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Pregnant!Puck
Rating; PG-13 or T
Warnings: language, mentions of rape, mentions of underage

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"Fuck."

That's all he said.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! FUCK!"

And he wouldn't open the door.

I had been standing outside for about half an hour before I realized he wasn't coming out right away. So I left and got something to eat and came back, hoping to lure him with food.

Didn't work. So I tried beer.

That didn't work either.

Then I mentioned a party going on out of town that I thought he'd want to go.

I heard him throw up. Again.

He'd been doing that since he got to my house. Like, literally. I opened the door and he was throwing up in the bushes. It was totally gross. I'm super glad he missed Mom's roses, though.

"Puck." Groan.

"Come on, Puck. You've been here for an hour, dude." Moan.

"What's wrong dude?" Gurgle. Eww, gross.

"Puck, talk to me. Please. I'm worried man." Sniffle.

"Puck?" Whimp--- wait, what?

"N-noah?" Sob.

"I can't, Finn. Fick! I can't do this. This wasn't supposed to happen. It's not supposed to happen to me! I can"t--"

"What's not supposed to happen, Puck?" By now I'm right in front of the door. Have to respect his privacy though. And the fact that's he's talking means I wasn't stupid not to call my mom.

Except, I kind of want to now because Puck's stuttering and Puck never stutters.

Noah does.

"I was just doing what I normally do. Clean the pool, give 'em a happy ending, get my cash and bounce. But then Miss - then Mrs. Cleaver (snort) said she found someone who might be interested. I told her - I - I told her no, but then Sarah got sick. You remember. And cause my mom's a shit for brains sometimes, she was scheduled for work and couldn't get off so I had to take care of Sarah and buy medicine for her, so I took the job. And--"

"And what, Noah?"

I'm up against the door now. I think he is too. We used to talk like this all the time. On nights after his Dad left and some of his mom's boyfriends got handsy. Sarah was always too young, thank god.

"He did something. Gave me some water and put - put something in it. Cause I don't remember what happened, Finn. I just woke up in my truck and everything hurt, but not like really hurt, just ached except my ass hurt a lot. So I drove off. I went home and took care of Sarah."

"That's rape, Noah. Why didn't you go to the hospital? God, why didn't you say anything before?! We could have sent the bastard to jail!"

"We still can. Don't even need proof that he raped me. Just have to wait 8 months more and take a DNA test."

"Oh."

"You know what's the worst part, though?"

His eyes bloodshot and wide like they haven't been since before the mohawk. And he opens the door like my mom's gonna hear him.

She always did and pretended she didn't. She just let him stay. She'll let him stay now. It'll be hell if he tries to leave either of us, after this.

"What's the worst part, Noah?"

We never really hugged. Not like this. Not like we were trying to fall through one another.

"The worst part is that he left the money on my fucking dash! Like I asked. Like it was expected. Like I'm a whore."

"You're not a whore, Noah."

"Yeah, right."

He doesn't believe me. We'll work on that.

"And stop calling me, Noah. Bitch."

"Okay, Noah."