I saw his mohawk from across the hall. He was talking to Rachel by her locker. They did that a lot, lately. Just talked. And I knew they weren't doing anything else, because they weren't dating, and if they were just messing around he'd never talk to her in public. He always looked happy when he was talking to her, not that he usually got too many words in. Still, it was kind of nice to see him happy for a change. Since Baby-gate broke, he was just as universally hated as I was. The Glee kids still loved all of us, but even they usually worried about Finn first. They were trying, which was totally appreciated, but all they could see was that Finn, whose girlfriend was having a baby with his best friend, needed a friend more than Puck.

Anyway, I hated to break up their conversation, but I was willing to bet my thing was slightly more important.

"Hey Puck, hey Manh-Rachel." Okay, I know. We were friends, but old habits die hard. "I need to talk to you."

"I'll leave you two alone." Rachel said, skipping off to join Kurt at the end of the hallway.

"Hey, what's up? Is it about the baby? Did something happen to her?" He asked, suddenly all concerned.

"Yes, and no." I replied. "She's fine. Great, actually. I just wanted to tell you, I found someone to adopt her." Yeah, I knew he wasn't too crazy about the adoption idea, but he knew we couldn't really keep her.

"Oh yeah?" He asked, trying to look less concerned than he really was. As if he thought I couldn't see through that. "Who are they?"

"He, actually. The guy's getting divorced. He has a girlfriend, though." I knew I was making him a little nervous. It was totally on purpose. He'd just think it was that much more awesome when I told him who it was.

Okay, he was looking genuinely anxious by now. Enough build up.

"It's Schue. I asked him to adopt her. He said yes."

A smile spread across his face.

"No shit?"

Articulate as always, Puck.

"So, like, we'll still get to see her and stuff?" He asked.

"Yeah, yeah, open adoption. I have a meeting with his lawyer next week. Do you want to go?"

"Yeah, you know it. This is great."

"Yeah." It actually was, for once. He started looking around, probably for Rachel. Because they were BFFs, now, apparently.

"Hey, do you like her?" I asked him.

"Like who?"

"Rachel, duh."

He laughed. "Baby, if I 'liked' her, we'd be doin' it by now." I rolled my eyes.

"Ohhhkay."

"Nah, she's cool. We're buds. She's trying to help me get in to college, and stuff."

So this kind of surprised me. Puck thought school was for losers, basically. The idea of him seeking a higher education was a little unbelievable.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, I figure I'll get in somewhere. All my teachers pass me so I can play football. Plus, I've been going to Pillsbury's SAT prep class every week. And Berry's like a human dictionary, so I know a lot of vocab by now.

I was impressed. He was actually trying. I wondered why Emma didn't tell me he was going to her class.

"Oh, and I told Pillsbury not to start telling people I was trying in case things didn't work out."

Mystery solved.

"Good for you, Puck. I'm proud of you."

"Thanks babe. Hey, I gotta go. Meeting with Schue's lawyer next week?" He was obviously dying to tell Rachel the news. She already knew, you know, since she was there, but he didn't know that. Ah, well. She'd act surprised for him, anyway.

"Yep, Thursday night."

"Sweet. I'll be there." He touched my stomach and walked away. That was his way of saying goodbye to the baby, I guess. Puck was really sweet when he wasn't acting like a jackass.

Then I remembered that I actually had a class I was supposed to be getting to. I turned around and headed toward my locker.

Finn was standing right next to it. I thought for half a second that maybe he was going to talk to me. Then I remembered that his locker was next to mine, and that I hadn't seen him at our lockers in so long because I'd been avoiding going there at the same time as him. So he wouldn't have to look at me. But there he was. He saw me, too. I kept my head down and pulled a book out of my locker. I turned around to go, and then Finn said something.

"I know you're sorry. You don't have to run away every time you see me."

It had been 6 weeks since Baby-gate broke. Finn was still mad, I knew it, and he had every right to be. But he didn't have it in him to hate me for that long. He was too forgiving.

I didn't know what to say to him. "I'm sorry" would be pretty redundant, but nothing else seemed quite right, either. Leave it to Finn to make it easier for me. He was always doing that.

"So how is she?" He asked, sincerely.

"She's good. Healthy. The doctors say it looks good."

"Good. I'm glad."

Then he went to class, and I went on digging for my chem book in my locker. It was amazing how talking to him for just a second made me feel so much better about everything. I'd missed him so much.

He didn't forgive me yet. But it was a start.

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