A/N: Has it really only been a week since I last updated? I swear it feels like longer than that.
When he spots Rachel the next morning at her locker, Puck just leans against the wall across the hall from her and observes silently. He sees the way that her shirt just hangs on her small frame in an attempt to cover up any baby bump that she might have. He also notices that she's started wearing jeans more often, which he thinks is just a damn shame since he loves looking at her legs on a regular basis, even if they aren't together anymore. But he doesn't exactly mind getting the chance to stare at her ass everyday either since he remembers how good it felt in his hands whenever she would straddle him in one of their frequent make out sessions.
When Puck thinks she's just about done at her locker, he strolls on over and waves her glee folder in front of him. "You left this at practice yesterday."
Rachel gasps when she sees the folder and quickly takes it from his hands before rifling through the contents looking for her pictures. "Thank you, Noah. Um, you didn't happen to see anything else with my folder yesterday did you?"
He stares at her questioning gaze and notices that she seems a little scared. Puck knows that his pre Glee self would've taunted and teased her mercilessly about her being pregnant and just made her life hell in general. But ever since Glee and dating her, he just doesn't have the heart in him to drag this out any further than necessary. So he pulls the pictures out of his back pocket and shows them to her. "You mean these?"
The widening of her eyes would've almost been comical if it weren't for the severity of the situation that she was in. She snatches them from him before hastily shoving them into her bag while glancing around to make sure that no one witnessed any of that.
"So you're pregnant," Puck states; as he crosses his arms over his chest causing his muscles to flex.
Rachel closes her eyes and takes a deep breath before opening them and before she can even stop the tears from pooling in her eyes, she whispers meekly, "Yes."
He runs a hand over his mouth before saying, "Right. Well I guess that explains your sudden friendship with Quinn."
"I'm so sorry, Noah," she chokes out.
"Whatever. I mean it's not like we're dating or anything so you couldn't pull a Quinn on me. Not like we didn't date for months, where I was completely faithful to you and never pressured you into having sex because I knew you weren't ready and I was willing to wait for you." Puck sees that she's started crying now but he just keeps on with his rant now that he feels he's on a roll. "I was cool with that. But it's not like any of that mattered since you were apparently all for giving it up to someone else as soon as I was out of the picture. Just whatever, Berry." He then turns around and stalks away from the tiny brunette, leaving her to cry on her own.
Rachel lets out a loud sob before she's quick enough to cover her mouth in an attempt to muffle it. With tears blurring her vision, she pivots and runs past her fellow students just hoping and praying that none of them have heard any of her conversation with Noah. She doesn't even notice when Quinn calls out her name as she just keeps running.
Quinn is standing next to her boyfriend trying to pay attention to what Finn is telling her about some new football play that Coach Bieste is making them learn. But she can't help from watching Puck and Rachel having some sort of argument before he storms off and she runs the other direction, tears streaming down her cheeks. She calls Rachel's name as she runs by, but the girl doesn't slow down or acknowledge her in the least, so she quickly turns to her boyfriend and interrupts his ramblings with a quick kiss to the lips and says, "I'm sorry, Finn, but I just remembered something that I need to get done before class."
She hurries down the hall after Puck and finally catches up with him outside his government class. "Puck, wait up."
He glances up at his name and sighs when he sees the former head cheerleader. "What do you want, Q?"
"What did you do to Rachel?"
"Nothing."
She levels him with an angry glare. "So that's why I just saw her running away and crying her eyes out."
Puck just stares at her before replying, "Look, Quinn. I didn't do anything to her. She did it all on her own so just stop accusing me already." He doesn't expect her to slap him across the cheek nor for it to sting as much as it does. "What the fuck, Q?"
"You are a grade A asshole, Puckerman. You have no idea what you're talking about in regards to Rachel and you need to fix this. You need to find her, apologize, listen to her and stop being such a prick," she practically yells before stomping away.
