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"No sir, this appointment isn't for Mrs. Quinn Puckerman, it's for a Ms. Bethany Puckerman."

Quinn watched as Puck's face fell slowly, his eyes suddenly losing their sparkle and turning dark while his lips curved downward and gaped open in shock. His face was completely drained of color as his tan pigment turned to an unnatural shade of pale white, Puck looking as if he could be sick at any moment. He was completely frozen in his place, his reactions halted and his ability to think or speak hindered as his body became completely immobile and rigid.

Quinn's first reaction was to jump, the small woman shooting across Puck's lap and jerking the phone out of his hands. She slammed it down quickly on the receiver as she swiftly sank back into her spot on the bed, covering her mouth in shock while hoping her actions had been so quick he hadn't realized she'd even moved. Quinn prayed she had been fast enough to cut the doctor off, that somehow Puck hadn't actually heard anything and that the look on his face was because he thought she was having a baby.

"Quinn," he said softly as he turned to her, his voice eerily low as his head robotically moved to face her, "Why was Beth at the doctor's today?" Quinn's eyes were already glistening with tears as she tried to speak, her lips trembling as she tried to move them but only inaudible noises escaped.

"Quinn," Puck said again, his calm demeanor frightening her as his empty eyes stared through her, "Why was Beth at the doctor's today?" Quinn thought she would crumble under the weight of his stare, wishing he would scream or cry or anything, anything but stare at her with that broken expression. Quinn's breath hitched in her chest painfully as she began to speak, choking on the lump in her throat as her mouth mumbled out the words Puck knew were true but prayed were not.

"Beth's pregnant."

Puck didn't move at first, his eyes still locked on Quinn as her words echoed inside of his head. Beth was pregnant. Beth. Not Quinn, his wife, but Beth, his daughter. His mind went completely blank as he sat on his bed, unable to produce or process a complete thought as the pounding of his pulse rang in his ears. He couldn't think and he couldn't speak, a range of emotions washing over him as he tried to weigh the heaviness of her revelation.

At first Puck felt rage and fury, his first father impulse to find Balen and slowly tear him limb to limb. He imagined the scene as if it was happening then, picturing his process in great detail when he finally got a hold of the little shit.

He would start by gouging out his eyes, the eyes he had laid on Beth too often for too long, and he'd dig around in his sockets until there was nothing left but tender nerves. He'd make his way down to Balen's lips, his filthy mouth that had spewed lies and deceit to his daughter and he'd rip them off slowly. After knotting the asshole's tongue and shoving it down his throat until he choked Puck would move on to his hands, the hands that had touched his daughter and tainted her with dirty fingerprints for the last time, and he'd pop off each finger one by one with quick cracks. He would then twist Balen's wrists around and around gleefully until the skin coiled around the bone inside it and snapped, Puck leaving them to hang limply by his sides. He'd move on up from there to his arms, those arms that he had wrapped around Beth so smugly, and he'd pull and pull until the sound of his tearing flesh met his ears. Puck's next move would be to break Balen's knee caps and bend each bone in his legs until they were fully bent in the opposite way, the boy's lower half resulting in nothing more than folds of skin with rattling shards of bone. From there Puck would then peel the skin off of what was left of his body, making Balen ache and burn just as Puck did now, before he'd gut him like an animal after a hunt. He'd make his way up after that to his torso and punch his way into the boy's chest, shattering his rib cage and reaching in for his heart. He'd squeeze the beating black mass of coal tightly until the beat came to a halt, never quite being satisfied by the murder but willing to accept it as revenge.

It wasn't just wrath that Puck felt as the words punched him in the stomach, his eyes rimming with tears as he felt his heart break when realization sunk in and sadness washed over him.

His little girl, the one he had given up everything for and had dedicated changing his life to, had lied to him. She had looked at him with those puppy eyes she knew made him melt and those pouty lips that she knew won him over, and had deceived and betrayed him. She had ignored his stories, his pleas and his worries and had gone out and given herself away. No, Puck knew he and Quinn didn't have much room to talk, but that was the reason why they had stressed it so heavily to her. Had she even listened to him all these years? Had she even cared or acknowledged the talks her daddy had with her? He had shared him and Quinn's struggle with Beth, about raising a baby in high school and how life altering it had been, and yet she had seemed to ignore it all. Beth and him were close, best friends as she always said or so he thought, and yet none of that seemed to matter as she went behind his back and let him down in the worst way she could. She had always promised to be open and honest with them about her relationships and yet here he sat, receiving the news that she hadn't over the phone from a stranger.

And then there was the hurt, the pain that stung like a slap across the face. Not only had he not mattered enough for her to be honest with, but she had thought so little of him to hide the fact that she was pregnant. He knew she was petrified to tell him, but to have some doctor, some unimportant and meaningless person telling him the truth because his own daughter and wife couldn't had sucked the breath right out of him. And how long had they known, Beth and Quinn? And how long had she been hiding and lying to him with the help of her mother? And what else were they keeping? Did anyone else know? Too many lies and not enough honesty was too much, all of it, Puck overwhelmed as his emotions derailed and caused him to sway between anger and misery.

