Introducing Pucklebaby [1/2]
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Puck/Rachel
Word Count: 3086
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Summary: Written for this prompt. for blackgem88
Rachel gripped Puck’s hand tightly as she stared out into the audience, waiting for the judge to announce the winner. Her chest heaved in anticipation. After her final break-up with Finn, she poured all of her energy into whipping the Glee club into shape.
She bossed Mr. Schue into using her perfectly crafted set list (which included a phenomenal solo for her), she worked tirelessly with Mike and Brittany to think up choreography that would give them a competitive edge, and she forced everyone into a healthy diet, beauty regimen, and workout routine three months in advance. It only got worse once school ended and summer started. The team’s only saving grace was Puck.
Somewhere in between the end of school and Nationals, Puck had wormed his way into Rachel’s heart and she allowed him to stay there. Although the competition was still at the forefront of her mind, it was now sharing that space with this new relationship. She eased up her iron grip on the team as he eased his way into her pants.
Now, as she stood awaiting the judgment, she replayed everything that happened that night. She opened with one of her favorite ballads, “A New Day Has Come” by the great Celine Dion (she felt anything by Barbra would be too obvious), thinking of her boyfriend the entire way through. Then, Finn and Puck shared the vocals of the Beatles’ “Can’t Buy Me Love.” The Beatles were sure to please any crowd. Finally, for the closing number, they pulled out a show tune from a musical Rachel had been preparing for her whole life, “All That Jazz” from Chicago. It broke her heart to give the song over to Mercedes and Santana. She was born to play Velma Kelly.
They went first, which could have been bad or good. They would either set the bar far too high for the other three teams to measure up to, or they would be overshadowed. Rachel breathed a sigh of relief when the choir representing the West Coast stumbled through their choreography. She yawned at the boring song selections and sub-par vocals of the New England choir. But when the Southern choir from North Carolina dominated the stage last, she worried her bottom lip between her teeth. They hadn’t come all this way to not win.
The judge finally opened his mouth, “It is my great pleasure to announce the prizes for the National Show Choir Competition. In third place,” he started to open the envelope but an aide quickly rushed to his side and stopped him, whispering something in his ear. Rachel blew out a frustrated breath and Puck gripped her hand tighter. “Well, folks, it seems that one of our teams has been disqualified. I’m sorry, but the Chapel Hill High Crescendos from North Carolina are no longer eligible.”
The Crescendos looked horrified and slowly walked off the stage with their heads bowed. Rachel silently said a prayer, thanking God, because there was no way they were not winning now.
“Alright, this means that each of the three teams left will place. Coming in third place, the Lincoln High Crooners from Vermont!” He announced excitedly, waiting for the assistant to hand off the trophy. He paused for a moment to let the tension build before continuing, “In second place we have Johnson High’s Rhythmic Rhapsody from California, which means McKinley High’s New Directions from Ohio are our 2011 National Champions!”
The stage lights began to blur as tears filled Rachel’s eyes and she felt herself being lifted into the air by Puck’s strong arms. She wrapped her own around his neck and buried her face into his shoulder. This moment was everything she dreamed it would be, but so much more because she was experiencing it with Puck. When she had envisioned this moment before, she was always standing there alone, clutching her trophy. Now, she was clutching her boyfriend and she could not have cared less about a cold, shiny trophy. As long as she had the title, of course.
The team soaked in the applause for a few more moments before stepping off stage and going back to the waiting room. She never let go of Puck’s hand the whole way there and sat on his lap while everyone buzzed around them.
“Finally! All of our hard work paid off!” Finn shouted, pulling Santana to him and kissing her hard. Rachel didn’t even flinch; she had become accustomed to their generous public displays of affection. Mr. Schue spoke next.
“Guys, you all did phenomenally, but I think we all owe Rachel a round of applause for her dedication and ideas.” A genuine look of shock covered her face. She hadn’t expected, or ever dared to dream, she would receive recognition from her peers but they all applauded heartily and gave her sincere smiles. She said a quiet thank you and flashed her gorgeous, wide smile.
