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Make Me Forget

Chapter 15 - Father to Son

Now that Puck had moved in, there was a nice dynamic going on at the Berry house. Puck slept in the guestroom and in the mornings he would wake up and shower, then wake up Rachel and send her into the shower to get ready for school. He would head down for breakfast where Richard would already have a steaming cup of coffee waiting for him. Alan would make them pancakes or omelettes or whatever it was he felt like for that day and Puck would pack a lunch for him and Rachel. Rachel would come down and they would all eat breakfast together before Puck drove himself and Rachel to school. After school was either football practice, Glee, or Puck had to go to work. Then he would come home, they would all eat dinner together, watch a movie or play a family board game before heading up to bed. It was a good arrangement, in spite of the touching ban Alan had in place. Puck and Rachel still found time to grope each other around the house when he wasn't watching, and they had closet rendezvous during school hours. Rachel was looking forward to one day having sex in a bed again though.

One weekend Rachel was sitting on the couch with her feet up listening to the 'Wicked' soundtrack while studying and Puck came home from work, looking exhausted. He dumped his shoes and his bag at the door and collapsed onto the couch lying down so that his head rested on Rachel's lap, although her belly was taking up a lot of the space. She ran her fingers through his hair absently, shifting so that she could rest the book on her small bump and study while he lay with her.

"Hey there Puckleberry," Puck whispered to her stomach and Rachel moved the book from her view so she could look down at him and smile.

"What are you doing?" she asked him amused and Puck frowned up at her mockingly.

"Talking to my son, now if you'll excuse me," Puck flipped the book back up to cover him and her belly from view and Rachel giggled leaving him to his conversation with their son.

"Puckleberry, your mother is nosy, that's the first thing you will have to learn," Puck whispered secretively to Rachel's stomach and Rachel felt a strange sensation as Puckleberry responded to Puck talking to him.

"You are getting him all excited Noah," Rachel told him wiggling a little at the feeling of Puckleberry moving around in her stomach. Puck pressed a kiss to her stomach then jumped to his feet.

"Be right back," he said quickly turning and running up the stairs. He returned moments later carrying his guitar. He took a seat on the footrest Rachel had been resting her feet on and pulled it forward so that he was as close as possible to her stomach sitting between her legs.

"What are you doing?" Rachel asked curiously as Puck started tuning the guitar.

"Singing my son a song," Puck told her matter-of-factly and Rachel smiled. Puck was going to make such a wonderful, loving father.

Puck started to strum his guitar as he started to sing, completely focused on Rachel's stomach.

A word in your ear, from father to son
hear the words that I say
I fought with you, fought on your side
long before you were born.

Rachel had never heard the song before but the words and the way Puck was singing to their son with so much emotion brought tears to her eyes. Pregnancy made her very emotional that was true, but still, this was the most beautiful thing she had ever experienced. Her hands moved to hold her stomach affectionately.

Joyful the sound, the word goes around
from father to son, to son.

As Puck sang he imagined his son. He would have Rachel's eyes, and Puck's lips, maybe Puck's nose as well, and Rachel's auburn hair. He'd be a stud of course. Puck would take him to the park and play catch with him and when he grew up Puck would teach him to respect girls and not get them pregnant when they were sixteen. Puck could see his son so clearly.

Take this letter that I give you,
take it sonny, hold it high
you won't understand a word that's in it
but you'll write it all again before you die.

Alan and Richard came in to see Puck singing to Rachel a song by Queen and they both stood in the doorway watching, with their arms wrapped around each other. Puck didn't notice that he had an audience; he was so intent on singing to his son.

A word in your ear from father to son
funny you don't hear a single word I say
but my letter to you, will stay by your side
through the years till the loneliness is gone sing if you will -
But the air you breathe I live to give you.

Father to son, father to, father to, father to son

When he finished Rachel and her dad's erupted into applause. Richard even had tears in his eyes while Alan had something that looked like respect in his eyes for Puck, which was a nice change from the hostile look of contempt Alan usually gave him. Rachel leaned forward as best she could to kiss him and Puck kissed her back forgetting the rules. Alan didn't say anything to ruin the moment, he figured that Puck deserved to have a moment.

When Rachel was coming up to five months Dianna had decided to take Rachel on a baby shopping spree. Rachel was wearing Puck's letterman jacket every day to school to try and hide the bump along with loose tops that had been pre-approved by Kurt. Luckily Rachel was slim to begin with so the bump was there but could be hidden. Dianna had wanted to give them money but Puck had declined saying that he was taking care of everything, so instead Dianna decided to kidnap Rachel for the day and spoil her with baby clothes and other items they would need eventually. Rachel was actually having a good time. Dianna had been young herself when she had Noah, she had just turned nineteen, so now she was only thirty-six and was one of those young mom's who could relate to her kids and to Rachel and still be the mother figure.

