Fic: And Baby Makes Four
Title: And Baby Makes Four
Pairing: Puck/Mike/Tina
Genre: Angst/Fluff
Spoilers: S2 relationships, S3 ages
Rating: R (some sex)
Warnings: Pegging, mpreg, slash and het, polyamory
Author's Note: Written for the gleempreg weekly writing challenge.
Word Count: 2500
Summary: How Noah Puckerman found his family when he was looking for the bathroom.
It started during Winter break, the year after Puck graduated. Kurt and Finn threw a New Directions reunion party, Puck got more drunk than he was planning on, and he couldn't remember which door was the upstairs bathroom. He tried the first door and it was just Kurt's room, so he figured the one across the way had to be the bathroom. It wasn't. It was Finn's room and it was very much occupied.
Puck wasn't too surprised who he found in there. Mike and Tina had always been affectionate, and a semester apart had only made it worse. Last he'd seen they were practically dry-humping during Rachel's karaoke solo. So now they were wet-humping. It only made sense.
The part that didn't make sense, and the part that kept Puck from just discretely closing the door again, was the way they were doing it. Mike was on his hands and knees, with Tina kneeling behind him. Because of their differences in heights, Mike's knees were spread wide and Tina had a tight grip on his hips as she pulled him back onto her strap on.
"Whoa," Puck said before he could stop himself. Chang squared looked up at him and he must have been really drunk, because he said, "That's freaking hot. Don't stop on my account."
Mike looked back at Tina, who gave a one shouldered shrug and raised her eyebrows. She waited for a nod from Mike before resuming her thrusts, meeting Puck's eyes in a sort of challenge.
Puck wasn't one to wuss out on a dare.
"Hold that thought," he told Tina, getting a little mesmerized by the way her tits jiggled as she fucked Mike. "I gotta try to pee at half-mast as it is."
Dancing a little, Puck hurried to take care of his business and then slipped back into Finn's room, locking it behind him. The Changs were still going at it, so Puck asked, "Do I just get to watch, or can I touch?"
"Really ... dude?" Mike asked, his voice strained, like he was trying not to moan.
Puck took it as a yes.
~~**~~
It continued when Puck realized he was moving to the city where Mike lived since he'd gotten into a guitar performance program for spring semester, and Tina would totally let them hook up as long as she got to watch over Skype. Puck knew he could have been playing the field - he even got a few numbers when he and Mike and Mike's friends went out dancing that one time - but college was hard. And whatever this was, it was easy.
Puck was just glad Mike had a private dorm room. His own roommate, a dude named Jed, thanked Puck for never being around. He had to admit, by the end of the semester, most of his stuff was crammed into Mike's room and they were fucking living together.
But Puck liked waking up next to the same person every morning and he liked trying to get comfortable in Mike's twin bed every night. It was cozy or some shit. When Tina came to visit, Puck didn't even go back to his own place. He slept on the floor. Halfway through the night he realized that he was way warmer than he expected to be and found that Tina was curled around him, with Mike right behind her, his hand on one of Puck's hips. He wasn't gonna fucking cry. Puck just had some dust or something in his eye from sleeping on the floor.
~~**~~
Summer back in Lima was interesting to say the least. Puck's mom worked all day, but his sister was around and sometimes she came home from her friends' houses without any warning. Tina's mom worked from home, so they couldn't do anything noisy there, though there were a few instances of quick, hushed getting off. Mike's parents both worked and he didn't have any siblings, but he did have a grandmother who lived in the house. It helped that she was half deaf and slept a lot, but all things considered, there wasn't a lot of alone time.
Puck wasn't sure if Tina and Mike talked about him sometimes when he was hanging with his family or something (like he was really going to tell them he was dating two people at once), but he didn't want to talk about what they had going. It felt safer if he didn't. He just showed up, because that was what he was good at.
The night before his … Puck didn't even know what to call them: his boyfriend and his girlfriend? It didn't sound right, seeing as no one besides the three of them and Jed knew what was really going on… The night before Mike and Tina left for Asian Camp, Tina sat in Puck's lap on Puck's bed and gave him a box wrapped in bright paper.