“We should celebrate! I mean we’re in New York City,” Tina said, “when is this ever going to happen to us again?” The room broke into a chorus of agreements and after Mr. Schue left to go find Ms. Holliday, it was decided that everyone would meet in the hotel lobby at ten that evening and take the city by storm.
…
Rachel turned the fake I.D. over in her hands a couple of times, trying to determine whether or not it was convincing. Puck had made everyone a fake i.d. in anticipation of them either wanting to celebrate or drown their miseries. Fortunately, they were celebrating tonight.
They were all waiting in line at some random club Santana found, trying to play it cool, pretending like they were supposed to be there. When the line started moving, Puck gently pushed her forward with the hand that was on the small of her back.
“Baby, relax, these I.D.’s are totally legit,” Puck said, moving his hand to grip her side.
As he (annoyingly) tends to be, he was right. The bouncer barely glanced at it and put an “X” her hand, signifying that she was old enough to drink. Which she certainly wasn’t.
While Puck and Rachel made their way to the bar, everyone else made their way to the dance floor, except for Team Blonde who found a little corner to be exclusive in, as usual. Puck ordered himself a jack and coke and Rachel simply asked for water.
“Come on, Rach, I’m dying to know what you look like drunk,” Puck said, giving her the smile he reserved just for her. As soon as the words left his mouth, Santana and Brittany walked up behind them.
“So am I. Have a tequila shot with me and Britt.”
“No, someone has to be the responsible one tonight,” she said shaking her head furiously, “besides alcohol numbs your vocal chords.”
“Aw, lighten up. You don’t have to use your vocal chords anyway, we won, so celebrate,” Santana turned towards the bartender, “three tequila shots!”
The bartender handed them a saltshaker and a lime each. He set up three glasses and filled them each to the rim with a clear liquid. Rachel glanced nervously at Puck and saw the look of amazement in his eyes. Was she really that predictable?
Santana told her to lick the salt, down the shot, and suck the lime, then swallow. When she yelled “now,” Rachel hesitated slightly before sucking in a breath and following Santana and Brittany. She grimaced slightly at the taste but loved the feeling of the tequila moving through her body.
Three shots later, Rachel was all over Puck, running her fingers through his hair and pushing his shirt up. By the time he got her back to her hotel room, he was painfully hard but she insisted on performing a striptease before they got down and dirty. He made a mental note to give her tequila more often because it brought out a side of Rachel Berry he needed to see more often.
…
Two weeks later on a sweltering July day, Rachel was eating one of her daddy’s special vegan fudgesicles, which normally she hated but she was really craving it, when she remembered it was time to take her birth control.
She wandered upstairs to her room and grabbed the little pouch from her purse. When she opened it she realized her period was set to come in three days, which was weird because normally she had crazy PMS. Her body was like clockwork. A feeling of uneasiness settled in her stomach but she just tried to push it away and just wait for her period to come.
It didn’t come.
“Rach, why the fuck are you crying?” Puck yelled into the phone, “What’s wrong?”
She called him and hadn’t said a word. She just cried hysterically for five minutes while he coaxed her into saying something. Anything. She finally sucked in the tears and blurted it out, “I’mpregnant!” He was silent for a moment.
“I’m on my way.”
When Puck arrived at the Berry residence the door was unlocked so he let himself in and found Rachel lying in the fetal position on her bed. He slipped off his shoes and pressed himself against her back. He placed his hand over the hand she had flat on her stomach.
“When’d you find out?” He asked in her ear.
“Today. I didn’t get my period so I bought a home pregnancy test,” she said, relaxing into his hold, “well, actually three and they all confirmed it.”
“Oh.”
“Noah? That night after we won nationals, did we use a condom?”
“The first two times, yes. When you wanted to go a third time I told you I didn’t have any more but you were like ‘Noah, just do it,’” he whined trying to imitate her, “and since you were on the pill I figured this was just you trusting me or whatever.” She sighed.
“I was drunk. You can’t listen to me when I’m not fully coherent.”
“Well, what happened to your birth control? Did you stop taking it?”
“No, I had an ear infection so my antibiotics must have lessened its effectiveness.”
They laid there silently for a while. Each of them thinking about what this baby would mean for them individually and as a couple. Finally, he broke the silence.
