AN: Okay so I'm the worst person ever at updating, but I appreciate the response to the story. This chapter gets a little ugly and a little graphic. If you have something against smut please close your eyes at the end of the chapter. Lol. Hope you enjoy!

When the door swung open, a young girl stood in the doorway and it was obvious that this was Beth, his Beth. Her hair was the same shade of blonde as Quinn's, her eyes the same hazel as his own. Her features were a blend of all of his and Quinn's best. She was a beautiful girl and the pictures that he'd seen had done her little justice.

"Who are you?" She looked at them curiously.

Rachel gave her a small smile. "Is your mom home?"

"Mom!" she yelled at the top of her lungs and within seconds Shelby was walking down the hallway, a small pause in her steps the only indication of her surprise.

"Rachel. Noah." Shelby nodded at them before turning to Beth. "Baby, can you go play in your room?" She watched as the girl ran off before turning back to the pair on her porch. "What are you doing here?"

"Can we come in please?"

Shelby looked at her daughter, her face a mask. "Why?"

"Because we need to talk to you and I honestly do not feel like standing on your porch while we do so."

Shelby looked like she was going to say no for a minute before she stepped back, gesturing them inside. She led them down the hallway and Puck could see that although the house was clean it looked lived in. There were pictures of Beth everywhere, toys scattered on the floor. This was a house where a child was loved. As he glanced at Rachel he could see the pain in her eyes. Damn. Of course it would bother her to see what she had missed out on without knowing Shelby as a child.

Shelby led them into what Puck assumed was the living room where she took a seat in an arm chair, leaving the couch for he and Rachel to sit on. He sat quickly and noticed the distance Rachel kept between them. So much for a united front.

"So what is this all about?"

"It's about our son, your grandson, Nathan." Rachel leaned forward, hands clasped nervously in her lap.

Puck watched as Shelby noticeably bristled. "We discussed this on the phone Rachel. I won't put Beth through that."

"He's at the hospital here in town, you should come and meet him," Puck threw in as he tried to keep his anger in check. "It might make the decision to help us easier."

"What part of 'I don't want to help' do you guys not understand?" Shelby shook her head. "And from what I heard the two of you do not get along, so what's going on? Quinn told me that the pair of you broke up ages ago."

"I'm glad to know that Quinn was keeping you up to date on your daughter's business." Puck knew that his voice was dripping with sarcasm, but who the hell did she think she was? What business of it was hers whether or not they were together? "Nathan was born after Rachel and I split."

"And yet Quinn didn't mention it."

"That's because I kept it from Noah." Rachel's words were spoken so softly that Puck didn't even know if they would carry to Shelby. "It didn't end well and I decided that it would be in the best interest of all parties if I didn't tell him. But as soon as he found out about Nathan and his illness, he's been there for me one hundred percent."

"Which is more than we can say for you." Damn. His mouth was going to get him in some major trouble if he didn't watch it. But shit, he and Rachel still hadn't talked about what had happened between them five years ago and just the mention of it had him on edge. Not to mention Shelby's attitude.

"I just don't see what concern this is of mine."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Puck exploded, shooting up from the couch. "This is your grandson, and Beth? She's my daughter. She could be what saves your grandson from dying. Do you understand that? He's fucking dying."

Shelby folded her hands in her lap. "I was never a mother to Rachel so I never expected to have anything to do with her children. And as far as Beth is concerned, she is my daughter, not yours."

"Oh, but that can be remedied."

The mask that Shelby had worn since they walked in the door started to crack. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about taking you to court and having the adoption overturned. You know that they prefer children be with their birth parents."

"You wouldn't." Shelby looked at him and something in his face must have told her that he in fact would. She sneered at him. "No one would give you custody of her. You're a single man who is a cop. That's not at all reliable. But good try."

Puck didn't even know how to respond to that because she was right. A single father who was a cop? That shit would never fly. But damn, he didn't know what else he could say to get her to agree to this.

"They would if we were married." Rachel stood up, putting her hand on his arm. "If we were married they would give us custody."

Shelby looked at her daughter, the shock apparent on her face. "You would do that to me? You would marry him just so that you could rip Beth from the only mother she's ever known?"

"I would do anything for my son."

When Puck glanced down her face was cold, eyes emotionless. She was serious. That was something he hadn't been expecting.

"You call Beth your daughter, but you obviously don't understand what a mother would do for her child if you don't believe that I'd do this. I guess I should've expected as much since you were never a mother to me."

"I think that the two of you should leave now." Shelby stood, the anger vibrating in her voice. "I want you out of my house now."

