Beginning Our Life

Last Time: Artie found out how Sarah would have turned out had she not been in Glee club. And that's what you missed on Beginning Our Life.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any songs that I may put in here.

Age is Just a Number

Sarah's Point of View

I pushed open the front door and dropped my backpack on the bench. My phone rang and I grabbed it out of my pocket while walking in the kitchen, "Hello?"

On the other end of the phone, I could hear loud music and a weird buzzing noise along with a lot of talking, "Sars?"

"Puck?" I sat down at the table as Mom raised her eyebrows at me, "Is that you?"

"Yeah," he answered, "Is Grace home yet?"

"No, she doesn't get out of school for another hour, you know that," I told him, "Have you been drinking?"

"Sarah," Mom hissed, "Give me the phone."

I shook my head just as Puck answered, "No of course not. I'm hanging out with Jake actually. Anyways, since Grace isn't home, I'll pick her up myself then."

"Um, ok," I muttered, "I'll tell my mom. I'll talk to you later. Love you."

"Yeah, love you too," the line went dead.

I set the phone on the table, "That was weird."

"Was Noah drinking?" Mom asked, "Sarah, he's only 19."

I shook my head, "No, he wasn't drinking, he's with Jake. He just wanted to tell me that he was going to pick Grace up from school."

"Oh," Mom nodded, "Ok."

I stood, "I'm going to start my homework."

"Can you check on Sammie?" Mom said as I started away, "I set her down for a nap a little while ago and she should be up by now, but she hasn't made a noise."

I nodded, "Yeah, of course."

I made my way into Grace and Sammie's room and straight to the crib. I leaned against it to look down at my baby sister. Her big green eyes were staring right up until they blinked and registered me.

I smiled and lifted her up, "Hi there, Sammie, how are you?"

She gurgled and placed her head on my shoulder.

I laughed, "That's good. I'm doing good too, by the way." I sat in the rocking chair, "Homework can wait, right?"

Sammie's hands were soft against my neck as she tried to play with my hair.

I kissed the top of her head, "I wonder where Puck and Jake were. They were somewhere loud. I hope they're ok."

Mom walked in, "I heard my baby was awake."

I passed her Sammie, "She was up when I came in."

Mom nodded while cooing nonsense softly to her new daughter. Eventually she looked up at me, "Homework actually can't wait, Sarah."

I blushed, "Ok."

~~~~~GLEE~~~~~

I was absentmindedly doodling on the edge of my math homework when the bedroom door flew open. I spun around and was faced with a clearly excited Puck.

"Hey," he smiled while quickly grabbing his guitar, "Come on, living room now."

I laughed while following him. Once in the living room, I sat between a bouncy Grace and a bored Finn who was holding Sammie while Mom cooked dinner.

Puck and Jake immediately started strumming their guitars. Once the lyrics came from their mouths, I smiled at their Hanukkah song. I couldn't help but laugh as Grace jumped up and started dancing along with Puck and Jake; even Sammie was giggling along in Finn's lap. With a final note, Puck and Jake ended the song. Finn and I clapped for the three of them.

Puck bounded over and kissed me, "Did you like it?"

I laughed and gently pushed him off, "Definitely," I ran my hands up his arms, stopping at his shoulders where I felt a bandage. I raised my eyebrows, "What's this?"

Puck quickly shrugged out of my grasp, "Nothing."

I was about to ask another question when Jake stepped between us, "So are you ready to learn about Hanukkah, Sarah?"

"Uh, sure," I slowly nodded with a glance at Finn who nodded back.

"Alright," Puck walked over to the door and grabbed a big bag, "Jake and I picked up some stuff at the store for the next eight days. We've got a menorah, some candles, an ornament for the tree, and a driedel."

Grace jumped on his arm, "Did you get gelt?"

"Yeah," Jake chuckled.

"So can we play?" Grace grinned.

"Sure," Puck sat next to the coffee table, "Sars? Finn? You playing?"

I nodded and sat down next to him. My shoulder brushed against his and I heard him take in a breath quickly before blowing it off and wrapping his arm around me with a smile.

~~~~~GLEE~~~~~

Puck and I laid in bed, the soft glow of the moon the only light and the only sound our breaths.

His hand slowly snaked up my side and on top of my stomach, "How was your first Hanukkah?"

