A/N: I do not own anything to do with Glee, nor do I own the poems (All poems are property of Shel Silverstein). Pity.

A Light In The Attic

There's a light in the attic.

Though the house is dark and shuttered,

I can see a flickerin' flutter,

And I know what it's about.

There's a light in the attic.

I can see it from outside,

And I know you're on the inside… lookin' out.

A/N: There's an illustration on the page with this poem, and I think it helps understand what the poem means. Here's a link to it: http:/scoppioingola dot org/attic/cover dot gif

Me and Santana were at a party with the jocks and the Cheerios. I don't even know whose party it is, San just said some guy on the football team was throwing one, and since we were Cheerios, we were automatically invited.

I like parties. Most of the time they're dumb.

I don't see that many people I know, but that's okay, because Santana said she was just going to get us some drinks, and that she'd be back in a minute.

There's Puck leaning with his back against the counter, only there's no one there with him, which is unusual. His arms are crossed, and he's got this weird expression on his face, kind of like someone just punched him in the stomach, but he was always expecting it and it only just finally happened.

I was about to go up to him and ask him if anything was wrong, but then a freshmen cheerio slowly walked up to him. I could see her quietly asking him if he was okay, and then his entire face changed.

He put on a wolfish grin, and said, loud enough that I could hear him, "Just wondering when you were gonna come over here, babe. Wanna make out?"

The freshmen scrunched up her face in disgust. "Eww! No way, jerk!" She stomped away and I shook my head a little. She had a lot to learn. For example, calling Puck a jerk was practically giving him a compliment compared to what other people called him.

I looked back over at him. He still had that look on his face, but now he had that smirk pasted over it. I don't get how no one noticed the fake smile and missed the lonely look in his eyes. What was he looking at to make him look so sad anyways?

I turned around and scanned the crowd. There was Matt, Azimio, a bunch of football jocks dancing with some Cheerios, Karofsky, Finn and Quinn dancing with each other…

My eyebrows scrunched together as turned my head towards Puck again. Why was he looking at Quinn like that? I started to take a step towards him, but then Santana appeared at my side.

"Hey Brit, whatcha looking at?"

"Huh?" I turned to her and accepted the drink she was holding out to me. "Santana!" My face split into a grin, all thoughts of Puck wiped from my mind.

She smiled back at me. She linked her pinky with mine and took a sip from her cup before asking, "Where were you about to go?"

"Oh!" I remembered what I was doing. "Umm, Puck was watching Quinn and Finn, and he looked really sad, well, not really sad, more like he just wasn't happy, like he was hurting. So I was just gonna go talk to him."

Santana took a moment to absorb what I just said, and then she looked over at him. "Don't be ridiculous, Brit. Look, he's fine, see?"

I turned around and saw he was now joking with a bunch of guys. And he did look fine. Guess Santana was right. There was nothing hurting him now. But there was before. I know I saw something. It must be hiding.

But I just shrugged and said. "Okay."

Then she tugged on my hand, and we turned around and walked away.