Noah Puckerman wondered when the line between bad-ass and ass-hole had been crossed.
He supposes it was right around the time he knocked up his best friend's girlfriend.
He knows he should've seen it coming. Finn was going to find out sooner or later, and Quinn was just stupid to think that he wouldn't. He expected the fight, and the tears, and the anger. He didn't, however, expect for every single person in the god damned school to cut him off.
It was about a week after Rachel dropped the bomb on Finn that Puck realized he'd become a social leper. He'd gone to a party at Karofsky's house and tried to hook up with one of the newer Cheerios. She raised an eyebrow at his signature smirk and laughed. She fucking laughed at him!
After the slut pranced away, Puck wandered over to a huddle of his football buddies and attempted to join the conversation, when a freshman asked him what the hell he thought he was doing here. And then, when Puck threatened to kick his ass, he was laughed at (again!) and told to go home.
Home. On a Friday night. A complete foreign concept.
However, Noah Puckerman was not one to give up easily. He spotted Brittany and Santana making out in a corner and hurried over to them. Throwing an arm around each of their shoulders, he waited for them to realize they had company. It didn't take long.
Santana scoffed and informed him that getting Quinn pregnant was a 'fucking stupid thing to do, Puckerman', and that he should let things cool down between he and Finn before showing up at parties, because 'dude, everyone kind of hates your guts right now'.
Feeling dejected and hurt (but mostly really, really pissed off), Puck stormed out of Karofsky's house and over to his parked car. He was back home in minutes, slamming both the front and his bedroom doors behind him.
It didn't take long for his boredom to become too much, and, seeing that it was only eleven o'clock, Puck decided that he was not going to sit in his room on a Friday night like a fucking loser.
So he went to Waffle House.
And then he all but groaned when he saw that Wheels, Goth Chick, Aretha, and Hummel were there, too. And to make matters worse, Aretha was fucking waving at him to join them.
He did.
And four hours, six waffles, and one hot chocolate later, the five were being kicked out for disrupting other customers and Puck was not ashamed (actually, he was pretty damn ashamed but that didn't make it any less true) to admit that he'd just experienced the best Friday night he'd had in years.
Just as he began pondering exactly what that fact meant about himself, Aretha announced that she was going to be late for curfew if she didn't go straight home, and since Wheels and Goth Chick had already been picked up by Senior Wheels and Hummel's house was in the opposite direction of hers, could Puck please pretty please drop Kurt off.
Something was definitely wrong and Puck was beginning to worry about his mental health because he agreed without a second thought.
By the end of the night, Wheels had become Artie, Goth Chick became Tina, and Hummel became Kurt (Puck would've been fine with calling Aretha Mercedes, but she insisted he stick with Aretha because something about diva blah blah some shit he doesn't care about), and the four long-time losers and the newest member of the lowest of the low had standing Friday night plans for Waffle House.
Including Puck being Kurt's ride home.
He actually wasn't ashamed to admit that the ride home was his favorite part.