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Note: Back to usual...plot by mymyself19, smut by me.
Karma’s a bitch.
Or at least Puck thought it was.
He blamed the Fabrays, especially Quinn, for his lot in life.
He could have been somebody, but they snatched it away.
He could have been better.
Yeah, right.
Life really hadn’t been kind to Noah Puckerman…
But, really, he screwed up anything he put his hands on.
He expected stardom by now, but his band was mediocre at best, and the few gigs they managed to score were in tiny dive bars with only a handful of listeners.
There were no cheers.
Predictably, the cash he had managed to save from his pool-cleaning business dried out pretty soon.
So he was forced to take any odd job he could snag wherever he was that month.
But no one ever made him stay in one place for longer than a month.
It was enough time to fuck all the hot girls without having them get attached to the Puckerone.
That resolve lasted for a year.
He got so strapped for cash, he started hanging around longer.
Eventually, he’d do something reckless and stupid that forced him to move.
Usually, it was because a husband chased him out of town.
Still, he persisted for as long as he could. He was a badass motherfucker… in his own mind.
The truth is he left behind a trail of angry men who would get revenge in a heartbeat.
For a while, he was living the dream, fucking and playing, but, eventually, he woke up to reality.
He had a string of dead-end jobs. Sometimes he was fired. Sometimes, he quit.
He was a failure.
So, here he was, crashing wherever he could, begging and stealing whatever he could.
Now, he was in a big city, but the cycle remained the same.
Until he met a girl… she was younger than him, which he thought was a nice change from the cougars and skanks he was used to.
He’d managed to scrape some money together, but his girlfriend began to demand more, namely a stable living.
He hit rock bottom, and he started thinking about Quinn.
Up until that point, he hadn’t wasted one minute on his child and its mother.
He was good at avoiding any semblance of responsibility.
All the memories morphed until he viewed through rose-colored glasses.
He could have been rich with Mr. Fabray’s money, a stable job and a hot wife.
The kid probably would have been okay too.
It nagged at him.
In Lima, he was someone.
He was the envy of all the guys in Lima with Quinn on his arm.
And, he knew Quinn wanted him.
She had pleaded for him to stay with him after her father had disowned her.
He could have stayed and fixed everything.
Maybe he screwed up after all.
His girlfriend threw him out, and that was the last straw.
He packed up and left, and this time, he knew exactly where he was going.
If Quinn loved him so much, he could make her fall in love with him again.
So what if Daddy Fabray was not in the picture?
He would even put in his time at the tire shop until he could figure out how to get back into Mr. Fabray’s good graces.
With Quinn by his side, he’d turn his life around.
He wondered if Quinn had had a boy or a girl.
He’d raise his son to pick up chicks or his daughter to kick guys like him in the nuts.
And he could still bang all those MILFs on the side.
Just like before.
He was ready to take back the life he had left behind.
He may not have thought of Quinn in years, but that tight pussy was hard to forget.
***
The Fabrays were gone, and when his mother opened the door and saw him, she deflated.
She opened the door and let him in without a word.
There was no emotional reunion… only mild dread.
She had managed to be a little happy after her deadbeat ex-husband left.
And, Puck still reminded her of John Puckerman.
Maybe Noah was better, though.
She found out quickly enough that he wasn’t.
He was uncouth and impolite, showing no friendliness to her family, and his laziness reached new levels.
When Kurt visited, they were just one big happy family, his sister calling Burt ‘Dad’ and Kurt calling Sarah ‘Mom’, except for Puck, and eventually Burt had enough.
He kicked him out of the house.
Sarah didn’t lift a finger to defend or help him, and so he left again.
***
Puck needed to get laid yesterday.
He was so pissed that the only thing that would calm him down would be a nice old-fashioned fuck.
He headed to the Excelsior.
There were so many good memories there.
Maybe the hottie who had danced for him that time would be up to letting him fulfill his old promise to fuck her…
It didn’t happen.
The VIP treatment he used to have there no longer applied because the Fabrays were no longer living in Lima.
Without them, he couldn’t afford even a drink in that place.
He settled for a random whore he met in the alley to let his anger and frustration out.
