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Here is the next chapter for you. It's so much longer than I thought it would be!
Chapter 4: (Unfortunately Non-Sexy) Surprises
"I need your help, Berry."
Those five words had possibly combined to become one of the lowest moments in Puck's life. Noah Puckerman did not need help from Rachel Berry, period. However, at this specific moment in time he needed a very small favour from someone to get him started off. Once this was done then he truly wouldn't be asking anyone for help.
He'd wracked his brain for who he could turn to. Any adults he knew were instantly out because they'd just lecture him about making a mistake (which he wasn't) like Berry had done. He'd thought of the people at school next and instantly ruled out half of the student population; no dude was coming near his daughter for the next eighteen years (or longer) if he had anything to say about it. The only girls he knew of at school were either the ones who he'd slept with (who were also instantly out in case they decided to take some sort of crazy-assed revenge on his daughter) or the ones in Glee. Santana was out because she was from the previously mentioned category and probably the biggest bitch he knew and any contact she had with his daughter may never be undone. Puck wouldn't trust Brittany with one of those stupid flour babies Berry had mentioned let alone his own flesh and blood. Kurt was out because despite his protestations he was a dude and therefore not allowed near his daughter (sexual preference was not considered an important factor on the blanket ban on dudes), Mercedes was another one who'd give him a lecture and he knew that Tina had been ill with a nasty flu virus the last couple of weeks and he did not want his daughter to come into contact with sick people.
That left only one other person. Rachel fucking Berry.
Why did the universe have to plot against him like this? How could he possibly stoop so low as to ask for her help when he'd made such a big point of shunning it less than an hour ago? No, he couldn't do it.
He thought of his daughter and gritted his teeth. Yeah, he loved the girl but did she really have to ask this of him?
He decided that he'd have to do it quickly to get the torture over with. Threats may also be necessary to make sure that she didn't get a chance to gloat.
And now here she was, back in the room that he'd effectively chucked her out of barely half an hour earlier. She didn't look at her best. In fact, she looked like she might fall asleep at any moment. That wasn't good.
"Snap out of it Berry. You said you wanted to help so make yourself useful."
"You haven't told me what I'm supposed to be doing yet," she pointed out before holding a hand in front of her mouth to cover a yawn.
"Basically, Berry, your role is just to be a pair of arms. I need you to hold my girl while I drive to some baby store and then I can buy some stuff like a stroller and a car seat. That's all I need."
Berry frowned at him but he wasn't sure why. His explanation had been very simple hadn't it? Had someone given her a brain transplant in the last 30 minutes? He highly doubted it and he considered it a shame seeing as this Rachel Berry seemed quieter and less bossy.
"Can you afford all those items? They don't exactly come cheap and you're going to need so many things."
Puck grimaced. He was kinda low on money at the moment. Maybe there was somewhere that sold second hand baby stuff. He didn't want to give his daughter some shit, stained, broken baby stuff but right now maybe that was all he could afford. "I'll manage," he replied, coolly.
She rolled her eyes at him. Or at least she started to but then paused mid-roll. It was more than a little bit disturbing.
"I have a much more cost-effective idea," she said, suddenly beaming.
That should've been good news; he needed to save some money, but somehow he wasn't sure he'd like what she was going to suggest.
"You wanna tell me why I'm actually voluntarily going into school during spring fucking break? The point of spring break for normal teenagers, Berry, is to get as far away from school as possible" He glanced over at her to check that she was still holding his daughter ok. The hospital hadn't been too happy to release his girl to him but seeing as she was perfectly healthy and he had explained that circumstances regarding the adoption had changed, they couldn't really refuse him. Instead, they'd given him loads of advice about how to take care of her and what to expect over the next few days. They had also leant him the clothes and blanket that she was now swathed in, while tucked up in Berry's arms.
"Just wait and see, Noah" she trilled and flashed him an annoying smile. She had perked up and he was beginning to wish that he was sitting next to the half dead Rachel Berry from earlier on.