"Is this some sort of goodbye present?" Puck asked, wondering if he should still be making plans to move into that one-bedroom with Mike in the fall. Technically, Tina was living at the dorm and Mike having a same-sex roommate in a one-bedroom place made both sets of Chang parents feel better about Tina moving to the same city as her boyfriend. Like they wouldn't have sex as long as Puck was around. Ha!
"It's a present," Tina nodded, nipping at Puck's earlobe as he unwrapped the box, Mike sitting beside them with his arm around Puck's shoulders. This didn't feel like a goodbye forever. It felt kinda like they didn't want to leave him.
And why should they? He was a freaking sex shark. He made their lives like a bazillion times hotter, really.
"It's a phone."
"Not just any phone," Mike insisted, pulling an identical one out of his back pocket. "It does video chat. It'll be like you're there with us, even if you can't get to your computer."
Puck didn’t want to get sappy over a stupid cell phone, so he pulled Mike into an open-mouthed kiss while he hugged Tina tighter with his other arm. "Thanks," he breathed, nipping Mike's bottom lip once before turning to kiss Tina as well. "Gonna miss you guys," he said, dropping the phone to the ground and pushing one hand up Tina's tiny little body as they kissed. "I call dibs on the middle tonight!"
"Fine…" Tina sighed with mock exasperation, squealing as Puck picked her up and half tossed her down onto his bed before covering her with his body. "Noah, baby, ah! That tickles!"
Puck laughed, feeling like everything was going to be okay as he told her, "That wasn't me!" and grinned over at Mike before kissing him roughly.
~~**~~
Every morning at the new apartment, Puck woke up with two people in his bed. Or, almost every morning. Sometimes Tina stayed at her dorm if she had to study late or when her mom came to visit, but most nights she was there. There was a second, smaller bed in the bedroom, but it was just for show since all three of them cuddled up in the queen bed they'd pilfered from Puck's mom's house. He loved that sometimes he got to be the big spoon and sometimes the little spoon and sometimes even the middle spoon, waking up to the smell of skin - either sort of woodsy, like Mike's deodorant, or warm vanilla like Tina's lotion, or even sometimes just musky them if things the night before had gotten athletic.
Waking up alone one morning, the sheets around him all cold, was weird. He remembered Tina hadn't stayed over, but where was Mike? He never woke up first or got out of bed before he had to. Or, not long enough to leave the sheets cold like this. Something was wrong.
Bleary eyed in the still-dark morning, Puck pulled on some boxers and shoved his feet into the bunny slippers Tina had gotten him for Hanukkah, shuffling out of the bedroom and through the apartment. Mike's keys were still hanging by the door - an OCD habit Puck was sure he'd gotten from his parents - and his coat was still thrown haphazardly over one of the dining chairs where Puck had thrown it the night before in his haste to get his - to get Mike - naked.
And then Puck heard retching coming from the bathroom. Why hadn't he noticed before that the door was closed? Knocking on it lightly, Puck asked, "Hey, dude? You okay?"
"No," Mike groaned, unlocking the door and opening it an inch or two before shuffling away and letting Puck do the rest of the work getting the door open.
Mike had his arms wrapped around the toilet bowl, his cheek resting on the seat and that one afghan that Puck's nana made wrapped around his bare shoulders. He was wearing sleep pants and Puck wondered where he'd gotten them, because he hadn't seen any pajamas since his sister visited that one weekend. Crouching down, Puck ran his fingers back through Mike's short hair and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong, babe? Food poisoning?"
"Must be," Mike nodded, leaning back against Puck's chest and pulling one of Puck's arm around him like another blanket. "I didn't want to wake you up. I know you've got that big test this morning."
"It's cool," Puck replied, squeezing Mike tighter and rearranging himself so they were more comfortable on the hard white-and-black tile floor. "I was gonna get up soon anyway."
Weakly, Mike laughed. "That's what he said."
Chuckling, Puck squeezed Mike quickly and told him, "Careful, Chang. Keep telling stupid dirty jokes and people might think I'm rubbing off on you."
"Too la-" Mike began before suddenly pulling himself up toward the toilet and retching noisily into the bowl. It was a good thing Puck only ate breakfast on special occasions. Or, you know, for dinner.
