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Puck stumbled backwards with a grunt, his fists clenched. He couldn’t give in. Yeah, he’d shoved the dude, and now he could tell David was looking for a fight, but Puck had to be above that. This was so much bigger than that. “Don’t, bro.” He glanced at Karofsky and held his hand up, shaking his head. He couldn’t. That wasn’t the fucking point of all of this anymore. So what if Rachel was like, friends or whatever with Karofsky. He could tell they weren’t like, fucking or anything, because Puck wasn’t stupid, and he knew Rachel wouldn’t do that to him. So yeah, he had girlfriends, like Santana and Brittany and stuff, and Rachel didn’t bug out about that. Puck wasn’t about to bug out about Karofsky. 

What was seriously getting to him was the fact that there was something Rachel was keeping from him. He was the boyfriend. He was the safe-haven, or whatever. The one Rachel could tell everything and anything. She should fucking know that. She should’ve known that he would listen to anything, no matter what, even if he didn’t agree or didn’t care. He’d still be there to listen. Because that was the point when you loved someone. That was the point when you were someone’s best friend. “Yes, you could, Rachel! You can— you can.” He took a step into her. He noticed she was trying to get away, but he really couldn’t let that happen. He figured that had some like, deep, symbolic meaning or something, but he was too upset to think about it. Ignoring David, he made his way to Rachel and cupped her face, kissing her, putting everything in it, giving her something that was different than any other kiss they’d ever shared. “Rachel, I don’t. I don’t care if you’re his friend,” Puck murmured, pressing his forehead tight against hers, “You just— you gotta trust me, baby. Please. I fucking—” he breathed out, opening his eyes to look down at her. “I love you, ‘Chel.” 

Dave didn’t hear what Puck said. All he could see was Rachel, his friend, his best friend, looking like she was about to cry as Puckerman towered over her, pressing their foreheads together. It looked like she didn’t want to be there. He couldn’t hear what Puck was whispering to her, but it was too close to things he’d seen a hundred times before. His father, pushing his mother against the wall, whispering murder in her ear.

He had accepted a long time ago that there was something evil inside of him. It was some force that made him angrier, tougher, more violent than he wanted to be. He knew he’d inherited it from him father, and as much as he wanted to eradicate any similarities between them, this was a situation where it came in handy. He could turn off the fear and anxiety and just let the rage take over. No thinking, no second guessing, just action, plain and simple.

So he surged forward, pulling Puck back roughly by the shoulders. As the other boy stumbled, and Rachel let out a choked sob, he swung, his fist connecting with Puck’s jaw. “Don’t fucking touch her.” he growled, “Leave her alone.” He could hear Rachel crying, but it didn’t register. He had no way of knowing he’d completely misunderstood, and thought she was still crying from whatever Puckerman had said to her. It didn’t matter if he sounded like a broken record. He was not the Dave that baked pies and watched kids’ movies. No, he was Karofsky, the guy who had made a name for himself beating people up. And as much as he hated himself for it, right now, he couldn’t bring himself to care.

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So. Puck was a little mad at himself for the way he’d left things at with Rachel. Like. It hadn’t been a fight, or whatever, but he wasn’t exactly…

She could hear the hurt in Noah’s voice, in the way that he spoke to her, and it caused her nails to dig into her knees. “I couldn’t,” she mumbled, more to herself than to Noah, or even Dave. “I couldn’t tell you.” What was she supposed to have said? I’m terribly jealous that your daughter gets the mother that was meant to be mine? That would’ve destroyed their relationship, which was why she’d talked to David. If she’d had told Brittany, or Mercedes, Kurt. It would’ve gotten back to Noah somehow. And she couldn’t allow that.

Her head jolted upright when she saw David shift, making his way between herself and the boy in the doorway. She watched how his spine stiffened, and Rachel was on her feet, stepping behind Dave. She placed a small hand on his back, murmuring “Da—David. It’ll be alright.” She was afraid to speak to Noah now. Afraid of what she would say, how she would explain herself. She didn’t want to explain herself, which was the issue. 

She gave a tight swallow before glancing up at her boyfriend, her eyes never meeting his straight on. “I— there are just things I can’t share with you. But with David I— I can.” There was so much more she wanted to say. That she was sorry, that she didn’t want to hurt him, or Dave, or anyone. But somehow, she’d managed to do everything she’d tried so hard to avoid. 

