A/N: So sorry for the long delay! School has been ridiculously busy lately. I'm not in love with this chapter, but confrontation isn't my strong suit and I wanted to get something posted soon. (And check out my newest fic, Sparks!)
I slammed the door of my truck and stormed up to Finn's door. I knew he never locked his door, so I pushed it open and strode into the house.
"Finn!" I yelled. "Where the fucking hell are you?"
He came rushing down the stairs, taking them two at a time.
"What is it?" he asked, alarmed.
"I don't want you going anywhere near Melissa, got it?" I said, voice dripping with rage.
"What? Jealous that I have a girlfriend and you don't?" he asked with a cocky swagger.
"I don't want you touching her." My voice is low, dangerous.
"She's my girlfriend, dude. That's, like, what we're supposed to do," he answered dryly.
"Don't you fucking dare. I want you to keep your hands off of her, got it?" I felt my hands curl into fists, felt the lava boiling in the pit of my stomach.
Finn took a step towards me, eyes narrowing in confusion. "What's the problem?"
"She's..." my throat tightened around the word. Even after hearing girls say those words to me so many times, I'm scared to say them myself. Once I say those two tiny words at loud, they'll become true.
"She's pregnant."
The words hung heavy in the air. I could practically see Finn's heart shudder to a stop. After what felt like an eternity of stunned silence, Finn whispered one small word.
"Pregnant?"
I couldn't take it anymore. The silence was deafening; his idiocy was infuriating. I lunged onto him, tackling him to the ground. This wasn't just playing around at football practice – this was for real. "You knocked her up, okay? You knocked up my sister! She's my sister!" I roared.
I drew my fist back and let it fly through the air. It connected with Finn's head with a satisfying thud. Another thud. I couldn't stop myself.
"Get off of me! Get off!" Finn yelled.
"That's what Melissa said. Did you get off her? No! You got her pregnant!" I was practically screaming now. I could feel the rage pulsing through my body, hot and unsteady. "You knocked her up! Don't you get it, Finn?"
Finn took advantage of my yelling to push me off and he leapt to his feet. I jumped up, too, breathing hard.
"Get out of my house, Puck."
"Make me."
"I'm warning you. Get out."
I hesitate. He was so close, I could pin him down in five seconds flat.
"Keep your hands off of her." With that, I turn and leave, trying to shake off my fury. The bastard isn't even worth my time.
A/N: I'm thinking of discontinuing this fic. I have a Quill fic that I really, really need to update soon and I just started writing a Harry Potter fic. What do you think? Is this one worth continuing? Review and let me know!