Grandpa?
Rating: PG
Pairing: Puckleberry
Word Count: 1,539
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Summary: Written for this prompt at the puckrachel
Puck loves his four daughters. They are each a different combination of his and Rachel’s genetics. And, they are all amazingly gorgeous. Duh. He loves fatherhood, always has, but the one downside is that no matter how much you think you know you’re children, they will always surprise you; and they won’t always be surprises you like.
Their eldest, Abby, is a carbon copy of the mature adult Rachel became in appearance and personality. Sometimes, Puck thinks Rachel inseminated herself. Abby is sensible, incredibly intelligent, and the best at everything she does. She’s dependable, loyal, and consistent. She married her high school sweetheart after they graduated from college, which Puck was not happy about, but over time, he’s gotten used to it. He just wants his daughters to have life experience before making big decisions.
Then, there’s Jordan. She’s the daddy’s girl of the family. She’s super competitive and is at UCLA on a Tennis scholarship, not that her grades weren’t good enough, because they totally were. She’s got Rachel’s ambition and his sarcasm. Sometimes, the other girls feel left out when he and Jordan go back and forth, trying to outwit the other, their hazel eyes gleaming. The first time she won, he bought her a puppy. She was only eight and it brought tears to his eyes.
Hannah is still in high school and she is every bit as dramatic as Rachel was. She dominates her school’s theatre program and glee club. The fact that her mother is a Broadway star and her dad’s a Grammy award winning artist doesn’t help her popularity, considering she uses it to affirm why she deserves every lead and solo. She always says she was born from greatness, therefore she is born for greatness. Luckily, no one at her school knows what a slushy facial is, or else Puck would be knocking heads.
Last, and certainly not least, they have Lydia. There aren’t even words to describe the types of headaches their youngest can bring on. She’s every bit rebellious as Puck was, but at least he had, like, reasons for his behavior. She’s just a bored, rich kid who uses her creativity for evil instead of good. Ever since she entered high school, she’s been running around with the wrong crowd, which causes Rachel to worry every time she leaves the house, but Puck knows Lydia better than she thinks. Because he was her. She’s sexually promiscuous and socially irresponsible. He knows that she just needs to make her mistakes and learn from them.
He’s sitting in his office, strumming his guitar, trying to find a melody for a song he just wrote, when his assistant walks in and hands him his Blackberry before turning and walking out. He looks at the name and smiles, “Hey, Abby, what’s up?”
“Hi, Dad, I was calling because Tom and I have some good news and we would like to invite everyone over for dinner tonight. Jordan’s even skyping in from California,” she says in a sing-song voice. He chuckles lightly.
“Well, I suppose we can try to swing by,” he teases, “it’s not everyday our eldest invites us for dinner.”
“Ok, great. I already made mom promise to leave her rehearsal, even if they’re not finished. All you have to do is tell Hannah and convince Lydia that spending time with her family will not kill her for one night.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve got those two under control,” he says placing his guitar back on its stand and closing his journal.
“Alright, see you at seven, Dad. I love you.” His heart squeezes a little bit.
“I love you, too, Abbasaurus rex.” She laughs at his use of her childhood nickname that only he calls her and hangs up.
…
That night, as he’s watching Rachel put the finishing touches on her makeup, he’s trying not to be too freaked out about what Abby’s news is. He pushes aside his thoughts and decides to focus on how hot his wife looks. At 52, she’s still as hot and fit as she’s always been. He admires the way her red dress hugs her curves. He loves his kids a little more for filling out Rachel’s body.
“Baby, that dress looks awesome on you,” he starts, smirking.
“But it’s going to look so much better off, right,” she finishes with a smirk, matching his.
“How long have we been married, now?” She gives him a soft genuine smile. She loves how well they know each other.
“Thirty years, and I look forward to hearing you say lewd things for thirty more.” She saunters over to him, sits on his lap, and presses a gentle kiss to his lips. “Now, lets go before we’re late.”
She quickly rises and walks out of the room, her heels clacking on the hardwood floor. He spots her clutch on the vanity and rolls his eyes before grabbing it. He looks forward to thirty more years of picking up the things she forgets whenever she’s in a rush.
…
Rachel grabs Puck’s hand over the console and he can tell she’s nervous. He glances at her from the corner of his eye.
“Noah, you don’t think they’re moving, do you? I can’t take another child moving, it’s already hard enough on me that Jordan’s on the other side of the country,” she worries her bottom lip between her teeth.
“I hope not babe, but Abby’s twenty-four. She’s kind of an adult, which means she and her husband make their own decisions, independent of you.” Her worried expression turns into a glare.
“She’s probably pregnant. Her jugs looked bigger last time I saw her,” Lydia pipes in from the backseat. Puck’s heart stops the same time he presses his foot on the break.
“Must you be so crass, Lydia?” Rachel asks sarcastically. She waved her white flag in surrender long ago when it came to her youngest. She is simply incorrigible, and that’s coming from the woman who trained Noah “Puck” Puckerman. “Noah, why did you stop driving?”