Puck wrapped his arm around Rachel's shoulder, leading her towards the door. Just before Shelby shut it behind them, he called over his shoulder, "This isn't over."

Rachel kept it together throughout the entire drive to the hotel and when they were checking in. But when they stepped into the suite they'd be staying in, she felt her resolve slipping. She was exhausted both physically and emotionally. The fight with Shelby had been too much.

She wasn't sure where the words had come from when she'd said she'd marry Puck so that they could get custody of Beth, but she'd had to do something. Rachel understood the worry of a mother not wanting to put her child through anything unnecessary, but Nathan was dying. Why was Shelby being so unreasonable with this? Did she not care about her at all? She'd always thought that there was some part of Shelby that cared at least a little about what happened to her, but after today she just wasn't sure.

"So were you serious?"

Puck's words startled her from her thoughts. She turned to meet his eyes and saw the surprise in them. "I don't know why you're so surprised. What I told Shelby earlier is the truth. I would do anything for Nathan. Even if it meant being in a loveless marriage and taking Beth from her. I would do anything."

"Loveless?" Puck scoffed. "We would have the best fucking marriage ever. Don't you remember what we were like in bed?"

"Are you serious? Sex is not love and you know it. Just ask the little tart that you screwed while we were together."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Puck shook his head. "That was five fucking years ago and I told you then that nothing happened between the two of us. You never had any faith in me."

"That is absolutely not true. I had complete faith in you until you blew our relationship to hell." The last weeks of stress, anger and feeling of helplessness all shot to the surface as she stepped closer to him, eyes flashing with anger.

"You didn't believe me when I said that I hadn't cheated so I'd say that meant you had no faith in me."

"And why should I have believed you? Why would she make it up?"

Puck laughed, shaking his head. "Are you still that naïve, Rachel? She wanted to break us up. She wanted you to believe her and throw me out on my ass. The day after you left me she was up my ass. She thought that she stood a chance, but no girl has ever been good enough. Not after you."

"So you're blaming me for your lack of a love life? Just like I'm sure you didn't cheat."

"Fuck you, Rachel. What the hell do I have to do to get you to believe me? You want me to take a fucking lie detector test, I will. I. Did. Not. Cheat."

Rachel shook her head, pushing against his chest. "And I still don't believe you."

Puck let out a growl before grabbing her arm and yanking her to his chest. His lips were on hers before she realized what he'd had planned. Although she meant to pull away, to push his away, she found herself returning the kiss.

The heat, the passion, it was still there. Her entire body felt like it was on fire as his hands slipped under her shirt, yanking it over her head. Her own hands were under his shirt, nailing digging into his back as his lips trailed down her neck.

Her bra was gone before she could even register. His mouth was hot on her breasts as he took one of her nipples into his mouth, lapping at it with his tongue while his hand mimicked the motions on the other.

Somehow Puck had backed her against the couch and when she felt her knees hit the edge she pushed against him, swinging him around so that his back was to the couch before pushing him down onto it. She yanked his shirt over his head, marveling at the still perfect body. She ran her tongue lightly over his nipple, pulling on the nipple ring (yes, he still had it) with her teeth.

Puck hands were busy undoing her pants and sliding them down her legs. She kicked them off along with her shoes before turning back to him with nothing but her lace boy shorts on. She straddled his lap, grinding herself against him through his pants as their lips crashed together once more.

Puck's hand slipped between Rachel's legs, pushing the lace aside. Running a finger along her slit she knew he could tell how much she wanted this. She could feel her juices coating his finger as her hips jerked against him. Her own hands were on his jeans, unbuttoning them and sliding the zipper down.

He immediately popped free and she was thankful that he still went commando. It made this so much easier. He lifted her hips as she slid his pants down so that they weren't in the way. His hands slipped her panties to the side and she quickly slid over him.

She knew that this was a bad idea. She didn't know what he'd been doing for the last five years and here she was having unprotected sex with him, but honestly she didn't care. All she wanted was to feel, to forget the world for a few minutes.

She arched her back, taking him in fully. She held herself there for a moment, enjoying the sensation of being filled. It was just like it had been all those years ago. And then his hands began to urge her to move her hips and she did. She lifted herself up and down his length as he lifted his hips to meet her. She rode him hard and fast.

It wasn't long until she felt the sensations building as she knew she was going to come. Puck obviously knew the signs as well because he reached between them, his thumb flicking over her clit. With just a few more strokes she was falling apart. His name spilled from her lips, her back arching as he slammed up into a few more times until she felt him come inside of her.

She slid bonelessly against him, her head on his chest. Once she was sure she could move, she slid herself off of him and stood. She picked up her clothes and headed for her room without once meeting his eyes.