Fic: Someone's Waiting For You
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karatamTitle: Someone's Waiting For You
Rating: G
Pairing/Characters: Noah, Finn, Will, Beth
Spoilers: up to 'Journey To Regionals'
Word Length: 1200
Summary: It’s kind of ironic that she went to a single mother when there were three men sitting in the waiting room who had all wanted to be her father.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Fox and Ryan Murphy. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit is being made from this work of fiction.
A/N: The photo was created by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dealan311 who also prompted me and beta-ed this. Basically, this is hers. The title is from this song from the movie 'The Rescuers' (I recommend you listen to it while reading).
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She was so small. Tiny, even.
Tiny and perfect.
That was the first thought in everyone’s head as soon as they saw her. She technically didn’t even have a name yet, but people’s lives had been changed forever by her fragile little life. She was loved before she even took her first breath.
But none of them could keep her. They wanted to (oh, how they wanted to) but a nurse came and wrapped her up and took her away. Away to her new mother, to the new person who would care for her and love her.
It’s kind of ironic that she went to a single mother when there were three men (they weren’t boys anymore, not really, not after something like this) sitting in the waiting room who had all wanted to be her father.
/ /
Noah (Puck didn’t fit him well anymore) kept a sonogram tucked in his wallet, pressed between his unused library card and driver’s licence. Quinn didn’t even know he had it; he had taken it from the doctor on the sly. Every once in a while, he’d pull it out and just stare at it, allowing his mind to wander before pulling himself back to the present. Thinking was dangerous when she was involved.
But he couldn’t stop himself from dreaming. He’d climb out of his car (it changed every time) and walk into the house. There would be photos on the wall, but the faces were always hazy, never completely settling on a face. He’d place his breifcaseguitarkeys down by the door and then he’d hear her. She’d be happy of course, giggling and making those noises that every person knows before they even hear them.
When he walks into the room, she looks at him and her face lights up and everything else falls away. The woman’s face is never the same two times in a row, but her face is always the same. Dark blonde hair and brown eyes. His eyes.
He wakes up and stares at the ceiling, yearning for a life that will never happen.
Because she will always be his child and he will never be her father.
/ /
Finn had prepared himself for her, for everything that she would bring, good and bad. He had read books (or tried to, anyways) and watched movies and everything he could think of.
He had been so scared at the beginning, terrified of how his life would never be the same, of how he would have to grow up. But then, something changed.
He saw the little fuzzy black and white peanut shaped blob on the monitor and suddenly she was real.
She was a little girl with Quinn’s eyes and his nose. She was a little girl whose knee he would bandage up after she fell from her bike while riding too fast down the street. She was the little girl who would lick the spoon before she was ever done mixing the batter. She was the little girl he could tuck under his chin while he read his favourite stories to put her to sleep.
She was his daughter and he loved her, with absolutely everything he had.
Even after the news came out and suddenly he wasn’t part of it anymore, he loved her. The entire future he had started picturing in his head was ripped away from him in seconds and he was so angry all the time, but he never stopped. He would have taken her home that day if they had let him.
/ /
Will had always wanted children, had always envisioned his life full of little feet and high-pitched, happy laughter. He wanted babbled accounts of what had happened at preschool and wobbly lips when no dessert was served. He wanted a little hand held tight in his as he crossed the street and arms wrapped around his neck as he spun with a smile on his face.
He spent months thinking that all his dreams were about to come true, that he’d have a child to call his own, but it was all a lie. Just a lie concocted to keep him in line, to keep him hoping that tomorrow would be better, because he’d be one day closer to becoming a father.
He’d see a man hoist a little girl up onto his shoulders or toss a little boy a football, and he’d feel it like a punch to the stomach. He still wanted it so desperately, couldn’t help himself, despite the pain it caused him.
So when Quinn announced that she would be giving the baby away, he couldn't help but wish he could take that baby home with him. It would never happen; he wouldn’t let it happen, but the wish was there all the same. And so he gripped the steering wheel with white-knuckled fists and glanced in the rear-view mirror to where Quinn was sitting between Puck and Mercedes.
He could do this much for that unborn child. He would have done more if he could.
/ /
Noah walked out of the delivery room with a smile on his face and announced that Quinn and the baby were fine and that the baby had been taken to the nursery. Everyone stood and didn’t move as his face fell and his mouth turned down at the corners. His jaw clenched and the cords in his arms tensed.
Will stepped forward and just opened his arms, offering somewhere to hide just for now. Noah fell into them, hurting too much in places he shied away from to really care that there were tears on his cheeks, dripping down onto Will’s shoulder. His hands curled into the back of Will’s shirt and trembled when he felt Santana and Tina place their hands on top of his.
Finn walked around the tight crowd to behind his best friend (because they were even when they were torn apart) and reached out to lay his hand on Noah’s shoulder. His thumb rubbed against the hospital gown instinctively and he could feel the heaving breaths Noah was sucking in.
No one said a word; they all just stood together, offering whatever comfort they could to whoever would take it.
And at the centre were three men who would never be fathers to the little girl they had all considered a daughter.
/ /
The papers were signed quickly and the little girl was given to her new mother. She was wrapped up in a soft blanket and Shelby tucked the little girl close to her chest, reaching out a finger to stroke gently down the little nose.
“Hello, Beth. I’m your mom, sweetheart.”
Beth looked up at the face above her and smiled.
Rating: G
Pairing/Characters: Noah, Finn, Will, Beth
Spoilers: up to 'Journey To Regionals'
Word Length: 1200
Summary: It’s kind of ironic that she went to a single mother when there were three men sitting in the waiting room who had all wanted to be her father.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Fox and Ryan Murphy. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit is being made from this work of fiction.
