A/N: Hey guys! As you may know, I am already working on a fic for you, and don't worry; it is NOT being put on hold. I am just doing two at the same time.

As you all probably know, I am a hardcore Puck stan. I could go on forever about how much I love that character, and I know I am not the only one who is feeling a little uneasy when it comes to his pool-cleaning service, which really is only a cover-up for prostitution. So I decided to give my own take on it. Enjoy!

It started back in sophomore year. He had just turned sixteen when it started; it was right before he joined Acafellas. Right after Santana had dumped him over his credit score. He didn't want to admit it, but that had hurt him a little. Not as much the dumping as the way she had done it.

So, even though his ways of dealing with shit being thrown at him, usually consisted in locking it all inside or just strum some song on his guitar, and then when time came, lash it all out to the nearest person, this time he actually decided to take some action and do something to get over it.

Did he ever love Santana Lopez? Maybe. He didn't really know. Did he feel sort of close to heartbroken at her absence? Probably. But he felt more lonely than heartbroken.

He knew he wasn't a nice guy. He was no Finn. He couldn't make mistakes and then have people magically forget about them the week after. And apologizing really wasn't his style, but that was mostly because his apologies had never seemed to work.

He'd tried to apologize to his father for making him so angry back when he was still around, but no matter how many times Puck had apologized for what he couldn't comprehend he had done wrong during those times, his father had just shrugged him off and beat him again after a few days.

So he just kind of went along with it. And he realized that seeing as he couldn't be so easily forgiven for what he had done, and apologizing wouldn't do him any good, he had to look for what he had to give to make people care about him. To make people see him in a somewhat different light.

But what did he have to give? Not much, he figured. He wasn't a nice person. He had already mentioned that he was no Finn. No one could ever see him as some innocent poor little thing. Quite the opposite, and most of the time, he was perfectly cool with that. He noticed a lot of things about a lot of people; good and bad, but when he noticed something bad was up in their lives, he rarely ever reached out to them.

They would probably not want any help from him anyway.

School wasn't his biggest strength. He magically happened to be good enough in math to not attend any classes, but still study for his tests and get good enough grades to pass the classes every year. But yes, seeing as he never attended class, that was already out the trash.

One could ask; didn't anyone really care about him? His mother? The answer was a big fat no, as far as he was concerned. She had stopped caring back when… Scratch that, she had never cared.

No one did. And he had deserved that carefreeness from people around him. He was an asshole, after all.

But that didn't mean he didn't need someone to care for him. To take care of him. Right now, after Santana's break up, he seemed to need it more than ever. So much he nearly had become desperate.

God, he was pathetic.

He had heard people referring to him as a man-child before. He hadn't really known what they'd meant at first, but as of right now, as he sat there in his car, about to make one of his most life-changing decisions, he thought that he sort of had a clue.

It was true that he somehow had been forced to grow up a little too fast for his liking. He had after all had to learn to become the man of the house at age ten. His family had been pretty domestic like that. He'd lost his virginity at age thirteen, and he had already now, at age sixteen, been in more fights than the average male of Ohio had in a lifetime.

But that was just it. He was sixteen. A sixteen year old boy who had never felt like anyone could ever love him. The closest he had come was Mrs. Hudson. She took him into her home so warmly and naturally sometimes that Puck found himself for just a brief second imagining she was his mother for real.

So maybe this would be the perfect job for him, after all. As far as he was concerned, it would fit all his needs, at the same time as he wouldn't get more than he had deserved.

It was pretty immoral, sure, but his morals had pretty much gone out the window a long time ago anyway.

You know, actually this wasn't illegal either. It wasn't statutory rape, no matter what people said, so he didn't really get what the big deal was. He deserved someone to care for him like everybody else… Couldn't they all at least agree on that? But he didn't deserve it the same way every other kid deserved it.

So he took a deep breath and made up his mind. He was going to do this. He gave a dry chuckle. It was pretty ironic really; he wasn't exactly the brightest of guys, but he had a livid imagination, coming up with this somewhat insane plan all on his own.

So with another deep breath, he got out of his car and headed for Mrs. Johnson's house.

Maybe now he would somehow find the care he'd been longing after for so long.

Because here was the thing about Noah Puckerman, if he for one second should allow himself to be really honest with himself: He had, despite everything, a few vulnerabilities. As soon as anyone made him feel like he was worth a shit, which didn't happen very often, he'd do the only thing he was good for to make them keep feeling that way.

And the only thing he seemed to be good for was a warm body in bed. And that was the reality of the situation.