He turns to face her and his expression is one of horror, “There’s no way she’s pregnant. I’m not old enough to be a grandfather. That’s impossible. She’s…she’s still a kid.” Rachel bursts out laughing.
“What happened to ‘babe, Abby’s an adult, she makes her own decisions,’ blah, blah, blah.”
“That was when she was moving, now she’s trying to procreate and that shit’s not kosher.” Hannah and Abby join their mother in a chorus of laughter. Puck rolls his eyes and mutters before putting his foot on the gas pedal just a little bit harder.
They arrive at the Gregory residence in record time and Puck jumps out as soon as he parks, rushing to the front door of the brownstone. Abby opens the door and he immediately launches into the questioning.
“Are you pregnant?” He yells, searching her eyes for the answer. She stares back at him like he just kicked her puppy and pouts.
“That was our news, but you just ruined it,” she whines, and then sarcastically says, “surprise.”
He lets go of her and clutches his chest, “Why are you doing this to me? I’m too young to become someone’s grandpa. I’m still too attractive!” Rachel pats him on the back as she walks by.
“And, somehow, I’m the one who gets paid to act in this family,” she says, “I think I should hand my Tony over to your dad.”
The rest of the night passes without any incident. Puck sulks silently while Rachel and the girls talk excitedly about the baby and clothes and names. After dinner, they say their goodbyes and he drives back in silence, with the same scowl plastered on his face.
…
He’s already in bed when Rachel climbs in, wrapping her arms around him from behind.
“Honey, are you still upset?” she whispers into his ear. He smirks a little and turns to face her, pulling her body closer.
“Yeah, do you want to make it better?” She places her hand on his chest and grins.
“That can be arranged.” He leans in to kiss her, but she pulls back a little. “Hey, I know you’re upset about Tom impregnating your little girl but you really should be looking on the bright side.”
“And what could that bright side possibly be?” He asks seriously.
“At least it isn’t Lydia.” She starts laughing and he joins in. And, really, thank God it isn’t Lydia. He has been very honest with his kids about his past and he doesn’t want any of them going through the hard things he went through, which is why he and Rachel have always been upfront about contraceptives.
As he’s lying next to Rachel after working off some of his frustration, he realizes that his married, adult daughter being pregnant isn’t the worst thing in the world. And this child is going to be the luckiest kid ever because it’s going to have him as a grandpa. Let’s face it, he is a badass husband and father, so naturally, he’s going to be a badass grandfather, too. As long as none of his other daughters start popping out kids, he thinks this might be kind of cool.
Pairing: Puckleberry
Word Count: 1,539
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Summary: Written for this prompt at the puckrachel
Puck loves his four daughters. They are each a different combination of his and Rachel’s genetics. And, they are all amazingly gorgeous. Duh. He loves fatherhood, always has, but the one downside is that no matter how much you think you know you’re children, they will always surprise you; and they won’t always be surprises you like.
Their eldest, Abby, is a carbon copy of the mature adult Rachel became in appearance and personality. Sometimes, Puck thinks Rachel inseminated herself. Abby is sensible, incredibly intelligent, and the best at everything she does. She’s dependable, loyal, and consistent. She married her high school sweetheart after they graduated from college, which Puck was not happy about, but over time, he’s gotten used to it. He just wants his daughters to have life experience before making big decisions.
Then, there’s Jordan. She’s the daddy’s girl of the family. She’s super competitive and is at UCLA on a Tennis scholarship, not that her grades weren’t good enough, because they totally were. She’s got Rachel’s ambition and his sarcasm. Sometimes, the other girls feel left out when he and Jordan go back and forth, trying to outwit the other, their hazel eyes gleaming. The first time she won, he bought her a puppy. She was only eight and it brought tears to his eyes.
Hannah is still in high school and she is every bit as dramatic as Rachel was. She dominates her school’s theatre program and glee club. The fact that her mother is a Broadway star and her dad’s a Grammy award winning artist doesn’t help her popularity, considering she uses it to affirm why she deserves every lead and solo. She always says she was born from greatness, therefore she is born for greatness. Luckily, no one at her school knows what a slushy facial is, or else Puck would be knocking heads.
Last, and certainly not least, they have Lydia. There aren’t even words to describe the types of headaches their youngest can bring on. She’s every bit rebellious as Puck was, but at least he had, like, reasons for his behavior. She’s just a bored, rich kid who uses her creativity for evil instead of good. Ever since she entered high school, she’s been running around with the wrong crowd, which causes Rachel to worry every time she leaves the house, but Puck knows Lydia better than she thinks. Because he was her. She’s sexually promiscuous and socially irresponsible. He knows that she just needs to make her mistakes and learn from them.
He’s sitting in his office, strumming his guitar, trying to find a melody for a song he just wrote, when his assistant walks in and hands him his Blackberry before turning and walking out. He looks at the name and smiles, “Hey, Abby, what’s up?”
“Hi, Dad, I was calling because Tom and I have some good news and we would like to invite everyone over for dinner tonight. Jordan’s even skyping in from California,” she says in a sing-song voice. He chuckles lightly.