Dianna had been a great help for Rachel who was experiencing all the side effects of being pregnant and Rachel was glad to have someone to walk her through everything, like gas which had been embarrassing as hell the first time she'd inadvertently let loose in front of Puck. To his credit, he had tried to hide his snigger but couldn't quite disguise it into the cough he was going for. Rachel had been mortified, and promptly burst into tears. Puck had tried to quell her tears for an hour before calling his mother. Dianna had come in and told Rachel it was perfectly normal, and for Noah to get used to it because it would only get more frequent and nastier. He wasn't laughing after that. Rachel had been a little depressed after that particular incident which was why Dianna had suggested this little outing, plus she wanted to know the mother of her grandchild better.

Rachel laughed at something Dianna said and turned to see Jacob Ben-Israel with his mother Rebecca. His mother was pregnant with her fourth, or was it fifth kid? Either way, this was a disaster. Jewish women knew other Jewish women; it was like the prerequisite, so when Dianna turned to see Rebecca she called her attention waving frantically. The two women met in the middle of the bottle section and hugged each other while Rachel tried to not stand any closer to Jacob than was necessary.

"Well hello Rachel," Jacob leered at her and Rachel nodded her head at him politely.

"Jacob."

"Dianna Puckerman, I haven't seen you in so long," Rebecca Israel greeted Puck's mother in a friendly way.

"Rebecca, so good to see you, I've been working a lot of shifts at the hospital," Dianna explained her absence and the two women laughed and nodded at each other.

"What are you doing here? Oh my goodness, you're not pregnant are you?" Rebecca Israel was as nosy as her son, and loved nothing better than to gossip. This was so bad. Jacob Israel was about to find out that Rachel was pregnant to Noah Puckerman and the whole school would know thanks to his strange 'Gossip Girl'-like blog.

"Not me; my Noah and his girlfriend Rachel," Dianna revealed smiling with delight as she took Rachel's hand patting it proudly.

"Oh my, she's so young," Rebecca gasped looking over at Rachel, judgment in her eyes and Rachel tilted her chin proudly. Rebecca turned back to Dianna, still with a fake pleasant smile on her face, "kids these days, making all sorts of silly mistakes."

Rachel bristled with rage. Her baby might have been unplanned but 'Puckleberry' was not a silly mistake. Before Rachel could tell the woman off Dianna spoke, her voice shaking with anger.

"My grandchild is not a silly mistake; these kids are in love and having a baby. At least they aren't like some couples who are having a bandaid baby to hide their sham of a marriage when everyone knows the husband flies to Phoenix every weekend to visit his mistress," Dianna paused her rant and smiled innocently, "how is Paul Rebecca?"

Rebecca spluttered with rage and Dianna turned and tugged Rachel behind her as they exited the store heads held high.

"Now I see where Noah gets his temper from," Rachel commented laughing so that she didn't burst into tears but like all mothers Dianna could see right through her and pulled her into a warm hug.

"Don't ever let anyone speak badly to you about the baby Rachel, you are doing a brave thing here, and I'm proud of you and Noah," Dianna told her firmly and Rachel relaxed into Dianna's hug. It made her feel better to have someone hold her. Rachel was still just a kid after all.

"Thank you Dianna," Rachel whispered softly then she looked down at the ground, "Jacob Ben-Israel will tell everyone at school. I need Noah."

Dianna didn't say anything else, she just bundled Rachel into the car and took her home, silently cursing herself for running her mouth.

Puck was in the Berry living room playing Wii with Hannah when Dianna and Rachel came in the door. Dianna was leading Rachel by the hand and Rachel didn't say anything when she saw him which was strange because usually Rachel would talk a mile a minute updating him on everything she had done without him. Dianna squeezed her son's arm then called for Hannah to grab her stuff as they had to go. Rachel stood there in front of Puck in silence until Dianna and Hannah had left. Noah was getting freaked out by the dead look on her face. Rachel Berry not talking was a sure sign that the shit was about to hit the fan.

"Jacob Ben-Israel knows," Rachel finally said her voice shaking and Noah enveloped her in a hug automatically as he slowly processed in his head what this meant. By Monday the whole school would know Rachel was pregnant and they would be in for a whole world of torment.

"Babe it's okay, it's going to be okay, I'm here with you, I'm not going anywhere," Noah assured her feeling her shaking in his arms and he felt a little out of his depth. The only thing he wanted to do right now was find out where that Jacob punk lived and kick the living shit out of him, but Noah was smart enough to realize that beating up the nerd wouldn't help Rachel. It might make him feel better though. No, now was not the time to plot revenge against the creep. He wasn't going to be selfish and he was going to put his very stressed out, pregnant girlfriend first. He pulled back from her slightly to ask, "You want me to call someone?"