"Puck," Quinn whispered softly as she finally broke through to him, the first time in her life being terrified of her husband as he moved around the room. His actions were erratic and his noises odd, ranging from deep in and exhaling to low grumbles and groans. His hands had clenched into fists as he swung them back and forth by his sides, pacing beside their bed while shaking his head.

"Puck please," Quinn said again, "Just listen-"

"I-" he said abruptly, bits and pieces of his emotions spilling out as he continued to pace, "You-it-"

"Puck I am sorry, I am so sorry," Quinn said as she slid off the bed slowly, "But I-"

"Shutup!" he snapped angrily, Quinn watching as his angry scowl turned into a pained expression. He looked so lost and confused, torn between his desire to destroy the bedroom around him while wanting to fall apart on the floor beneath him.

"Please, you have to list-"

"How long? How fucking long Quinn?" he asked as his voice got louder and his face turned red to match his watering eyes, "How long have you known? And how long did you hide it?"

"Puck-"

"And how long were you gonna keep this? Keep something like this from me?" he roared, finally stopping his pace and walking towards her, "Were you ever even gonna fucking tell me? Were you ever gonna be honest with me?"

"Of course-"

"Did you know the whole time? About Beth and Balen? Did you know what they were doing?"

"Puck!"

"And you couldn't tell me? I'm your husband! I'm her father! And you keep-what I don't deserve the truth? I don't deserve to know what's going on in my family?"

"Puck you're scaring me-"

"I don't care!" he screamed, Quinn jumping as he got in her face, "I don't-you-god damn you! Everything I do for you and her and you can't even be honest? You two have been lying to me this whole goddamn time?"

"You have to listen-"

"Shutup!" he snarled again, now turning his back and shaking his head. Quinn sobbed as he finally stopped moving, his hands on his hips and his body slouching a little as he sighed. She could hear him sniffling as he gasped for air, Quinn reaching out for him but being pushed away.

"Puck-"

"I-no," he said, moving quickly to the bedroom door and throwing it open, "Beth!" BETH!"

"Puck please-"

"BETH!" Quinn followed him down the hall and through the living room as he continued screaming for their daughter, the two entering the kitchen while Beth's footsteps thudded down the stairs as she appeared on the bottom step.

"Dad?" Beth didn't even have to wait for him to speak as he glared at her through misty eyes, his expression saying it all as she stepped into the kitchen, "Dad…" Puck still continued to shake his head, avoiding both of his girls as he rested his face in his hands.

"Puck-"

"Dad I'm sorry," Beth mumbled as she walked towards him, fully realizing the situation in front of her as she eased towards her dad, "I-I never meant to-I'm sorry." Puck turned from them both of them as he breathed heavily, Beth easing beside Quinn as she continued to explain herself.

"I-it just happened," she began, her voice quivering as she spoke, "And I know you raised me better and I know you guys wanted to protect me from this but-I-I don't know it just happened-and I know you're mad and upset-"

"You snuck around behind our backs, you betrayed our trust, you broke our promises," Puck interrupted as he finally turned to face Beth and Quinn, a single tear rolling down his cheek as he shook his head, "but what hurts the most, the part that really fucking kills me? The fact that you looked me in the eye and you lied to me, both of you, straight face and all The biggest news and I had to share it with some stranger over a phone."

"Dad please-"

"How could you Beth?" Puck asked softly, his voice cracking as he fought back another tear, "How…" His sentence trailed of as he hung his head, walking out of the kitchen and for the front door as Quinn watched her own past unfolded before her eyes.

"Please dad, don't walk away from me," Beth cried, "I 'm sorry-I am-but I need you-" Puck sighed as Beth made her way to him, whimpering sadly as she

"I know," Puck said softly as he gripped the knob, "But its too much Beth-"

"I need you! I need you dad, more than ever please!" Beth made her way to her dad and tugged on his arm, forcing her way into his arms as she gripped his shirt, "Please, I'm so sorry daddy, I'm sorry. I just need you, please I need you." Puck rested against Beth's forehead as he held her, hating himself for being so weak when it came to her. He wanted to tell her everything would be ok, that they would pull through and that they would stick together,. He wanted her to know he had no intention of abandoning her or giving up on her, that he would support her no matter what, but in that moment he just couldn't muster up the words. He pressed a weak kiss on her forehead as he turned, opening the front door and stepping through. Quinn could see the part of him that wanting to stay with Beth and consoler her, but his anger and hurt overshadowed and Puck forced himself to leave as Beth fell apart.

"Dad please-"

"I love you Beth, I do," he said as he turned away from her.

"I need you!"

"And I'll be here," he said as he pulled the door close, "But right now…I just can't…"

The door clicked closed as Quinn held Beth, wrapping her arms around her daughter as they sunk to the floor. Both women were crying, Beth for her dad and Quinn for her husband, both full of regrets, both hoping he would stick to his word and come back.

Puck had been driving for what seemed like hours, his headlights cutting through the night as he sped down the highway. His head and his heart had been at a struggle the whole time, the ache in his chest wanting to turn his truck around while the voice in his head reminded him why he had left in the first place. He had felt guilty about walking out, never having wanted Beth to think of him as giving up on her, but he just had to get away, clear his head and think of what to do next.