“It’s okay, Rach,” he whispered in her ear.
“Is it?” She asked. Her voice sounded so tiny and far off. “Is it really going to be okay?”
“Yeah, if I can help it,” he nuzzled his face in her crook of her neck, “I’ll do anything for you and the baby, Rach. You know I will.”
It was different this time than it was with Quinn. He knew Rachel. She would never have an abortion (the chick doesn’t even eat eggs) and he knew after what went down with Shelby, she was probably not up for adoption either. He knew that she was going to keep the baby and he planned to be there every step of the way.
She turned around and faced him, looking up at him with her big brown eyes. They were a little swollen from crying and he could see her insecurity.
“You would even marry me?” She asked, dropping her eyes to his chest. His face went blank for a second. He totally wasn’t expecting that. The idea of being married to Rachel caused him a smile a little and he pulled her tightly to him.
“Yeah,” he said, “I could marry you.” She glanced back at him and a small grin worked its way over her face.
“Well, then, you will need to propose properly. I want to have a romantic story to tell our children and grandchildren, even if this is a shotgun wedding.” His heart stopped for a second as he imagined a real future with her. It was almost too good to be true.
…
They waited until after Puck proposed properly to tell their parents about the baby and the wedding. It only took him a week to get his Nana’s ring (after he swore her to secrecy) and think up a romantic, non-cliché proposal.
Rachel loved volunteering at the Lima Humane Society, playing with the abandoned animals whenever she had a free moment. She was always trying to get Puck to go with her but didn’t think anything of it when he finally did. Ever since they found out she was pregnant, they’ve just been spending a lot more time together than usual.
As they were moving from kennel to kennel, she could tell he seemed anxious but she pushed it aside and focused on making the little kitten in her arms happy. She saw him step in front of one in particular and watched as he pulled out another kitten.
“Hey Rach, come look at this one it’s cute,” he said turning to her. She put the kitten back in its kennel and walked to join him. She noticed the collar around its neck.
“That’s weird. It seems to have an owner. I wonder how they didn’t noticed,” she said already looking for someone who worked there, “I’ll notify someone.” Puck stopped her before she could walk away.
“Wait, just look at the tag first,” he said, holding the kitten out to her. She gave him a puzzled look and took the cat from him. When she looked at the star shaped tag on the collar, tears filled her eyes. Rachel, will you marry me? was imprinted on it. She nodded and wrapped her free arm around his neck and kissed him. When they parted he dropped down to one knee and pulled out his Nana’s ring.
“I love you, Rachel. I’m not marrying you just because we’re having a baby. I’m marrying you because I want to be with you forever and I hope you’ll let me.” He took the ring and slid it onto her finger. He liked the way it looked there. It was no longer his Nana’s ring; it was now his future wife’s ring.
They named their kitten Boots because he was gray with white fur all over his chest and on his paws so it looked like he had on little boots. Well, Rachel named him Boots while Puck whined that their cat needed a more badass name. She groaned inwardly at what it would be like trying to name their child.
They told his mother first and the look on her face showed that she was torn between being happy that he was marrying Rachel and being disappointed that he had impregnated another girl before graduating from high school. Ultimately, she was happy and supported them no matter what. His little sister, Sarah, was beyond thrilled about a wedding, a sister, a baby, and a cat.
Her dads on the other hand, supported keeping the baby but worried about their teenage daughter getting married. They said everything they could to convince Puck and Rachel how hard and tiring marriage was and how a baby only put more strains on one. But, when they saw the determination in her eyes, they knew there was no changing her mind. When Rachel Berry made a decision, she stuck with it. And she made the decision to become Rachel Puckerman before she started showing.
Rachel realized they had to tell the glee club next and she shivered slightly. She laughed a little at how telling the club was more intimidating than telling their parents had been. She had invited them all over and was setting out a pitcher of water and the vegetable trays when the doorbell rang.
Puck opened the door and Mike and Tina walked in holding hands in their cute little way, with Mercedes behind them. Finn, Santana, and Kurt appeared seconds later. Brittany and Artie walked in at the same time as Sam and Quinn and Rachel felt a little nervous and how Quinn would react. Sure, they weren’t friends, but she knew the blonde still suffered a little post traumatic stress from the whole situation.
