Beginning Our Life
Last Time: Fourth of July brought challenges for the Hudson-Hummel-Puckermans. Sarah's pregnancy was giving her bad mood swings. Carole was hit with the realization that her daughter is pregnant. Grace is convinced she can get Beth back for her brother. Finn was filled with loneliness since Rachel wasn't with him. But the family still had a lot of fun. And that's what you missed on Beginning Our Life.
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Being a Dad
Sarah's Point of View
For once, I was able to get out of bed before Puck and start breakfast all without getting morning sickness. I could just feel that today was going to be great. Within minutes, the dining room was filled with the rest of my family. When Puck came in, he put a kiss on my head and silently sat next to me.
"Does anyone have plans today?" Mom asked.
"Puck, Sam called, him and Joe want to play basketball," Finn said.
"Actually, I told Blaine that Puck would help him learn guitar," Kurt interrupted.
"But Puck and I are going to the mall today," I told them. I turned to my boyfriend, "Did you know of their plans for you?"
"Puckerman, I thought you wanted to take an extra shift at the garage?" Burt asked.
Puck ignored us and kept poking at his cereal.
"Noah, will you take me to the park?" Grace smiled across the table.
"Sure Grace," Puck looked up and smiled.
"Puck!" I was appalled, he specifically said we could go walk around the mall today.
"I'm gonna stop this," Puck set down his spoon and looked up, "I'm want to start going by Noah again."
My heart dropped and all breathing stopped in the room. Where was he going with this?
"Why?" Finn asked through his bagel.
"If I'm gonna be a dad, then I need to act like one," Puck told us, "And that's starting with my name."
"I don't agree with this," I shook my head.
"It makes sense," Kurt said softly.
"Nope," I shook my head harder, "I don't like this."
"Sarah, it's his choice, let him call himself whatever he wants," Mom told me.
I rolled my eyes and turned to Puck, "Puck, I don't get it," he didn't answer and I hit his arm, "Noah, why?"
Puck looked up, "I don't want our baby to think their father's name is Puck. It's not, my name is Noah. Besides, I'm going to college, I should be called by my real name."
"I don't see the problem," Grace observed.
"Well," I turned and looked at Puck again, "Could I just call you Puck?"
"No, Sarah," Puck said forcefully, "Let me do what I want."
"But I don't want this!" I stood from the table, "You've been Puck for almost eight years, I'm not just going to stop."
"Sars, I've heard you call him Noah before," Finn muttered.
"Yes! When he's hurt or something's wrong! Not because that's his name!" I felt like this fight was going nowhere.
"If the rest of us can start calling him Noah, then you can too Sarah," Burt told me.
"Finn, do you agree with this?" I asked.
Finn shrugged, "They're right. It's his choice. I'll adjust."
I groaned and walked away to my room where I sat on my bed. He can't just change his name for our baby. The baby will call him Dad, not Puck or Noah. I won't allow this.
There was a knock on my door and Puck walked in, "Hey."
I ignored him and continued staring forward at the wall.
Puck sat next to me, "I wanted to talk to you about the name thing."
I nodded and glanced at him out of the corner of my eye to see his folded hands and nervous expression.
"Why don't you want to call me Noah?" Puck asked softly.
"Because you're Puck, you have been since you turned 11. Yes, I call you Noah occasionally, but that's when there's something wrong," I took a deep breath and looked down at my feet, "Honestly, do you really want to be called Noah by everyone?"
I heard Puck sigh, "No, it-it...you know."
"I'm gonna tell you now what I told you eight years ago, you're not weak," I looked up and gently put a hand on his shoulder.
Puck looked up and smirked, "I guess you're right."
"About what?" I smiled.
"Maybe I'm not weak," I opened my mouth to interrupt, but Puck held up a finger, "Either way, I'm gonna go by Puck. It just seems more like a hero name and if I'm going to be a hero to my kids, I should have a hero name."
I laughed and hugged him tightly, "Sorry I threw a fit earlier, but now I'm glad I did."
Puck laughed and put a kiss in my hair, "You're crazy, like really crazy."
I pulled away and widened my eyes, "Really?"
Puck shrugged, "But I love you."
I let out a laugh and fell forward onto his lap. I turned so my head was resting on his thigh and I looked up at him, "You're not going to have anymore of these 'Daddy Moments' are you?"
Puck bit his lip, "Actually..."
I groaned, "Puck."
"I was going to do this over the summer whether or not I had a kid on the way, so now with the baby coming, it just seems fit," Puck said softly and started combing his fingers through my hair spread across his lap.
I sighed, "What is it? Are you going to shave your head?" I laughed, he'd never do that.
Puck glanced away and stayed quiet.
My laughter died away and I reached a hand up to trace his jaw, "What do you want to do?"