He had first driven to Kurt and Jacob's, pumped on adrenaline and in search for the little bastard who had created the whole mess. He arrived to find an empty driveway so he had then gone to his mom's, pulling into the drive and sitting there. He had tried to move to go inside but he couldn't, he hated Beth having seen him like he was, much less his baby sister, so he pulled out and left. Now he was just driving, blind as to where and too exhausted to care.

He randomly turned left and instantly recognized the street, his foot pressing harder on the gas as he sped towards the last house on the right. He pulled into the drive and stopped, getting out quickly and making his way up the drive. He knew, if their was anywhere he could go it was here, knocking on the door and waiting patiently for it to open.

"Noah?" Rachel asked as she tugged on her robe, her eyes puffy from sleep as she squinted to see him, "Noah are you ok?"

"Yeah, look I'm sorry to wake you or the kids-"

"No, not at all-Noah what's wrong?" Rachel interrupted, noticing his red face and pulling him in, "Is everything ok? Is it Quinn? Is it Beth?" The name stung as she said it, Puck grimacing a little as he shook his head.

"I just need to talk to Finn," he mumbled lowly, Rachel nodding as she rubbed his shoulders.

"Ok, I'll go-just hold on," she said sweetly, pecking his cheek before heading upstairs. Puck tried his best to wipe his face off, not needing to give Finn any reason to call him a pussy although the overgrown boy had no room to talk.

"Look Puck, I only did this in college that once," Finn joked as he came chuckling down the stairs, "and that was only because-dud are you ok?" He noticed Puck's expression and hurried to his friend, patting his back as he stared.

"Puck-"

"Beth's pregnant," Puck murmured lowly, Finn's stomach knotting once more as he realized what was happening.

"Puck I'm sorry," Finn said as he hugged his friend, now feeling highly uncomfortable as they talked, "Did she just tell you?"

"No," Puck laughed sadly, "A doctor did when they called to confirm her next checkup." Finn could see the anger and hurt that flashed across Puck's face, heavily debating how honest he should be.

"That sucks, I-I'm just sorry," Finn offered.

"And that's what sucks the most, the fact that I got lied to. I mean how long were they gonna keep that? How long had they? I just-I don't even know anymore." Finn felt another pang of guilt, Puck's words hitting him hard as he realized it was now his turn to confess.

"Puck, I have my own secret to tell you," Finn said lowly, bracing himself for a punch or groin kick.

"Jesus Christ if you tell me you're the father of that baby I swear to God-"

"What? Dude no!" Finn said as he shoved Puck a little, shivering as Puck threw his hands up, "That's just wrong!"

"My sixteen year old is pregnant, what's right anymore?"

"I know, it's just-I…I knew Beth was pregnant." Puck stared at Finn blankly, shrugging a little as he grumbled.

"Quinn called and told Rachel? Figures, they get the phone calls but not me-"

"No, no Puck," Finn said as he groaned, "I knew Beth was pregnant before Rachel. Before Quinn. Before you." Puck's jaw tightened as he furrowed his brow, stepping towards Finn and growling.

"What?"

"Look she was terrified," Finn said as he backed away, "She had all this pressure and guilt-she just needed someone to talk to, someone besides Bale and I knew what she was going through so-I'm sorry-"

"You knew something like this and didn't tell me?" Puck screamed, Finn jumping a little as Puck cornered him, "You knew and you didn't tell me?"

"I knew Beth should do it! I knew it was her place, not mine!"

"Well apparently it isn't even her place! Jesus Christ!" he bellowed, shoving past Finn as he headed towards the door, "Is there anyone who's not keeping something from me? Anyone?"

"Puck-"

"Fuck you," Puck said flatly, opening the door and walking through it, "I'm done." He walked down the drive and climbed in his truck, Rachel now joining Finn as they tried to call him back. Puck ignored them as he sped away, barreling down the highway angrily. His wife, his daughter, his best friend. Everyone had known but him. Beth had felt more comfortable telling Finn than her own father? And how many more people were hiding secrets from him? Puck dug the gas pedal into the floorboard as he drove towards town, trying to get away as fast as he could.

The whiskey burned as it slid down his throat, Puck smacking the bar hard as he laid his head down on it. He wasn't drunk, yet, but he had been trying to the past hour to kill the pain he felt with a bottle of Jack.

"'Nother?" the bartender asked.

"'Nother," Puck replied, sliding him his shot glass and watching as he filled it up. Puck fully understood what he was doing was stupid, that after he woke up with a killer stomach ache and migraine that his problems would still be there, yet he couldn't have cared less. He just needed a break from all of it, everyone and everything, just needing time to think.

"Well my, my, my, what in the world? It couldn't be?"

The hair on Puck's skin rose as his head shot up, his ears perking like a hounds as his eyes darted open. An old familiar throbbing began ringing in his ears as he tried to slow his heart, knowing he was crazy, there was no freakin way. A hand on his back sent a shiver down his spine as he turned on his bar stool, knowing that voice all to well, that sugary, sweet voice that dripped with molasses.

"Robyn?"