“Okay, so what is this meeting in the middle of summer all about?” Kurt asked bluntly. Ever since he and Rachel forged a friendship she learned not to be offended by his brutal honesty. It was just who he was. She looked at Puck before turning back to the group and speaking.
“We wanted to let you guys know that you will be receiving wedding invitations soon-” she started but then Mercedes cut her off.
“Wedding invitations for whose wedding?” her eyes wide in disbelief. Rachel made an uncomfortable face and Puck stepped in.
“Ours.” He said simply, shrugging one of his shoulders. Everyone froze and just stared at the couple. No one knew quite what to say.
“But why?” Tina asked, looking at Puck. Quinn gave Rachel a knowing look and the brunette lightly nodded her head.
“We’re, uh, having a baby,” he said, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“You know you don’t have to get married just because you’re having a baby, right?” Mercedes ask, raising an eyebrow. Rachel nodded.
“That’s exactly what my dads said but we want to get married. We love each other and we want to be a family,” she said, beaming up and Puck.
“How did this happen again?” Quinn asked, squeezing Sam’s hand tightly. Santana decided to respond.
“Oh, you know the story, when a man and a woman love each other very much…but wait, the first time there wasn’t much love involved was there.” Puck shot her a glare.
“Satan, now is not the time to be a bitch.” She rolled her eyes and sat back on the couch.
After the shock wore off and everyone became more accustomed to the idea, they started talking about how everything would work out. Kurt was going to be the Man of Honor and Finn, of course, would be the Best Man. The girls and Kurt fawned over the vintage, oval diamond ring and Kurt insisted they start putting together a book if the wedding were going to take place before the end of the summer. On the way out, Kurt turned around and placed his hand on Rachel’s still flat stomach.
“I can’t wait to meet the little Pucklebaby,” he grinned. Everyone laughed and Puck grimaced.
“When will this combining of names end?” He asked, placing his arms around Rachel.
From that moment, the rest of the summer revolved around the Puckleberry wedding and the impending birth of Pucklebaby.
Part Two
Pairing: Puck/Rachel
Word Count: 3086
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Summary: Written for this prompt. for blackgem88
Rachel gripped Puck’s hand tightly as she stared out into the audience, waiting for the judge to announce the winner. Her chest heaved in anticipation. After her final break-up with Finn, she poured all of her energy into whipping the Glee club into shape.
She bossed Mr. Schue into using her perfectly crafted set list (which included a phenomenal solo for her), she worked tirelessly with Mike and Brittany to think up choreography that would give them a competitive edge, and she forced everyone into a healthy diet, beauty regimen, and workout routine three months in advance. It only got worse once school ended and summer started. The team’s only saving grace was Puck.
Somewhere in between the end of school and Nationals, Puck had wormed his way into Rachel’s heart and she allowed him to stay there. Although the competition was still at the forefront of her mind, it was now sharing that space with this new relationship. She eased up her iron grip on the team as he eased his way into her pants.
Now, as she stood awaiting the judgment, she replayed everything that happened that night. She opened with one of her favorite ballads, “A New Day Has Come” by the great Celine Dion (she felt anything by Barbra would be too obvious), thinking of her boyfriend the entire way through. Then, Finn and Puck shared the vocals of the Beatles’ “Can’t Buy Me Love.” The Beatles were sure to please any crowd. Finally, for the closing number, they pulled out a show tune from a musical Rachel had been preparing for her whole life, “All That Jazz” from Chicago. It broke her heart to give the song over to Mercedes and Santana. She was born to play Velma Kelly.
They went first, which could have been bad or good. They would either set the bar far too high for the other three teams to measure up to, or they would be overshadowed. Rachel breathed a sigh of relief when the choir representing the West Coast stumbled through their choreography. She yawned at the boring song selections and sub-par vocals of the New England choir. But when the Southern choir from North Carolina dominated the stage last, she worried her bottom lip between her teeth. They hadn’t come all this way to not win.