As much as he doesn't want to admit that he is wrong, Puck knows deep down that what he had said and the way he acted had really upset Rachel and that he should listen to Quinn and at least attempt to make things better between the two of them. The only problem is that all day long when he keeps trying to track her down she manages to turn into some sort of pregnant midget ninja because he would catch a glimpse of her down the hallway and when he finally got to where she was supposedly at, she had vanished. She also manages to avoid him during lunch and since there is no glee practice that afternoon he knows he won't be able to see her then either. Sighing with resignation, Puck realizes that he's going to have to go to her house in order to apologize. He hasn't been back there since they broke up and he really isn't looking forward to it since he can easily recall all of their steamy makeout sessions and he really doesn't see the chance of something like that happening after the way he has treated her today.
But nonetheless he finds himself sitting in his truck at the curb outside her house trying to convince himself that he really needs to get out and go talk to her. Blowing out a big breath, he rubs his hands on the thighs of his jeans before grabbing his keys and sliding out of the truck. Puck slowly walks up towards her front door before deciding that he doesn't want to take the chance of her shutting the door in his face, so he goes around the house and starts to climb the tree outside Rachel's window. He sees her lying on her bed diagonally with her head towards the window and her feet towards her bedroom door, with one hand rubbing up and down her body between her breasts and down to her belly and the other one out of sight but still moving in a somewhat rhythmic manner . He smirks when he knocks on the window and startles her so that her hands fly to her chest when she jerks up on the bed.
"Noah!" she gasps. "What are you doing here?" she asks him, even though he's still outside her window balancing on a tree branch.
Puck observes her flushed appearance and her slightly heaving chest and wonders if he had possibly interrupted anything private. "Let me in, Rach."
Placing her hands on her hips she just stares at him. "Why, Noah? What do you want? I think you made your opinion pretty clear this morning."
"Just let me in. Please? I wanna talk to you. Promise I'll listen to you," he says, giving her his most charming grin.
"Fine," she mutters as she unlocks and shoves open her window before stepping back to let him scramble through.
Once he stands up straight, Puck looks around and sees that her room is still the same. Her walls are still super yellow, playbills framed all over the walls, her bedspread is still really pink and he wonders if her bed is as comfortable as he remembers it being. He sits on the edge of the bed and kinda bounces up and down on it just a little and decides that yeah, it is just as comfy as he remembers it. He still hasn't said anything yet and looks over at Rachel, who's standing there with her hands on her hips with one eyebrow raised, silently waiting for him to start speaking.
"I'm an ass."
Rachel snorts. She fucking snorts before covering her mouth in surprise and giggling quietly at her unexpected response to his attempt at an apology.
"Yeah yeah. I'm an ass. I said some mean shit to you today and you didn't deserve it. I guess I was just upset."
Rachel just stares at him for a little bit knowing that this was the closest she was going to get to an actual "I'm sorry" from her ex-boyfriend. She sits down next to him with her hands on her lap. "It's not like I planned for any of this to happen. I certainly had no intention of going to that party and coming out of it potentially violated," she says in a quiet voice full of hurt and anger.
"What do you mean potentially violated?" he chokes out as he grabs on to one of her hands and clasps it between his own larger ones.
She gazes up at him with tears pooling in her eyes before staring down at their hands, tangling her fingers with his before speaking. "I don't know how it happened, Noah. I-I don't even know who did it," she stutters.
"Rachel, you don't have to tell me this," he tells her because he's not sure if he can handle hearing the story.
"I want, no I need you to know, Noah. I need you to understand," she pleads with him. When she sees him nod at her she takes that as a go ahead to continue. "It was at Finn and Kurt's fourth of July party. I saw you there you know," she laughs humorlessly before continuing, "talking with some pretty girl and I guess I wasn't over you so I drank the beer that was in my cup. I really don't know who gave it to me or how you can stand to drink that horrid drink. It tastes so nasty." He smirks at her little tangent before giving her fingers a squeeze to let her know that he's listening.