He pulled into the deserted car lot then turned to face her with a quizzical expression. "So, I take it you want to actually get into the school because I can't see anything that's going to help us in the lot."
"You're correct, Noah."
"And we're supposed to get in how, exactly? You got a magic wand on you, Harry?"
She stared at him in confusion for a moment before realising to what he was referring. Puck made a mental note that Harry Potter references were obviously not cool.
"Not exactly," she replied. "When Coach Sylvester gave me control of the Cabaret production earlier in the year she gave me a key in case I needed to come in and do some extra work and when I quit she forgot to take it back."
"You have a key to the school?" he asked, trying to work out what she'd told him.
"Yes!" she said exasperated, "That's what I just said!"
"So, let me get this straight; for the last few months you've had the means to enter the school at anytime you want to and you haven't used it to play pranks, vandalize classrooms and cause general mayhem?"
She gave him a very disapproving look. "Of course I haven't. And, for someone who's supposed to be trying to prove to me that you'll make a responsible parent for your daughter – you're not doing a very good job."
Shit. He'd forgotten about her promise to wrest his daughter away from him if she thought he wasn't going to make a good enough parent. The way she thought she could just dictate how his life was going to play out made his blood boil in anger. Just what was her fucking problem? She had no right to have a say in deciding who brought up his daughter; that choice was between him and Quinn and since Quinn had fucked off somewhere that meant it was his decision alone. Not priggish, psycho Rachel Berry's.
But she had his balls in a guillotine over the Quinn factor. If Quinn found out he was raising their baby he was sure she'd come back and mess everything up. He'd try and pay for lawyers and shit if that happened but Quinn's parents could probably afford better ones and then he'd lose. He didn't want to lose his daughter.
Unfortunately, this meant that he needed to prove to Rachel Berry that he'd be a good Dad. Well, if she wanted to see good parenting then Puck was gonna make sure he was the best fucking Dad on the planet. It might just take a little getting used to…
He mumbled something about needing time to adjust and much to his relief she let it go.
"Just look in my purse for the silver key with a brown chain." She instructed as she was still holding the baby. He duly obliged and soon found what he was looking for.
"Do you wanna keep hold of her or should I take her?" he enquired.
"It'll be better if you have her because I enter to enter the code so that the alarm doesn't go off. I'll hand her to you when you're out of the vehicle."
Puck did as she said and followed her to the doors of the school, still clueless about what exactly they were doing there. Berry unlocked the door before hurrying over to a little electronic box that he'd never noticed before to switch off the alarm. He tried to see what numbers she was pressing but she was in the way of his view. Damn. That information could've come in use at some point despite Berry's annoying warnings of responsible parenting. He only had to be good for two weeks and then he could have the freedom to rule his own life again.
"You wanna tell me what we're doing yet?" he asked her. He wasn't the biggest fan of surprises (except the kinky kind, of course).
"Just follow me," she instructed and he was left to trail after her like some fucking slave or puppy dog.
She led him to the part of the school that he recognised as the drama department. She went down a flight of stairs and opened a door into a very large room that was crammed with all sorts of crap.
"This is the props room." She informed him, somewhat needlessly. Even he could work out what the room was used for. "McKinley likes to keep all the props from their productions in case they can be used again." She started to work her way through everything and Puck struggled to keep up as he was keeping a close eye on where he was stepping so he wouldn't trip over.
"When I was working on Cabaret," her voice continued from somewhere ahead of him, (he'd lost sight of her), "I was down here seeing if there was anything that could be featured and I remember coming across these."
He walked around a big wooden cabinet and finally caught up to where she was. He followed her pointed finger and felt his jaw drop. He lifted it again straightaway because looking like he was trying to catch flies was not even in the smallest way badass. However, he was surprised at the amount of baby stuff heaped into one corner of the props room. There were a couple of cribs, a few strollers of different sizes, a mobile, some blankets, baby clothes and even a car seat.
"I guess they've done a few productions that have had babies in them," Berry said simply before turning to face him. "So what do you think?"