Rachel nodded slowly and Noah didn't even have to ask who to call. Her dad's were away for the weekend; apparently Richard had taken pity on them and given them the house to themselves for two days, against Alan's protests. Noah had been planning a dirty weekend for him and Rachel but those plans would be put on the back burner now. He shifted a little so that he could take her phone from her purse while still keeping an arm around her and rang her speed dial number 4. He was number 1, and her dad's were 2 and 3, and her number 4 picked up the line cheerily.

"Hey there baby mama," Kurt said by way of greeting and Noah had never been so glad to hear Kurt's voice in all his life. Seriously.

"Jacob Ben-Israel knows, Rachel needs you and the others now," Noah didn't waste any time getting to the point.

"We'll be right there," Kurt gasped hanging up and Noah turned his attention to his distraught girlfriend, holding her close and stroking her hair as she shivered against him. She wasn't saying anything which was scaring him more than anything else. Rachel usually always had something to say. Noah hoped the others would get here soon.

The gang arrived not long after. Rachel stood by the window wringing her hands nervously while Kurt, Tina, Mercedes, Artie and Puck sat on the couch watching her. None of them knew what to say to calm her down. She still wasn't saying anything.

"You know I kind of feel like we are Mystery Inc, and my Navigator is the Mystery Machine," Kurt commented completely off topic. Puck could not believe Kurt was having this conversation while Rachel was freaking out silently.

"Who would you be?" Mercedes asked giving a small smile. Puck was staring at them like they were mad. They seriously thought now was the best time to have this conversation?

"I'm clearly Fred," Kurt declared like it was common knowledge complete with a toss of his head.

"Clearly," Artie deadpanned.

"Wh..who am I?" Tina queried and Kurt looked over at her.

"Honey, you are Velma."

"Does this make me Shaggy or Scooby? Because I find the fact that I am either of them highly offensive," Artie informed Kurt an unimpressed look on his face, likewise Mercedes looked annoyed.

"Daphne is a skinny little white girl, I could snap her with my little finger," Mercedes pointed out, offended that Kurt thought she was Daphne. Kurt huffed.

"Ok! Fine! We aren't the Mystery Inc," he retorted before muttering under his breath and Puck snapped his fingers at them trying to call their attention to the problem at hand.

"Hey can we focus on Rachel here," Puck reminded them sharply and Kurt rolled his eyes.

"We were trying to get her to focus on something else to calm her down," Kurt explained for him, and Puck frowned. He never really did understand all that psychology stuff.

"Well it didn't work," Puck stated the obvious and Kurt glowered at him. They were so intent on staring each other down that they didn't notice Rachel had turned to them until she spoke.

"Everyone at school is going to know," Rachel whispered, her voice breaking and Puck moved over to wrap his arms around her but was pushed aside by Kurt, Mercedes and Tina who engulfed Rachel in a group hug. Puck looked over at Artie who shrugged, Artie was well used to being on the outside of girl hugs.

"Rachel, we are here for you, we will all arrive at school together tomorrow morning, and will form the wall of protection around you, none shall touch you under our watch," Kurt promised her and Tina and Mercedes nodded their affirmation. They wouldn't let anything bad happen to her.

"And if anyone looks at you the wrong way, me and Puck will kick their asses," Mercedes said easily slamming a fist into her palm and Rachel gave a tight smile.

"Ok," she said nodding her head accepting what had happened when suddenly her face paled considerably, "Oh God Quinn, I need to go see Quinn."

Rachel clumsily tried to push past them all but Puck stepped in front of her to block her exit, noticing her shaking hands. Rachel was in no state to go anywhere.

"Rach, you're shaking you need to rest," Puck placed his hands on her shoulders and looked into her eyes. She looked up at him frantically shaking her head.

"No Quinn has to hear this from me, I'm not letting her hear it from someone else," Rachel panicked and Puck kissed her forehead. It was just like Rachel to be more worried about someone else than herself.

"I'll tell her, you just rest, please," Puck begged moving her to the couch and pushing her to gently sit down.

As soon as she hit the couch Mercedes was on one side of her and Tina on the other, taking her hands and holding her down. Kurt hurried to the kitchen, probably to make cocoa while Artie hurried to the stereo and turned on some music. 'Hair' came rocking through the speakers and Puck was kind of embarrassed that he knew the musical; living with Rachel was destroying his manliness he was sure of it. Rachel was staring up at Puck and he gave her a comforting smile before grabbing his jacket and his keys before heading for his car.

Miss Pillsbury answered the door when he knocked. She was dressed in a nice outfit, make up and everything.

"Hey Miss P, Quinn here?" Puck asked quickly and Miss Pillsbury smiled politely and nodded.

"Come on in, I'm just on my way out," Miss Pillsbury told him, letting him in and she grabbed her bag and waved before heading out of the apartment. Puck stood there in Miss Pillsbury's kitchen trying to form the right words to tell Quinn about the baby but he couldn't come up with anything so far. He should have rehearsed it in the car on the way here.