"I then went off in search of something better tasting to wash out the taste of the beer. And then I can't remember anything until the next morning when I'm waking up by myself in a bed feeling tired, sore and with a little bit of blood in my panties. Of course me being me, I attributed all of those things to just overworking myself for my dance recital, which I can sadly no longer partake in given my condition, and just my normal spotting. And since I can't remember what happened between finding something better to drink and waking up, I can only conclude, and honestly hope, that I was either so drunk that I just had sex with whatever willing person I could find or I was r-r-raped," she finishes, her final word barely being heard at all, it was whispered so quietly.
Puck quickly wraps her up in his arms and feels her tears wetting his shirt as he rocks her back and forth. He tries to not let himself think about the fact that he really can't remember a whole lot about that night either, but he's not sure if it's because he drank so much and got wasted or that it's just been so long since it happened. So instead he chooses to focus on the crying pregnant girl in his arms. "Fuck, Baby. I'm so sorry. How long have you known?"
Rachel sniffles as she turns her head away from his muscled chest so that her voice can be heard but making sure to not completely move away from his secure embrace because she realizes just how much she's missed it. Trying her hardest to not let herself blush at their closeness, she lets her fingers play with the hem of his shirt as she says, "I've known for two weeks. Although my doctor tried to tell me a few weeks before that but I refused to believe her. I just didn't see how I could possibly be pregnant since I knew that I hadn't had sex. I mean you'd think I'd remember my first time, but no, not me."
He's quiet for a little bit as he lets all this new information sink into his brain. "So how far along are you?"
"I'm sixteen weeks now. I apparently get to find out the gender at my next appointment as long as the baby cooperates."
"Shit," he mutters when he realizes that she's already close to being halfway through her pregnancy and then he remembers that afternoon in the parking lot at his mom's work. "Is this what you were crying about that afternoon in your car?" He feels her nod and he gently kisses the top of her head without really thinking about what he's doing. "So what's your plan?"
"I don't really know. Obviously I'm not having an abortion. I haven't a lot of time to debate the pros and cons of keeping it versus giving it up for adoption." Rachel can feel him tense at the mention of adoption and she knows that he's thinking about his own baby girl, Beth. "I just don't know what I should do and I wish I didn't have to deal with this at all. Getting pregnant in high school was most definitely not part of my life plan," she says in a lame attempt at making a joke to help lighten the mood.
They're quiet for a few more minutes before he asks, "So who all knows?"
"Well Quinn figured it out on her own and I told my dad's that day you found me in my car. They asked me if it was yours," she tells him without looking at his face so she misses the odd look that passes over his features at hearing that last little bit.
Puck can't exactly explain what he feels when he hears that the Daddies Berry wanted to know if he was the father of their daughter's baby. Part of him can't help but think about his daughter who was living with Rachel's biological mother of all people. Thinking about how he was denied the right to call her his for so long and that even when he was finally able to call her his, that she never really was since Quinn was going to give her up for adoption. He briefly lets himself entertain the idea of being Rachel's Baby Daddy and what their kids would look like. Whose eyes would they have? Would they have his nose? Would they wind up with her amazingly talented voice and naturally verbose manner? Bringing himself out of his thoughts, he hugs her tiny body closer to his with one arm while running his other hand up and down her thigh.
Rachel feels as if her skin where he is touching her is being electrified all of a sudden and her breath hitches. She squeezes her thighs together to try and relieve the sudden pressure she's feeling at her core. She remembers reading online that a pregnant woman's libido can increase while pregnant and she guesses that that's what's happening to her right now and would definitely explain why she was just beginning to pleasure herself before her ex-boyfriend showed up outside her bedroom window. She had been fine getting her hormones under control when he was there, shocking her with his sudden appearance, and then of course their following conversation. But it was like the dam had burst as soon as he had made actual skin to skin contact beyond just hand holding. The tiny diva looks up at him and whispers his name before placing her lips upon his.