Beginning Our Life

Last Time: Burt announced that he had cancer. Puck became worried over the fact that he could get cancer as well. Grace was mad because the family failed to mention that Burt could die. And that's what you missed on Beginning Our Life.

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Winter Madness

Finn's Point of View

I tossed Puck another string of Christmas lights, "Connect these with the others."

Puck missed them and scrambled along the rooftop to grab the bundle.

"Careful!" Sarah screamed from where she was watching on the ground.

Puck looked down and glared at her, "You're going to jinx me if you keep screaming, so shut up."

"Puck, you've never hung Christmas lights, you don't know what you're doing," Sarah fought, "So excuse me if I'm nervous."

"He's nineteen," I reminded her, "He's fine."

The van pulled up in the driveway next to Sarah and Mom stepped out, "How's it going?" she called up while opening the back door to grab Sammie.

"Good," I answered, "But Sarah's being a nuisance."

"Well, sorry if I want my son to have a father!" Sarah shouted.

Mom laughed, "Sarah, Noah's fine, now help me and Grace with the groceries."

Sarah groaned, but nodded and grabbed a bag from the trunk before following Mom inside.

Grace jumped out of the van and stared up at us, "Can I go up there?"

"No!" Puck and I yelled at the same time.

Grace stuck her tongue out then ran inside with her own bag.

Puck sighed, "She is definitely not aloud up here."

I nodded while clipping the lights to the edge of the roof. We continued working in silence until Puck swore under his breath. I glanced up, "What?"

"S'nothing," he muttered without looking at me. He kept adjusting the lights, only this time with one hand.

"Seriously, what's your problem?" I sat up.

"I'm fine," Puck growled.

I sighed and started crawling over to him, "What'd you clip your finger 'cause that does-" I stopped at the sight of blood dripping down his wrist, "The hell'd you do?"

Puck held up his hand, "I sorta cut myself on a nail."

"Sarah's going to kill you," I muttered.

Puck shook his head, "She's going to kill you for letting me cut myself."

I paled slightly, "We can't let her find out."

Puck rolled his eyes, "You think? Come on, let's try and finish these then head to the emergency room; I have a feeling I need stitches."

I eyed the cut, "You definitely need stitches and maybe a shot or something. I'll drive you now, we can tell them we're getting some more lights for the trees."

"Fine," Puck groaned and started the slow decent down the ladder.

I couldn't help but laugh softly, of course he would get hurt the second Sarah leaves and stops telling him to be careful.

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I pushed open the door, "We're home."

Grace ran up to me as Puck walked past her, "Did you get purple lights?"

I shook my head, but showed her the bag filled with lights that I picked up while Puck was getting stitches, "We bought some green lights and some more rainbow ones."

"That's cool," Grace looked back up at me, "Dad went out and bought the tree himself because Sammie and Sarah couldn't have gone and you and Noah were at the store," she motioned for me to come closer and I knelt down with a chuckle, "Sarah's really upset because she wanted to go and said she wasn't a cripple."

I laughed again and stood up, "She'll be ok."

Grace nodded and skipped back to the living room. I followed her to see everyone pulling ornaments out of a large box. Burt had already strung the lights around the big tree that took up the whole corner and was testing them out.

Sarah passed me a small box, "Remember this one?"

I opened it up and smirked, "Yeah, I remember." It was an army truck that made noise and lit up when you pushed the back bumper. It was our favorite when we were younger. Mom hated it because she said it was annoying, but it made Dad laugh, so she put up with it.

I set it on one of the top branches, "Perfect."

Just as I reached down into the box again, Puck did the same. My eyes widened and I quickly hit his arm. His sweatshirt sleeve had slipped up and the gauze wrapped around his pointer and middle finger was clearly visible along with the yellow stuff they used to clean the area. Puck retreated his hand and tried stuffing it in his pocket, but hissed in pain.

Sarah heard and turned around, "What's wrong? Did you prick yourself on a hook?"

"No, I'm fine," Puck said while avoiding her eyes.

Sarah stepped around the box, "Are you sure?"

I moved in her way of Puck, "Yeah, he's fine."

Sarah raised her eyebrows and slowly nodded, "Alright," she reached down and grabbed another ornament before placing it on the tree.

"Noah, Finn, can I speak to you please?" Mom asked.

We reluctantly followed her to the kitchen, "Yeah?" Puck asked.

Mom leaned against the table, "Wanna tell me why you two are suddenly acting like you're twelve years old again?"

"No," we automatically answered.

Mom laughed, "Come on, what'd you do?"

"Nothing," we should really stop doing this.

