Hi Guys! So this is the sequel to 'Let's Get The Party Started'. I hope you like it.

If you haven't read the the other story all you need to know is Kurt had a party where Wes and Santana became civil and kind of friends and Puck tried to have his way with Jeff but was caught and got thrown out of the party leaving Jeff scared and confused.

So how the story is going to work is it is going to be on chapter from a different characters perspective but more Nick and Jeff than most characters. So first up is Puck and what happened after he was thrown out of the party.

Puck

There Puck sat, the cold hard metal of the chair pressing against his spine. The police officers had neglected to turn on the heater that was mounted on the wall or maybe they had left it off on purpose, just to make him feel even more uncomfortable than he already was.

In the back of his inebriated mind, he knew he had messed up big time but he couldn't bring himself to care while his head was still swimming with alcohol. That was the beauty of alcohol, Puck conceded. It cleared your mind, left you without a care in the world but now he was wishing that he could make his brain function correctly and so he could realise just how much trouble he really was in.

Once he heard the wail of the police siren, he knew things had turned serious but the fog of the alcohol had clouded his judgement. The guy hadn't been too happy when Puck had tried to take his car, the Mo hawked boy fully intended on giving the car back once he arrived in Lima. Maybe he could have sent it in the mail or some other way. But that guy was unreasonable; did no one know how to share these days? Well Nick Duval didn't, that was for sure.

Puck didn't quite understand the attraction that he had towards Jeff, he knew he liked girls but he had to admit, Jeff was hot. Plus, the fact he brought all that alcohol and had a pretty sweet car only made him more appealing. If it wasn't for the fact that Puck had kissed most of the New Direction girls and wasn't interested in either David or Wes's girlfriends he probably wouldn't have noticed Jeff at all but with the bet he and Santana had going, it was sure to have won him more points.

The Mo hawked boy really had no interest in anything further than a one night stand. He didn't even know what he would do with Jeff if the opportunity had arisen naturally. When someone mentioned something even remotely about gay sex he shut it out but not because he was homophobic. He'd been good friends with Kurt for a few years now and his mannerism or voice didn't bother him like they previously did when they had first been acquainted but he didn't want to envision the act. The thought of it made him cringe, no matter the different ways he let himself think about it- and that was only for a very brief time- he didn't believe it could possibly be comfortable or even enjoyable for that matter.

All he knew was that he would have his way with Jeff then the blonde could go crawling back to his precious little Nick, but he had to make everything so immensely difficult and cause a seen. Puck knew those Prep School boys were going to be a pain in the ass as soon as he met them. The teen shook his head at the thought; he knew that Nick would be protective of his boyfriend when a well-known sex shark would be looming around the party, but he rarely turned down a challenge. The teen had even heard a rumour that Jeff had been bullied pretty severely by well-built football jocks at his previous school before he transferred to Dalton Academy. They took pleasure in getting their grubby hands on him and hurting the blonde anyway they felt like it on any particular occasion. Locker slams, shouting cruel words at him, spreading rumours, tripping him in the halls, dumpster tosses or beating him up behind the bleaches during lunch time or cornering him after school. It occurred to Puck that was maybe why Nick wanted to keep his boyfriend away from a muscular football jock with a reputation of a violent badass.

Puck leant back in his chair with a sigh, slamming his crossed ankles on the table as he swirled the Styrofoam cup around in his hand, watching in disgust at his now cold coffee. Just because he was under arrest didn't mean they had to treat him like a prison, would it kill them to give him some descent coffee? If Puck was suspected of breaking into somewhere there would be no way he would have touched the cup so they could swipe his finger prints but he dubbed it pointless considering they had very much caught him in the act.

He placed the cup down on the plastic table in front of his and shut his eyes, he was feeling incredibly tired all of a sudden; maybe it had something to do with the five mile walk into to town he had taken. That plus the effect of alcohol was spreading warmly throughout his body.

Puck felt himself on the edge of asleep when he heard the heavy wooden door creak open. Cracking one eyelid open to see what was happening, the Mo hawked boy rolled his eyes before returning to his previous state. The officer that had arrested him was slowly walking to the other side of the table, trying to look threatening only resulting in annoying Puck with his whole ridiculous façade.

"Noah Puckerman," Officer Haywood announced, sinking down into his chair as he read the name off the little slip at the top of Puck's file.

"Who wants to know?" Puck asked moodily with a yawn, his eyes starting to feel incredibly heavy.

"There is actually quite a bit that I know about you, I have been reading your file here," Officer Haywood informed as he waved it back and forth in what he hoped to be a fear inducing manner.

"Is that so?" Puck asked disinterested, somewhere in the back of his mind he could he a voice telling him to keep his mouth shut but he ignored it.

"It is so; it says here that this isn't your first offence. Care to tell me how you tried to steal an ATM?" the Officer asked with a cocky tone, Puck ignored him.

"How was your time in that Juvenile detention centre?" the officer goaded. Puck tried his best to block out his annoying voice as he continued on with the questioning. Prodding at his personal life, asking irrelevant questions and adding a few threats in here and there as he tried to scare a confession out of him but Puck had left that conversation a long time ago. He was imagining himself back at the party, watching his friends making fools of themselves out on the dance floor, having a few beers with Finn as he talked about his problem with Rachel being moodier than normal and she was still refusing to put out even after they had had sex for the first time a few weeks ago. He remembered challenging Blaine to drinking shots with him, Blaine unaware that Pucks glasses were filled with water while the curly haired boy's glasses were filled with Patron. The little guy couldn't handle a small amount of alcohol and watching the effects that he experienced afterwards were particularly hilarious.-

"Hey!" the police officer shouted as he slammed the file down on the table. Puck's eyes flew open before he turned to glare at the disturbance.

"What?" Puck shouted right back.

"I don't think you realise how much trouble you are in. You could very easily be returning back to Juvie, be forced to do unprecedented amount of community service hours and you'll be eighteen soon. You will be trailed as an adult and have to go to jail and I can tell you that that is a hell of a lot scarier than Juvie." The officer informed, giving the delinquent a reality check. Puck thought it over; he really was in deep and way over his head. There was no way he was going back to Juvie let alone going to prison, he was jailbait for sure. With panic quickly setting in Puck was ready to tell him everything.

"Alright, alright I'll tell you my alibi. It all started with this guy named Jeff Sterling…"

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