"Hey Puck, where's Rachel?" Quinn's voice startled him from his thoughts and he turned to see her standing in the hall that connected the kitchen to the living room. She was wearing her pajamas and was peering around Puck looking for Rachel. Puck had never visited her on his own before.

"At her house, I came to talk to you," Puck said gruffly and Quinn frowned.

"Oh," she murmured leading the way back to the living room where she had been watching Grey's Anatomy. Puck followed her slowly and Quinn looked up at him curiously when he entered the living room from where she had curled up on the couch, "What's up?"

"Rachel wanted to tell you herself but she's in no state to go anywhere right now so I said I would come see you and tell you..." Puck knew he was rambling and just faded off, not knowing how to say what he came here to say. Strangely enough, Quinn looked like she already knew.

"Tell me what?" Quinn asked softly and Puck ran a hand through the short bristles of his hair.

"Rachel's pregnant," Puck blurted out and Quinn nodded, turning her eyes back to the screen calmly. Puck was a little weirded out. He had expected tears, or screaming, but the silence was frightening, just like it had been when Rachel came home.

"How far along?" Quinn spoke up, her eyes still on the television screen.

"Just over five months," Puck answered her coming to sit at the opposite end of the couch. Quinn nodded to herself and breathed deeply.

"Congratulations," Quinn said finally turning to look at him and Puck hated seeing that look in her eyes. The sad, lost look she had been wearing when she had first lost Sarah. Quinn forced a smile to her face, "Boy or girl?"

"A boy," Puck said quietly and Quinn turned away from him and breathed in deeply again, like she was trying not to cry. Puck could tell she was glad Rachel wasn't having a girl, it had been a couple of months and the loss of their baby girl was still foremost in both their minds. They hadn't really ever spoken of her, of Sarah. Before Quinn lost the baby she and Puck had barely spoken, and afterwards when Puck visited her, Rachel did most of the talking. Puck reached out a hand and took Quinn's in his for a moment, squeezing it gently, "I still think about her, about Sarah, sometimes I dream about her, whether she would have looked like you or me."

Quinn sniffed looking down at her empty stomach and Puck released her hand, rubbing his palms over his thighs absently.

"I never thought I would miss being pregnant," Quinn confessed sadly, then she ran a hand over her slim stomach, remembering the bump that had been there a couple of months ago as she continued, "I miss feeling her kick, and the wiggling around."

Puck's eyes moved to her stomach. He had never felt that with Quinn, she hadn't let him anywhere near her stomach when she was pregnant with Sarah. With Rachel he had felt Puckleberry every step of the way, every kick, every time he wiggled Puck knew because he shared the moment with Rachel. Quinn had walked these same steps with Finn, and now Finn was gone and Quinn was alone with her memories.

"I'm sorry that you are going through this alone," Puck said apologetically and Quinn shrugged, brushing away the tears that came to her eyes.

"I'm not really alone, I have all you guys," Quinn said giving a small smile but Puck could see right through her. She had friends, but she wanted Finn, more than anything.

"You just miss Finn," Puck stated more than asked and Quinn sighed deeply.

"Yeah I do."

"I miss Finn too," Puck said after a pause and they sat there together on the couch in silence for a long while. Puck got to his feet eventually, checking his watch to see that he had been gone for nearly an hour.

"I better go, Rachel is freaking out, Jacob Ben-Israel found out and by Monday everyone will know so Kurt, Mercedes, Artie and Tina are over doing damage control," Puck told her frowning and Quinn jumped to her feet, stunned into action by his words. She knew only too well how a scathing blog from Jacob Ben-Israel could ruin your life.

"Let me grab my bag, have you called Santana and Brittany?"

Puck had to smile. Old Quinn would never have just dropped everything to comfort Rachel Berry. Old Quinn would have sooner shaved her head than comfort Rachel Berry. New Quinn cared about Glee, she cared about each and every member.

"Not yet," Puck told her and Quinn grabbed her bag then grabbed Puck by the arm and started dragging him out of the apartment.

"I'll call them on the way."

AN: So on Monday everyone is going to know that Rachel is up the duff. Which means Finn will find out too. Isn't Puck the sweetest? Singing to his son and such...man I need me a Puck STAT!...my husband might have something to say about that though...LOL

NEXT CHAPTER: Rachel and Puck's secret is revealed but they get protection from someone they least expected. Rachel has one of many pregnant moments. Rachel has a plan to get Finn and Quinn back together.

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Does anyone have any ideas for a song that would be good for the Glee club to use at Regionals? I was thinking Seasons of Love from Rent, but I wanted a song where each member could have their chance to 'shine'. I wanted them to all have their moment. If you have any ideas let me know in your review!! Thanks lovelies!