The judge finally opened his mouth, “It is my great pleasure to announce the prizes for the National Show Choir Competition. In third place,” he started to open the envelope but an aide quickly rushed to his side and stopped him, whispering something in his ear. Rachel blew out a frustrated breath and Puck gripped her hand tighter. “Well, folks, it seems that one of our teams has been disqualified. I’m sorry, but the Chapel Hill High Crescendos from North Carolina are no longer eligible.”
The Crescendos looked horrified and slowly walked off the stage with their heads bowed. Rachel silently said a prayer, thanking God, because there was no way they were not winning now.
“Alright, this means that each of the three teams left will place. Coming in third place, the Lincoln High Crooners from Vermont!” He announced excitedly, waiting for the assistant to hand off the trophy. He paused for a moment to let the tension build before continuing, “In second place we have Johnson High’s Rhythmic Rhapsody from California, which means McKinley High’s New Directions from Ohio are our 2011 National Champions!”
The stage lights began to blur as tears filled Rachel’s eyes and she felt herself being lifted into the air by Puck’s strong arms. She wrapped her own around his neck and buried her face into his shoulder. This moment was everything she dreamed it would be, but so much more because she was experiencing it with Puck. When she had envisioned this moment before, she was always standing there alone, clutching her trophy. Now, she was clutching her boyfriend and she could not have cared less about a cold, shiny trophy. As long as she had the title, of course.
The team soaked in the applause for a few more moments before stepping off stage and going back to the waiting room. She never let go of Puck’s hand the whole way there and sat on his lap while everyone buzzed around them.
“Finally! All of our hard work paid off!” Finn shouted, pulling Santana to him and kissing her hard. Rachel didn’t even flinch; she had become accustomed to their generous public displays of affection. Mr. Schue spoke next.
“Guys, you all did phenomenally, but I think we all owe Rachel a round of applause for her dedication and ideas.” A genuine look of shock covered her face. She hadn’t expected, or ever dared to dream, she would receive recognition from her peers but they all applauded heartily and gave her sincere smiles. She said a quiet thank you and flashed her gorgeous, wide smile.
“We should celebrate! I mean we’re in New York City,” Tina said, “when is this ever going to happen to us again?” The room broke into a chorus of agreements and after Mr. Schue left to go find Ms. Holliday, it was decided that everyone would meet in the hotel lobby at ten that evening and take the city by storm.
…
Rachel turned the fake I.D. over in her hands a couple of times, trying to determine whether or not it was convincing. Puck had made everyone a fake i.d. in anticipation of them either wanting to celebrate or drown their miseries. Fortunately, they were celebrating tonight.
They were all waiting in line at some random club Santana found, trying to play it cool, pretending like they were supposed to be there. When the line started moving, Puck gently pushed her forward with the hand that was on the small of her back.
“Baby, relax, these I.D.’s are totally legit,” Puck said, moving his hand to grip her side.
As he (annoyingly) tends to be, he was right. The bouncer barely glanced at it and put an “X” her hand, signifying that she was old enough to drink. Which she certainly wasn’t.
While Puck and Rachel made their way to the bar, everyone else made their way to the dance floor, except for Team Blonde who found a little corner to be exclusive in, as usual. Puck ordered himself a jack and coke and Rachel simply asked for water.
“Come on, Rach, I’m dying to know what you look like drunk,” Puck said, giving her the smile he reserved just for her. As soon as the words left his mouth, Santana and Brittany walked up behind them.
“So am I. Have a tequila shot with me and Britt.”
“No, someone has to be the responsible one tonight,” she said shaking her head furiously, “besides alcohol numbs your vocal chords.”
“Aw, lighten up. You don’t have to use your vocal chords anyway, we won, so celebrate,” Santana turned towards the bartender, “three tequila shots!”
The bartender handed them a saltshaker and a lime each. He set up three glasses and filled them each to the rim with a clear liquid. Rachel glanced nervously at Puck and saw the look of amazement in his eyes. Was she really that predictable?
Santana told her to lick the salt, down the shot, and suck the lime, then swallow. When she yelled “now,” Rachel hesitated slightly before sucking in a breath and following Santana and Brittany. She grimaced slightly at the taste but loved the feeling of the tequila moving through her body.
