Authors note: Okay, so I didn't plan on updating quite yet until I received an email telling me I had a guest review saying my story was 'unrealistic'. I'm sorry, I wasn't aware that fanfiction needed was supposed to be realistic? I actually thought that it it was called fanfiction, not fan-non-fiction. Please, if you're looking for realistic, you shouldn't be here. Rant over. Anywho, here's another update! :)
Also, most of this is from Sam's point of view.
No beta.
"I hope this doesn't change anything, or anyone's opinions." Sam looked around at the group, who were frantically congratulating them.
"Of course it won't. You're not the only homosexuals in McKinely high, and we all love you for you." Rachel smiled.
"Woah, that's hot guys." Santana smirked, biting her lip as she mentally pictured the two boys together, her comment got a chorus of agreement from the rest of the room.
"No! No...this is fucked...no." Finn shook his head disapprovingly before storming out of the room, Quinn stood and slowly left the room avoiding eye contact with the Glee club.
"Hey, Quinn! Wait up!" Sam called. "I gotta, you know." Sam waited for Puck to nod in approval before quickly hurrying after the petite blonde.
"Quinn, I'm sorry..." Sam began, holding on to her arm.
"It's okay, I just...I guess some part of me knew. I'm really happy for you, Sam." Quinn swiped at a tear forming in her eye.
"Quinn I really want us to be friends, you've always meant something to me and I'd hate really to throw it all away." Sam formed an awkward half-smile, which caused Quinn to smile.
"Sam, we're still friends and we always will be. Okay?" Quinn pulled Sam in for a hug.
"Hey, wanna get some coffee after school?" Sam smiled, he really did want to be Quinn's friend. He knew he was going to lose some friends and maybe even gain some because he and Puck's new social status, and that worried him, so now he wanted to keep his friends closer than ever.
"Sure. We can go straight after school if you want?" Quinn smiled, the happiness in her voice made Sam feel so much better.
"Sure, I have to go back to Glee club, so I'll meet you at your locker?" Sam smiled.
"Sure. I'll see you then." Quinn gave Sam's arm a squeeze before walking away. Sam sighed with relief before happily strolling back to Glee Club.
"How'd it go, man?" Puck asked.
"It's went okay. We're meeting for coffee after school, is that okay?" Sam asked, almost as if he was asking his parents and not his boyfriend.
"Of course." Things had been a little off with he and Quinn since they gave up Beth. At one point, Quinn was his whole life and giving up Beth killed them both, if things were different he was sure that he, Quinn and Beth would be a family, but things were different. He liked Quinn, although she'd been a real bitch to him lately, and he was happy that Sam had a good relationship with her, even if he couldn't.
"I'm happy for you man." Mike was whispering while Mr Schue continued talking to them.
"Thanks man." Puck smiled.
"I always got your back" Mike smiled.
"That means a lot to me, bro. Thanks." Puck and Mike were pretty close, so he was happy to know Mike accepted him.
"Bro's for life." Mike let out a low chuckle, fist-bumping his friend.
"Quinn, can I ask you something?" Sam asked nervously as Quinn sipped at her coffee.
"Sure." Quinn smiled.
"Uh..." Sam awkwardly cleared his throat. "You know, you've been a little distant from everyone lately...I...the whole of the Glee club have been a little worried about you and Finn." Sam was speaking is a very soft tone of voice, to make sure he didn't seem bitchy. Quinn quickly looked away from Sam and into her coffee.
"Finn and I have been having some problems, you know, normal relationship stuff. But then I found out Finn has a picture of Rachel in his dresser and, well, to get back at him...I...uh, called your name out during sex. I know it wasn't the best way to get back at him but..." Quinn was being serious but she couldn't speak over Sam's barks of laughter.
"You really did that?" Sam was barely able to keep his laughter under control.
"Yeah." Quinn shook her head and began laughing.
"So that's why you've avoided everyone lately?" Sam finally managed to speak between chuckles.
"I guess. I wanted to keep him away from Rachel and he wanted to keep me away from you and Puck." Quinn shrugged.
"Why Puck?" Sam asked, a little confused about why Finn didn't want Quinn around Puck.
"I don't want you to take this...personally because I know you and Puck are an item, but I guess it's because Puck and I have a daughter, Beth, and we're always going to have that connection. I think Finn's jealous, he's always trying to stop me from seeing Beth because he's afraid Puck and I are going to pick up and leave with Beth." Quinn batted a few tears back, Sam instantly grabbed her hands to comfort her.
"He can't do that. Beth is your daughter, Finn can't stop you from seeing her." Sam shook his head.
"I know, but because I cheated on him before he thinks that I'm going to do it again. I can't blame him though, I've broken his heart in the past and anyone would be jealous." Quinn took a moment to herself to fight back the tears.