"Empty your pockets," Mom crossed her arms.

The two of us pulled our phones and wallets out of our pockets. Puck hesitantly set his bottle of antibiotics down before stuffing his hand back out of sight.

"Noah David Puckerman," Mom picked up the bottle and stared at it, "What are these?"

"Mom he's not trying to overdose," I said.

Puck punched my arm, "Idiot."

Mom rolled the bottle between her fingers, "Then Finn, why would he need them if he's not trying to commit suicide?"

"Um," I stared down at the ground, "Well, you know, he has a headache."

"I cut my finger on a nail on the roof," Puck sighed while showing Mom the gauze, "I had to get stitches."

Mom rolled her eyes and tossed him back the bottle, "Next time, tell the truth," she walked back to the living room.

Puck stared down at his hand, "You think Sarah will notice?"

I chuckled, "Two of your fingers are wrapped in gauze and you have yellow crap on your hand...of course she won't notice."

Puck glared at me before punching my arm and leaving the room. I laughed again while following him.

Sarah ran at Puck, "Look what I found!" she showed him a small ornament in the shape of a camp fire, "It's the first Christmas present you ever gave me!"

He laughed and took it from her, "Well, look at that, I even signed it," his other hand stuck out of his sleeve to trace the permanent marker.

I sucked in a breath and winced as Sarah's eyes widened, "What happened?"

Puck glanced at his hand, "Oh...oh...um, nothing."

"He cut himself on the roof," Mom stated while tossing tinsel on the tree.

Sarah's head snapped between me and Puck, "I knew you shouldn't have gone up there! It was a terrible idea! You've never hung lights before, what if you died? What would I have done? My son would have no father! I would be so-"

"Shut up!" Grace screamed, "Noah's fine! Obviously he didn't die! So what he lost a finger? He can still be a dad!"

"You lost a finger?" Sarah screeched.

"Enough!" Mom shouted and stepped between the three of them, "Sarah, Noah's fine, he cut himself on the roof. Grace, you are not aloud to say 'Shut up.' Haven't we told you that before?"

Mom continued scolding Grace while Sarah started cooing over Puck who was soaking up every second of it. Sammie began crying in her bassinet, somehow becoming louder than the rest of the commotion.

Burt sighed and ran a hand over his head, "Wonderful."

I patted his arm, "I got this." I picked up Sammie, "Hey, sister, how about we leave the room and go somewhere quiet?"

Sammie continued sobbing, her face quickly turning a bright red as tears streaked down her tiny cheeks.

I brought her upstairs to my room and sat on my bed, "Come on, Sammie, please don't cry. I know I don't usually take care of you when you're upset-actually, I've never taken care of you when you're upset..." I drifted off while staring at the wall ahead of me. A particularly loud scream ripped me from my thoughts. "Oh, right, ok, so I've taken care of Sarah when she's upset before and Grace, but then again, Puck's kind of better at that than I am," I groaned, "What am I doing? I can't take care of you."

Sammie cried harder and I tried rocking her against my chest, Mom and the others seemed to do that when she's upset.

I stood and started bouncing around, "Sammie, wanna calm down for your big brother? Please?"

My phone started ringing and I attempted to hold Sammie on one shoulder while fishing it out of my pocket. Finally, I just gave up and set Sammie on my bed, "Hello?" I groaned into the speaker without checking who it was.

"Finn?"

My heart dropped, "Rachel, why are you calling me?"

"Sarah sent me a text saying the house was in chaos and you were stuck with a crying baby, so she wanted me to call you since I seemed to help you the other day," Rachel stated.

I nodded, "Um, thank you. So, yeah, Sammie won't stop crying and I don't know what to do."

"I can hear," Rachel said and I could hear a slight laugh in her voice, "Put the phone on speaker and let me talk to her."

I sighed, "Rachel, I know you haven't met her yet, but Sammie's like six weeks old, she can't talk."

Now she laughed, "I know Finn! Please just do it."

"Ok," I put the phone on speaker and set in on the bed where I sat and pulled the still crying Sammie on my lap, "We're here."

There was a shaky breath before Rachel's voice sounded throughout the room:

You are my sunshine

My only sunshine

You make me happy

When the skies are grey

You'll never know dear

How much I love you

So please don't take

My sunshine

Away

The other night dear

As I lay sleeping

I dreamed I held you in my arms

When I awoke dear

I was mistaken

And I held

My head

And cried

You are my sunshine

My only sunshine

You make me happy

When the skies are grey

You'll never know dear

How much I love you

Please don't take

My sunshine

Away

Somehow it worked and Sammie was no longer crying. Her tiny fists were clenching and unclenching the material of my shirt.

