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Note: Plot by mymyself19, smut by me.
All thoughts of careful planning on Puck’s part flew out the window now that he knew where the Fabrays were.
He was like a dog with a bone.
That’s why he didn’t think twice and approached Quinn three days later.
He would have done it sooner; she didn’t appear for the next two days.
Puck decided to intercept her before her kid and the nanny saw her.
He wanted some time alone to lay the groundwork with his baby mamma.
He didn’t want to give her a chance to go into protective mode on instinct after so long if he involved the kid right away.
“Hey, babe. Miss me?” Puck said in his steamiest voice.
He smirked when he saw Quinn shudder.
Quinn hadn’t heard that voice in years.
Her stomach turned, and she almost vomited on the spot.
It was the only person in the whole world who could destroy everything she had been working for.
And she wasn’t ready to lose it all.
Still speechless, with fright, Quinn turned and stared at her ‘ex’.
He hadn’t aged well.
In contrast to her father, who was still fitter than most 20-year-olds and always dressed well, Puck was a mess.
And, he still sported that awful hair.
Puck mistook her gazing as lustful.
He wiggled his eyebrows.
“What are you doing here, Puck?” Quinn said when she finally managed to form words.
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m here to take you back, babe. We can be a family now,” Puck chirped.
Quinn simply raised her eyebrow.
He remembered what that meant.
“Okay… Quinn, I’ve changed. I’m older and more responsible and shit. I’m ready to be a dad to our kid.” Quinn didn’t respond so Puck got cocky. “Plus, I’m still the hottest piece of ass you’ve ever had, I bet.”
Quinn was dumbstruck. This man was incredible.
Puck continued to read Quinn wrong.
But, when he tried to grab her around the waist, she pushed away... hard.
He landed on his ass.
“What the hell, babe? I just want a kiss. Come on, I know how much you’ve missed me,” he tried again.
Quinn exploded.
“Are you stupid? Do you really expect me to have waited for you after you abandoned me three years ago?”
“Babe, I already said I was sorry. Besides, I know about the restaurant,” Puck said.
Quinn froze.
Puck had found out the truth.
Her life was over.
Before she could think of an escape, she felt a pair of tiny hands on her thighs.
When she looked down, Russ was clinging to her, scrunching up his face at the sight of the stranger.
He looked just like his father.
He was adorable. And also, he helped her remember she had her father, one and the same man, behind her.
He’d know what to do about this.
She just needed to escape from Puck and talk to her dad.
She picked Junior up and kissed his forehead. The closeness helped calm her fears.
“Hey, bud. I’m Puck and you must be Noah,” Puck said.
Russ simply stuck his tongue out and burrowed his face in his mother’s neck.
Quinn furrowed her brow.
Noah?
“Hey, J, why don’t you go play with Rach for a moment, and I’ll be there with you in a sec?” Quinn cooed.
“Mommy, I don’t wanna play anymore. Can we go see Daddy now?” Russ whimpered.
Puck was confused. What was he talking about?
“Of course, baby. Please go with Rachel and get ice-cream and we’ll go home soon. Okay?” Quinn put the boy down and patted his butt comfortingly.
Little Russ looked his mother in the eyes, still unconvinced, but did as he was told.
Quinn swelled with pride at her little boy’s instincts to know when something was wrong.
But, when she was sure Junior was far enough away to avoid being heard, Quinn turned to Puck.
“I don’t understand,” Puck said.
Quinn rolled her eyes.
“I was told you named the restaurant after our kid and that the kid shared his name with his father… me. So, who’s this punk who’s taken my kid? I’m the daddy!” Puck started to yell as he talked.
He could feel this slipping through his fingers.
“First of all, calm the hell down. People are staring. And, secondly, you are nobody’s dad. You made that pretty clear when you ditched us,” Quinn growled.
Puck ignored her. Women and drama.
But before he could ponder anymore, he took in her posture, hands on hips like her old HBIC days, and noticed the gold band on her left hand.
What. The. Fuck?!
“What the fuck? You’re married?” Puck sputtered.