I laughed softly, "Are you talking to me or Nathan?"

He chuckled, "You."

I sat up, "Then it was good."

Puck stared up at me, "Awesome."

I smiled and ran a hand over his head, "Did you want to raise Nate Jewish?"

Puck sighed and shrugged while sitting up, "Doesn't matter."

I raised my eyebrows, "Liar."

He smirked, "Ok, yeah, I kinda want my kid to be Jewish, but I know you're Christian."

I laughed, "Puck, I haven't been to church in who knows how long."

"What if-and this is just for now-Nate's both?" Puck said quietly.

I thought it over before saying, "I don't think that's aloud."

Puck knelt in front of me, "Sarah, I'm going to have two kids before I turn 20. You're pregnant and still in high school. I don't think either of those are 'aloud'."

I laughed, "I know."

"So what do you say?" Puck asked, "Tomorrow, I'll ask Jake and Rachel to be the Jewish set of godparents and you ask Quinn and Finn for the Christian side."

I bit my lip, "Puck..."

"Sarah, I think it's the best idea, for now," he said slowly.

"Ok," I sighed, "You're right. But you do know that Grace is going to be pissed."

Puck groaned, "I know, but she's only 11; hopefully she'll understand."

I nodded before kissing his cheek lightly, "Love you."

He smiled, "Love you too," he laid back down.

I took in his long sleeved shirt while settling back down, "What are you hiding?"

Puck's eyes quickly shut and he turned slightly so I couldn't see him. Soft snores began rumbling from his chest.

I laughed and pushed him so we were face to face, "Seriously. What's on your shoulder?"

"Hmm? What?" Puck mumbled.

I straddled his waist, "Noah, come on, stop."

He groaned and rubbed his eyes, "Babe, it's nothing."

"Then let me see," I begged.

Puck rolled his eyes, "Not now."

I leaned down and breathed into his ear, "Please."

"Nope," Puck gently pushed me off of him, "Just forget about it and go to sleep."

I pursed my lips, "Puck-"

"I said, 'Forget about it,' Sarah, now stop," he flipped around so his back was to me.

My mouth gaped for a second before I nodded and laid back down.

The two of us laid in silence until Puck muttered, "Sorry."

I scooted over and kissed the back of his neck, "I'm sorry."

Puck sat up and flicked on the light, "Alright, don't be mad."

I sat up as well and raised my eyebrows, "No promises..."

He chuckled while rolling up his sleeve.

My eyes widened and my hand shot forward, stopping him from doing anything else, "Oh my God, please, please, please tell me you're ok before you keep going."

"What?" Puck whispered. Suddenly, it seemed to click in his head and he quickly smiled, "No, you don't get it, I'm perfectly fine. This isn't like last time, I'm not hurt, my mom didn't hit me. How would she do that anyways? She's in rehab or something. And besides, when was the last time I got in a fight?"

My hand dropped from his arm, "You're right, sorry."

Puck quickly shook his head, "Don't worry about it. So, can I continue?"

I glanced down, "Yeah."

He nodded and finished rolling up his sleeve, "Sarah."

I looked up to see a large piece of gauze covering his shoulder, "What the hell is that?"

Slowly, Puck pulled off the paper, "Please don't be mad," he said right before completely tearing it off.

My jaw went slack at the Star of David etched into his skin, "Is that-"

"A tattoo? Yeah," Puck stared at me, "Are you mad?"

My eyes flashed anger, "Yes. Do you realize how stupid this is? You could die or at least lose your arm."

"It's not stupid," Puck looked down at his shoulder, "It's sexy, right?"

I pushed him before slipping out of bed.

"Sarah!" Puck yelled and scrambled to get up.

I spun around, "Don't," I seethed. I quickly turned back and marched upstairs. Angrily, I fell on Puck's old bed.

"Sarah," Puck said while running up the stairs, "Come on, it's not that bad. And it's not like it doesn't mean something to me, it does."

The light flicked on as Finn sat up, "Are you two breaking up again? Cause I'd prefer if you didn't do it in my room at 10:30 at night."

I stood and went as close as my stomach would allow to Puck, "No. This idiot got a tattoo."

"Seriously?" Finn came over, "Let me see."

Puck ignored him as he glared at me, "You're over reacting."

"You could get AIDs," I hissed, "Or have an allergic reaction."