"I'm not going to tell you," Puck muttered and pushed me off his lap.
I sat up, "What?"
Puck ignored me and walked out the room. I quickly followed him up the stairs and to the guys' bathroom where he closed the door in my face.
"Puck," I knocked on the door, "What are you doing?"
"None of your business," Puck answered.
I groaned and leaned on the door, "Please, what are-" I stopped when I heard a sound. I listened harder and recognized it was the sound of his razor, "You're just shaving? Why can't you tell me that?"
"I'm not shaving my face," Puck called out.
"What?" I whispered and leaned against the door.
Finn walked in, "What's going on?"
I shrugged, "I don't know, he's shaving right now."
"So you're fine with calling him Noah?" Finn asked while sitting on his bed.
I smiled, "We worked it out, he still wants to be called Puck."
Finn nodded, "Good, I don't know if I could have actually called him Noah with a straight face."
I smirked, "Yeah," I glanced back at the door, "Are you almost done? It usually doesn't take you this long."
"What's he doing?" Finn asked.
"Shaving, but it's taking him a while," I muttered. I heard the soft buzz stop and smiled, "Ready to do something now?"
"Don't be mad," Puck said softly.
"What are you talking about?" I asked again.
Finn stood and walked over next to me, "Why would she be mad?"
The door slowly opened and Puck walked out. At first he looked the same, until I took in his hair, or lack there of. He was bald, well, not really, there were still tiny hairs, but his mohawk was gone.
"Dude, what happened?" Finn chuckled and reached forward.
Puck slapped his hand away, "Stop it."
I couldn't help but stare. I've never seen him without hair, except for pictures from when I left.
Puck caught my staring and waved a hand in my face, "Sars, you ok?"
I slowly nodded and put a hand up to go over his head, "There's nothing there. Wow."
"Are you mad?" Puck asked quietly.
I bit my lip and shrugged, "I'll get used to it."
"Wanna try making out?" Puck smirked.
"What does that mean?" Finn yelled.
I blushed when I remembered he was here, "Finn, go away."
Finn rolled his eyes and was about to walk away when he grabbed Puck's shoulder and pulled him close, "I swear, you do one thing that could be considered bad or dirty to my sister and I will kill you."
I stared down at the ground with a bright red face.
Finn left, but not before clapping me on the back, "Have fun."
As soon as Finn was out of earshot, Puck started laughing. He reached forward and pulled me against his chest, "He's so stupid."
"Let's go to the mall or something," I mumbled.
"Actually, remember all that stuff that was said at breakfast? Well, I did promise Grace the park and Burt that I would work, so after those, then do you want to go to the mall?" Puck pulled away and ran a hand down my hair.
"Sure," I whispered.
"Thanks," Puck placed a kiss on my forehead and walked past me to go downstairs, "Gracie, wanna go to the park for a little bit before I have to work?"
I sighed and walked into the bathroom. I let out a soft laugh at the thick hair scattered across the sink and counter top. Mom wasn't going to be too happy with all this. I slowly started cleaning up. Throughout the clean up, I remembered the day when Puck first gave himself the mohawk.
*Flashback: June 18, 2008*
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Your mom's gonna kill you."
Puck ignored me and Finn as he stared at himself in the mirror. We had just spent the night in a tent outside on the last day of school. Puck had told us around midnight that he wanted to shave his head into a mohawk. Sure he had been doing it with gel for the past five years, but this was permanent, at least for a few months.
"I'm going to do it, you can't stop me," Puck warned and brought Dad's electric razor up to his head. I noticed his hand shaking as he hit the on switch.
"I can't watch," I whispered and hid my face in my hands.
"I can, this is better than tv," Finn stared forward, "What happens if you cut yourself?"
"I'll probably be taken to a mental institution like that girl in our math class, remember? She cut herself," Puck said while still staring at himself.
I peeked through my fingers, "Are you gonna do it? Mom will be here soon."
Puck took a deep breath before moving the razor across his head. Finn chuckled in amazement while I just watched as my best friend's dark brown hair fell to the ground.
Within 15 minutes, Puck was done and ran a hand over his new haircut, "Badass."
I stepped forward, "I cannot believe you just did that."
Finn laughed, "Dude, I can't wait until Dad sees this, he's gonna die laughing."
Puck smirked at us in the mirror, "Sars, stop worrying. Finn, I know, your dad's probably the only one who won't be mad."
"Finn! Sarah! Noah! Where are you? I'm back from the grocery store and can use some help!" Mom called down the hall.
My eyes widened, "What are you gonna do?"
Puck shrugged, "Leave this room and hope for the best."
Finn led the way out to the car where Mom was leaning over getting the milk out of the front seat.
She looked up, "There's just some-" she screamed and dropped a gallon of chocolate milk, "Noah David Puckerman! What in the world possessed you to do that to your head?"