He paid her his last $50.
Now that he was sated, his brain was regaining control and he realized something.
The Fabrays were gone.
As in both of them. That clearly meant…
Puck laughed an evil laugh when he realized.
If they had both left, Daddy Fabray had clearly forgiven his only daughter and fled town to avoid the scandal of a single mother in the family.
He had a new purpose in life: he needed to find them and worm his way into Quinn’s life again.
It would be a piece of cake.
All his long-dashed dreams were suddenly real again.
He could taste it.
And this time, nobody would get in the way of what was rightfully his.
This time, he was going to stay, and Quinn would be his.
The only flaw in his master plan was that he had no idea where the hell the Fabrays had gone to.
When he asked around, he found out they sold the house quickly, packed their suitcases and before anyone knew it, they had disappeared.
They had never come back.
Nobody knew the whole truth, but the rumor mill, sparked by a little bit of factual information people picked up here and there, churned out a broken-hearted Quinn begging her father to move to distance herself from the memories the town brought her.
People were saying that Puck had broken up with Quinn after cheating on her and left town, breaking her heart in the process.
He looked like a villain, and that made him angry.
Never mind that what really happened would reflect even more poorly on Puck.
Abandoning his pregnant girlfriend to fend for herself with his child…
His mother probably hated him, and he hated Lima.
But he had to stay there until he had an idea where they’d gone.
After a few days more asking around and a few bribes, he got lucky.
Out of nowhere, a guy approached him in the bar where he was nursing his fourth beer.
The man simply left a folded piece of paper in front of him and left.
Puck finished his beer and opened it.
Written on the paper was one word: Boston.
He crumpled up the piece of paper and threw it on the floor.
The next morning, he woke up from his hangover and disentangled himself from the woman next to him.
He couldn’t even remember where she met her.
He was eating a candy bar from the machine in the gas station when his mind out of nowhere connected the dots.
Of course!
Dropping the wrapper on the floor, he climbed into his old truck.
I’m an idiot, he thought.
Boston, here I come.
***
He spent the twelve-hour drive thinking of all the things he was going to treat himself to once Russell Fabray opened the gates of heaven for him.
A new guitar, a car of course, maybe a mustang… he daydreamed.
He’d never been to Boston.
The city was big, which only meant more work for him.
He needed to get himself together, first.
He had left Cindy’s apartment —he had remembered her first name four or five hours into the drive when it appeared on a billboard advertising a strip joint— quickly, and he hadn’t taken a shower.
He couldn’t afford most places, so he drove through the nicest part of the city to the ‘low rent district’.
He parked at a motel and rented a room for less than $20 a night.
The shower barely worked.
The front desk clerk widened his eyes at his name, but Puck thought nothing of it.
He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the lumpy pillow.
***
Quinn was over the moon.
She and Russell were having a baby girl.
Russell adored Junior, and thinking about a little Quinn running around made his heart beat hard with love.
He was going to have another daughter, and this time, he would be a real father.
He regretted absolutely nothing with Quinn, but he was definitely looking forward to raising a daughter and being her dad in the most conventional sense of the word.
Or… as conventional as someone in his business married to his daughter could.
And, Quinn, the love of his life, was a wonderful mother, and Russell couldn’t wait to raise both their children together.
Quinn brought him back to the present.
“Where’d you go off to?” Quinn asked, once she got his attention.
“I was thinking about you and our children…” Russell smiled.
“Okay, so… I was thinking we could discuss baby names,” Quinn stood from her seat on the sofa of her father’s office.
“Come here,” Russell said.
As soon as Quinn was close enough, Russell took her hand and gently pulled her down onto his lap.
The couple enjoyed the silence for a few seconds, Russell stroking Quinn’s small bump.
It started off as just soft and nice, but Quinn’s damn hormones started to kick in.
“Daddy, if you keep doing that we won’t be talking about names,” she said, still trying to contain herself.
“We can recreate last night right here,” Russell smirked.
Russell got hard remembering how Quinn had kept him up all night, not that he minded in the least.
Just as he started moving his hand down further on Quinn’s body, the phone rang.