Three shots later, Rachel was all over Puck, running her fingers through his hair and pushing his shirt up. By the time he got her back to her hotel room, he was painfully hard but she insisted on performing a striptease before they got down and dirty. He made a mental note to give her tequila more often because it brought out a side of Rachel Berry he needed to see more often.
…
Two weeks later on a sweltering July day, Rachel was eating one of her daddy’s special vegan fudgesicles, which normally she hated but she was really craving it, when she remembered it was time to take her birth control.
She wandered upstairs to her room and grabbed the little pouch from her purse. When she opened it she realized her period was set to come in three days, which was weird because normally she had crazy PMS. Her body was like clockwork. A feeling of uneasiness settled in her stomach but she just tried to push it away and just wait for her period to come.
It didn’t come.
“Rach, why the fuck are you crying?” Puck yelled into the phone, “What’s wrong?”
She called him and hadn’t said a word. She just cried hysterically for five minutes while he coaxed her into saying something. Anything. She finally sucked in the tears and blurted it out, “I’mpregnant!” He was silent for a moment.
“I’m on my way.”
When Puck arrived at the Berry residence the door was unlocked so he let himself in and found Rachel lying in the fetal position on her bed. He slipped off his shoes and pressed himself against her back. He placed his hand over the hand she had flat on her stomach.
“When’d you find out?” He asked in her ear.
“Today. I didn’t get my period so I bought a home pregnancy test,” she said, relaxing into his hold, “well, actually three and they all confirmed it.”
“Oh.”
“Noah? That night after we won nationals, did we use a condom?”
“The first two times, yes. When you wanted to go a third time I told you I didn’t have any more but you were like ‘Noah, just do it,’” he whined trying to imitate her, “and since you were on the pill I figured this was just you trusting me or whatever.” She sighed.
“I was drunk. You can’t listen to me when I’m not fully coherent.”
“Well, what happened to your birth control? Did you stop taking it?”
“No, I had an ear infection so my antibiotics must have lessened its effectiveness.”
They laid there silently for a while. Each of them thinking about what this baby would mean for them individually and as a couple. Finally, he broke the silence.
“It’s okay, Rach,” he whispered in her ear.
“Is it?” She asked. Her voice sounded so tiny and far off. “Is it really going to be okay?”
“Yeah, if I can help it,” he nuzzled his face in her crook of her neck, “I’ll do anything for you and the baby, Rach. You know I will.”
It was different this time than it was with Quinn. He knew Rachel. She would never have an abortion (the chick doesn’t even eat eggs) and he knew after what went down with Shelby, she was probably not up for adoption either. He knew that she was going to keep the baby and he planned to be there every step of the way.
She turned around and faced him, looking up at him with her big brown eyes. They were a little swollen from crying and he could see her insecurity.
“You would even marry me?” She asked, dropping her eyes to his chest. His face went blank for a second. He totally wasn’t expecting that. The idea of being married to Rachel caused him a smile a little and he pulled her tightly to him.
“Yeah,” he said, “I could marry you.” She glanced back at him and a small grin worked its way over her face.
“Well, then, you will need to propose properly. I want to have a romantic story to tell our children and grandchildren, even if this is a shotgun wedding.” His heart stopped for a second as he imagined a real future with her. It was almost too good to be true.
…
They waited until after Puck proposed properly to tell their parents about the baby and the wedding. It only took him a week to get his Nana’s ring (after he swore her to secrecy) and think up a romantic, non-cliché proposal.
Rachel loved volunteering at the Lima Humane Society, playing with the abandoned animals whenever she had a free moment. She was always trying to get Puck to go with her but didn’t think anything of it when he finally did. Ever since they found out she was pregnant, they’ve just been spending a lot more time together than usual.
As they were moving from kennel to kennel, she could tell he seemed anxious but she pushed it aside and focused on making the little kitten in her arms happy. She saw him step in front of one in particular and watched as he pulled out another kitten.
“Hey Rach, come look at this one it’s cute,” he said turning to her. She put the kitten back in its kennel and walked to join him. She noticed the collar around its neck.
“That’s weird. It seems to have an owner. I wonder how they didn’t noticed,” she said already looking for someone who worked there, “I’ll notify someone.” Puck stopped her before she could walk away.