Ok, so it was bad, but it was sort of funny. Mom was getting her cell phone out and dialing Ms. Ruth's number with such speed I'm surprised the keypad didn't break. Finn and Puck were snickering softly and I couldn't help but laugh a little at the whole thing.
*End Flashback*
I laughed softly at the memory as I finished putting the hair in the garbage can. Puck had ended up grounded for two weeks while Finn and I got one week, apparently allowing the act to be done was just as bad as holding the razor.
I looked up in the mirror and noticed my tiny baby bump. A set a hand on it and wondered if the baby was a boy, would he have a mohawk? I chuckled at the thought.
"What's so funny?" I turned to see Mom leaning against the doorway.
I shrugged, "Nothing, just wondering if my baby's gonna have a mohawk."
Mom smiled and walked in to sit on the toilet, "Noah shaved his head."
I nodded and leaned against the counter, "Yeah."
"And?" Mom prompted.
I sighed, "And it's fine. It was his choice. I guess it didn't bother me as much as the name thing because he would have done it without a baby on the way."
"How'd it go when he went to talk to you?" Mom asked.
"He said he'll still go by Puck," I smiled.
Mom nodded, "He really does love you, baby."
I blushed, "I know."
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I laid back against my pillows and grabbed a magazine that I absentmindedly flipped through. My door opened and Puck walked through still in his work clothes, covered in oil and dirt.
"I'm so tired," Puck groaned and walked to sit on my bed.
I stuck my foot out and kicked him, "Don't sit on my clean sheets."
Puck gave a half-hearted smirk, "Sorry, I'll go change."
I set my magazine down, "You're actually tired. Are you ok?"
Puck turned from where he was halfway to the door. He bit his lip and rubbed the back of his neck, "Do you think...no, never mind."
Now I was intrigued. I sat up so I was kneeling on my mattress, "No, what is it?"
"I'm gonna take a shower first," Puck muttered and went upstairs to take a shower.
I sighed and returned to my previous position. He really looked upset. I wonder what was wrong.
Burt passed my door and I called out to him, "Burt! Come here."
Burt turned around and walked slightly in my room, "What's up?"
"Why's Puck upset?" I asked.
My step-dad shrugged and sighed, "He was like that for the last hour or so."
"Was it someone who came in or something?"
"Maybe, this girl came in that sort of looked like you and she had a little baby."
I looked down at my sheets. Would he really get upset over me being pregnant? We've known for almost four months. Did it have to do with him being a dad?
"Anything else?" Burt asked.
I shook my head, "No. Thanks though."
Burt nodded and left the room.
I reached to my table and grabbed my brush. Slowly, I started brushing out my curls as I thought about Puck and how he was trying to make himself into what he probably considered was a perfect dad.
Puck walked in my room quietly. Neither of us said anything as he came and sat down next to me on the bed. I was softly pulled against his chest and held tightly. Puck grabbed the brush from my hand and set it back on the table.
"Are you going to tell me what happened at work today?" I whispered.
"I saw your terrible future," Puck muttered into my hair.
I turned in his arms and looked at him, "What are you talking about?"
"This lady-she looked so much like you-came in with a baby girl. I told her to call her husband to come get her so she wouldn't have to wait in the garage when she said she wasn't married," Puck took a deep breath and looked away, "She said her baby's dad left a few weeks after she was born. I said sorry, but she told me it was fine, the dad's dad had abandoned him when he was young, so she just figured it ran in the family."
I had a feeling I knew where this was going and needed to stop it before it got to far, "Puck, stop, look at me," I put a finger on his chin and turned him, "You're going to be a great dad. No matter what your name is, what your hair looks like, or what your dad did to you."
"How do you know though?" Puck asked and I could sense a small bit of pleading in his voice.
I set my jaw, "Because I love you and know you. You're nothing like your dad, you're not even really like my dad, well maybe your humor, but that's it. Trust me, you'll be wonderful."
Puck put a kiss on my forehead, "Thank you. You're going to be a great mom, too."
I blushed and tried to ignore the feeling of doubt in my stomach, "Thanks."
Puck's mouth moved down against my own, "I love you."
I melted against him, "Love you too," I whispered against his throat.
Puck flipped me over and as his fingers wove through my hair, I realized that both of us were right. We were going to be a different type of parents, but we would figure it out in the end.
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A/N: What'd you think? Did you think this would actually happen with Puck? Sarah will have her own panic moments in the future about being a mom. PLEASE REVIEW with any questions, comments, concerns, or suggestions! I love each and every one!
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Sneak Peak: I watched as tears formed in Sarah's eyes at her best friend's words. I had a feeling this moment was going to happen sooner or later.
One of Sarah's friends doesn't agree with her being pregnant and causes some drama.