“Well, I suppose we can try to swing by,” he teases, “it’s not everyday our eldest invites us for dinner.”
“Ok, great. I already made mom promise to leave her rehearsal, even if they’re not finished. All you have to do is tell Hannah and convince Lydia that spending time with her family will not kill her for one night.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve got those two under control,” he says placing his guitar back on its stand and closing his journal.
“Alright, see you at seven, Dad. I love you.” His heart squeezes a little bit.
“I love you, too, Abbasaurus rex.” She laughs at his use of her childhood nickname that only he calls her and hangs up.
…
That night, as he’s watching Rachel put the finishing touches on her makeup, he’s trying not to be too freaked out about what Abby’s news is. He pushes aside his thoughts and decides to focus on how hot his wife looks. At 52, she’s still as hot and fit as she’s always been. He admires the way her red dress hugs her curves. He loves his kids a little more for filling out Rachel’s body.
“Baby, that dress looks awesome on you,” he starts, smirking.
“But it’s going to look so much better off, right,” she finishes with a smirk, matching his.
“How long have we been married, now?” She gives him a soft genuine smile. She loves how well they know each other.
“Thirty years, and I look forward to hearing you say lewd things for thirty more.” She saunters over to him, sits on his lap, and presses a gentle kiss to his lips. “Now, lets go before we’re late.”
She quickly rises and walks out of the room, her heels clacking on the hardwood floor. He spots her clutch on the vanity and rolls his eyes before grabbing it. He looks forward to thirty more years of picking up the things she forgets whenever she’s in a rush.
…
Rachel grabs Puck’s hand over the console and he can tell she’s nervous. He glances at her from the corner of his eye.
“Noah, you don’t think they’re moving, do you? I can’t take another child moving, it’s already hard enough on me that Jordan’s on the other side of the country,” she worries her bottom lip between her teeth.
“I hope not babe, but Abby’s twenty-four. She’s kind of an adult, which means she and her husband make their own decisions, independent of you.” Her worried expression turns into a glare.
“She’s probably pregnant. Her jugs looked bigger last time I saw her,” Lydia pipes in from the backseat. Puck’s heart stops the same time he presses his foot on the break.
“Must you be so crass, Lydia?” Rachel asks sarcastically. She waved her white flag in surrender long ago when it came to her youngest. She is simply incorrigible, and that’s coming from the woman who trained Noah “Puck” Puckerman. “Noah, why did you stop driving?”
He turns to face her and his expression is one of horror, “There’s no way she’s pregnant. I’m not old enough to be a grandfather. That’s impossible. She’s…she’s still a kid.” Rachel bursts out laughing.
“What happened to ‘babe, Abby’s an adult, she makes her own decisions,’ blah, blah, blah.”
“That was when she was moving, now she’s trying to procreate and that shit’s not kosher.” Hannah and Abby join their mother in a chorus of laughter. Puck rolls his eyes and mutters before putting his foot on the gas pedal just a little bit harder.
They arrive at the Gregory residence in record time and Puck jumps out as soon as he parks, rushing to the front door of the brownstone. Abby opens the door and he immediately launches into the questioning.
“Are you pregnant?” He yells, searching her eyes for the answer. She stares back at him like he just kicked her puppy and pouts.
“That was our news, but you just ruined it,” she whines, and then sarcastically says, “surprise.”
He lets go of her and clutches his chest, “Why are you doing this to me? I’m too young to become someone’s grandpa. I’m still too attractive!” Rachel pats him on the back as she walks by.
“And, somehow, I’m the one who gets paid to act in this family,” she says, “I think I should hand my Tony over to your dad.”
The rest of the night passes without any incident. Puck sulks silently while Rachel and the girls talk excitedly about the baby and clothes and names. After dinner, they say their goodbyes and he drives back in silence, with the same scowl plastered on his face.
…
He’s already in bed when Rachel climbs in, wrapping her arms around him from behind.
“Honey, are you still upset?” she whispers into his ear. He smirks a little and turns to face her, pulling her body closer.
“Yeah, do you want to make it better?” She places her hand on his chest and grins.
“That can be arranged.” He leans in to kiss her, but she pulls back a little. “Hey, I know you’re upset about Tom impregnating your little girl but you really should be looking on the bright side.”
“And what could that bright side possibly be?” He asks seriously.
“At least it isn’t Lydia.” She starts laughing and he joins in. And, really, thank God it isn’t Lydia. He has been very honest with his kids about his past and he doesn’t want any of them going through the hard things he went through, which is why he and Rachel have always been upfront about contraceptives.
As he’s lying next to Rachel after working off some of his frustration, he realizes that his married, adult daughter being pregnant isn’t the worst thing in the world. And this child is going to be the luckiest kid ever because it’s going to have him as a grandpa. Let’s face it, he is a badass husband and father, so naturally, he’s going to be a badass grandfather, too. As long as none of his other daughters start popping out kids, he thinks this might be kind of cool.