Quinn simply raised her eyebrow as an answer.
He grew even more desperate.
He was set on seeing his plans through.
“Like hell I’m going to let you be with anybody else, much less allow a pansy to raise my son! I bet he’s the one who dressed my kid like a sissy!”
By now, Puck had lost all his rationality.
“And what kind of self-respecting man lets his woman work? A woman’s job is to stay at home and take care of his man’s every need.” Puck was digging his grave deeper and deeper with every nasty and idiotic comment that left his mouth. “You are my woman. How dare you pass my kid off as someone else’s?!”
Quinn’s cool demeanor snapped.
“Are you serious? You’ve been MIA for years, and now you show up and think you can just take it all back on demand? You’re delusional.”
Puck grabbed her roughly by the shoulders.
“Quinn, don’t play games with me. I’m here to stake my claim on what’s mine, and nobody will get in my way. Get ready because you and my kid will be by my side as soon as I take care of your husband.”
It was a threat that was not veiled in the least.
Puck roughly kissed her, and Quinn bit him as hard as she could.
“Bitch!” Puck yelled.
His lip bled.
He raised his arm with the intention of slapping her, but a kick to his nuts sent him to his knees in agony.
When the tears on his face stopped falling, he could see Quinn on her knees fiercely hugging their son and kissing him all over his face.
The kid, his flesh and blood, had attacked him?
What was wrong with these people?
After managing to stand once again, he looked for his family, but Quinn had already left.
That was it. He needed to man up.
He needed to investigate and find out who this idiot husband was. Then, he would take care of him and reclaim his family.
Nobody raised his kid and turned him gay.
He was damned if he let some guy be his kid’s father.
It was personal now.
***
“Daddy, I’m sowwy,” Junior whispered as his father tucked him in.
“What are you sorry for, bud?” Russell sat next to him.
Instead of answering, the little boy jumped up and into Russell’s waiting arms and began to cry.
Russell liked tucking his little boy in, but he knew this was the one thing Quinn missed since opening Junior’s and Daddy’s.
Quinn woke him up, though, every day, and spent some quality time with him.
And, Russell joined Quinn at the club and left Junior, once he was in bed, with either Rachel or Tina.
“I know you tolded me that kicking people is wrong and that good boys don’t do that. But, but—” the boy’s hiccups were preventing him from continuing.
Aware of what his son was talking about, he squeezed him tighter, trying to make him feel safe.
“Calm down, buddy, okay? It’s okay. I’m not mad at you.”
“Reawy, daddy?” a wide-eyed Russ asked.
“Yes, really,” Russell pulled Junior back to look him in the eye. “Yes, normally, it’s not good to kick people. But, do you remember I also told you to protect your Mommy?”
“Uh-huh?” Junior sniffed and wiped his eyes.
“Well, you, little man, did a great job protecting your Mommy. And, you know what else?”
“What?” Junior was still sniffing but had stopped crying when he knew his Daddy wasn’t mad.
“I’m very proud of you,” Russell said. “You did exactly what I would have done because you love your Mommy and don’t want anything to happen to her.”
“Yeah,” Russ smiled.
Russell chuckled.
Junior was such a good little boy, and he had just enough of the Fabray confidence and pride.
Russell tucked him back in securely and kissed his forehead.
“Good night, son,” Russell said.
“Good night, Daddy,” Junior said. “Tell Mommy I saided good night, too.”
“I will, Son. I love you.”
“Lub you too, Daddy.” Before Russell could close the door, Junior spoke again. “Daddy, you’ll p'tect Mommy and the baby from the bad man, right?”
“Of course, bud. I’ll do anything to protect your Mommy and you and your sister. Now, go to sleep,” Russell replied.
“I wish I could see Mommy again,” the boy pouted.
“I know, buddy. But, if you’re a good boy for Rachel and go to sleep now, we can have a guys’ day next weekend,” Russell said.
Junior loved ‘guys days’ with his Daddy.
It meant all kinds of fun things for three-year-old boys… the Red Sox and the frog pond at the Commons and flying a kite and lots of other good stuff.
