Thanks so much for the reviews...again. Okay so originally I had planned this story to be Finchel, but as I was writting I realized that it has to be Puckleberry, Finn will never love Rachel, he mistreats her and he broke her heart again...and again and oh yeah after that he stomped on it for good measure.
I don own Glee
Kurt Hummel did not believe in God. He Didn't want to believe that some great power would make him homosexual and then make people discriminate against him. He didn't believe that someone could be so cruel to take his mother away when he was nine years old, or could make his father suffer from a heart attack.
As Kurt Hummel sat in the surgical waiting room of Memorial hospital he wanted to believe in God. He did not want to believe that someone like Rachel wouldn't make it, he didn't want to think of Rachel just gone into oblivion; floating around in a black hole. Rachel would go to heaven, he was sure of that. She was a good person, she would always be there for him… she always there.
It started in the first grade ,that he saw her true spirit. He was being picked on, by some boys who said he couldn't play house . Rachel had just run up and told them "My daddy says that boys can do whatever girls do and girls can do whatever boys do." Kurt had been shocked and looked over at the tiny girl in her overalls and smiled at her.
It was when his mother died that she had really been there for him. She had walked the two miles to his home, by herself, and had rang the doorbell with a large plate of cookies.
"I know you must miss your mother terribly," She had whispered handing him the chocolate chip cookies "and I know we're not friends, but if you need anything all you have to do is ask."
All he had done was stare at her eyes wide, he teased her, he made fun of her clothes and yet she was the only one who cared enough to offer their support. He remembers that he didn't even say thank you.
In freshman year he was getting bullied profusely by the fatheaded football players and she had stepped right in, not even afraid that most of the boys had one hundred pounds and a foot on her.
"You can't judge people for who they are!"
The boys had just laughed "You shouldn't be talking fag spawn."
Rachel's face had paled , but she remained determined "You're just jerks." She grabbed Kurt's arm and pulled him down the hallway.
"How do you do it?" He asked her.
She gave him her dazzling smile "You get used to the torment. I'm a black sheep living in a flock of white ones… We will be great someday Kurt." She had finished and walked away from him down the hallways and through the flock of white sheep. Again he hadn't even thanked her.
Today he felt guilty, yes they had reconciled and had become best friends…but they could have been friends for years. They could have been a pair of black sheep together, instead of two separate black ones.
Shelby pulled into the parking lot of Memorial hospital at 1:13 AM, with a sleeping baby. She quickly shoved her car into park and pulled her sleeping daughter into her arms rushing into the hospital as soon as possible.
"Shelby," Hiram and Leroy stood up eyes red and hands shaking.
"Leroy, Hiram." She nodded shifting little Beth to reach out a hand for them to shake.
"We need to talk, before she comes out of surgery." Leroy told her seriously.
That's when she noticed the young boy with the buzzed head, Beth's father, he was staring at the little girl in awe and wonder.
"Puck come her for a moment." She called to the young man.
He rushed out of his seat and she watched as his friends stared at him.
"Would you like to hold her."
He looked at her like she was joking but he held out his arms all the same "I'd love too."
She smiled and laid the little girl in his arms and turned to her eldest daughters fathers'.
"Let's talk."
They led her to a small bank of chairs, away from Rachel's friends and teammates and she couldn't help biting her lip; she was nervous.
"Shelby," Hiram started reaching for the woman's hand and holding it "we are so grateful to you, you gave us our little girl our baby…" He stopped looking at her with sincerity.
"However, we never expected you to stay away from Rachel, you know that." Leroy spoke softly.
Shelby felt the tears in her eyes build up "It would've been so hard-"
Leroy patted her arm "We know, but we also know how much you hurt her. After you told her goodbye she cried for three days."
"But she seemed fine." Shelby cried out as she let the tears fall from her eyes. I she would've known how affected Rachel had been she never would have…
"She's a brave little girl Shelby. She puts on her show face when she doesn't want to hurt others, she really is selfless." Hiram told her as thought about his pride and joy.
"I want to be a part of her life."
"We want you to be a part of her life."
Puck was happy. He was so happy and he shouldn't be, the girl he loved was in surgery and was seriously injured, but he was holding his little girl; his Beth.