“Wait, just look at the tag first,” he said, holding the kitten out to her. She gave him a puzzled look and took the cat from him. When she looked at the star shaped tag on the collar, tears filled her eyes. Rachel, will you marry me? was imprinted on it. She nodded and wrapped her free arm around his neck and kissed him. When they parted he dropped down to one knee and pulled out his Nana’s ring.
“I love you, Rachel. I’m not marrying you just because we’re having a baby. I’m marrying you because I want to be with you forever and I hope you’ll let me.” He took the ring and slid it onto her finger. He liked the way it looked there. It was no longer his Nana’s ring; it was now his future wife’s ring.
They named their kitten Boots because he was gray with white fur all over his chest and on his paws so it looked like he had on little boots. Well, Rachel named him Boots while Puck whined that their cat needed a more badass name. She groaned inwardly at what it would be like trying to name their child.
They told his mother first and the look on her face showed that she was torn between being happy that he was marrying Rachel and being disappointed that he had impregnated another girl before graduating from high school. Ultimately, she was happy and supported them no matter what. His little sister, Sarah, was beyond thrilled about a wedding, a sister, a baby, and a cat.
Her dads on the other hand, supported keeping the baby but worried about their teenage daughter getting married. They said everything they could to convince Puck and Rachel how hard and tiring marriage was and how a baby only put more strains on one. But, when they saw the determination in her eyes, they knew there was no changing her mind. When Rachel Berry made a decision, she stuck with it. And she made the decision to become Rachel Puckerman before she started showing.
Rachel realized they had to tell the glee club next and she shivered slightly. She laughed a little at how telling the club was more intimidating than telling their parents had been. She had invited them all over and was setting out a pitcher of water and the vegetable trays when the doorbell rang.
Puck opened the door and Mike and Tina walked in holding hands in their cute little way, with Mercedes behind them. Finn, Santana, and Kurt appeared seconds later. Brittany and Artie walked in at the same time as Sam and Quinn and Rachel felt a little nervous and how Quinn would react. Sure, they weren’t friends, but she knew the blonde still suffered a little post traumatic stress from the whole situation.
“Okay, so what is this meeting in the middle of summer all about?” Kurt asked bluntly. Ever since he and Rachel forged a friendship she learned not to be offended by his brutal honesty. It was just who he was. She looked at Puck before turning back to the group and speaking.
“We wanted to let you guys know that you will be receiving wedding invitations soon-” she started but then Mercedes cut her off.
“Wedding invitations for whose wedding?” her eyes wide in disbelief. Rachel made an uncomfortable face and Puck stepped in.
“Ours.” He said simply, shrugging one of his shoulders. Everyone froze and just stared at the couple. No one knew quite what to say.
“But why?” Tina asked, looking at Puck. Quinn gave Rachel a knowing look and the brunette lightly nodded her head.
“We’re, uh, having a baby,” he said, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“You know you don’t have to get married just because you’re having a baby, right?” Mercedes ask, raising an eyebrow. Rachel nodded.
“That’s exactly what my dads said but we want to get married. We love each other and we want to be a family,” she said, beaming up and Puck.
“How did this happen again?” Quinn asked, squeezing Sam’s hand tightly. Santana decided to respond.
“Oh, you know the story, when a man and a woman love each other very much…but wait, the first time there wasn’t much love involved was there.” Puck shot her a glare.
“Satan, now is not the time to be a bitch.” She rolled her eyes and sat back on the couch.
After the shock wore off and everyone became more accustomed to the idea, they started talking about how everything would work out. Kurt was going to be the Man of Honor and Finn, of course, would be the Best Man. The girls and Kurt fawned over the vintage, oval diamond ring and Kurt insisted they start putting together a book if the wedding were going to take place before the end of the summer. On the way out, Kurt turned around and placed his hand on Rachel’s still flat stomach.
“I can’t wait to meet the little Pucklebaby,” he grinned. Everyone laughed and Puck grimaced.
“When will this combining of names end?” He asked, placing his arms around Rachel.
From that moment, the rest of the summer revolved around the Puckleberry wedding and the impending birth of Pucklebaby.
Part Two