Russell left the house smiling and chuckling at his wonderful little boy.
At the club, Russell left Santana in charge of the night’s meetings and made sure Sam left him and wife free of distraction for the evening.
He didn’t need to know they weren’t going to be working.
Santana was a little surprised but could see the determined, protective look in his eye and knew not to get in the way.
And Sam asked no questions to the head of the Fabray clan.
Russell hardly had the door closed before his arms were full of the still-lithe body of Quinn Fabray.
In no time, she had her arms and legs wrapped around him as he leaned against the closed door with his hands holding her by the ass.
“Daddy, I need you now,” Quinn mumbled between heated kisses.
Russell carried Quinn to her desk, and then cupped her face with both hands.
He knew she was feeling vulnerable because of Puck.
She was afraid of losing their family and him.
“I love you so much, baby girl. I love you, and I will always protect you,” he said before kissing her deeply.
“Promise me we’ll never lose... this. No matter what, you’ll always take care of our children… but we’ll always be husband and wife, lovers,” Quinn pleaded. “I just want you to show me how you love me.”
“What do you want?” he asked. “How do you want me to show you?”
“I want you to strip me naked and make mad, dirty, passionate love to me,” she replied and kissed him again.
“How about I fuck you right up against your window so anyone could see if they looked?” he asked.
“Yes… fuck me… show everyone who I belong to,” Quinn said.
Quinn’s office had a floor to ceiling window that looked out the side onto the street leading up to the club.
It would be hard for anyone who wasn’t looking to see from the street because it was set back a little in a small alcove.
But with the light on at night, anyone who wanted to would see Quinn completely claimed by her father.
And it would be her naked ass they would see pressed against the window.
Russell did exactly what she asked.
She was wearing a very sexy business suit with white blouse and gray skirt that hugged her hips and flared out down to just above her knee.
She always changed into sexy but businesslike attire after she was done with her chef’s duties at the restaurant.
Sometimes it was more business than sexy and sometimes more sexy than business, but it was always perfect for roaming the club and looking good while doing it.
And, she always gave Russell a good show.
Her skirt this night showed off all her assets.
He began to unbutton that blouse, kissing her deeply, intending to put his mouth to good use until she felt completely loved, fucked and like they owned each other’s bodies.
His mouth was on her neck when she gasped.
“Rip it off.”
He smirked and grabbed just below the second button he’d just undone.
He pulled at the material, and the buttons flew.
“Shit, that’s hot,” Quinn breathed as Russell sucked one of her breasts that he’d uncovered.
“No bra… that’s hot,” he mumbled.
“I know you love it when I leave my tits free,” she gasped. “I’d have gone without panties except I know how much you love taking them off. Shit! Suck my nipple.”
He did, taking one of her long, stiff nipples into his mouth and reaching for the zipper on the side of her skirt.
She lifted her ass off the desk as he pulled it down her legs, still working her body with his mouth.
As he slid the skirt down her legs, he kissed her thighs.
Her high heels slipped to the floor with the skirt, and his dick twitched.
He moved his mouth to her slightly rounded stomach.
He was so glad Puck hadn’t been able to tell she was pregnant. He shuddered to think what he would have done.
He kissed all over her belly and licked at her belly button as he reached for the waistband of her panties.
He pulled them down on one side and licked the skin where her thigh met her hip.
Then, he pulled them down her legs and kissed all the way down her leg until they were on the floor.
She leaned back on her hands as he stood back up to look at her.
He smiled as she spread her legs.
Her mouth was open, and her eyes were closed.
She was breathing erratically.
“Fuck,” he exhaled.
“I’m all swollen for you, Daddy… my pussy needs you,” she said.
He rubbed her pussy lips up and down.
“I can see that,” he said, working his finger between her pussy lips. “I’ll never stop doing this… I’ll never stop touching you and fucking you… come here.”
He helped her off the desk, held her waist and gently pushed her backwards to the window where she leaned.
“You need to be naked, too, Daddy,” she breathed.