~~**~~
"He's been sick for almost a week," Tina sighed, scratching her blue nails through Puck's Mohawk as he sat on the floor in front of her chair, both of them staring at the closed bathroom door. "I think he needs to go see a doctor."
Later that night, when Tina brought Mike back to the apartment, she explained what was wrong. "He's pregnant."
"I'm standing right here, Tina," Mike sighed, lowering himself onto the couch wearily. "Just because my life is over doesn’t mean you can talk about me like I'm not here."
"Sweetie!" Tina cried, going over to sit next to Mike and taking his hand. "Your life's not over."
Mike gave Tina a look that argued otherwise and said, "Well, I won't be able to dance for one. And it's not like we can tell people you're the father. Everyone will know."
Mike didn't say it, but the implication was there. Mike's parents would be disappointed in him for not conforming to the life plan they'd set out for him. Mike was supposed to be straight and after college he was supposed to get a job and then marry Tina and then have kids. Puck wasn't supposed to be part of the equation at all.
But he was. That was his kid, too. And Mike was ashamed of that fact. No one was ever proud to be with Puck. Not even the guy he'd been freaking living with for a year.
Unable to stand the rejection, Puck grabbed his school bag and left the apartment. Pulling out his phone, Puck called one of his friends, saying, "Yeah, I had a falling out with my roommate. Can I crash tonight?" After getting an affermitive answer, he turned off his phone, really not wanting to answer it.
Mike caught up to Puck after one of his classes the next day, grabbing his hand and pulling him into a semi-private alcove. "Puck," he began, before switching to, "Noah," when Puck wouldn't look him in the eye. "Noah, please."
"What?" Puck snapped. "I always knew this was a temporary thing. Now you and Tina are going to get married and-"
Mike cut him off with a harsh kiss, in public. He'd never done that before. In public Puck was always the roommate, the friend. Never the boyfriend. Not when he had Tina.
"You're going to be a father, Noah," Mike said, eyes searching Puck's. "Tina and I wouldn't be able to do this without you, even if we wanted to. You're in this forever, okay?"
Gulping nervously because forever was a long ass time, Puck nodded. "Okay." Leaning his forehead against Mike's he asked, "What about your parents? What about your dance program? What happens when people find out? That last pregnant guy was on the news for forever. Babe, wha-"
"You're gonna love this," Mike insisted, but he didn't explain what exactly Puck was going to love. "C'mon, let's go home. Tina should be there already and she can fill you in. It's her plan."
Lacing his fingers with Mike's Puck nodded, "Yeah, okay."
When they got to the apartment, Tina must have heard them coming, because she was standing in the middle of the living room with a big grin on her face and a giant belly. "What the...?"
"It's a prop," Tina grinned, pulling up her shirt to reveal a fake belly wrapped around her torso. "I got it from the costume department at school. We'll tell everyone I'm pregnant."
"Your parents are going to make you get married," Puck pointed out, still feeling like the odd man out. "Then what? I'm that weird friend who lives with the married couple and their kid? I'm the nanny? Guys, this isn't gonna wor-"
"We'll make it work," Mike insisted, that same determined look on his face as when he was dancing. "I'm not doing this without you."
Puck was about to roll his eyes when he realized the implications of Mike's statement. "You mean...?"
"If you're not in this a hundred percent, Noah, then it's just too much to sacrifice."
Maybe Mike should get rid of it. Puck figured he wouldn't be dancing for probably at least a year. For someone in as competitive a program as Mike was in, a year could kill his career.
But then Puck thought about what his and Mike's kid would look like and what it might be like and what their apartment would feel like having all three of them and a baby - Tina singing in the kitchen, Mike dancing in the living room, and Puck playing his guitar behind it all, and a baby made them truly a family. Sure, there were hurdles (not the least of which was the fact that they were all still in school) but it could be so good, too.
Puck nodded, putting one hand in Tina's and the other in Mike's.
~~**~~
It ended when Noah was seventy-eight and the Puckerman diabetes finally caught up with him. But that was fine, because his and Mike's and Tina's four kids were all grown up and had kids of their own. And three of those grandchildren had Noah's eyes.
