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Puck sat on the small bed in his holding cell, his eyes closed as he racked his brain of what was going on. He had been arrested, the sentence replaying again and again so many times it didn't sound real. Sure, he and Finn had always joked about getting into trouble, but never in a million years had he imagined it would actually happen. According to the officer who had so kindly taken him in, his truck had been spotted at the scene of a drug bust. When the police arrived the suspect hopped inside his truck and sped away, the officer unable to catch a glimpse of the dealer but able to get his tag number down. As if that wasn't bad enough, when they tracked him down as the owner of the vehicle and began digging around they found that his cell number appeared on phone records with one of the guys they had caught, sinking Puck even lower into trouble with the law.

They had shown him pictures and thrown names and places at him that he had never even heard of, trying to get him to admit he was a part of something he had no idea about. The cop screamed and yelled at him but Puck remained silent, knowing anything he said would be turned against him somehow. He felt as if he was trapped in some bad cop show, just waiting for the officer to shine the light in his face and call him a scoundrel. He shook his head while he rubbed his hands together in anger, black ink smearing in blotches from being fingerprinted earlier. He shouldn't be here he was a just a kid, wanting nothing more than to go home and see his own.

Puck would've laughed if he didn't want to cry, completely lost as to what he was supposed to do and if anyone would believe him. The memory of the officer's ripping his newborn baby from his hands made him swell with anger and sadness, knowing he needed to be there instead of in the dirty cell that surrounded him. The look on Quinn's face as he had been taken away had only made things worse, the last image of her with tears streaming down her face as she pleaded for them to let him go replayed in his mind over and over. He had left her all alone, crying and scared with their infant and not having any clue if things would be alright. Puck had been on top of the world that morning, only to have it ripped away by the one person he should've been able to trust.

Puck bit back his urge to scream, his thoughts now shifting to the reason he had been in the cell for almost a day. His mom, Quinn, hell even Finn had been right, his dad had been up to no good the whole time. He had tried desperately to find some excuse, any reason as to why his dad could've been involved and yet he had none. The man had been using his own son the whole time, borrowing everything from money and clothes to his phone and truck. He had played him like a god damn fiddle, Puck now wondering if the guy was even sick at all. He wanted to kick himself for ever believing he could actually trust in his dad, even angrier at the fact that he had ever doubted Quinn.

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the door clang open, rolling over to see an officer pointing to the desk and motioning for him to get up.

"You're out kid," he said gruffly.

"Seriously?" Puck said as he sprung up, not believing what he was hearing, "but I didn't even-"

"Look I don't know your case, I'm just the guy that says who stays and goes and you? Gotta go." Puck quickly jumped up and hurried from the cell, an officer escorting him to the desk where he was met with a surprise.

"Finn?" Puck asked in disbelief. His former friend was slumped in a chair by the desk, fiddling with his cell as he looked up.

"Hey," he mumbled softly, standing up and walking towards Puck, "you alright?"

"Er yeah, but why are you-"

"Noah Puckerman?" Puck turned around to find the lawyer they had appointed him holding his belongings, smiling kindly as she handed them back.

"Now listen," she said firmly, gently pulling him aside and lowering her voice, "you're off the hook for now. Thanks to your friend here and the hospital staff we learned that you were at the hospital the whole time during the incident. Your alibi is airtight and because of that they can't press any charges against you or hold you here…for now." Puck listened intently as she continued explaining his predicament, praising every religious figure in the world that someone like her existed.

"Now the phone records and the fact that your truck was seen there could still link you as an accomplace, so don't think that all is said and done. They will be contacting you sometime soon so you need to be careful son, you understand? Cut off all contact with anyone you think may have been involved alright?"

"Yes ma'am, but I know who was involved," he muttered lowly.

"You do? Well why didn't you say something!"

"Because I didn't want to get in any more trouble! You weren't here yet, and I know how these people work! I watch CSI!" His lawyer stifled a laugh as she grabbed her file, taking out her pen and preparing to write down the information.

"Look you're not gonna be in trouble, but you need to tell me so I can help you alright?" Puck nodded as he fumbled with the words, his stomach knotting as he finally admitted out loud what everyone already knew.

"The guy you want is John Puckerman…he's-he's my dad."


Puck was silent as Finn drove him home, his mind racing with all sorts of questions. He had glanced over occasionally, watching as Finn hummed softly and tapped along to the music. He wondered how he had even known about what had happened, much less what had possessed him to come haul his ass out.

"Thanks," Puck mumbled finally, knowing he owed his former friend a lot right now, "You uh, you didn't have to do this."

"Its cool," Finn nodded as he changed the station, silence falling between the two boys again.

"How-how did you know?" Puck asked a few moments later, his curiosity finally getting the best of him.