He unbuttoned his shirt and untucked it, dropping it to the floor.
Quinn reached out and put her hand on his broad chest.
He undid his belt and dropped his pants, and Quinn leaned forward, butt still against the window, and swirled her tongue with his as he stepped out of the pants.
As soon as he was in just his boxers, Quinn grabbed at his crotch, rubbing it.
“I’m wet for your dick,” she moaned at the feel of it stiffening at her hand.
Quinn crouched down and pulled the boxers down herself.
She’d have given him a blowjob, but he was already hard and she needed him to fuck her.
She stood and wrapped her hand around his erect penis and pulled him gently into her, pressing her further against the window.
“Fuck me, deep… I want to feel your cock,” she breathed as he pushed inside of her.
Russell grabbed her leg and wrapped it around his ass and pushed as deep as he could.
“Fuck, your pussy is always so good,” he gasped.
Quinn felt the stretch of her pussy and savored the feel of his cock working inside, sliding, twitching and pulsing at its silky wetness.
Neither was looking for a quick release.
This was about feeling their bodies connected in a way that invigorated them because it was so sinful and taboo.
A father should not have his long, thick cock inside his 21-year-old daughter’s cunt while she carried his child inside her.
Except, Quinn and Russell Fabray didn’t feel guilty in the least as Russell pressed his daughter against the window, dragging his cock in and out, in and out, in and out, feeling her pussy walls flutter.
“I feel every inch of your cock… and it’s mine,” Quinn panted as Russell continued to thrust slowly but steadily.
She reached down and cupped his balls as he slid his cock out, then back in.
She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt a wave of pleasure and emotion.
“These balls are mine, too,” she panted. “They make all that hot, fertile cum I love so much.”
She moved her hand around to his ass and pulled him in again.
“Now, enough of this gentle shit… it’s time to show me what you can do with this dick,” she said. “Shove that dick in your daughter’s cunt and fuck it.”
“Shit,” Russell gasped.
He tightened her leg around his ass and thrust hard so her back slammed into the window.
“That’s it,” she breathed. “Give it to me.”
She used her leg to help him drive hard into her.
Thrust…
Thrust…
Thrust…
On each push into her, she felt the delicious ache of her pussy stretching and her ass hitting the window.
“You’re stretching me so good… ah!” she let out a shout as he slammed into her particularly hard.
Somehow, even as he increased the strength of his thrusts, she felt every inch of his penis inside of her pussy.
Her senses were heightened, and she needed him to get there now!
“I need to feel your cum, hot and sticky inside me,” she panted, reaching down to squeeze his balls for emphasis.
Instantly, he released a huge load inside her pussy, and she squeezed his cock, suddenly gushing juices all over it.
“God, I love feeling your dick swell inside my cunt,” she grunted as she continued to savor the heat radiating through her whole body from the point where he ejaculated inside of her.
“Hop up,” Russell said, grabbing her ass. “I’m gonna fuck you again.”
He hoisted her into his arms; dick still buried deep inside her pussy, and deposited her on her back on the couch.
His dick swung free, and sperm flowed from her cunt.
“Are you ready for another load?” Russell asked. “I’m gonna fuck you ‘til you know I’m never letting you go.”
“I know you’re not, Daddy… I know… but, I need it… I need you to remind me… I need to feel your hot cum paint me… make me yours,” she whined and bagged, grasping for his neck with one arm and his cock with the other.
She stroked his cock, kissing him.
“Put it back in me… fill me,” she said.
The desperation still lined her voice.
He took over stroking his cock as he lined it back up with her pussy.
He wasted no more time and plunged it deep inside again.
“Fuck, so slick and wet,” he groaned as he felt it slide along her wet pussy walls.
“Get your dick nice and wet, Daddy,” Quinn grunted.
“This is all I need, baby… forever,” Russell answered.
He lifted Quinn’s leg up onto his shoulder and wrapped one hand around the supple thigh of that leg and the other on her small bump.
He thrust hard and deep inside her pussy over and over.