He frowned at her. "What do you mean?"
"Well, I presumed that despite your protestations you don't have the money to buy a lot of the stuff she needs and, if you come to your senses and realise that you don't have the resources to look after the baby, you'd have spent all that money for no reason."
"Hang on," he cut in; he thought he knew where she was heading with this now. "You want me to steal this stuff from the school?"
"Borrow," she stressed. "You'll be giving it back in two weeks anyway."
Puck started to laugh and then stopped in case he woke up his daughter. "Berry, you're fucking twisted. You have a go at me for making a joke about breaking into the school and sticking glue to a couple of teachers' chairs and now here you are telling me to steal. That's messed up." He was pleased to see that she flushed slightly at his words and bit her lip (which didn't look at all sexy…honest).
"I know that this is not a completely morally correct idea but I think this is the best course of action for you to take care of your daughter. No one is using these things and you can't afford that much right now. This stuff is only the beginning of what she needs; you still need to get bottles, diapers, baby formula –"
"I'm not saying I won't take any of this stuff." He said before she reminded him of how much his girl was costing him. "I just think you need to admit that you're not as innocent as you make out."
"I'm not averse to bending the rules to help my friends." She admitted.
"We're not friends, Berry." She looked slightly upset at his words and he would have felt a little bit bad about that if it weren't for the fact that she was trying to run his life at the moment.
She turned away from him and started to inspect the baby items. "They're a tiny little bit dusty but seem to be in good condition."
He followed her over to one of the cribs that looked like something that Moses had been put in, in that story but it was all white and frilly and girly. But this was ok, Puck realised, because his daughter was a girl.
Berry had dusted it off a little and put some blankets in there. He placed his daughter in carefully and nearly freaked out when the basket moved slightly before he realised it was on some sort of rocker. Cool. No, wait, there was nothing cool about frilly rocking baby beds.
He left his daughter there and looked around at the other items. "Are you sure no one's going to miss this stuff?" he asked Berry, who was looking at some baby clothes.
"It's highly unlikely. Since Mr. Ryerson's no longer running it, the drama department has sort of ceased performing."
He nodded. He knew he shouldn't really be taking this stuff but Berry had been right about the money thing. He wouldn't have been able to afford half of this stuff right now. His pool business was sure to pick up again as summer approached and then he'd be able to buy this stuff for real.
"Shouldn't we worry about security cameras?" he asked. The little black cameras were stationed all over school.
"I can take care of those. Daddy works in electronics."
Puck raised an eyebrow. In the last few minutes this girl had broken into school, decided to steal school property and was now going to hijack the security system. Rachel Berry just kept surprising him just not always in a good (i.e. sexy) way.
She ran off to deal with the cameras while he decided what he was going to take. She was back surprisingly quickly with a huge grin on her face.
"The cameras have been put on standby for the next twenty minutes so I hope you're ready to go." She told him.
He was. They carted the stuff over to his truck with some difficulty given the amount he'd decided to 'borrow'. Berry locked up the school while he loaded everything in. Luckily the Moses basket lifted off of the rocker and he placed his daughter in the front for Berry to hold on to.
They dropped off the stuff at Berry's house as it was on the way to the store. He noticed her pick up a key that was sitting on the side. He figured it must've been Quinn's. He heard her sniff loudly and hoped she wasn't about to cry on him. He wouldn't know how to handle that shit. To his immense relief she managed to pull herself together.
Puck drove them to Walmart and they transferred his daughter carefully into the stroller. They made their way over to the baby aisles and Rachel got out her phone to access the internet.
"Ok, according to this book she'll need 3 or 4 pyjama sets, 6 to 8 t-shirts, 2 sweaters, a couple of bonnets, 4 pairs of socks or booties, a few receiving blankets, a set of baby washcloths and a load of new born diapers and baby wipes." She told him while he tried to work out how much of that stuff they already had. He threw a couple of everything into their trolley and a whole bunch of diapers.
"What else?"