"I'm allergic to cats, not tattoos," Puck bit back.

"Who'd you get it with?" Finn asked.

"Jake," Puck continued staring at me as he answered.

I shoved him backwards, "What?" I screeched, "He's sixteen! That's illegal!"

Puck rubbed the spot I hit, "Calm down!"

Finn stepped between us, "Stop before you guys hurt each other!"

I looked around Finn's arm, "I thought you were trying to be a dad, but now I'm not so sure anymore."

"Why, Sarah, why? Because I got a tattoo that means I don't want to be a dad anymore?" Puck yelled back.

There were footsteps on the stairs and Mom and Burt ran up, "What is going on?" Mom asked.

"Puck got a tattoo!" I screamed at the same time Puck yelled, "Sarah's taking away my kid!"

"I never said that!" I shouted, "I just said that you weren't acting like a dad."

"Same thing," Puck grunted while fighting to get past Finn.

Burt grabbed him, "Enough! Both of you!"

Mom forced me back a step, "Sarah, go get a drink of water; you need to calm down."

I sent one last glare towards Puck before going to the kitchen and grabbing out a bottle of water. I plopped down in one of the chairs with a sigh. I've seen all those horror shows where the person gets infected because of their tattoo and I couldn't bear see that happen to Puck.

Grace slowly walked in, "Did you and Noah break up again?"

I shook my head with a small smile, "No, we're just fighting."

"About what?" Grace asked while sitting next to me.

I sighed, "Your brother-"

"Did something stupid," Puck finished while coming in and leaning against the fridge. He caught my eye, "And I'll get rid of it tomorrow."

My eyes widened and I jumped up, "No, don't do that, it's supposed to be worse than actually getting a tattoo."

"You got a tattoo!" Grace ran over, "Can I see it?"

Puck gently pushed her away, "Not now, but maybe tomorrow when it's not as swollen. Go back to bed, I'll tuck you in a minute."

Grace nodded and ran away.

Puck walked over to me, "Can we talk?"

I just smiled and hugged him tightly.

He hugged me back, "I'm sorry, I should have asked you first."

"Don't die," I muttered into his chest.

He chuckled, "And I won't lose an arm either."

I looked up, "I'm serious. You better take care of that thing and then I'll think about calling it sexy."

Puck laughed, "That's all I ask."

I stepped back, "Come on, I have to show you something," I tugged him to our room.

"You heard what I told Grace, I have to tuck her in," Puck said.

I shrugged, "It'll just take a minute."

"What is it?" Puck asked.

I led him to the nursery, "Ok, so you know how you give gifts on each of the days?"

"Sars, you realize this is my 19th Hanukkah, right?" Puck questioned.

I rolled my eyes, "Whatever. Anyways, I may have gotten Nathan a gift considering this is technically his first Hanukkah." I walked to the crib and grabbed out the dark green blanket with Puckerman embroidered on the corner, "See."

Puck grabbed it and stared at it, "I didn't know we were getting Nathan gifts."

I shrugged, "I was looking through a magazine a couple weeks ago and saw it, so I decided to buy it."

Puck gently placed the blanket back before kissing my forehead, "I bet he'll love it, but it actually reminded me of something."

"Yeah?" I sat on the rocking chair.

He hurried over to the baby dresser and grabbed out a small box, "I forgot to give Grace her present, I'll do that now."

I smirked, "What'd you get her?"

"A Star of David necklace," Puck quickly left the room, "I'll back in a minute."

I laughed softly. Slowly, I pushed off the chair and started back to my bed when I caught my reflection in the mirror and stopped. I've never actually looked at my pregnant self. I mean sure, I've looked in a mirror in the past nine months, but I've never really looked. I ran my hands across my stomach and started turning around, keeping my eyes on myself. It was sort of weird now that I focussed on it.

Before I knew it, Puck walked back in, "What are you doing?"

I froze, "Um, nothing."

"Sars, it's been ten minutes," he chuckled, "What were you doing?"

I grabbed his hands, "Look at me, like really look at me, I'm pregnant!"

Puck took a step back, "Well, I'd be darned, you are pregnant."

I softly pushed him with a laugh, "I'm serious! Look at me!"

"Ok, ok," Puck stared real hard at me. After a minute he smiled, "You're really pretty."