"Hi Beth, I'm your Daddy." He whispered cradling the sleeping baby in his arms.
She opened her tiny blue eyes in response and started to coo. Puck felt his heart jump up in his chest, he had missed her so much in the past year.
"How are you doing?" Shelby asked returning and sitting across from him.
"Do you want her back?" He asked his voice low and full of disappointment, there was no point in trying to hide it.
She shook her head "Noah, do you want to be her father."
He smiled at this woman, he should be offended because he was her father, but he knew what she meant. And of course he did, this was the only good thing he had done thus far.
"Yes, if your willing to let me be."
She smiled and looked at him just like Rachel always did "I don't want you to have to realize that you want a relationship with your daughter after you've almost lost her.
Puck felt the tears stream down his face, because of Rachel he was going to have a relationship with Beth. The baby in his arms started to cry and he quickly cradled her to his chest "It's okay, when you meet Rachel, you'll know why I'm crying."
Shelby smiled at him "You've only missed a year Noah."
He smiled back at the adoptive mother of his daughter "Thanks to Rachel."
Rachel was getting tired of seeing things, she already knew the answer. If it was for Noah and Beth she would greatly decline the second chance at life.
"Greg, I have made my decision already." She whined as the boy moved her along to a high rise apartment in New York City.
Greg just smirked "You really do not listen do you, you have to see everything before you can make your choice."
She rolled her eyes "I've already decide to die though, Noah means too much to me."
The boy felt his heart jump a little bit, this girl wanted to die for another person to be content.
"Come on we've still got loads to see." He urged her, not wanting to get on his knees and beg her to live, because this worl was lonely.
He had transformed them into the apartment. It was quaint and homely with a large bay window showing off times square.
"Blaine darling where are the keys?"
Rachel gasped as she saw a grown up Kurt holding a baby. Kurt was a father, he did not seem like the paternal type at all, or at least he didn't back then.
The baby started to whine and Kurt kissed her head "Shhh Rachel, we are just going to go see Grandma and Grandpa in Ohio."
Rachel was in complete and utter shock. Kurt had named his little girl after her. Why why why would he do such a thing, she couldn't understand. They had become friends but…
"Baby I'm going to drive." An adult, extremely handsome, Blaine walked in dressed in a pair of khakis and an expensive looking sweater.
Kurt rolled his eyes and handed Blaine the baby "I'm fine to drive Blaine."
Blaine sighed heavily and looked at his husband "I know how hard tomorrow is going to be for you baby."
Kurt dropped into a leather arm chair and let a tear fall from his crystal blue eye "She's been gone fifteen years Blaine."
Blaine sat down across form his life partner and placed a hand on his knee "She would've wanted you to be happy."
"I am so happy, I just wish she was here to see our baby, our wedding, me being in Wicked." Kurt smiled and let out a laugh "She would've been up there next to me, she would've been singing her heart out with me every god damn night."
"She probably would have baby, but the past is the past." Blaine ran his hand over his knee " I hate to be harsh Kurt, but she is gone and she's not coming back. It has been fifteen years Kurt."
Kurt stood from his chair angrily "You think I don't fucking know that Blaine. Do you think I do not realize that things have changed, that I know I shouldn't think of her every night? That every year on my birthday I don't wish we could go back in time and she'd be there fighting for a solo." Kurt slumped back into his chair and let his tears fall onto his white cashmere sweater.
Blaine went over to a playpen in the corner of the room and laid the baby inside. He went over to his husband and wrapped his arms around him "I am so sorry sweetie. I know you loved her, and I know you feel guilty, but she wouldn't want you to make empty wishes forever."
"It's not an empty wish when I truly believe that it will happen.
The scene dissolved and Rachel collapsed into a lump and started to sob, shoulders shaking and it appeared as if she was choking.
"How do I choose?"
"Listen to your heart."
"Apparently my fucking heart is not beating." Rachel retorted bitterly.
"I'm sorry Rachel, I can't make the decision for you."
"I know, but maybe if you really tried."
"It's your choice and yours alone."
Rachel sighed and let her shoulder slump. The real question would be who did she care for more, Noah or Kurt…