"Um," she said as she scrolled through the text. "A wash tub, a diaper bin and a changing mat." They walked to another aisle and added those things as well. "Ok, she's also going to need bottles, a sterilizer and some infant formula."
They added all this too and Puck was beginning to get slightly worried at how much this was going to cost. They added another couple of things before Berry declared that she thought that would keep them going for the next two weeks.
They started to make their way over to pay when a loud and terrifying noise suddenly filled the air. Puck only just stopped himself from jumping a foot in the air because he remembered that badassess did not jump at loud noises like six year old girls. It took him a moment to realise that the sound was coming from the stroller that Berry was pushing. He went over to investigate and sure enough, there was his little girl, red-faced and trying to scream the place down.
"What do we do?" Berry asked him, her voice sounding slightly panicked.
Puck shrugged. "Pick her up I suppose." He pushed their trolley to the side then bent down to pick up his daughter and encasing her in his arms.
"Maybe she's hungry," Berry suggested, "she can't be tired after being asleep this whole time. Or maybe she needs changing – I read somewhere that she might urinate as much as once an hour –"
"What were you reading up on babies for?" he tried to ask over the din of his little girl's cries without shouting. Holding her didn't seem to be making much of a difference. He realised that Berry's reading habits were not a priority right now. "Never mind, what can I do to get her to shut up?"
Rachel bit her lip in the not (ok, maybe a little) sexy way. "I think you're supposed to rock her and make shushing noises."
Puck put his badass reputation to the back of his mind for the moment as he really wanted his girl to stop screaming in his ear. He moved his arms slightly, "Shhhh, it's all right, baby, no need to cry, Daddy's here." He kept doing this for a couple of minutes but she did not stop.
"It's not working, Berry," he snapped at her and she shrugged her shoulders.
"I think it's gonna be a diaper change or a feed and there's nothing we can do about those problems until we've paid." She was wincing at his daughter's wailing and he couldn't blame her. How did something so small make such a loud fucking noise?
"Come on, then" he said and started walking to the check out again.
"Noah! Wait!" he somehow heard her voice over his daughter's cries. He turned back to Berry and saw her unsuccessfully trying to push both the stroller and the trolley at the same time. "I can't," she stated and he walked back over to her.
"Here," he transferred the still screaming baby into her arms.
"Noah, I don't feel entirely comfortable holding her," Berry told him. "Small babies make me slightly uneasy; I feel like I'm going to drop or break her."
"You held all the way from the hospital earlier," he pointed out.
"Yes, but she was asleep then. This is different."
"Then get her to go back to sleep," he said, carelessly as he easily managed to get the trolley and stroller to move together.
He checked over his shoulder to see Berry rocking her slightly and talking to her as she followed after him to a check out.
It was only as the two of them got closer that he realised that Berry wasn't talking to his daughter, but singing to her;
Baby mine, don't you cry
Baby mine, dry your eyes
Rest your head close to my heart
Never to part, baby of mine.
Little one when you play
Don't you mind what they say
Let those eyes sparkle and shine
Never a tear, baby of mine.
Puck didn't think he'd ever heard her sing so softly or so beautifully. And miraculously his daughter seemed to be listening to her because she was starting to quieten down.
From your head to your toes,
You're so sweet, goodness knows,
You are so precious to me,
Cute as can be, Baby of mine.
His daughter he gone completely quiet and was staring in Berry's direction as though wondering where that sound had come from. Puck looked at her in shock – he really didn't think that his daughter was ever going to shut up.
Berry gave him the biggest smile he'd ever seen from her which really was saying something because her smile normally lit up a whole room. Fucking hell that sounded girly. Man the fuck up, he told himself.
"Do you think she recognises my voice from when she was in the womb?" Berry asked him excitedly. It would make sense, he reasoned, seeing as his daughter had unwittingly attended a lot of Glee rehearsals and spent a lot of time in Berry's company.
"I suppose," he replied.
