A/N: Thanks you guys, for all the support you've shown me since I started writing this..I hope I don't disappoint!
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or the characters of Glee.
Crashing Down Around Me
I would love to sit here and say that I had a good reason for messing with those dweebs the day Mama broke up with me. I can't, though. I mean; yeah, I was cranky as hell...since cock-blocking ass Quinn kept interrupting my freaky-deaky dreams. And I was super fucking horny since she'd kneed me in the balls hard enough to keep me from rubbing one out. Plus, I didn't really get to sleep much even after that; cause the den sofa is lumpy as fuck. But I knew what the hell I was doing when I started that mess.
The truth is, I'd been listening to Azimio spout off his "restore world order" bullshit so long I had actually started believing it too. I knew about Karma, and I understood that I probably deserved the dumpster toss I got…but something deep inside of me (the asshole part) couldn't let them get away with that shit. So I sent a message by flipping it back on them. I ain't even get my hands dirty… Instead, I just added insult to injury by getting some of the do-bitch JV Titans to handle it for me.
My girl gave me hell while I was doing the shit at lunchtime, and I thought that was gonna be the end of it; but when I saw her right before Glee rehearsal, she was out of uniform and outta our relationship. But you wanna know what really made me step back and really look at myself? Even though we weren't a couple anymore, 'Cedes made sure she kept every promise she made to me while we 'dated.'
She kept on babysitting Michelle, whenever I had football practice and Moms had to work. Mercedes never took a dime for helping out my mom, and she knew Quinn had started going over to the library and Britts' house after school to avoid doing it. Jones loves kids, and she knew Michelle was crazy about her. To hear 'Cedes tell it, babysittng for my little sis was the highlight of her week.
Mercedes also made sure to keep helping me with English...I got a B- that term for the first time since fourth grade. She even helped me beat Artie and Mike's asses in a cross-Lima Halo war. And the best thing she did for me? Mama figured out how to get Quinn up out of my crib.
My mom loves 'Cedes; even if she's not Jewish... but she wasn't buying any of that shit Jones threw at her about pregnant chicks needing to sleep alone for the baby. Moms figured that, as my new girl, Jones was just jealous of Que sleeping up in my room. Even after 'Cedes and me told Moms we weren't together anymore, she still wasn't letting up. I guess my mother must have figured out I couldn't stand Quinn, and decided that keeping her in my bed would keep other chicks out of it too. Mom probably thought she was preventing more pregnancies by being so hard-ass.
Anyway, Jones took it upon herself to invite Quinn to move into one of her brothers' old room. She told me later, that Quinn had been pretty cool toward her when she was going thru some shit with Sue and the Cheerios. Plus, Mama felt bad about accusing Que of not having any soul during Funk week. Whatever her reason, that shit came right on time.
That's when we three really got tight, and it was way easier to deal with Baby Mama when we had Jones there as a buffer. I pretty much got to come and go at the Jones house like I wanted, since Quinn was family now. Me and 'Cedes were both hoping Que would keep Beth, so we talked about that shit a lot. She and I spent a lot of time playing and singing songs to Quinn's stomach and introducing ourselves as God-mama Mercy and Da-Da. I figured Jones wasn't bullshitting, and would be around to help with Babygirl if we did get to keep her. Whatever happened, I know Mama was half the reason I quit being such a douche toward the end of sophomore year.
When Que went into labor, it looked like me and Jones were gonna get our way…Terri Shuester was out of the picture, and Que wasn't trying to send her baby somewhere to live unless she knew the motherfuckers taking Beth first. At that point, I was so determined to raise my daughter with Quinn I would've married her ass if that's what it would take to make her keep Beth. If it came down to that, I knew Mercedes would still be around to keep us from killing each other.
I know the law says that a biological father has to give his consent before giving a baby up for adoption. So if I had made a big stink about it I could have kept Beth and raised her myself, regardless of what Quinn wanted. But Moms had already told me if I took custody she wasn't gonna do all the work for me. She said part of the upside to having a son is knowing that the mom's parents are the one left raising the babies when teenage pregnancy happens. So if I wanted to be a daddy against Quinn's wishes, I was gonna have to quit school and go on welfare or something. I obviously didn't wanna do that, since it kinda defeated the whole purpose of keeping her.
So I was glad we were all on the same page when Que went into labor. Mama held Quinn's hand and patted her back while she was having labor pains and cussing me out. Then she held my hand and patted my back once the epidural kicked in and it looked like I was gonna pass out or hurl. I mean, even the baddest baddass or the biggest horror movie fan can't prepare themselves for the sight of a baby being squeezed out of a cootch; and it grossed me the hell out. I know I ain't no bitch or nothing, it was natural. Mercedes calmed me down, and helped me maintain a little bit of my swagger. Trust me, I was seriously grateful to have her sexy ass in that room.
Afterward, Berry's mom swooped in and offered to adopt Beth. I wanted to kick her ass, and I could tell Mercedes was feeling the same damn way. Quinn, capitalistic bitch that she is, jumped up and down at the chance to send Beth somewhere that wouldn't make her feel guilty. She kept saying she felt like she had tried to wrap her mind around motherhood, but still didn't wanna do it at 16. So she asked me to sign the papers. I did it, resenting her ass the whole time; then went home with Jones and stayed there til I felt better.
After spending about ten days in their house without leaving (since they give the father two excused weeks off school too), I finally went home and spent the rest of that school year in a goddamn fog. I mean, I passed all my classes and didn't get expelled for fighting; but I don't remember too much else about that time. To be honest, my head didn't really clear until school started back that fall.
A/N: The next chapter will go into some of what Puck learned about himself the summer after Sophomore year... I'll probably do a jump back to the present for continuity. So I hope it makes sense!