I crossed my arms, "Puck."

"What?" he chuckled, "I'm sorry, I'm just not understanding what you're asking me besides to 'look at you' because I do that everyday. Have you seriously not noticed that you're pregnant?"

I shrugged and stared down at the ground, "I've known-obviously-but it seems real right now."

Puck wrapped his arm around my waist and tugged me to the bed, "How about we go to sleep? You seem kinda tired."

Once I was laying against the pillows, I pulled Puck down next to me, "Don't you feel the same way though? I'm not crazy."

Puck sighed while curling me against his side, "Yeah, I know what you mean. In just a couple weeks, that room is going to have a baby in it. A living, breathing human is going to depend on us with his life. It's a little scary."

I buried my face in his neck, "Love you."

"I know," he replied.

I laughed and kissed the bottom of his jaw.

~~~~~GLEE~~~~~

Grace stared back at us in shock, "I don't get it."

Puck sighed, "I'm sorry, Grace, but you're only 11."

"So?" she yelled, "I really wanted to be a godmother!"

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Jake shift slightly from where he was leaning against the wall. He had come over and we'd just told him that we wanted him to be Nathan's godfather for the Jewish side. He'd happily agreed, but Grace wasn't too excited when she found out his other half was going to be Rachel.

"And you guys aren't even 20, so you can't say that I'm too young," Grace fought, "Noah, you even gave me a necklace."

"But Grace," I started, "You're going to be an aunt, isn't that better than a godmother?"

Puck put a hand up, "Do you even know what a godmother does?"

"No," Grace muttered.

"So listen to Sarah," Puck continued, "You're going to be an aunt and that's awesome, right? And by the way, that necklace wasn't because I wanted you to be Nathan's godmother, it was because you're my sister and I wanted to get you something nice for Hanukkah."

Jake came over, "Grace, you're a kid, you shouldn't have to worry about someone else's life. Leave that to us."

I stared down at the table and, consequently, my stomach. Was I too young to worry about someone's life? I am only 16. Sure I'll be 17 in a couple months, but still. I was really young to be having a baby.

Someone pinched my side and I looked up to see Puck, Jake, and Grace all looking at me.

Puck leaned his head forward and whispered in my ear, "You alright?"

"Yeah," I nodded, "Of course."

"You looked a little out of it," he breathed.

I shrugged and lightly kissed him, "I'm fine."

"So do you?" Grace asked.

I raised my eyebrows, "Sorry, what?"

She sighed, "Do you want to light the candle for tonight?"

"Oh," I was surprised, "Ok."

Grace hopped up and ran to the living room with Jake trailing behind.

Puck grabbed my hand and helped me up, "You sure you're ok?"

I nodded, "Yeah, I'm positive."

He kissed my forehead, "You better not be lying."

I smirked, "I'm not."

When he smiled, I felt a tiny bit bad because I really wasn't ok. Am I too young? I really want Nathan, but was that what was right? Yes, of course it was. He's my son and Puck's boy, I can't take him away. Never. Because the saying always goes: age is but a number; so I can do this. Puck and I are pretty mature for our age. 16 and 19, that's pretty grown up.

Puck's arm wrapped around my waist as Jake passed me the lighter. My hand shook slightly as I lit the candle, but something about it made me feel warm. This was right. This was what I've dreamed of since I realized I liked Puck at that pool party. This was why Nathan needed to be with us.

~~~~~GLEE~~~~~

A/N: Sorry for the later than usual update, but I hope you enjoyed! My thoughts on what would happen kept changing, but I'm pretty happy with how it turned out. Things are going to get interesting, so stay! There's actually a little time jump next chapter, but I can't wait for it! PLEASE REVIEW with any questions, comments, concerns, or suggestions! I love hearing from you guys!

~~~~~GLEE~~~~~

Dance-sing-live - There really wasn't that much Grace, but I hope you enjoyed it anyways! Trust me when I say there's a lot of Grace coming up.

Tyra - Thank you!

Gabby - I agree with you :)

~~~~~GLEE~~~~~

Sneak Peak: My hands shook as I found Finn's number in Noah's phone. "Noah, I'm scared," Sarah sobbed. "Just breathe," Noah said softly and I could tell he was trying to be calm, but he definitely wasn't.

I don't want to spoil it, but I'm excited!