Karofsky really needed to quit while he was ahead. What the fuck did he know about Puck’s relationship with Rachel? Nothing, basically. Puck could hear himself growl as the dude wedged himself between he and Rachel. He clenched his fists, trying his best to keep his hands at his sides. He didn’t want to punch the kid. No. Actually, he did. But he knew he couldn’t. He just. Fuck. “Fucking— Get the fuck out of my way, Karofsky.” His hand flinched, wanting to push David away from him, but he stopped himself. 

Rachel had said something. Said she couldn’t. Couldn’t tell him what? What the fuck was that about? Puck shifted to the side to look at Rachel over Dave’s should, his breath caught in his throat. “You can tell me anything, ‘Chel.” His tone was soft, gently, a quality he was fairly sure only Rachel knew existed, but right now, it didn’t really matter that Dave was wedged between them. This wasn’t about Karofsky anymore. And then it was. Rachel was looking up at him, her face sad, but her eyes never actually met his. Fuck this. He pushed David out of the way, not caring if the dude stumbled, to put one hand on Rachel’s cheek, the other resting on her hip. “That’s bull— that’s bullshit, ‘Chel.” His voice was weak, gruff and broken, like he could barely find it in him to speak. “Anything. You can— You’ve always told me anything. Everything. You always tell me. You can always tell me. Please.” His fingers curled into her hip, jaw clenching as he felt his heart do the same. “Rachel, I fucking.” He couldn’t say it in front of Karofsky, that he loved her. That’s not how it was supposed to happen. “Please.”

Puckerman pushed him. He fucking pushed him. Dave stumbled back a step, and something changed. The parts of him he’d spent months trying to forget and bury came roaring back to the surface like he’d never changed. Like Brittany had never talked to him that warm summer night, like he and Rachel hadn’t talked about his problems a hundred times…It meant nothing, because Puck pushed him and he did not like to be pushed. Dave was tired of being pushed.

His hands curled into fists, watching the other boy talk to Rachel. He just wasn’t in the mood for this. He hadn’t done anything wrong, and Puck’s insecurity and lack of faith irritated him. Something had shifted inside of him, and even with Rachel watching, it was so easy to slip back into that persona he’d built for himself last year. With a growl, he stepped forward and shoved Puck right back. “Don’t touch me, Puckerman.” he snapped. “Just don’t.”

He knew what he was starting, what he was getting into. But regardless of Puck’s fighting skills, he was bigger, and if he had to fight him, he would.

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So. Puck was a little mad at himself for the way he’d left things at with Rachel. Like. It hadn’t been a fight, or whatever, but he wasn’t exactly the most comforting boyfriend. He’d tried really fucking hard, but. Nothing worked. And he got…

He had to ignore Karofsky. That ‘it’s not what it looks like’ shit really pissed him off, and if the dude wanted to keep his face in tact, Puck had to just ignore him. It’s not like he believed Rachel was cheating on him, anyway. It was more like. He wanted to make sure Dave wasn’t raping her or something. Puck believed Rachel as she spoke, but that didn’t make things okay. Far from okay, actually. His girlfriend had gone to. To fucking Dave Karofsky in her time of need, or whatever, instead of her own boyfriend. What was that? What did that mean? Maybe he did have to worry about her cheating. He never thought he would. He thought. Puck thought he was it for Rachel. That they. They were it for each other. That Rachel would have to start looking over Huppa plans with his mother soon, or something. And. Fuck, it was scary to think about, but Puck was accepting it. He was. Shit, he was fucking happy about it. Happy that he was falling in love with her. But now?

“You— So you talk to Karofsky? Rachel, I.” Love you. “I’m you’re boyfriend, Rach. You— You can talk to me. You know I won’t— I’ll always listen to you.” 

There was something dangerous boiling up in Dave. Old habits die hard, and he was used to resorting to anger. Deep down, under the anger, he was scared. Scared that Puckerman was going to somehow find out his secret, and tell as some sort of revenge for being friends with his girlfriend. So in classic Dave behavior, he lashed out, trying to hurt before he could be hurt.

“Look, Puckerman, don’t try to make her feel guilty about it.” He snapped. “It’s not like I’m trying to steal your girl, and it’s not like she doesn’t care about you because she didn’t talk to you about it.”

In reality, it meant she cared about him more, and if Puck was too stupid to see that, Dave thought, maybe he deserved a good punch in the gut. Rachel hadn’t wanted her boyfriend to know she was jealous of Beth. And now it looked like she was going to have to tell him anyway. For just one second, he thought of his father, and how his mother had to tell him everything, and he gritted his teeth. No, Puck wasn’t that bad. Yet. He was making assumptions, of course. It wasn’t like the two of them were buddies. But he was free to form opinions, especially because he cared so much about Rachel. But he didn’t like what he was seeing here, even though the rational side of him was saying he was being ridiculous, that he was just projecting.