Pairing: Puck/Mike/Tina
Genre: Angst/Fluff
Spoilers: S2 relationships, S3 ages
Rating: R (some sex)
Warnings: Pegging, mpreg, slash and het, polyamory
Author's Note: Written for the gleempreg weekly writing challenge.
Word Count: 2500
Summary: How Noah Puckerman found his family when he was looking for the bathroom.
It started during Winter break, the year after Puck graduated. Kurt and Finn threw a New Directions reunion party, Puck got more drunk than he was planning on, and he couldn't remember which door was the upstairs bathroom. He tried the first door and it was just Kurt's room, so he figured the one across the way had to be the bathroom. It wasn't. It was Finn's room and it was very much occupied.
Puck wasn't too surprised who he found in there. Mike and Tina had always been affectionate, and a semester apart had only made it worse. Last he'd seen they were practically dry-humping during Rachel's karaoke solo. So now they were wet-humping. It only made sense.
The part that didn't make sense, and the part that kept Puck from just discretely closing the door again, was the way they were doing it. Mike was on his hands and knees, with Tina kneeling behind him. Because of their differences in heights, Mike's knees were spread wide and Tina had a tight grip on his hips as she pulled him back onto her strap on.
"Whoa," Puck said before he could stop himself. Chang squared looked up at him and he must have been really drunk, because he said, "That's freaking hot. Don't stop on my account."
Mike looked back at Tina, who gave a one shouldered shrug and raised her eyebrows. She waited for a nod from Mike before resuming her thrusts, meeting Puck's eyes in a sort of challenge.
Puck wasn't one to wuss out on a dare.
"Hold that thought," he told Tina, getting a little mesmerized by the way her tits jiggled as she fucked Mike. "I gotta try to pee at half-mast as it is."
Dancing a little, Puck hurried to take care of his business and then slipped back into Finn's room, locking it behind him. The Changs were still going at it, so Puck asked, "Do I just get to watch, or can I touch?"
"Really ... dude?" Mike asked, his voice strained, like he was trying not to moan.
Puck took it as a yes.
~~**~~
It continued when Puck realized he was moving to the city where Mike lived since he'd gotten into a guitar performance program for spring semester, and Tina would totally let them hook up as long as she got to watch over Skype. Puck knew he could have been playing the field - he even got a few numbers when he and Mike and Mike's friends went out dancing that one time - but college was hard. And whatever this was, it was easy.
Puck was just glad Mike had a private dorm room. His own roommate, a dude named Jed, thanked Puck for never being around. He had to admit, by the end of the semester, most of his stuff was crammed into Mike's room and they were fucking living together.
But Puck liked waking up next to the same person every morning and he liked trying to get comfortable in Mike's twin bed every night. It was cozy or some shit. When Tina came to visit, Puck didn't even go back to his own place. He slept on the floor. Halfway through the night he realized that he was way warmer than he expected to be and found that Tina was curled around him, with Mike right behind her, his hand on one of Puck's hips. He wasn't gonna fucking cry. Puck just had some dust or something in his eye from sleeping on the floor.
~~**~~
Summer back in Lima was interesting to say the least. Puck's mom worked all day, but his sister was around and sometimes she came home from her friends' houses without any warning. Tina's mom worked from home, so they couldn't do anything noisy there, though there were a few instances of quick, hushed getting off. Mike's parents both worked and he didn't have any siblings, but he did have a grandmother who lived in the house. It helped that she was half deaf and slept a lot, but all things considered, there wasn't a lot of alone time.
Puck wasn't sure if Tina and Mike talked about him sometimes when he was hanging with his family or something (like he was really going to tell them he was dating two people at once), but he didn't want to talk about what they had going. It felt safer if he didn't. He just showed up, because that was what he was good at.
The night before his … Puck didn't even know what to call them: his boyfriend and his girlfriend? It didn't sound right, seeing as no one besides the three of them and Jed knew what was really going on… The night before Mike and Tina left for Asian Camp, Tina sat in Puck's lap on Puck's bed and gave him a box wrapped in bright paper.