“Me too, Daddy… please don’t leave me… please don’t let Puck ruin us… ooooh fuck!!!!” her begging turned into a long, low moan as that mention of Puck turned Russell into a maniac.
He started pummeling Quinn’s pussy hard.
Thrust smack!
Thrust smack!
Thrust smack!
Russell’s balls made a sound they both heard loud and clear as they hit her ass on each punishing thrust.
Suddenly and swiftly, he dropped her leg down and sat, pulling her to straddle him on his lap.
His dick never left her pussy.
“Shit!” Quinn gasped as Russell grabbed her hips and practically fucked himself with her body.
He lifted her up and down on his dick.
Her tits swung and bounced.
Eventually she came back to herself after the change and grabbed his shoulders to help.
With her knees on the couch on either side of Russell’s legs, she bounced and bounced and bounced on her father’s dick.
“So good,” she breathed. “You stretch me so good.”
It was true. As hard as her pussy was moving, she felt every inch of his cock on her walls, sliding and stretching.
Somehow, even fast and hard, Russell’s dick sparked every nerve ending in her cunt and set it on fire.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” screamed to the rhythm of her bouncing.
Russell wanted Quinn to remember this all night and maybe forever.
But, he needed just a little more for that to happen.
With another swift motion, he picked her up, his dick still inside her, and pushed her up against the door.
He pounded into her a few more times, and, finally, he hit his orgasm hard and blasted the deepest parts of her pussy with his cum.
Quinn responded by screaming again and gushing all over his cock, squeezing it for long seconds and then falling against her father’s chest, boneless.
After several minutes just holding each other, his dick still lodged but softening inside Quinn’s pussy, Russell set her down on the floor.
They got dressed, Quinn pulling a replacement blouse from a closet in her office, and cuddled on the couch.
Quinn intertwined her fingers with her father’s and put them on her stomach, unconsciously caressing where their unborn daughter lay inside.
“I’m scared,” Quinn whispered.
She was afraid to crumble again.
Sighing, Russell kissed her forehead. “What can I do, baby?”
“Puck found us, Daddy. He’s gonna ruin everything… please don’t let that happen!” Quinn sobbed.
Russell comforted his daughter by stroking and kissing her face.
“Daddy, he hurt me and threatened us.”
She wished she had her father’s calmness.
Russell sat up suddenly.
“Wait! He hurt you?” Russell panicked
“I’m fine, Daddy. He just grabbed me really hard and—”
“I’m gonna fucking kill him!” Russell interrupted.
Quinn sat up and tried to calm him down.
Quinn was fine, and there were more important things to be concerned about.
After many more kisses and touches, they settled on the couch again.
“I’m just glad Junior was okay,” Russell finally said.
“He was so brave, Daddy. His cute little mad face looked just like you,” Quinn gushed.
Russell puffed his chest in pride.
“The good news is that he still has no idea I married you… although he still thinks J is his son,” Quinn said. “I just want to make sure we’re safe from him.”
“I promise, Quinn… I’ll make sure we’re all safe,” Russell replied.
“Daddy, he thinks he has a claim on us, and what scares me most is that I think this time he feels like he has nothing to lose, and that makes him dangerous,” Quinn said, sniffling to try to keep from crying again.
Russell squeezed Quinn tight around her waist.
“You’re mine, and he’ll never, under any circumstances, get to you… we’ll never lose this,” Russell punctuated his promise with a pat to Quinn’s butt.
It sent a sexual message without being heated.
But, he knew Puck probably was desperate to regain what he thought had been his right as Quinn’s boyfriend once upon a time.
Quinn was right. A desperate Puck was a dangerous one.
But Russell had experience with desperate men. He knew how they worked.
And, possibly more importantly, he knew what Puck was capable of.
Russell knew even when Puck was a teenager that trouble always seemed to follow him, but he’d also had to deal with more dangerous men than Puck could possibly be.
Puck was just a stupid boy with delusions of grandeur who always took the easy route, not bothering with work and sacrifice.
Russell could stay at least three steps ahead of Puck, easily.