That was the problem with kids like Dave. They only knew their own problems, and they projected them on to everyone else. So without really thinking about the consequences, he stepped between Puck in the doorway and Rachel on the bed protectively. He’d watched scenes similar to this play out a hundred times, and he wasn’t going to just sit and watch again.

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He knew he probably shouldn’t have offered. Dave wasn’t sure if people were paying attention to his budding friendship with Rachel, but he knew that if they were, Puckerman was going…

So. Puck was a little mad at himself for the way he’d left things at with Rachel. Like. It hadn’t been a fight, or whatever, but he wasn’t exactly the most comforting boyfriend. He’d tried really fucking hard, but. Nothing worked. And he got that. This thing with Shelby and Beth was fucked up. He’d probably have been better at comforting Rachel if Beth wasn’t his kid, which. He knew he wasn’t supposed to feel guilty about, but he couldn’t help it. He loved Beth. But he also. Well. Rachel was his girlfriend and this was like, the first solid relationship he’d had like, ever. And he wasn’t about to fuck it up. Rachel was all he could ever have fucking asked for. So. Yeah, he felt like shit. 

Her dads weren’t home, but the front door was unlocked, so he figured it was cool to go in. He would’ve gotten in anyway, but it was nice not having to use his lock picking skills. He didn’t knock, like, ever. But when he did, it was really only to announce that, yeah, hey, I’m walking into your room now. “Rachel, baby?” And. Yeah. That’s. Okay. 

David fucking Karofsky was the last person he’d ever expected to see Rachel touching, let alone while in her bed. Puck froze. He didn’t really fucking have any idea what was going on, and there were a lot of emotions boiling up inside of him. It wasn’t really a surprise that anger was the first to surface. “Karofsky? What the fuck are you doing here? You— Rachel?” He was seething, but he was also aware of how completely pathetic he sounded. “Rachel. Rachel, fucking— Get out of her bed, asshole!” He wanted to punch David. To turn him fucking purple and blue, but he stayed planted in his spot. He didn’t want to upset Rachel more than he needed to. Beating up this kid would probably not be the best way to go around that. 

Dave wasn’t entirely comfortable with the way Rachel was holding on to him. He was self-conscious, and as much as he wanted to really hug her back, he felt like he was treading on really thin ice here. His worst fears were realized when the door of Rachel’s bedroom opened, and in slipped Puckerman. Even though he knew he had done nothing wrong, and even though he knew he never would do anything like that with Rachel, Dave still went cold. This was a really, really bad situation to be caught in.

He stood up, hands in the air in an “I surrender” gesture. This was his chance to prove himself. To react calmly and rationally, instead of letting his fists do the talking. He exhaled heavily, gritting his teeth. He wanted to look  to Rachel for guidance, but he didn’t feel like that was a good idea right now. So he said, “Look, Puckerman, it’s not what you think. Trust me.”

The slight attitude in his voice was not intended. He and Puck had never really been friends— especially after the whole fiasco with Kurt last year. God, remembering that made Dave realize how truly awful this situation looked. So he said, “I’m not after your girl, Puck. We’re friends, and she was bummed out.”

There was no way it could end well. He knew that. He was just trying to stay cool and collected. Rachel didn’t need to see them beat the shit out of each other. She deserved better than that.

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He knew he probably shouldn’t have offered. Dave wasn’t sure if people were paying attention to his budding friendship with Rachel, but he knew  that if they were, Puckerman was going to be pissed. But what was he supposed to do? She was obviously upset. And he had a soft spot for her— not to mention a deep need to make up for all the pain he’d caused her. So even though it was ten o’clock at night, and even though his friends were texting him, begging him to come to some party, he turned his phone off and went to Rachel’s house.

Even though he’d met her dads on the day they’d baked together, he was relieved to see they weren’t there. For one, they’d met because he’d almost burned down their house with a well intentioned pie, and two, they made him uncomfortable. Not because they were gay… Just… he envied them. So much. Watching them brush hands, seeing that secret peck on the lips before he headed upstairs to hide in embarrassment with Rachel, it made him hate himself even more. For years, he’d told himself  that Lima would destroy him inside and out if he came out. Yet here was this couple, surviving despite the environment, brave enough to have a child even. And he was still making excuses for himself.