I chuckled, "Wow, Rach, thanks. You sounded amazing by the way."

"Oh, thank you, Finn!" Rachel exclaimed, "Next time Sammie's crying, don't be afraid to call or even sing yourself, I'm sure she'd love it."

I nodded and stared down at my baby sister, now making soft noises and blinking her big green eyes. I patted down her blonde hair, "Can you say 'Thank you' Sammie?"

No noise came out of her tiny mouth and Rachel laughed, "This was fun, Finn. I'll talk to you later."

"Yeah, bye," I clicked the end button and stared down at the phone.

Grace ran up in the room, "Finn! Mom said the tree's ready so you can put the star on top! Everything's better now, by the way."

I smirked and stood, "Alright, let's go, girls."

Grace led the way downstairs to the tree where everything really had calmed down. Mom and Burt were talking softly in front of the fire as Sarah sat in silence with her head on Puck's shoulder on the couch. I placed Sammie in Mom's arms before grabbing the star and walking over to the large tree. Everyone watched as I just about set it on the top before turning around.

"Grace, you wanna do it?" I asked.

She nodded with a smile.

I smiled back and gave her the star, then lifted her up, "Alright, put it on the top branch."

Grace wiggled in my hands, "Almost...got it..."

"Come on, we don't have all day," Puck chuckled.

"There!" Grace dropped the star on the tree, "Perfect!"

I set her down, "Definitely."

"You guys wanna go sledding?" Burt asked.

~~~~~GLEE~~~~~

After much fighting, all involving Sarah against someone new, Burt had taken me, Grace, and Puck out to the hill behind the library for some sledding. Now two hours, one bloody lip, six bruises, three forts, and five snowmen later, the four of us trudged back into the house.

Once I'd kicked off my boots and snow pants, I followed the snow trail to the kitchen where Grace was telling Mom everything we'd done with Burt and Puck.

Puck tossed me a filled ice pack, "Here."

"Thanks," I nodded.

Mom's eyes widened, "What happened to you?"

Grace burst into laughter, "Him and Noah built snowmen at the bottom of the sledding hill to see who could hit them and Finn smacked right into the one that Noah made with ice."

Puck snickered, "He almost cried."

"Shut it," I growled.

"It's true," Burt whispered while pouring himself a glass of milk.

Puck laughed loudly while leaving the room, "Sarah in our room?" he called behind his shoulder.

"Yes," Mom answered.

I followed Puck to see how mad Sarah was. I grabbed the door just as Puck about closed it to see Sarah softly strumming on his guitar and humming a song I didn't recognize.

"Hey," Puck said after glaring at me.

"Hey," Sarah smiled.

"Are you still mad?" I asked while sitting down on the edge of their bed.

She shrugged with a sigh, "Not really. What happened to your face though?"

I rolled my eyes, "Your wonderful boyfriend stuffed ice in a snowman that I ran into on my sled."

Sarah laughed, "I'm sure you'll be ok."

Puck smirked, "He almost cried though."

"Aww, the poor baby," Sarah cooed.

I gently hit her foot, "Shut up. Puck looked like he was going to cry earlier when he cut himself."

Puck threw a pillow at me, "I was not going to cry, you're the baby."

Sarah laughed, "You guys are so cute together, you'd make a great couple."

I pretended to barf, "Gross."

"Same," Puck muttered into Sarah's hair, "Besides, you know that the two of us look super hot together."

Sarah looked up at him and kissed him softly, "Love you."

"I'm out," I stood, "See you guys later."

"Mhmm," Puck breathed while crawling onto the mattress next to Sarah.

I rolled my eyes while leaving the room only to be hit with full force by Grace.

"Do you want some hot chocolate?" she asked.

I smiled, "Sure."

"Ok, can you make me some then?" Grace gave me the puppy dog eyes.

I chuckled and clapped a hand on her shoulder, "Alright, come on."

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A/N: Sorry for the late update, but Merry Christmas! I hope you liked it though! PLEASE REVIEW with any questions, comments, concerns, or suggestions! I love hearing everything you guys have to say!

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Dance-sing-live - I don't mind redundant reviews! They make me smile no matter what! I hope you'll like the alternate! Thanks for the idea, by the way!

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Sneak Peak: My eyes widened as Sarah stepped in front of Jake and she sneered at Kurt, her curled ponytail swinging in the air, "Finny, can I have his cape? Maybe I could try pretending to be a superhero tonight in bed. Puck, baby, would you like that?" Puck's smirk grew, "Of course."

How would Sarah have turned out without Glee?