"It was a song from Dumbo," she told him, even though he didn't ask. "My Dads used to sing it to me when I was little and upset. I was the first song I could think of to stop her from crying." She seemed extremely happy but Puck wasn't exactly sure why. So she'd got a baby to stop crying, big woop.
"Oh, what a gorgeous little baby," some random middle aged woman gushed at them as she came to stand by Rachel.
"Thanks," Puck said, not sure if that was the appropriate response.
"Wow, she looks so small. She can't be more than a week old?"
"She's not even a day old yet," Berry informed her, still beaming.
"Gosh, my dear, you're doing incredibly well to be on your feet at all, let alone walking around and shopping. Left the baby shopping a little late did you?" the woman joked and Berry flushed at her assumption.
"She…I… Er, She's not actually mine," Berry finally managed to spit out.
"Oh, I apologise, my dear." The woman said, looking embarrassed. "It's just the way you were singing to her; I suppose you must be a natural."
"Well, thank you," Berry replied, still looking rather red, while Puck rolled his eyes. They didn't really have time for Berry to receive compliments from strange women. He started to put the contents of their trolley onto the conveyor belt and Berry got the message and bid the woman farewell.
"Are you sure you've got the money to cover all of this?" Berry whispered. "Because I've got some cash in my purse if you need a hand."
"I'm fine," he snapped at her, hoping that was true.
Berry moved to place his daughter back in the stroller but she started to whimper again so they thought it best that she hold onto her for now.
The bored teenaged boy at the check out quickly scanned their items through. "That's $84.50," the pimply boy droned. Puck breathed a sigh of relief, glad that he'd taken all the money he could out of his account at the ATM before they'd come into the store. Although now he only had $26.50 left in the world…
He handed the money across and continued to pack everything into the bags. The boy gave him back his change and then he and Berry walked out of the store with his new purchases. She was very quiet which normally he would appreciate but he was beginning to realise that when Rachel Berry was quiet, it meant that she was thinking about something. And the consequences of her thinking about something never normally turned out that well for him.
And sure enough…
"Noah, if you really are low on money then I don't have any qualms about loaning some to you." She said and his grip on the handles of the trolley and stroller tightened.
"Berry, for fuck's sake will you just drop it about the money. You might not care about giving me money but my badassness does."
"You won't accept money from me because of your reputation for being a jerk?" Berry huffed, annoyed.
"Not a jerk, a badass. There's a difference."
"Not that I can see," she sniped at him. "I just didn't think you'd value your reputation over your daughter's well being."
"Ugh, Berry, stop being such a hard ass. Little Miss Puckerman is fine. If there ever comes a time that I need money to feed or clothe my daughter then I'll take it from anyone but that's not an issue at the moment. My badassness doesn't even come close to my concern over my daughter. Happy?"
"Yes," she replied. "For now."
Honest to God, he could really kill Rachel Berry sometimes.
He loaded the things into the truck and they made their way back to the Berry household.
"So, how are you going to tell your Mom that you've become a single parent?" she asked him and Puck winced.
"Er," he said and there was a lengthy pause as he failed to come up with anything other than that non-word.
Berry whipped her head to the side and stared at him, which felt rather scary. "Oh my stars," she breathed, "she didn't even know there was a baby, did she?"
Puck winced. Again. Damn it, how did she have to be so…so…what was the word? Ah, intuitive. Wow, where had that come from?
"I thought it was pointless in telling her; Quinn wasn't going to let me have anything to do with the baby and my mother would only cry and yell at me."
"Noah Puckerman!" Berry cried in what turned out to be a scarily accurate impression of his mother. "I can't believe you were just going to turn up on your mother's doorstep and tell her she was a Grandmother! No pre-warning, nothing!"
Yes, he knew it was quite bad but how was he to know that he would be bringing his daughter up after all? He didn't regret not telling his mother because he would've gotten into a shit load of trouble and he still probably would now…
"All right, Berry, chillax. I'll get her some chocolates or something to soften the blow."
Berry frowned at him. "I don't think that's quite going to work somehow."