"I'd gone to visit Quinn," Finn answered slowly, knowing his answer made Puck uncomfortable, "I was pulling into the hospital as the cop car pulled out, and when I got upstairs I found the aftermath." Puck closed his eyes as he leaned against the window, wanting nothing more than to be back with Quinn and their daughter.

"Is she alright? Is Imogen ok?"

"Imogen?" Finn asked while furrowing his brow, "Who's-"

"That's what we named her," Puck replied quickly, "The baby, we named her Imogen."

"Pretty," Finn murmured softly, his focus going hazy for a second before Puck called him again "Sorry uh-Quinn, well she was a mess. I mean the man she loves is in the pen and she's alone with this baby-" He noticed the pain etched across Puck's face and shut up instantly, not having meant to make the situation harder.

"Sorry man." The two grew quiet once more, Puck pondering his next question as Finn daydreamed about baby Imogen.

"Why?" Puck asked finally, turning to face Finn as they stopped at a red light, 'Why'd do you come for me? Why help me after everything that's happened?" Finn paused before he spoke, contemplating his answer carefully before speaking.

"Because Quinn needed you," he said sadly, "She needed you and only you, and seeing her hurt like could kill a guy." Puck already knew the answer but he asked anyways, needing the confirmation that he had been right about at least one thing.

"Do you still love her?"

"Yes," Finn answered quickly, catching Puck off guard with his frankness, "but no, I would never do anything to come between you two. No one else should have to feel that pain and I wouldn't ruin your family." Puck stared as Finn focused back on the road, his blunt honesty surprising but nice. The two boys continued to travel quietly, finally pulling into the hospital parking lot. Puck lingered in his car a moment, wanting to say something to Finn but struggling with what.

"I am sorry," Puck said finally, turning to Finn before opening the door, "despite everything, you always were-are my best friend." Finn nodded in response as Puck climbed out, lightly patting the window as Finn drove off. He felt a rush of relief and happiness, finally able to be back with his family. He practically ran through the hospital as he found an elevator, jumping in as the doors closed and anxiously tapping his feet while he waited. When he got to her room he quietly opened the door, unsure if she or the baby might be asleep but finding his answer.

"Its ok sweetie, everything will be alright," he heard Quinn saying softly to the crying infant in her arms, her voice cracking as she wiped away her own tears, "Daddy will be back soon and then he can sing you your song and everything will be better, I promise."

"I'll sing it now if you want," he said as he smiled, Quinn bolting up at the sight of him.

"Puck!" she exclaimed as more tears fell down her face, Quinn trying to get out of bed as he reached her.

"Its alright Quinn, everything's fine," he reassured her calmly.

"But what about-"

"Don't worry about it ok?" He pulled back and kissed her softly, shifting her around so he could join her on the bed.

"Puck seriously-"

"Quinn the last thing I want to do is talk about this ok?" he said sadly, "I haven't seen my girls in almost a day and all I wanna do is just hold my baby and be next to you." Quinn smiled as he took the little girl out of her arms, kissing her lightly as he snuggled her into his chest.

"I promise, I'll explain everything later but for now, can I please just have this moment?"


"Alright sweet girl, are you ready to go home?"

Quinn sat in her wheelchair while Puck pushed her and Imogen, the two girls both finally released from the hospital.

"I can't wait to get her home," Quinn said as she cooed to their baby, "To get her settled and situated."

"I can't wait to put her in that Metallica t-shirt," Puck chimed in as he pushed her through the exit, "Leave it up to Matt and Mike to fine something that awesome." Quinn rolled her eyes as she stood up slowly, Puck helping as she eased herself into his mom's car.

"I'm sorry about all this," he apologized as Quinn adjusted her seat, "I don't know when I get my truck back-"

"Its fine Puck, really. Just make sure the car seat is secured tight and then we're off!" She watched as Puck fastened the straps, pulling them here and there to make sure they were perfect for his daughter.

"Alright monster come here," he said as he took the baby from Quinn, gently placing her in the seat while she wiggled, "There we go, safe and sound." He returned her wheelchair then got inside the car, driving them home finally after a long week.

"I can't wait to sleep in my own bed, with my own pillow and my own pajamas," Quinn moaned as she rested her head.

"Well technically its my bed and my pillows and nine times out of ten you're wearing my pajamas…just saying." Quinn turned her head to stare at Puck, him flashing her a cheesy grin as an apology.

"I'm so glad you're ok," she said softly, squeezing his hand as he kissed hers.

"I'm fine and this is all gonna get sorted out, you'll see." He turned onto their street and slid his hand behind his seat, tugging on the baby's foot as he spoke to her.

"We're almost home baby girl!" he said cheerfully, Quinn unable to remember the last time he had been so happy, "Just one more turn and-" His sentence fell short as he suddenly hit the brakes, Quinn jolting forward while he stared ahead.

"Puck!"

"You've gotta be kidding me."

"Puck wha-" Quinn turned in the direction of his glare, her heart almost stopping as she saw his father waiting on the doorstep.