By now, he knew the drill. He let himself in the front door, slid off his shoes, and hung his letterman jacket on a hook. He noticed that the wall space above the hook he always used had been decorated with curly letters spelling out “David”, surrounded by gold stars. He couldn’t help but smile. Steeling himself for the train wreck he was imagining upstairs, he headed up, tentatively knocking on the door.

She couldn’t talk to Noah about this, not as in depth as she could with David, which would’ve been strange a month ago. But now, it made sense in Rachel’s mind. She didn’t dare call Noah and explain how Shelby had cancelled their coffee date, nor could she tell him that she was jealous of his daughter. It was stupid, and selfish to be envious of a little girl she had never even met. She was a child, and Rachel couldn’t hold anything against a baby. Noah’s baby. It wasn’t an idea anymore, a past circumstance. It— Beth— was real, and very much a part of his life, just as Shelby was a part of Rachel’s. Or was attempting to be. “She doesn’t seem to care much now.” Rachel pushed away from her computer, crossing her arms as she sat at the foot of her bed, crossing her legs under her. This wasn’t fair. None of it. She had gotten used to not having a mother again. It had taken a year and a few therapist appointments, but she’d done it. And now, all that work, all her goals, they’d gone topsy turvey, and she couldn’t even talk to her best friend— her boyfriend about it.

But she had David, who was the next best thing, really. Without judgement, and almost as good at giving hugs as Noah. She tilted her chin up, putting on a weak smile as she called to him. “Come in, David. Just me.” She didn’t stand up as she usually would’ve done. Instead, Rachel scooted back onto her mattress, burrowing herself into the mass of pillows. She drew her knees up to her chin, sucking in a difficult breath. “Can I… would it be too much if I asked for a hug?”

She looked so small, on  the bed with all those pillows. He froze in the doorway, unsure. The last time he got into bed with a girl, it had been disastrous. Especially now that Rachel and Puck were the real deal… but one look at her face, and he couldn’t say no. He crossed the room in three strides, sat down, and pulled her into his arms. She was trying hard not to cry, and it hit too close to home. He knew that feeling too well.

“It’s okay.” he said quietly. He wasn’t really sure what else there was to say. He wasn’t the best conversationalist or comforter, so he tightened his grip a little. They sat there in silence for a bit, and he tried to push his own personal problems aside. Every time they talked, it came back around to him. For once, he wanted her to be selfish, worry about herself instead of him. “Do you wanna talk about it?” he asked. “I’m not sure…how good I am at giving advice, but I can listen.”

In the past, Rachel had associated David with a grizzly bear. Ferocious, cruel, ripping apart people. Now, she still associated him with the animal, but for a completely different reason. His hugs enveloped her completely, like a crossbreed between Finn and Noah, without any of the sexual connotation attached. She leaned against him, burying her face into his chest as she bit back tears, fisting the fabric of his shirt in her hands. “Thank you for coming. It’s just…” She sucked in a difficult breath, stuttering as she spoke. “I can’t talk to him about this. How do I tell him that I’m jealous of his daughter? A baby who isn’t even two yet.” 

She got comfortable against him, closing her eyes tightly, sucking in another breath, trying to calm herself. So maybe she would look like a mess in her Care Bears t-shirt and flannel bottoms. But it was David, whom she’d come to consider her best friend in some ways. He wasn’t in Glee, so he could talk to her about other things, and when she got wrapped up in her latest feud with Santana or Quinn, he’d calm her down. ‘It’s show choir, Rach.’ He could be so casual about some things, like now. He wasn’t analytical or critical of her behavior. He was just a friend to talk to. “I don’t— I don’t know how I’m supposed to handle her. This. Noah. Everything.” 

It was easy to diffuse Rachel when she was upset about something silly. But this…this was way out of Dave’s ballpark. So he just held on, hoping for the best. After another long silence, he said, “You don’t have to, you know. You don’t have to act like everything’s okay. Tell her she needs to…I don’t know, not cancel on you. Since it makes you feel like shit. I mean…Beth’s important. But so are you. She blew you off for sixteen years. Enough is enough.”

He lapsed into silence again, his jaw clenched. He was tired of parents being shitty. It was exhausting to hear about. And maybe Rachel’s mom had done the right thing, but now she wasn’t, and it pissed him off. “I hope I’m not saying something I shouldn’t. I’m not trying to say she’s a bad person. I mean…who am I to talk? But it’s not okay for anyone to make you feel bad.”

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He knew he probably shouldn’t have offered. Dave wasn’t sure if people were paying attention to his budding friendship with Rachel, but he knew  that if they were, Puckerman was going to be pissed. But what was he supposed to do? She was obviously upset. And he had a soft spot for her— not to mention a deep need to make up for all the pain he’d caused her. So even though it was ten o’clock at night, and even though his friends were texting him, begging him to come to some party, he turned his phone off and went to Rachel’s house.