Puck’s ambition clouded his image of the bigger picture, and that was exactly what Russell would take advantage of.
He knew exactly what he wanted to do, but he needed to keep Quinn in the dark.
Very early in their relationship, he and Quinn had established a rule to never lie to each other.
But they made an exception for work.
Russell would always inform Quinn of any important decision concerning their lives, but she needed to respect that he would not tell her everything about his business.
Sometimes, his ‘methods’ of doing business were dangerous, and he didn’t want Quinn to worry or try to stop it.
And, if Quinn knew, she might not be safe.
It wasn’t that he didn’t think Quinn could handle it. She absolutely could.
She was a successful and independent businesswoman in her own right.
But, he needed Santana’s help to convince Quinn that this was best for everyone.
Brittany and Quinn were their partners’ weaknesses and their greatest strengths, and they needed to be safe for them to be able to function.
Quinn agreed reluctantly but understood more fully once she got pregnant.
Family was most important.
So, he used this reasoning to justify not telling Quinn how he was going to deal with Puck.
He moved them so they sat face-to-face, and he took Quinn’s head in his hands, stroking her cheeks.
“Quinn, do you trust me?”
“Of course, Daddy. I believe in you more than anyone or anything,” Quinn replied without hesitation or doubt.
Russell kissed her lips briefly but intensely.
“I need for you to do as I say and not ask any questions. You can’t talk about this even with Brittany or Santana. Can you do that for me?” Russell asked.
Quinn hesitated for the briefest of moments but then nodded.
“When we leave this office, you need to act as if nothing is wrong,” Russell said. “I promise I’ll tell you what I can when I can.”
Quinn nodded, and Russell continued.
“I’m not surprised Puck is here. I actually would have expected him a while ago.”
“You knew he was coming?” Quinn asked, muted surprise in her voice.
“I had a feeling he may come back again someday,” Russell answered.
He loathed lying to Quinn, but he had to.
“Quinn, I’ll deal with Puck. Go to work. Spend time with Russ, and visit me at the office…” at the last remark, both smirked. “I’ll remind you as many times as you need that I’m yours in every way.”
“Okay, Daddy.” Quinn reached down to his crotch. “Will you use this to show me?”
Even when they were at their most anxious or serious, sex was always on their minds.
“I will.” Russell smiled and lifted her hand away, holding it instead. “But Quinn, even if you see him prowling around, just act as if you didn’t see him. I need him to believe he’s getting away with stalking my family. When the time comes, I’ll deal with him swiftly and decisively.”
She was safe and happy with this plan. She trusted Russell and knew this was one of those times she needed to let go.
She knew Russell would stop at nothing to avenge Puck for threatening his family.
She couldn’t wait for Puck to be gone completely from their lives once and for all, and she knew she needed to do what Russell said in order to make that happen.
Quinn sealed her agreement with a kiss.
It quickly escalated to deep, heated kisses with their tongues tangling.
It gave her peace of mind that some things never change.
***
Puck was determined to leave no stone unturned to find the jackass who was living his life.
Who the hell did this douche think he was? He thought he could take his woman, raise his kid and enjoy the Fabrays’ wealth and live happily ever after?
Not on his watch.
He would end that pussy and claim what was his.
He might not be the smartest guy, but he always suspected that the reluctance Russell Fabray had to ever meet him was because he thought he wasn’t good enough for his princess.
Maybe that’s why Russell had taken Quinn back into his good graces after she fell pregnant, because Puck was gone.
Then, he probably brainwashed Quinn into marrying some college graduate, son of some rich family for appearances’ sake.
And, it probably established some sort of business alliance or some shit.
Quinn couldn’t possibly actually love this dude.
Quinn was his woman, and he was the real father of the kid, damn it.
So. Puck started stalking Quinn.
Wherever she went, he was there.
Whatever she did, he saw.
And, as far as he knew, Quinn was none the wiser. That’s how good he was.
He was completely unaware that Quinn scoffed every time she spotted him and huffed in annoyance.