"Well, you're a chick, what do you think I should do?"
"I slightly resent your opinion that since I am female I would be able to relate to finding out that my seventeen year old son has brought home a newborn daughter. I shouldn't have to worry about a situation such as that for many years yet."
"Berry," he moaned.
"However, I shall attempt to offer you some guidance."
"Thank you," he muttered.
"I would advise that you leave your daughter with me while you inform your Mom that she's now a grandmother. Seeing the baby straight away might be a bit of a shock."
Puck nodded, that may be a good idea.
"Tell her that the reason you didn't inform her of this child before was that you didn't want to hurt her feelings by letting her know about this grandchild that she was never going to get to keep."
"But that is the reason," he said. Well, that and not wanting to be murdered.
"Well, make it sound sincere then. Oh, and tell her that you don't plan on dropping out of school and you plan on getting a part-time job to try and pay for her upkeep. You could tell her about my adoption threat if you like. She might manage to convince you to see sense," he sent her a death glare, "or not. Well you could inform her how you're planning on getting her looked after during school time – I'd like to know the answer to that one."
Puck groaned. His mother was actually going to kill him.
He pulled into the Berrys' drive and they unloaded the new stuff into her house. His daughter had started to cry again and none of Berry's singing could calm her so he decided action needed to be taken.
He grabbed the changing mat, wipes, a diaper and the diaper bin and got them all positioned in Berry's lounge before she placed his daughter down carefully. He tried to draw on past experience from when his sister still wore diapers but that was quite a few years ago.
All in all, he thought he did quite well. It had been a bit tricky getting everything in place and he'd nearly ripped the diaper from tugging it too hard but she was all changed. However, she was still crying.
Puck picked her up and the two of them looked over how to prepare her milk and make sure all her bottles were sterilized. It was simple enough.
A few minutes later Noah Puckerman was feeding his daughter for the first time. He just couldn't take his eyes off of her. Berry muttered something about getting something for herself to eat but he wasn't really paying attention.
"Noah!" Berry called sharply and he looked up in surprise. "I said did you want anything?" she asked, gesturing at the fridge.
"Oh, sure," he said, "Whatever you're having." He looked down at his daughter but she'd stopped sucking on the bottle. "Hey, Berry. She's stopped eating. Do you think she's had enough?" He showed her the bottle and she frowned.
"I don't think so. Maybe she just needs burping."
"Oh, good point." He placed the girl against his chest with her eyes just peeping over his shoulder like the nurses at the hospital had told him. He watched Berry put together a couple of tasty looking sandwiches (he'd only just realised how fucking starving he was!) as he massaged and patted his girl's back very gently. A few seconds later he heard his daughter give the tiniest little burp. He found it both funny and slightly disgusting. He kept his ministrations up and she burped a couple more times before lowering her back down so he could carry on feeding her.
Rachel placed his sandwich on a plate and put it on the counter top behind him. He was about to thank her when she burst out laughing.
"What's so funny?" he asked, confused.
"Um, it seems that she's emitted a small amount of vomit on your shirt," she said when she'd finally gotten her voice under control. She was looking at his shoulder and he turned to look. Damn. She was right.
"I think maybe you'd better place a cloth over your shoulder the next time you do that," she suggested with a smile.
"Yeah, I s'pose," he mumbled, still annoyed that there was baby sick on his jacket.
"I can chuck it in with some of my things while you go and tell your Mom if you like; I need to do a load anyway."
"No thanks, I don't want my jacket to smell like chicks."
"All your clothes are going to smell of baby for the next few years," Berry pointed out.
Touché. He supposed Berry didn't exactly smell bad and he reckoned smelling girly was better then stinking of baby vomit.
"Fine, just let me finish feeding her first." It didn't take too much longer for his daughter to drain the contents and this time when he burped her he made sure he had a paper towel over his shoulder.
Berry brought the Moses basket into the kitchen so that he could lay her down to eat his sandwich.