Quinn was undeterred, and she turned on her father’s arms and raised an eyebrow.
Russell’s dick jerked to attention because he knew what was coming.
Quinn got on her knees and unfastened her father’s pants, taking out the cock that always made her see stars and taking it in her mouth.
Russell groaned at the sensation and then answered the phone.
“John, what do you need? Yes, I’ll take it,” he barked a little too harshly so he didn’t moan instead.
While his assistant directed the call to his office, he looked down at his wife, who had his dick in her hand and her tongue on his balls.
She was doing her best to taste every inch of his sac.
Finally, he got the call and after several minutes of back and forth, Quinn continuing her tongue’s assault on his balls, the conversation drew to a close.
“I understand. You confirmed it then? Keep me posted on his every move,” and without a goodbye, Russell hung up the phone.
Quinn was so engrossed in her task, she squeaked when her father pulled her on her feet, lifted her onto his desk, ripped her panties and penetrated her all in one swift movement.
She hadn’t even heard him ending the call.
But she sensed it was bad news by the way he was fucking her.
“You’re mine, do you understand? Quinn, you are my wife and you’ll always belong to me,” Russell growled.
“You’re mine… mine… mine,” he repeated over and over as he pounded her.
His possessiveness turned her on even while she felt a lump in her throat at the dread that overcame her.
“Tell me you’re mine, baby. I’m the only one who makes you this wet, right?” Russell panted.
“Yes, Daddy, I’m yours and only yours, and you’re mine. Forever,” she managed this last word before coming hard, sooner than she expected.
Quinn’s blissful look and the squeeze of his cock triggered Russell’s orgasm.
He released a huge load of cum inside her.
After pulling out, he tenderly kissed Quinn’s stomach.
Quinn left him compose himself and then hugged him, letting him know everything was all right.
A knock on the door brought them back from their bubble, and they fixed their clothes before answering the door.
“Are you okay?” Quinn asked.
“Yeah, baby. I’m sorry.”
Quinn smiled.
“Russell Fabray, I love you and trust you. You never have to apologize for fucking me like that,” she said.
“Why don’t we go home and talk about those names this time?”
“Of course. And… I bought a little something sexy that I’m gonna wear tonight under my dress at the club,” Quinn purred. “And, I’m going to wear your favorite dress.”
“The one with see-through over your stomach?” he asked.
“Mhm,” she smiled.
She kissed him until they were both breathless.
“I’ll be in the car,” she said.
She waved from the door and Russell smiled.
But when she disappeared from sight, the smile on his face morphed into a scowl.
That call was the confirmation he was waiting for.
Things were going to get very messy very soon.
***
Puck slept for almost a day.
He slept through someone coming and rooting through his stuff, and he missed the open bag with his things scattered around it.
She showered in the bathroom quickly.
After dressing in the same clothes from the day before, he left the room.
He needed money and a woman to take care of him.
He needed new clothes and a woman who washed them once in a while.
He went to the nearest diner to have breakfast.
With his stomach fuller, he thought hard for the first time since he left Lima.
How was he going to find them?
In Lima it was easy. It was a small town, and everybody knew each other.
But, in the big city he was lost.
Besides, he wanted to stay incognito for the time being.
Or at least until he figured out what was going to be his next move.
He assumed that Russell was still in the same line of work here, so he’d have to work hard to penetrate the Fabray shield.
Quinn would have finished college by now, but he didn’t know what she would be doing.
Damn it. He should have paid attention when she was talking.
He thought about the baby.
If his calculations were accurate, the baby would be three years old, so that meant it hadn’t started preschool yet.
Maybe she was at home taking care of it, living off Fabray money.
Maybe if he was going to try to win Quinn over, he should stop thinking of it as ‘it’.
Him…
Her…
Whatever…
Shit.
Then, he hit on an idea.
He had all the time in the world, after all.
So he was going to go to every park in the richer part of the city on the off chance that he may spot the child.
He was the Puckmeister, so his child had to look like him, right?
He fucked Quinn so well; he had to have given the kid all his genes, right?
He stole a pair of sunglasses and a map of the city and began Operation Find Spawn.
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