"It's okay Quinn." Sam squeezed her hand.
"You know, I really am happy for you and Puck." Quinn smiled, squeezing Sam's hand in return.
"Me too." Sam smiled. "Quinn?"
"Yeah?" Quinn smiled.
"Are you happy? I mean, with Finn?" Sam asked, biting on his bottom lip.
"Sometimes." Quinn bit the inside of her cheek, before bringing her hot drink to her lips.
"You should be always be happy, Quinn." Sam sipped his drink, staring into Quinn's eyes.
"Sam, Finn and I have been through so much...I can't just throw it all away. He's not perfect, but I love him." Quinn didn't even attempt to mask her emotions.
"Come here." Sam shifted his chair a little so he could pull Quinn in to his warm embrace. "No matter what, you can always count on me to be a shoulder to cry on. I'm always going to be here for you, you know that right?"
"I know. Thank you, so much Sam." Quinn rested her head on her friend's shoulder. "I'm sorry."
"For what?" Sam cocked a brow.
"For being such a bitch lately." Quinn's voice was barely a whisper.
"Quinn, being a bitch is just in your nature." Sam joked.
"You're right." Quinn laughed, sitting up. "Hey, wanna see a picture of Beth?"
"Sure." Sam smiled.
"Here." Quinn pulled out her phone and showed Sam a photo of her daughter.
"Wow, she's so beautiful. She has Puck's eyes and your hair. She's gorgeous!" Sam beamed, admiring the photo of the beautiful little girl.
"Thanks." Quinn smiled. "One day I'm going to get her back."
"I bet you're an amazing mother, Quinn." Sam smiled.
"I will be." Quinn sighed as she took once last look at her daughter. "You know, you should meet her one day...Beth...I'm sure she'd like you, she likes blondes." Quinn laughed.
"I don't know...I wouldn't wanna step on any toes or anything." Sam's smiled disappeared.
"What do you mean?" Quinn cocked a brow.
"Well, for one I'm not sure if Puck would want me to meet her, and I'm sure Finn wouldn't like it." Sam furrowed his brow, he looked sort of sad.
"What? I'm sure Puck would love for you to meet her, and Finn doesn't have a say in it." Quinn smiled.
"Thanks, I...I'd love too." Sam's smile was once again shining brightly. They continued talking over another cup of coffee before making their way home, they drove to Starbuck's in Quinn's car and she insisted on driving him back home.
"Is that the fucking cops?" Quinn asked, widening her eyes as she turned onto Puck's street.
"What the fuck?" Sam suddenly felt sick when he realised they were parked right outside of the Puckerman residence. Quinn pulled over a few houses down from Puck's house before she and Sam jumped out of the car and ran toward the house.
"What's going on?" Sam breathed heavily, running to Sam's mother who was holding Sarah into her side while speaking to a police officer.
"Sam, Quinn..." Ruth pulled both blondes into a hug, squashing Sarah in the middle. She pulled back resting a hand on each teenagers shoulder. "It's Puck..." Ruth began sobbing.
"What's happened, Ruth?" Quinn asked, her voice trembling.
"Has he been arrested? What for?" Sam began panicking, imagining crazy scenarios in his head.
"No..." Ruth was unable to speak.
"Ma'am, would you like me to take your daughter inside?" A female police officer asked, she knew Ruth from Puck's past encounters with the police, they were on a first name basis when she wasn't working.
"Yes please." Ruth crossed her arms, but used one to swipe at her damp face. "It's okay honey, go with Megan." Ruth smiled down at her daughter.
"Okay, mommy." Sarah had clearly been crying recently, and she was obviously confused as to why the police were at her home. "Mommy, has Puck been bad again?"
"No, honey. Puck hasn't been bad." Ruth choked.
"Okay." Sarah looked at the ground, clutching on to her teddy bear for dear life.
"Come on, honey." Megan smiled, when the female officer and Sarah were out of sight and ear shot, Ruth turned to Quinn and Sam.
"Puck was at Lima Bean with Rachel..." Ruth caught her breath. "They walked to Puck's truck to come home when Puck was attacked." Ruth began sobbing.
"A...attacked?" Sam felt his heart sink into the pit of his stomach, his hands began trembling and his heart began racing.
"What? By who?" Tears began rolling down Quinn's face.
"Is he okay?" Sam began crying.
"Rachel couldn't stop them, there were so many...Puck's in the hospital." Ruth barely managed to put a sentence together between her sobs.
"We need to get to the hospital." Sam stuttered.
"I'll drive." Quinn insisted.
"What about Sarah? I can't take her to the hospital, it will break her heart. She's already worried." Ruth shook her head.
"I can stay here with her." Quinn hugged Ruth.
"No, no, I can take her to my moms. Puck needs his friends to be there." Ruth suggested.