Even though he’d met her dads on the day they’d baked together, he was relieved to see they weren’t there. For one, they’d met because he’d almost burned down their house with a well intentioned pie, and two, they made him uncomfortable. Not because they were gay… Just… he envied them. So much. Watching them brush hands, seeing that secret peck on the lips before he headed upstairs to hide in embarrassment with Rachel, it made him hate himself even more. For years, he’d told himself  that Lima would destroy him inside and out if he came out. Yet here was this couple, surviving despite the environment, brave enough to have a child even. And he was still making excuses for himself.

By now, he knew the drill. He let himself in the front door, slid off his shoes, and hung his letterman jacket on a hook. He noticed that the wall space above the hook he always used had been decorated with curly letters spelling out “David”, surrounded by gold stars. He couldn’t help but smile. Steeling himself for the train wreck he was imagining upstairs, he headed up, tentatively knocking on the door.

She couldn’t talk to Noah about this, not as in depth as she could with David, which would’ve been strange a month ago. But now, it made sense in Rachel’s mind. She didn’t dare call Noah and explain how Shelby had cancelled their coffee date, nor could she tell him that she was jealous of his daughter. It was stupid, and selfish to be envious of a little girl she had never even met. She was a child, and Rachel couldn’t hold anything against a baby. Noah’s baby. It wasn’t an idea anymore, a past circumstance. It— Beth— was real, and very much a part of his life, just as Shelby was a part of Rachel’s. Or was attempting to be. “She doesn’t seem to care much now.” Rachel pushed away from her computer, crossing her arms as she sat at the foot of her bed, crossing her legs under her. This wasn’t fair. None of it. She had gotten used to not having a mother again. It had taken a year and a few therapist appointments, but she’d done it. And now, all that work, all her goals, they’d gone topsy turvey, and she couldn’t even talk to her best friend— her boyfriend about it.

But she had David, who was the next best thing, really. Without judgement, and almost as good at giving hugs as Noah. She tilted her chin up, putting on a weak smile as she called to him. “Come in, David. Just me.” She didn’t stand up as she usually would’ve done. Instead, Rachel scooted back onto her mattress, burrowing herself into the mass of pillows. She drew her knees up to her chin, sucking in a difficult breath. “Can I… would it be too much if I asked for a hug?”

She looked so small, on  the bed with all those pillows. He froze in the doorway, unsure. The last time he got into bed with a girl, it had been disastrous. Especially now that Rachel and Puck were the real deal… but one look at her face, and he couldn’t say no. He crossed the room in three strides, sat down, and pulled her into his arms. She was trying hard not to cry, and it hit too close to home. He knew that feeling too well.

“It’s okay.” he said quietly. He wasn’t really sure what else there was to say. He wasn’t the best conversationalist or comforter, so he tightened his grip a little. They sat there in silence for a bit, and he tried to push his own personal problems aside. Every time they talked, it came back around to him. For once, he wanted her to be selfish, worry about herself instead of him. “Do you wanna talk about it?” he asked. “I’m not sure…how good I am at giving advice, but I can listen.”

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He knew he probably shouldn’t have offered. Dave wasn’t sure if people were paying attention to his budding friendship with Rachel, but he knew  that if they were, Puckerman was going to be pissed. But what was he supposed to do? She was obviously upset. And he had a soft spot for her— not to mention a deep need to make up for all the pain he’d caused her. So even though it was ten o’clock at night, and even though his friends were texting him, begging him to come to some party, he turned his phone off and went to Rachel’s house.

Even though he’d met her dads on the day they’d baked together, he was relieved to see they weren’t there. For one, they’d met because he’d almost burned down their house with a well intentioned pie, and two, they made him uncomfortable. Not because they were gay… Just… he envied them. So much. Watching them brush hands, seeing that secret peck on the lips before he headed upstairs to hide in embarrassment with Rachel, it made him hate himself even more. For years, he’d told himself  that Lima would destroy him inside and out if he came out. Yet here was this couple, surviving despite the environment, brave enough to have a child even. And he was still making excuses for himself.

By now, he knew the drill. He let himself in the front door, slid off his shoes, and hung his letterman jacket on a hook. He noticed that the wall space above the hook he always used had been decorated with curly letters spelling out “David”, surrounded by gold stars. He couldn’t help but smile. Steeling himself for the train wreck he was imagining upstairs, he headed up, tentatively knocking on the door.

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