He followed her on her way to work, when she went shopping, when she decided to go home.
He even managed to find where Russell Fabray worked.
Puck smiled at the big building that most likely housed big businesses and, thus, lots of money.
He always got hard at the thought of all that money in his hands.
He didn’t understand why Russell let his daughter work.
That was going to change as soon as he got her back.
His baby mamma’s place was at home, waiting for him to fuck her hello and fill his every need.
He would teach her how to be a proper wife.
But, in spite of Puck’s every effort, Quinn’s husband was nowhere in sight.
The only man Quinn ever went out with was her father.
Maybe that poor excuse for a man was home taking care of his kid.
But, Puck was getting desperate to find him.
And then… he found out the reason why he had been unable to locate the motherfucker.
One night, three weeks into his investigation (stalking), he solved the mystery of the missing husband.
And, it was big... bigger than Puck ever imagined.
And, even Puck knew he could take advantage of it.
He was on the curb in front of the club at closing time.
Quinn was predictable.
She would close every night except one or two days a week.
Brittany locked up every other night.
Puck rolled his eyes the first time he saw the ditzy blonde.
At least she was almost as smokin’ hot as Quinn.
When Quinn closed the place down, she always left on foot and never alone.
If it wasn’t some muscular guy he assumed was a bodyguard, her father accompanied her.
This was routine until one night, after she locked the door, the man with Quinn pinned her against the door.
The man was her father!
Puck thought he was hallucinating.
But when it escalated to a heated make out session that even he felt embarrassed at witnessing, something in him clicked.
Of course.
That’s why he couldn’t find the husband.
And then his speculations started.
And, as usual they ran straight to his own ego.
So, he thought, Quinn ran to her father, destroyed at having lost the love of her life.
She swore off men because the father of her unborn child was the best she could ever hope for.
So, Russell took them out of Lima and went to a place where nobody would know them in order to start anew.
Traumatized by the loss, Quinn fell for her father, finding the comfort and seeing at least a part of Puck in her father.
They raised the kid as his, to save face, but Quinn still loved Puck.
That’s why she had named him Noah Junior.
And all of this because Russell Fabray was a disgusting, perverted and sick old man.
It was time for payback.
With this juicy bit of information, Puck became more determined.
It would be a piece of cake.
Russell would pay any price in order to avoid the shame of being exposed for the sick man he was.
The next morning, Puck confidently strode to the Fabray offices.
He noticed but smiled when he was granted entrance immediately and that he was allowed to go to the CEO’s office without even giving a reason for his visit.
He also found it perfectly understandable that nobody seemed to be at work that day.
It seemed everybody knew what was going to go down and decided to make themselves scarce.
It seemed that people sensed when Noah Puckerman was about to take over, and they fled in fear.
Puck’s delusions of grandeur were getting out of control.
When he found the door with the plaque ‘Russell Fabray, CEO’ imprinted on it, he opened it without even the decency to knock.
“Hey, Russell. Surprise!” Puck confidently strode into the big room.
Russell was seated on his chair, looking out the window but calmly turned his chair to look at Puck.
He remained silent.
“You don’t mind if I get a drink, do you?” Puck said and swaggered to pour himself some whiskey.
Russell simply raised his eyebrow.
Puck sat on the couch and adopted a comfortable posture.
He was finally facing Russell Fabray with the upper hand.
He thought Russell would get angry and yell at him for barging in his office unannounced or something, but the man simply looked at him impassively.
Puck started to squirm but then realized he really did have the advantage here, and he was going to take it, damn it!
“I know the truth, you sick old man. I know everything.”
Russell simply raised his eyebrow again but didn’t speak.
Puck recognized that gesture from Quinn.
It meant he thought he was still in control of the situation, and that pissed Puck off.
Still, he squirmed some more because he’d never known Russell to make a wrong move.
Could he have missed something?
He downed the beverage in one gulp to get the courage he needed.
Righting himself, he steeled his features and spoke again.
“I know your dirty little secret and if you want my silence, it has a price. I want—”
And then, his world went black.
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