Puck, Sam and Quinn rushed through to doors of the hospital and ran to reception, there wasn't many people in the hospital tonight, so they were able to speak to someone right away.
"I...I'm Ruth Puckerman. I'm here about my son, Noah." Ruth frantically asked, her hands trembling as she placed one on the counter.
"Yes. Mrs Puckerman your son is in surgery at the moment." The plump red-headed woman stood and rushed around the other side of the counter to stand face to face with Ruth.
"Surgery?" Ruth began sobbing again. "What..." She wasn't able to speak.
"What happened?" Sam pleaded, breaking down into tears, the woman looked between the trio before speaking.
"Your son had some very serious head injuries, ma'am. The doctors found some internal bleeding, I'm afraid he was beaten very badly. The girl he was with...Ms Berry...she was knocked around a little herself. Her parents are in the waiting area." The nurse placed a hand on Ruth's arm while giving Sam and Quinn, who were in floods of tears, a sympathetic smile.
"Are they going to be okay?" Quinn asked, as Ruth and Sam were unable to speak.
"Ms Berry will be fine, she's just getting a few stitches, aside from a few minor bruises and cuts she's fine. We won't know any further details on Mr Puckerman until he's out of surgery.
"Fuck!" Sam slammed his fist into the closest wall, he sunk to the floor unable to catch his breath, Quinn and Ruth were quickly at his side.
"Sir, you need to take some deep breaths okay? You need to calm down." The plump woman rushed over, kneeling at Sam's side. She guided him through some deep breaths until Sam was breathing normally again. They sat in the waiting area when Sam finally calmed down.
"Hiram, LeRoy..." Ruth called, as she approached Rachel's gay fathers.
"Oh Ruth!" LeRoy frantically hugged Ruth quickly before Hiram took her into his arms.
"Hello Samuel, Hello Quinn." Both men greeted, they met Sam twice before and Quinn a few times.
"How's Rachel? Is she okay?" Ruth asked, as Quinn and Sam nodded, waiting for an answer.
"She's fine." LeRoy informed them.
"We haven't been in to see her yet." Hiram clung to his husband's side. "How's Noah?"
"He's in surgery." Ruth's voice broke into a whisper.
"Oh, I'm so sorry." Both men sympathised.
"We should sit. Would anyone like some coffee?" LeRoy asked.
"No thank you." Everyone shook their heads.
"What should we do?" Hiram asked.
"There's nothing we can do but sit and wait." Ruth whispered, resting her head on Sam's shoulder while holding Quinn's hand.
"Mr and...Mr berry?" A doctor asked, cocking his brow at the small crowd in the waiting room.
"Yes?" Both men stood.
"Your daughter is asking for you." The male nodded, before walking away.
"What room is she in?" LeRoy called.
"Follow me." The man gestured. They followed him through large double-doors, took a left and came to a halt at room '12'. "She's in there." The man said, before walking away.
"Oh, sweetie! Are you okay?" Both men ran to each side of Rachel, examining the stitches on Rachel's arm.
"I'm fine, Dad, Daddy. Oh Ruth, Sam, Quinn!" Rachel's facial expression lightened for a split second before she turned very serious again.
"Hello, Rachel." Ruth smiled, weakly.
"Hey Rach." Sam could barely form a smile, but he tried his best.
"Hey Rachel." Quinn nodded.
"What happened, princess?" Hiram asked, holding his daughter close to him.
"Noah and I were at Lima Bean having some coffee, we went to the car park to go home, when...six or seven men came out of nowhere and began attacking Noah. They had their faces covered,I tried to stop them, but I got pushed to the ground by a very large man." Rachel choked back tears. "I screamed at them to stop and I tried to stop them but no one came, one man hit me in the face...and...I just passed out." Rachel sobbed, both of her Dad's were holding her, telling her everything was going to be fine.
"You did everything you could." LeRoy assured her.
"Rachel you were very brave, thank you for helping my son." Ruth whispered, holding Rachel's hand.
"How is he? Where is he?" Rachel asked, looking around the room.
"He's in surgery." Sam told her, Rachel gasped and more tears began streaming from her eyes, she already had mascara smudges around her eyes and face.
"It all happened so fast." Rachel cried.
"Oh, Rachel!" No matter how much she had judged Rachel in the past, Quinn had to give her props for trying to defend one man against six others. Quinn gave her a questionable look and Rachel nodded. Rachel knew Quinn was mentally asking if she could hug her and Rachel agreed. When they broke the hug, Sam and Ruth were at either side hugging Rachel.
"When are we going to find out more about Noah?" Rachel asked.
"We don't know yet." Ruth shook her head, squeezing the tissue in her hand. Once Rachel had caught up with everyone they all went back to the waiting room. Rachel had insisted that her Father's leave as she was fine, she convinced them they had nothing to worry about and they finally left after an hour of Rachel's begging. Leaving Ruth, Rachel, Quinn and Sam waiting.