"Is this some sort of goodbye present?" Puck asked, wondering if he should still be making plans to move into that one-bedroom with Mike in the fall. Technically, Tina was living at the dorm and Mike having a same-sex roommate in a one-bedroom place made both sets of Chang parents feel better about Tina moving to the same city as her boyfriend. Like they wouldn't have sex as long as Puck was around. Ha!
"It's a present," Tina nodded, nipping at Puck's earlobe as he unwrapped the box, Mike sitting beside them with his arm around Puck's shoulders. This didn't feel like a goodbye forever. It felt kinda like they didn't want to leave him.
And why should they? He was a freaking sex shark. He made their lives like a bazillion times hotter, really.
"It's a phone."
"Not just any phone," Mike insisted, pulling an identical one out of his back pocket. "It does video chat. It'll be like you're there with us, even if you can't get to your computer."
Puck didn’t want to get sappy over a stupid cell phone, so he pulled Mike into an open-mouthed kiss while he hugged Tina tighter with his other arm. "Thanks," he breathed, nipping Mike's bottom lip once before turning to kiss Tina as well. "Gonna miss you guys," he said, dropping the phone to the ground and pushing one hand up Tina's tiny little body as they kissed. "I call dibs on the middle tonight!"
"Fine…" Tina sighed with mock exasperation, squealing as Puck picked her up and half tossed her down onto his bed before covering her with his body. "Noah, baby, ah! That tickles!"
Puck laughed, feeling like everything was going to be okay as he told her, "That wasn't me!" and grinned over at Mike before kissing him roughly.
~~**~~
Every morning at the new apartment, Puck woke up with two people in his bed. Or, almost every morning. Sometimes Tina stayed at her dorm if she had to study late or when her mom came to visit, but most nights she was there. There was a second, smaller bed in the bedroom, but it was just for show since all three of them cuddled up in the queen bed they'd pilfered from Puck's mom's house. He loved that sometimes he got to be the big spoon and sometimes the little spoon and sometimes even the middle spoon, waking up to the smell of skin - either sort of woodsy, like Mike's deodorant, or warm vanilla like Tina's lotion, or even sometimes just musky them if things the night before had gotten athletic.
Waking up alone one morning, the sheets around him all cold, was weird. He remembered Tina hadn't stayed over, but where was Mike? He never woke up first or got out of bed before he had to. Or, not long enough to leave the sheets cold like this. Something was wrong.
Bleary eyed in the still-dark morning, Puck pulled on some boxers and shoved his feet into the bunny slippers Tina had gotten him for Hanukkah, shuffling out of the bedroom and through the apartment. Mike's keys were still hanging by the door - an OCD habit Puck was sure he'd gotten from his parents - and his coat was still thrown haphazardly over one of the dining chairs where Puck had thrown it the night before in his haste to get his - to get Mike - naked.
And then Puck heard retching coming from the bathroom. Why hadn't he noticed before that the door was closed? Knocking on it lightly, Puck asked, "Hey, dude? You okay?"
"No," Mike groaned, unlocking the door and opening it an inch or two before shuffling away and letting Puck do the rest of the work getting the door open.
Mike had his arms wrapped around the toilet bowl, his cheek resting on the seat and that one afghan that Puck's nana made wrapped around his bare shoulders. He was wearing sleep pants and Puck wondered where he'd gotten them, because he hadn't seen any pajamas since his sister visited that one weekend. Crouching down, Puck ran his fingers back through Mike's short hair and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong, babe? Food poisoning?"
"Must be," Mike nodded, leaning back against Puck's chest and pulling one of Puck's arm around him like another blanket. "I didn't want to wake you up. I know you've got that big test this morning."
"It's cool," Puck replied, squeezing Mike tighter and rearranging himself so they were more comfortable on the hard white-and-black tile floor. "I was gonna get up soon anyway."
Weakly, Mike laughed. "That's what he said."
Chuckling, Puck squeezed Mike quickly and told him, "Careful, Chang. Keep telling stupid dirty jokes and people might think I'm rubbing off on you."
"Too la-" Mike began before suddenly pulling himself up toward the toilet and retching noisily into the bowl. It was a good thing Puck only ate breakfast on special occasions. Or, you know, for dinner.
