think something is going on." He says making me feel a little bit better but not too much. "I hope your right." I sigh and waddle my way towards glee practice. I'm thankful we are using stools today because my feet are swelling like huge water balloons. I try to sneak a peek at Noah but he won't even give me a second glance. He's concentrating hard at a spot on the wall behind Mr. Shue's head.

I hate that I'm doing this to him. I don't know why it was so hard to say 'I love you' to him. He's just so easy to love. I knew I was falling for him even before we had sex that night at his party. I think I knew it the moment I heard him sing Sweet Caroline to me and I was foolish enough to let him slip through my fingers because I thought Finn was a better choice for me. How stupid could I be? Now I know that Noah is perfect for me in every way. He's brash, cocky, stubborn, fierce, loyal, sweet, and loving and doesn't take my crap. He calls me out on everything and never backs down. I need someone like him and not a push over like Finn by my side. I vow to myself and our son that I will not make the same mistake twice.

When glee is over I go to grab my stuff when Noah reaches over and takes my pink bag. I give him a small smile as we walk silently towards his truck. He helps me in and hops in the driver's side. "I don't have to work today." I say softly. "Ok. I…uhh…I'll be working late with Jared tonight. He has a 1956 Chevy convertible he needs help with restoring. It's a special project and I'll be getting paid overtime." He says never taking his eyes off the road. "Ok. You can drop me off at your mom's then." I say not really wanting to be alone in the house. "That's fine. She can drop you off when you want to go back home." He says still not looking at me. I just nod my head. I stare at him and I feel so guilty.

He opened himself up to me and I stomped all over his heart. He's not Puck anymore but he's not Noah either. He's like a complete other person now. He's so guarded and closed off from me and everyone else around us. The only time he seems happy is when he sings softly to my growing belly. It's the only time he spends near me lately. I don't mind it. In fact I love every moment as his head rests in my lap as he runs his hand over my swollen belly. He talks softly to our son about things that he has planned for them, father son moments he never had growing up. It's these times that the tension between us is gone and everything seems to be perfect but just as quickly as those moments come about he just as quickly reverts back to this cold persona he has adopted lately.

We pull into his mom's driveway and he helps me out. He grabs my bag and walks me to the door. "I'll see you later." He says softly and turns to leave. "Noah…" I say wanting him to stay a little longer with me. He stops and turns but doesn't move to come closer to me. I walk towards him and wrap my arms around his waist. I bury my face in his chest to keep from crying. He hesitates for a moment before wrapping his arms around me gently. "I…uhh…yeah…I need to get going Rach." He whispers in my ear. I nod my head and unwrap myself from him. I look up into his eyes and I can see so much conflict in them. He pushes the hair from my face and kisses my forehead lightly.

I watch him drive away before I go inside the house. Leah is in the kitchen cooking just having come home from her work. I greet her and help her finish dinner. She knows that Noah and I have been fighting but she doesn't say anything. All she said was that she has faith in us and that if she knows her son as well as she thinks she does he'll come around. He just needs some time. He may act tough but deep down he's a real softie. I thank her for her reassurance but it doesn't make me feel better. After dinner I help Abby with her homework and talk to my dads on the phone. They are making an effort and I really appreciate it. Things are not completely ok with them but they call at least three times a week to check on me and it's better than nothing at all.

Leah gives me some Tupperware of leftovers for Noah and she drops me off at our house. Noah's truck is still not there and the house feels lonely and dark. I turn on all the lights and put his food in the microwave. I watch a little TV but nothing seems to catch my attention. All my thoughts of how I can get my Noah back. Little man is kicking up a storm and I can't help but smile. I curl up on the couch and sing softly to my son. This always seems to calm him down enough for me to think. The time it passing slowly and I'm getting more and more frustrated that he's not home yet.

I jump up and grab my coat and keys. My dads gave me my car a few days ago even if I don't drive much. Noah always drives me around. He's still afraid something will happen to me and the baby. I get in and drive towards the shop. I'm hormonal and getting even more pissed as I park my car. I do my best to not waddle so much as I make my way over to the front of the shop. Noah is joking around with several other guys while working on the classic car. My heart softens a little when I see his smile. It seems like forever since he smiled like that at me. Then I get pissed off because he's acting like a spoiled child. I told him I loved him but he's still all moody. Enough is enough. I want my Noah back.

"Hey man isn't that your mujer over there." Noah's co-work Javi asks pointing at me. Noah turns around surprise written all over his face. I give him my best diva glare and I can tell he knows I'm pissed. "Uhh...ohh looks like someone's not getting any tonight." Another one of the guys says and they all burst out laughing. "Shut the fuck up." Noah snaps at them then stomps his way over to me. Before I can say anything he grabs me by the arm and drags me back to my car. "What the hell are you doing here Berry?" He asks harshly. "I'm here because I'm tired of this game we are playing." I say just as harshly.

