Chapter 21

Contrary to what some people may think, I'm not an idiot. I know that now that I am seeing Noah that I'm going to have to try to get along with Quinn. Sure, she may be kind of bitchy and rude, not to mention stuck up, but she's the mother of Noah's child, and I'm not naïve enough to believe that she's not an important part of his life.

After Noah drops me off at Kurt's, I immediately start thinking of things that I can do to purpose peace with Quinn. I walk down the steps to Kurt's room there I see him and Scott. I instantly see what Kurt was talking about earlier that day.

Scott's hands are everywhere as he kisses Kurt. I can tell that Kurt is very uncomfortable. Kurt sees me and removes himself from Scott, "Scar, you're home."

"I'll leave you two alone if you want-"I begin.

"No!" Kurt squeals, "I want you to get to know Scott. I'll be right back with refreshments."

Kurt leaves and the air is filled with tension. There's an uncomfortable silence that neither of us would normally break. However, this is for Kurt, I break the silence, "Kurt says you play soccer."

He nods, "I hear you're in glee club."

"Yup," I answer, "So, you any good at soccer. I meant, the team, not you individually; I know our football team kind of sucks, except for Kurt."

He shrugs, "We're alright I guess, we're not about to win any titles but, we've won a few games."

"Cool." I answer icily, if you haven't caught on, I don't like Scott.

Scott fidgets on Kurt's bed, "So, you and Kurt have been friends for a while, right?"

"Yup, since we were born." I look at the door hoping Kurt will walk through the door and end the awkward scene.

Scott looks at the floor before continuing, "So, I guess you're the right person to make friends with?"

I snort, "You could say that."

Kurt enters the room with Shirley Temples. "So, have you two been getting aquatinted?"

"You could say that," I answer, "Scott was telling me about soccer."

Kurt beams, "Oh yeah? Scott's really good! He's bound to get a scholarship for it! I'm going to his game tonight, you should come too! Bring Noah, it'll be fun!"

"I'd love to Kurt, but," I sigh, "Noah wants me to meet his mom tonight, and I have some news for you, but I'll tell you later since I have to get ready-"

"No, tell me now!" Kurt begs.

I smirk, "I can't tell you now."

Kurt pouts, so I add, "I'll tell you tonight when we do facials."

"You're gonna let me give you a facial?" Kurt asks pleased.

I nod, "If you let me wait till then to tell you."

Kurt sighs, "Fine, but you're not going to meet Noah's mother wearing that."

I look at my outfit, "You picked it out."

"Yeah," Kurt says as if it wasn't obvious, "for school, not for meeting someone's mother. My god, Scar, it's a miracle you've made it this far in life."

My jaw drops as Kurt pulls out clothes for me. Admittedly, they are much more suitable than what I was wearing before.

I get changed and, of course, Kurt does my hair. The second Kurt's done I run up the steps to see Burt rather disheveled.

"Mr. Hummel, is everything okay?" I ask him.

"It's that boyfriend of his!" Burt growled, "Kid seems off to me, and he's not very respectful."

I nod slowly, "I know what you mean, but Kurt seems really happy." I leave out the part about Kurt crying before, since I don't want a murder on my conscience.

Burt laughs bitterly, "That's the only reason I haven't destroyed the kid's car . . . or his face. You'd let me know if he hurt Kurt, right?"

I feel guilt fill up inside of me, I want to tell Burt about everything, but Kurt would kill me. Things are always messy when it comes to friends of the family. "If Kurt is ever seriously hurt by this guy, I'll let you know." It's the truth, I love Kurt, but I love him being alive and well more.

Burt nods as he goes to the fridge and takes out a beer, and something tells me it isn't his first of the night. My phone buzzes. I look down and see that it's a text from Pucky internet heart. I smirk as I read the text.

Outside of Hummels place. I dun wanna come in and deal with his dad. Pleeeeeeez come out!

I smirk as I turn to Burt, "Sorry I can't stay and chat because I'm going out with Noah. I'll be home by eight. Possibly sooner, depending on how well this goes."