"Mrs Puckerman?" The short, plump red-head reappeared.
"Yes?" They all quickly turned their attention to her.
"Your son, and friend, is out of surgery. The doctors managed to stop the bleeding, he's now he's out of surgery." The woman smiled.
"How is he? Can we see him?" Sam instantly replied, not giving anyone else a chance to reply.
"He's doing very well for someone in his place. It's going to be a while before he's going to be able to see anyone, he's sleeping at the moment and the doctors have to run a few more tests. If you want to go home I can personally make sure you're all contacted when he's ready to see anyone." The nurse smiled.
"Thank you. But I'm going to wait here." Ruth smiled.
"Me too." Sam agreed, Quinn and Rachel exchanged a look before agreeing to stay as well, the nurse nodded before turning and walking away.
"Oh thank god." Ruth sat back in her seat, pressing her hand against her chest, Sam let out a rough sigh, but he didn't speak.
"That's the best news in a while." Rachel sighed.
"Thank god!" Quinn shook her head. They sat waiting eagerly, quickly looking at everyone who walked around the corner hoping that it would be about Puck.
"Would anyone like a coffee? There's a Costa Coffee shop about half a mile from here, I'll drive there." Quinn asked, it had been over two hours since they had the news Puck was out of surgery and they were all talking amongst themselves.
"Oh yes, a decent coffee would be perfect right now." Rachel stood next to Quinn.
"Thanks girls. I'll have a skinny latte." Ruth smiled, she offered Quinn money but Quinn refused. Sam had been silent ever since they had been told Puck was okay, so everyone was shocked when he spoke.
"Can I have white, one sugar...please." Sam's voice was weak, he dug his hand into his pocket and pulled out a fifty, handing it too Quinn.
"It's okay, Sam. I have this." Quinn smiled, handing it back. Sam managed a weak smile before both of the girls set off on a coffee hunt.
"Ruth I'm so scared." Sam's voice broke down as he turned to Ruth.
"Me too, honey." Ruth hugged Sam, the blonde sobbed into the older woman's shoulder. "He's going to be fine, okay?" Sam began violently crying, while Ruth ran her fingers through his hair, letting a few stray tears roll down her red cheeks.
"Did he tell you?" Ruth whispered when Sam had calmed down a bit.
"Tell me what?" Sam asked, confused.
"How he feels about you." Ruth smiled, Sam lifted his head to they were making eye contact.
"Y...yeah." Sam whispered.
"Good. Sam, stop blaming yourself." Ruth smiled, weakly.
"Is it that obvious?" Sam's bottom lip quivered.
"Honey, you've been sat in silence starting at that same spot on the floor for over an hour now."
"If I didn't pressure Puck into...being with me...then this would have never happened." Sam's voice broke while he shook his head.
"This isn't your fault, okay? This is no one's fault. And if I know my son, he wouldn't want you to blame yourself for this." Ruth stroked Sam's hair, squeezing his shoulder reassuringly. Sam didn't reply, he just held Ruth as she began crying again. They broke the hug but kept their hands firmly in each other's grip for a while before Rachel and Quinn reappeared.
"Thanks." Sam and Ruth both smiled, accepting the coffee being handed to them.
"Noah Puckerman party?" The nurse joked, she let out an awkward cough when no one laughed at her 'joke'. "He's awake, he's ready for you." Everyone jumped up and practically tripped over each other as they quickly followed the nurse to the room Puck was in.
"Ma, Quinn, Rach." Puck's voice was weak. He had a very puffy black eye, everyone noticed he was covered in scratches, bruises and cuts, and that was only his face and arms. Sam dreaded what his body looked like. His face was pale and his lips were dry, on his bottom lip there was a large cut. "Rach, how are you?"
"I'm fine, thank you Noah." Rachel smiled, hugging Puck.
"Baby mama." Puck's chuckle turned to an aggressive cough. He barely raised an arm indicating for a hug, Quinn quickly accepted.
"How you holdin' up?" Quinn asked.
"I don't know, all I know is that morphine is fucking awesome." Puck smirked.
"Language" Ruth joked, pulling her son in for a tight hug, ignoring his wincing. "Baby, are you okay? I was so worried." Ruth cried.
"I'm fine ma." Puck smirked.
"You're not fine. You look awful." Ruth shook her head.
"Sam. Come here." Puck smirked over at Sam, who stood awkwardly in the corner of the room.
"Puck!" Sam cried as he stepped over to his boyfriends bed. Before Sam could speak again, Puck pulled him in for a soft, yet passionate kiss. Puck winced, he ignored the slight tinges of pain and let tears stream from his eyes. Sam kissed him back as softly as he could, letting the tears freely run from his face, blending with Puck's.