11In a Moment
Chapter 4: Puck
Summary: A person could make a choice that has the power to make or break their lives. A million thoughts could go through their minds in one moment. Watch as some of our glee members make such a choice.
Note: I realized as I was reading over Jesse's chapter that I had a brainfart because 1.) I had him talking about Julliard when he's going to UCLA and 2.) I totally forgot he was senior and I think I hinted he was Rachel's age. If it bothers you like a mofo, then either message me or review telling me so and I'll make the neccessary changes. If not, it stays the way it is. Anyway, here goes Puck's chapter:
Puck stared out at the beautiful baby girl. His beautiful baby girl. Obviously, Puck knew how babies were made. He'd demonstrated his knowledge on that plenty of times over with many different girls. But to actually see it, to actually see the baby girl that he helped make was…weird. It was…humbling?
Oh Lord almighty, how freakin' corny and messed up was that thought? Noah Puckerman feeling humble? It made him shiver just thinking of those two words in the same sentence. But it seemed to be true. That little, fragile, beautiful thing was his kid. He helped make it. He and Quinn.
Quinn.
Puck wasn't going to lie; the whole childbirth thing freaked him out. That was really gross and weird and bizarre and just…ew. So why didn't he run away? It was simple. Quinn needed him in there. You know, when she wasn't yelling, "Shut up! You suck! You suck! You suck!" at him. After she had the baby and was holding it in her arms, she kept looking up at him. He scooted closer and closer to her and when Mercedes realized this, she convinced Mrs. Fabray that they should leave. The moment they left, Puck lay down next to Quinn and she put the baby in the middle.
Puck liked who he was. He liked being a "man whore" and a badass. He was who he was and that was how he was going to stay. Except that moment, when he was lying down next to his kid and Quinn, there a small part of him that wanted to stay with Quinn and only Quinn. He felt like he could raise the baby with her and they would be amazing parents. Quinn would be a hot, wonderful mom and he would be a badass dad who stuck around for his kid and helped her through everything.
The moment passed though. Puck let it pass. He leaned his forehead against the cold glass that divided him and his daughter. Quinn stood next to him, looking drained and tired.
Of course she was drained and tired. She just had a baby for Pete's sake! Childbirth is weird and violent and…ew.
She looked beautiful though. More beautiful than he had ever seen her. Her hair kept falling into her eyes and the way she kept getting aggravated with it was the cutest thing ever. Her eyes were shining brightly as she looked at the kid. And the fact that she had put herself through all that pain for his kid was more of a turn on than he cared to admit.
"Did you love me?" Quinn's musical voice asked timidly.
Puck considered lying to her. Puck knew himself too well. The odds of him being able to stop his sleeping around weren't very good. He didn't have that much discipline. If he said no, would it be easier for her to move on? Probably. But it seemed like Puck wasn't in control of his mouth anymore. Instead of trying to let her down so she could move on with her life he said:
"Yes. Now more than ever."
He would feel the aftereffects of that statement for weeks. She would want to be together, so badly. He would want to be with her and only her, so badly. But in the end, he would do something stupid and so incredibly Puck-like and she would be hurt. He would feel like a jerk and she would be broken-hearted because of him…again.
But the smile on her face radiated happiness and Puck felt like the King of the World for making such a sad and beautiful creature smile so bright. He felt like it was worth it for that moment.
Puck felt something brush up against his hand.
He froze.
Quinn's hand was right there, right next to his, screaming at him to take it. He could, if he wanted to. It would make her feel even happier. It would also mean a lot more than simply taking her hand, especially after what he just said.
He wanted to so badly. He could feel his heart pounding in anticipation, the blood rushing to his brain. He got goose bumps just thinking about taking her hand then quickly reprimanded himself. After all, he'd gone all the way on way more than one occasion. Why should he be so turned on by thinking about touching a girl's hand?
But he was. Really turned on.
He loved Quinn and he knew it. Puck knew himself very well and knew that he loved her. He also knew he could never be enough for her. He was, as he had once so eloquently put it, a sex shark. He wanted a million girls; she wanted one guy to love forever. He could never be that guy.
He wanted to be that guy though. So much. He wanted to be her one guy to love her and help her run a household. It wasn't him, but he wanted it.
There lay his choice: Take her hand or let it – and her – go?
Did the bad outweigh the good? Would this perfect moment be worth the fights that were sure to follow? Puck would remember this moment forever if he took her hand. Would Quinn remember this moment as perfect forever though? Would she be 30, 40, 50, even 60 and look back on this moment as a happy one or as the moment where the jerk ass guy that got her knocked up further ruined her teenage life? It would probably be the second one, but what if it was the first? Should he take her hand?
Puck looked at her hand and with a single thought – ah, to hell with thinking. It never got me far anyway – he made what he thought to be one of the best decisions of his life, however small of a thing it was to do:
He laced his fingers through hers.
Her hand was really soft. It felt nice against his rough ones. Her hand was warm too and so small. His hand completely dwarfed hers but it still felt really good. Too good even.
She looked into his eyes and just for a moment it seemed like the world stopped and it was just the two of them, them against the world.
Oh Lordy, how freakin' corny was THAT?
But Puck didn't care if his badassness went down a few points for thinking that. Why? Because Quinn was smiling, really smiling.
He felt a bit tired. He was starting to get a major headache. He didn't get headaches often. Headaches were for wussies and nerds who looked at the small lettering on their homework too much. Puck thought a bit more and realized it was from his big decision. Then another thought occurred to him which struck him as odd and crazy:
All that took place in the course of a single second.
A single moment.
So do you like it? The next one is going to be Shelby and then I don't know what. I can't think of anything else, but I'll re-watch the episode. If I don't though, I need your opinion my lover readers:
Should I leave this as not completed and leave it open for other stories throughout the rest of the series, or should I just close it up and say it's complete?
Reviews are optional, but greatly appreciated.