He nods before taking a swig of his beer, and I can't help but feel pity. The idea of Kurt being hurt, by that loser of a boyfriend he has, was unfortunately too real. It was definitely a possibility and Burt knew that.

I walk outside to see Noah's car moving to the beat of whatever song he was listening to. I laugh, wondering how this will go with his mom.

When he sees me he gets out of his car and opens the door for me. I giggle, "Since when are you a gentleman?"

"Since, I want this to go well with my mom." He explains, "So you can't be mad at me."

I laugh, "So, what should I expect?"

He turns to me as he sits in his seat, "She can be judgmental, just be a sweet as possible, and don't bring up the fact that you're not Jewish, and then everything should go smoothly."

I nod slowly, "Do you think she'll hate me?"

Noah laughs, "I don't think anyone can hate you."

"So, is that a yes or a no?" I ask seriously.

"That's a no."

I sigh relieved, "So, it should go well?"

He nodded, "I hope so."

After what seems like an eternity, we arrive at his house. "I didn't bring anything!" I freak out, "I didn't bring anything!"

"Don't worry about it," He smiles softly, "She's used to people that'll take anything she has to offer. I don't think that she'll care that you didn't bring anything. I mean Quinn showed up asking to stay here for a while. It can't get any worse than that."

I nod slowly we get out of the car. He leads me into the house. I've been here before, but his mother wasn't present, and somehow with her standing there, it seems like a completely different house.

She sees me and glares, "Is this one pregnant?"

"No, ma, she's not pregnant." Noah answers shaking his head.

"Well then is she Jewish?" His mom asks looking me up and down.

Noah looks down at the floor, "Uh. . . does it matter?"

"Answer the question Noah." His mother says still glaring at me.

Noah sighs, "She's not Jewish, Mom."

"Then get her out of my house!" His mom yells.

My jaw drops as I'm about to turn around. Noah stops me and says to his mom, "Ma, Scar's different than all those other girls, and I really like her- hell- I love her, and it'd really mean a lot to me if you tried to get along with her."

She's still glaring at me, "She can stay, but don't expect me to be happy about it."

Noah drags me up the steps to his room. It's a mess, like Kurt would probably pass out if he came in this room. I see a small little cradle, with a little baby sleeping inside of it. This was all too real for me. Being hated by my boyfriend's mother, and seeing his baby sleeping peacefully in that cradle. It was too real life for high school. But it wasn't a deal breaker. I liked Noah, I knew that, and I wasn't going to end a possibly great relationship over a few minor setbacks.

Cassidy begins to cry and Noah instinctively picks her up. Once the baby stops crying he turns to me and asks, "You wanna hold her?"

"I think Quinn would kill me." I answer truthfully.

Noah snickers, "Quinn's not here right now. Do you want to hold her or not?"

I nod, "I'd love to."

Noah places the small baby in my arms, and it's hard to believe that I too was once that little. "How old is she," I ask as the baby squirms slightly in my arms.

"Almost three months." He answers softly looking at his baby girl in awe.

She has Noah's brown hair, although she also has Quinn's facial features. "She looks like Quinn." I say softly.

"She looked more like me when she was born," Noah says barely audible, not wanting to disturb Cassidy.

I nod, "It's a scientific fact, when babies are born they look more like their father than their mother. This way the father is less likely to abandon them."

"I never knew that," He answers softly.

There's a knock at the door, "What do you want, Sarah?"

"Mom, says you better not be getting this one pregnant too." A girl's voice answers from the door.

Noah snickers, "I guess that's my cue to get you home."

I smirk as he takes Cassidy out of my hand and back into the cradle. She fusses a little before finding her Elmo toy and going to sleep. "This is usually when we put her down."

I nod, it's adorable seeing how Noah is with his daughter. He's a good dad. I think that's why he's trying his best to be a good guy.

Noah drives me to Kurt's, and I turn to him and ask, "Is Quinn registered at Babies R Us?"

AN: When Quinn has the baby should I change Cassidy's name to whatever they name baby Beth/Drizzle?

AN2: I will now only update when I have at least one comment on the chapter so the faster you comment the faster I update.

AN3: The First Person to guess Scar's peace offering to Quinn wins a preview