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Burt reaches for Puck’s shoulders, holding him at arm’s length, for just a moment, trying to catch his eyes. As soon as they meet, he pulls him into his chest, and pretends he doesn’t hear the kid’s shaky exhale.
“Remember what I said, Noah. I’m here, you’re worth it, and I’m willing. Your dad comes back, I want you here. In less than five minutes. You call Finn tonight, and when you do, you tell him to put me on the phone. I want to talk to you and I want to hear you say that everything is okay. Got it?” Puck nods against his shoulder, and Burt pushes him back out to arm’s length. Puck meets his eyes evenly now, even if they’re a little glassy, and Burt smiles tightly. “And you don’t have to wait for “fucktard” to come back to come see me, okay?” Puck chuckles when Burt swears. “That’s what I’m going to call him now. Well, to you. Not in front of the missus. ‘Cause as far as I’m concerned, Puck, if you need a dad, you come see me.”
A few traitorous tears leak their way down Puck’s cheeks, and he wipes at them angrily. Finally, he nods gruffly, trying to get himself back under control. “Got it.” He whispers. “I guess I gotta… go?” He still looks nervous, like he’s leaving a place of relative safety (aside from wrestling matches with Finn that sometimes go a bit too far) for something he can never be sure of. “Just feels, I dunno, man… fast. Like my fucking brain can’t keep up, and Sarah’s out in the car and fucktard’s gone and ma’s waiting and…” This time it’s Puck himself who grabs onto Burt’s flannel shirt and pulls them back together.
“It’ll be good, right? ‘Cause, I’m smart and I… I do the good thing?”
Burt exhales, large and shaky, and rubs his hand over the back of Puck’s stupid hair cut. “Everything’s going to be okay, Noah. Because you’re smart, kid, and you try to do the right thing. Because you’re worth it. And if you hit a bump in the road, you come to me. Just because you leave this house, doesn’t mean you leave my family. Last year I got a new step son, and this year, I got you. Family dinners are Friday nights, and I expect to see you in your seat.”
Puck pulls fully away, shaking his head as if to clear it. Finally, he smiles “See you Friday then, Mr. H.” and turns away. Burt watches him go, and prays, like he never has before, that he hasn’t made a mistake letting his new son go home.
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