"When are your Dads going to be home?" he asked between two massive mouthfuls of his chicken salad sandwich because the quiet between them was making him uncomfortable.
She looked at her watch. "Probably not for another few hours. They both work late on Thursdays so they can have Saturdays off."
"Cool," he muttered, for want of anything better to say.
"What about your Mom?" she enquired. "When are you going to drop the bomb on her?"
"Dinner at the Puckerman household is at 7pm sharp so it'll be sometime after that. If all goes well I should be able to swing by a little bit later to pick her up. If that's ok with you?"
Berry nodded. "Yeah, that's fine. Are you done with that?" she pointed at his plate that was completely empty of any scrap of food.
"Oh yeah, thanks. It was great." She smiled at him and placed their plates in the dishwasher before going over to peer in the Moses basket.
"She's asleep," she whispered at him and grinned. "Have you thought of a name for her yet?"
Puck shook his head. "I haven't really had the time. The last few hours have been a bit insane."
"I could bring my laptop down and we could look some up if you like?"
"Sure," he agreed. He had nothing better to do right now seeing as his daughter was sleeping peacefully and his Mom wouldn't be back from work yet.
Berry bounded upstairs and Puck carefully moved his daughter into the lounge so as not to wake her. Berry sat down on the sofa and patted the seat next to her. Puck sank into the ridiculously comfy sofa and had to resist the strong pull from his eyes to close. It had been a ridiculously long day and it wasn't even dark yet. He honestly didn't know how Berry was still standing; he was pretty sure she'd had little to no sleep since Quinn had gone into labour and that had been nearly thirty-six hours ago!
Berry typed 'baby names' into a search engine and clicked the first website that came up. "So what sort of name did you want?" she asked. "This website has over fifteen thousand names and it would be a bit helpful if we could narrow the search down a little."
"A Jewish name, I guess," he supplied. "My Mom would like that."
Berry clicked a couple of times and then passed him the laptop. There were well over a hundred Jewish girls names and this was only the first page. He sighed as he started to work through them. There were names that were familiar like Danielle, Elisabeth and Isabel but there were also names that he didn't have a clue how to pronounce like Anahi, Citlali and Iliana.
He didn't want to give her a name she was embarrassed of. Noah wasn't exactly the worst name in the world but he knew that when people thought 'Noah' they jumped to floods, arks and animals going two-by-two.
He tried saying a number of different names in his head with Puckerman on the end. He also tried thinking the names angrily because if she was his daughter then she was bound to get in trouble!
He turned to ask Berry if she had a pen and paper he could borrow but when he looked at her he saw that she had practically passed out next to him. He wasn't particularly surprised.
He suddenly realised that he was staring at a sleeping Rachel Berry and quickly looked away. That was creepy behaviour. Sure, Berry was a hot Jew when she wasn't trying to control his life but Puck didn't do creepy.
He shut the laptop and got off the sofa. Somehow it felt wrong to just sit next to Berry while she was sleeping. He cast around for something to write on and found a notepad and pen by their phone. He checked he had everything he needed which was basically just his keys seeing as he left his jacket in her kitchen so she could wash it.
He scrawled her a quick note, kissed his daughter's forehead gently, whispering that he'd be back soon and left the note by Berry's head before quietly shutting the front door.
The note simply said, 'Gone home to clean the house to put my Mom in a good mood. Keep your fingers crossed.'
A/N Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter. I'd be quite surprised if you get one as long as this in the near future because I haven't planned on it but I might surprise myself.
The song Rachel sings is 'Baby Mine' from Dumbo. This song always makes me want to cry when I watch the film; it's just too cute when he gets to see his Mama!
Oh, just one question this time. I seem to recall Finn saying in 'Sectionals' something about it being the end of the Football season. Does this mean they guys aren't going to have to go to football training anymore? I know next to nothing about American Football.
I have recently discovered how to respond to signed reviews (Yes, yes, I'm slow, I know) so I shall be responding to all signed reviews from now on J
Reviews seriously make the chapters come quicker…
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Lil Drop of Magic.