A Rachel/Puck fic.

Chapter Four.


Disclaimer: See Ch. 1


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It was over a week before Puck had found the courage to tell his mom. He had missed Rachel's first doctor's appointment because her fathers were going to be there, and they hadn't told her dads about him being the father. They had agreed to wait until Puck told his mother.

Rachel had informed him that everything was okay, that the baby was doing fine, but he had wanted to see that with his own eyes ... and so he waited until his sister had gone to bed to confront his mom.

"Can I talk to you?" he asked her awkwardly.

She nodded, half-turning towards him while she watched the TV.

Puck sighed, clicking the television off with the remote in his hand.

His mother seemed to clue in that whatever he wanted to talk about what important. "Okay. What's on your mind?"

He looked at the ground, struggling to find the best way to say what he wanted.


He took a deep breath. "Mom, I screwed up."

She sat up in her seat, looking at him with worry. "What happened?"

Puck forced himself to look at her with a pained expression on his face. "I got a girl pregnant."

There was an overly long pause, and then his mother burst into tears.

"Oh, mom, don't cry," Puck tried, but it was useless.

"Noah, how could you be so careless?" she moaned, tears running down her face.

"I'm sorry," he told her honestly, mostly for making her sad.

It took her a few minutes to get herself under control, but when she'd finally regained her composure, she turned to look at him with red and puffy eyes. "Who?"

He looked down at the floor for a moment. "Rachel Berry."

There was an exceedingly long pause, and then his mother took a steadying breath. "Okay."

Noah's eyes snapped up from the floor, eyeing her with confusion. "Uh ... what?"

Mrs. Puckerman shrugged. "Better a Jewish girl than that slut Santana you used to bring around."

Noah's eyes widened, and he had to hold in a burst of laughter. "Wait, you're okay with this?"

Her eyes steeled. "Don't confuse this temporary relief with satisfaction, Noah. I have some yelling yet to do. But it can wait. Right now, you need to find a sitter for your sister, because we are going over to talk to her fathers."

Self-preservation made Noah jump to his feet. "Mom, I'm not sure that's the best -"

"I am not one bit interested in what you think at this moment, Noah. Get on the phone and find a sitter. Now."

He tried several times to call Rachel and warn her, but she must have been away from her cell phone, and after the fourth try his mother ripped the phone out of his hands and tossed it in the backseat. Under normal circumstances he would have glared at her and shot his mouth off, but he was currently happy that she hadn't yelled herself hoarse at him, so he bit his lip and sank down in his seat.

They arrived at her house far too quickly, and his mother had to practically force him out of the car. She marched him up the front walk, right up to the door and rapped harder than necessary several times.

Ten or so seconds later, the door opened and Rachel's eyes went from mild curiosity to panic. Her eyes flitted between Puck and his mom, and she was almost at a loss for words.


"What the hell are you doing here?" she demanded, and Puck wondered if he'd ever heard her swear before.

He inclined his head towards his mother and said, "She wants to talk to your fathers."

"A little warning would have nice!" Rachel hissed, saying it to Puck instead of his mother. She wasn't in much a position to be telling anyone what to do, least of all the mother of the father of her child. Wow, that's a mouthful, Rachel thought.

"May we come in?" Mrs Puckerman asked, and Rachel nodded, fear for Puck's well-being beginning to set in.

They stepped into the front entrance, and Rachel offered to take their coats. Mrs Puckerman declined, but slid her own coat off, practically ripping Puck's off him and asking Rachel where she would like them put.

Rachel meekly nodded towards the closet, and while his mother's back was turned moved quickly towards Rachel, pulling her to him and bending down a little to whisper, "I tried to call you. I'm sorry."

Rachel nodded, working to hold back her tears.

"Honey-bear, who is it?" one of her fathers asked, and walked into the living room from the kitchen to see them standing in the doorway.

Rachel flinched a little in Puck's arms, and turned to see her other dad walk up behind his partner.

They both looked between Rachel and Puck, and it wasn't very long before looks of realization and understanding passed through their faces.

"Hello, Misters' Berry," Mrs Puckerman greeted, stepping in front of Rachel and Puck. "It's good to see you again."

Rachel's father David looked at the two younger kids with disappointment, while Paul managed to pull himself together enough to shake her hand. "Probably it would have been nicer under better circumstances."

Puck's mom nodded. "Indeed."

Rachel spoke up. "Daddies ... please be okay with this?" she pleaded.

David still couldn't find any words, so Paul urged him into the kitchen. "Why don't we all have a seat?"

Rachel had gripped Puck's hand throughout the entire conversation, her other hand placed nervously over her belly. Thankfully her fathers hadn't yelled or threatened to kill Puck, but Rachel had to wonder if it wasn't because his mother was there.

They had given Puck and his mother Rachel's doctor appointment schedules, and Paul had even managed to shake the younger man's hand ... albeit with a little extra force.

When they had left, under her father's and his mother's watchful eyes he had placed a soft kiss on Rachel's forehead, promising to either call her or talk to her online when he got home.

They had decided against telling their respective parents the truth about how the pregnancy had come to be, and instead had told them they'd been dating for a couple months, and had gotten caught up one night while Rachel was helping him study. Neither of them were entirely sure that any of the adults had believed them, but it was better than the truth.

Rachel wondered if they would have to act like a couple while they were at school, as his mother informed both of them that Puck would be picking her up for school and driving her room every night from then on. Puck hadn't argued.

At the end of a long night, Rachel lay down on her bed and glanced at her phone, noticing four missed calls from Puck.

She sighed, looking up at the ceiling and placing the phone on her belly. Well, at least it's done and over with. Now they know. I guess it's all uphill from here, right?

End of chapter four.

I know, it's incredibly short for such a long wait, but I've been getting distracted by not only school, but all the other fanfics I've been writing, and I just wanted to finish this and get it posted.

Next chapter the other glee kids find out.

I'll try to update soon, but realistically I make no promises.

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Until next time ...!