A/N: The photo was created by
dealan311 who also prompted me and beta-ed this. Basically, this is hers. The title is from this song from the movie 'The Rescuers' (I recommend you listen to it while reading)./ /
/ /
She was so small. Tiny, even.
Tiny and perfect.
That was the first thought in everyone’s head as soon as they saw her. She technically didn’t even have a name yet, but people’s lives had been changed forever by her fragile little life. She was loved before she even took her first breath.
But none of them could keep her. They wanted to (oh, how they wanted to) but a nurse came and wrapped her up and took her away. Away to her new mother, to the new person who would care for her and love her.
It’s kind of ironic that she went to a single mother when there were three men (they weren’t boys anymore, not really, not after something like this) sitting in the waiting room who had all wanted to be her father.
/ /
Noah (Puck didn’t fit him well anymore) kept a sonogram tucked in his wallet, pressed between his unused library card and driver’s licence. Quinn didn’t even know he had it; he had taken it from the doctor on the sly. Every once in a while, he’d pull it out and just stare at it, allowing his mind to wander before pulling himself back to the present. Thinking was dangerous when she was involved.
But he couldn’t stop himself from dreaming. He’d climb out of his car (it changed every time) and walk into the house. There would be photos on the wall, but the faces were always hazy, never completely settling on a face. He’d place his breifcaseguitarkeys down by the door and then he’d hear her. She’d be happy of course, giggling and making those noises that every person knows before they even hear them.
When he walks into the room, she looks at him and her face lights up and everything else falls away. The woman’s face is never the same two times in a row, but her face is always the same. Dark blonde hair and brown eyes. His eyes.
He wakes up and stares at the ceiling, yearning for a life that will never happen.
Because she will always be his child and he will never be her father.
/ /
Finn had prepared himself for her, for everything that she would bring, good and bad. He had read books (or tried to, anyways) and watched movies and everything he could think of.
He had been so scared at the beginning, terrified of how his life would never be the same, of how he would have to grow up. But then, something changed.
He saw the little fuzzy black and white peanut shaped blob on the monitor and suddenly she was real.
She was a little girl with Quinn’s eyes and his nose. She was a little girl whose knee he would bandage up after she fell from her bike while riding too fast down the street. She was the little girl who would lick the spoon before she was ever done mixing the batter. She was the little girl he could tuck under his chin while he read his favourite stories to put her to sleep.
She was his daughter and he loved her, with absolutely everything he had.
Even after the news came out and suddenly he wasn’t part of it anymore, he loved her. The entire future he had started picturing in his head was ripped away from him in seconds and he was so angry all the time, but he never stopped. He would have taken her home that day if they had let him.
/ /
Will had always wanted children, had always envisioned his life full of little feet and high-pitched, happy laughter. He wanted babbled accounts of what had happened at preschool and wobbly lips when no dessert was served. He wanted a little hand held tight in his as he crossed the street and arms wrapped around his neck as he spun with a smile on his face.
He spent months thinking that all his dreams were about to come true, that he’d have a child to call his own, but it was all a lie. Just a lie concocted to keep him in line, to keep him hoping that tomorrow would be better, because he’d be one day closer to becoming a father.
He’d see a man hoist a little girl up onto his shoulders or toss a little boy a football, and he’d feel it like a punch to the stomach. He still wanted it so desperately, couldn’t help himself, despite the pain it caused him.
So when Quinn announced that she would be giving the baby away, he couldn't help but wish he could take that baby home with him. It would never happen; he wouldn’t let it happen, but the wish was there all the same. And so he gripped the steering wheel with white-knuckled fists and glanced in the rear-view mirror to where Quinn was sitting between Puck and Mercedes.
He could do this much for that unborn child. He would have done more if he could.
/ /
Noah walked out of the delivery room with a smile on his face and announced that Quinn and the baby were fine and that the baby had been taken to the nursery. Everyone stood and didn’t move as his face fell and his mouth turned down at the corners. His jaw clenched and the cords in his arms tensed.
Will stepped forward and just opened his arms, offering somewhere to hide just for now. Noah fell into them, hurting too much in places he shied away from to really care that there were tears on his cheeks, dripping down onto Will’s shoulder. His hands curled into the back of Will’s shirt and trembled when he felt Santana and Tina place their hands on top of his.
Finn walked around the tight crowd to behind his best friend (because they were even when they were torn apart) and reached out to lay his hand on Noah’s shoulder. His thumb rubbed against the hospital gown instinctively and he could feel the heaving breaths Noah was sucking in.
No one said a word; they all just stood together, offering whatever comfort they could to whoever would take it.
And at the centre were three men who would never be fathers to the little girl they had all considered a daughter.
/ /
The papers were signed quickly and the little girl was given to her new mother. She was wrapped up in a soft blanket and Shelby tucked the little girl close to her chest, reaching out a finger to stroke gently down the little nose.
“Hello, Beth. I’m your mom, sweetheart.”
Beth looked up at the face above her and smiled.
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Date: 2011-03-15 11:14 pm (UTC)and I ship Puck/Beth (babydaddy) and Will/Beth so much...
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Date: 2011-04-06 01:35 am (UTC)Thank you so much for reading.
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Date: 2011-03-16 04:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-06 01:36 am (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed it!
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Date: 2011-03-16 02:03 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-04-06 01:37 am (UTC)Thanks for reading, love <3
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Date: 2011-03-16 09:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-06 01:38 am (UTC):D
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Date: 2011-05-05 06:21 am (UTC)I love Will and the part where he just opened his arms, and essentially his heart, to Noah- SO FRICKIN' BEAUTIFUL! ♥