"You need to get home. I'm not talking to you about this here." He says lowly his face an unreadable mask. "When are you going to talk to me? You won't do it at home or in school?" I yell getting angrier by the minute. "Calm down." He says running his hand over my extended belly. "Don't tell me to be calm Puck!!" I sneer pushing his hand from my stomach. His jaw clenches and his eyes narrow. "What do you want from me?" I ask softly the tears filling my eyes. "Don't cry." He says standing still not moving to comfort me like he always use to do. "I'm sorry!! I can't help it!!" I snap at him. He doesn't say anything; he just stands there looking so conflicted.

"If you can't talk to me about what's going on with you then don't bother coming home." I say turning to open my car door and feeling like everything is crumbling around me. "What's that suppose to mean?" He asks pushing the car door shut and turning me around to face him. "It means I love you Noah and I just want us to be happy together but if you can't talk to me and let me back in then I don't want to keep going on this way." I say softly placing both hands on his face and making him look me in the eyes.

He leans forward pressing his forehead against mine. "I'm scared Rach." He says barely above a whisper. I can feel my heart start to pound. Usually I'm the one so scared and panicky. He's always been the one to calm me down. Now it's my turn to do that for him. "I'm scared too, but Noah I know that we will be just fine. I'm sorry I made you feel like I didn't care but I do. I love you so much." I admit finding it easier and easier to say those words to him. He pulls me closer and buries his face in my neck. I wrap my arms around his shoulders tighter.

"I love you too Rachel. I love you so much it scares me sometimes. Especially when I…I…thought you didn't feel the same way." Noah says his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of my neck. I shiver a little at the sensation. "I promise to never make you feel that way. I won't shut you out anymore as long as you promise never to do that to me too." I say pulling away and looking into his stormy hazel eyes. "Ok." He says softly and I can see the relief pass through his eyes. "Hey Puckerman why don't you take your girl home. It's too cold for her to be out like that. I'll see you tomorrow." Jared, Noah's boss says protectively. Sometimes I think Noah gets his over-protectiveness from him. He always says that in his day pregnant women stayed safe and warm in the house while the men went out and worked hard. I couldn't help but laugh at how old fashioned he is.

"Alright boss man." Noah says with a smirk and walks me over to the passenger side while I protest about how I should be able to drive. "Not right now Berry. Just let me take care of you. The two of you are my responsibility." He says forcefully leaving no room for negotiations. I huff and get in the car and he buckles me in. "Am I a child or physically unable to do that for myself?" I say heatedly. He just smirks. "I hate you sometimes, you know that?" I say glaring at him. He beams a huge smile at me. "Now I know for a fact that you love me." He says cockily. Uhh…why did I have to tell him I loved him again??

He takes his time driving us home. "God Noah I can get out of the car and walk faster than you driving this car." I complain. "Hey I have precious cargo to think about." He says placing his large warm hand on my swollen belly. I try not to smile at how adorable he can be sometimes. I don't want to encourage him after all.

He pulls into the drive way of our tiny house. The outside is a little rundown but with a fresh coat of paint and some new shutters and maybe some flower boxes it could look like new. Suddenly I can't help but think of Noah running around the front yard with a pretty little girl with black curls, his eyes, and my smile while I sit on the porch with our son teaching him how to tie his shoes.

It kind of freaks me out that I would be already thinking of us as married with another child when we still haven't even had this one yet. We don't even know what to call our relationship right now and I've already have our lives planned out. It worries me that more and more my dreams of being a famous star are falling to the background. I wonder just how much I really do have to sacrifice to have Noah and our son.

"Hey what's wrong Rach?" Noah asks the concern clear in his voice. "Oh…nothing just tired is all. Your mom sent some leftovers for you. They're in the microwave." I say with a small smile. "Ok." He says still eying me like he knows I'm not telling him everything. He doesn't push for more but I know he knows. He helps me out the car and in the door. I fix him a plate while he showers. I can't help but think this is what our life together would be like. With me teaching music while Noah works as a mechanic in Jared's shop. Maybe my father was right. I'll end up a Lima housewife with a pack of little Puckerman's running around and my dreams of stardom pushed to the side.

For some reason I cringe inwardly at the thought. How could I let things get so out of control for me? Love. Love is what makes us blind. Love makes you do foolish things. Things like giving up everything you ever wanted and dreamed of. I lie down on our bed and run my hands over my protruding stomach. I want fame so badly but do I want it enough to give away my son and lose Noah? Would performing be more satisfying than motherhood? These are the questions that plague me now.

I can't help but think about it while two warm arms encircle me. I'm pulled closer and feel the warmth from his body. I turn my head and look into his hazel eyes. Noah's eyes. Is he worth giving it all up for? I can feel my stomach turn at my thoughts. "Rach, please tell me what's wrong?" Noah says lovingly stroking my cheek. "Noah…I…I…think we made……..

A/N: Please review. Next up…What will Rachel say?? Is her love strong enough for Noah?? Or will she give him up to be a star?? And what about their son?