~~**~~
"He's been sick for almost a week," Tina sighed, scratching her blue nails through Puck's Mohawk as he sat on the floor in front of her chair, both of them staring at the closed bathroom door. "I think he needs to go see a doctor."
Later that night, when Tina brought Mike back to the apartment, she explained what was wrong. "He's pregnant."
"I'm standing right here, Tina," Mike sighed, lowering himself onto the couch wearily. "Just because my life is over doesn’t mean you can talk about me like I'm not here."
"Sweetie!" Tina cried, going over to sit next to Mike and taking his hand. "Your life's not over."
Mike gave Tina a look that argued otherwise and said, "Well, I won't be able to dance for one. And it's not like we can tell people you're the father. Everyone will know."
Mike didn't say it, but the implication was there. Mike's parents would be disappointed in him for not conforming to the life plan they'd set out for him. Mike was supposed to be straight and after college he was supposed to get a job and then marry Tina and then have kids. Puck wasn't supposed to be part of the equation at all.
But he was. That was his kid, too. And Mike was ashamed of that fact. No one was ever proud to be with Puck. Not even the guy he'd been freaking living with for a year.
Unable to stand the rejection, Puck grabbed his school bag and left the apartment. Pulling out his phone, Puck called one of his friends, saying, "Yeah, I had a falling out with my roommate. Can I crash tonight?" After getting an affermitive answer, he turned off his phone, really not wanting to answer it.
Mike caught up to Puck after one of his classes the next day, grabbing his hand and pulling him into a semi-private alcove. "Puck," he began, before switching to, "Noah," when Puck wouldn't look him in the eye. "Noah, please."
"What?" Puck snapped. "I always knew this was a temporary thing. Now you and Tina are going to get married and-"
Mike cut him off with a harsh kiss, in public. He'd never done that before. In public Puck was always the roommate, the friend. Never the boyfriend. Not when he had Tina.
"You're going to be a father, Noah," Mike said, eyes searching Puck's. "Tina and I wouldn't be able to do this without you, even if we wanted to. You're in this forever, okay?"
Gulping nervously because forever was a long ass time, Puck nodded. "Okay." Leaning his forehead against Mike's he asked, "What about your parents? What about your dance program? What happens when people find out? That last pregnant guy was on the news for forever. Babe, wha-"
"You're gonna love this," Mike insisted, but he didn't explain what exactly Puck was going to love. "C'mon, let's go home. Tina should be there already and she can fill you in. It's her plan."
Lacing his fingers with Mike's Puck nodded, "Yeah, okay."
When they got to the apartment, Tina must have heard them coming, because she was standing in the middle of the living room with a big grin on her face and a giant belly. "What the...?"
"It's a prop," Tina grinned, pulling up her shirt to reveal a fake belly wrapped around her torso. "I got it from the costume department at school. We'll tell everyone I'm pregnant."
"Your parents are going to make you get married," Puck pointed out, still feeling like the odd man out. "Then what? I'm that weird friend who lives with the married couple and their kid? I'm the nanny? Guys, this isn't gonna wor-"
"We'll make it work," Mike insisted, that same determined look on his face as when he was dancing. "I'm not doing this without you."
Puck was about to roll his eyes when he realized the implications of Mike's statement. "You mean...?"
"If you're not in this a hundred percent, Noah, then it's just too much to sacrifice."
Maybe Mike should get rid of it. Puck figured he wouldn't be dancing for probably at least a year. For someone in as competitive a program as Mike was in, a year could kill his career.
But then Puck thought about what his and Mike's kid would look like and what it might be like and what their apartment would feel like having all three of them and a baby - Tina singing in the kitchen, Mike dancing in the living room, and Puck playing his guitar behind it all, and a baby made them truly a family. Sure, there were hurdles (not the least of which was the fact that they were all still in school) but it could be so good, too.
Puck nodded, putting one hand in Tina's and the other in Mike's.
~~**~~
It ended when Noah was seventy-eight and the Puckerman diabetes finally caught up with him. But that was fine, because his and Mike's and Tina's four kids were all grown up and had kids of their own. And three of those grandchildren had Noah's eyes.