Author's Note: Hey all! Thank you for choosing my story to read. This one is based off my last completed story "Party like a Rockstar". In that one, I lightly touched on the Finn/Rachel/Puck triangle. However, that story was for fun and a bit lighthearted so I didn't delve into the details. If you want, you can read it before this one but it's not nessecary.

This a story for all my Puckleberry lovers.

Prefer Finnchel (Fichel? Finchel?)? Well, I promise I will make one for you as well.

Please review and let me know what you think! The more positive reviews I get, the more I will be compelled to keep up with the writing.

Thank you.

The alarm shrieked into his skull early that Saturday morning. A thin sheet caressed half of his face as he awoke to the window of sunlit illuminated curtains at the edge of the room. Puck lay there, wanting to just be still and rest slightly longer.

Screw it

Stretching for the annoying clock, he slammed the button off with angered force. He didn't want to get up, but he had to. Summer was just around the corner and his pool cleaning skills were high in demand. After all, who was he to deny all of the hot single moms who are in need of his services?

He ran a hand across the top off his freshly cut hair. How he missed his mohawk. Puck always had trouble with the snail-like growth of his hair. To grow it back, It will take him corners of his pouty lips turned down at the thought. A sigh escaped him as he stood up and adjusted the drawstring on his grey sweatpants.

A kaleidoscope of colors snuck under the door from the living room.

Hannah's probably watching that Wizards of Whatever again..

He stepped outside his room and, sure enough, that's exactly what she was doing. His little sister had on her pink pajamas with the kittens all over the pants and slightly grayed socks from picking up the dirt on the floor. She looked up at him as he entered.

" Why did you get that thing? It looks nasty." She bit on her nails and pointed to his nipple ring.

He glanced down quickly, forgetting it was even there. " Because, Munchkin..Mom says I can't get a tattoo because it's permanent. I can still be a rockstar this way."

She rolled her eyes and scoffed at him before pulling her concentration back to the T.V. screen.

The Puckster had better things to do than sit and talk with his annoying sister. The bellow of his stomach called to him. He needed some morning fuel. Without hesitation, he walked through the archway to his right, pulling open the door to the wooden cabinet above his head. The box inside made him grin slyly.

"Come to papa, you Irish midget." There was still enough in the box to fill a bowl or two...Perfect. Milk, 2 percent, was already on the table. Hannah probably had some and forgot to put it back. Spoons were all placed meticulously in the drawer next to him.

"Bowls..Bowls..Where the fuck..." Puck grew more and more frusrated with each second he couldn't find one. An guttural groan drew up from his throat. With a look at the Lucky Charms, he shrugged. He'll do this the clever way. Tilting his head back, he opened his mouth and crammed a handful of marshmallows in it. As he twisted open the cap on the quart size milk bottle and took it too his lips, a loud smack on the back of his head interrupted his process.

"Mm!" He moaned in anger and turned to his mother.

" Don't you look at me like that, Noah Puckerman!" She pointed and raised her voice before bending over and taking a bowl out of the dishwasher, " Now sit your tuckus down. Only animals eat standin' up." She patted his bottom and he silently walked over to the small linoleum table across the room.

Mrs. Puckerman poured herself a cup of coffee. Stirring the sugar in, she began.

" So uh.." Her body was turned away as she spoke, " Quinn called. She's grabbing the last of her things tonight." Quinn Fabray had been living with the Puckermans for the last three months on account of her being pregant. Her family was none too happy about the news and kicked her out. After it was revealed the child was Puck's and not his best friend's, who happened to be Quinn's boyfriend, neither was Finn's mom Carol. The dissapointment spread over to Puck's mother when he offered her his room. She was infuriated. It was already hard enough to support two children on her waitressing jobs. Now, two more mouths to feed? As much as she loved the thought of being a grandmother, the bad outweighed the good in this situation.

Puck watched his cereal get soggy as the thoughts in his mind wandered. He and Finn had slowly made up after the rift came between them. He had wanted so badly to regain the friendship. Why not the romance between Quinn as well? Every time he tried to be the good guy, she was always so unresponsive towards him. He went out of his way to show her what a good father he was going to be to their girl. How stupid could he be? She wants to rid herself of the child. Of the one connection they have left towards one another.

" Noah?" His mother sat down across from him, her mug in both hands.

" Hmm?" He still gazed into the colored milk and mushy marshmallows.

" Look, I know this isn't easy..But you did the right thing. Now, both of you can move on with your lives. Believe me, parenting is a full time job. You don't want no part of it. You'd end up regretting it and trying to do all you can to escape your life."

Puck mumbled something under his breath and started to walk away.

" If you've got something to say, Noah, say it so I can hear it."

His shoulders tensed.

" I said 'I'm not my dad'. Now stop telling me I made the right choice. I had no choice. No one cares what I want. I don't want what's best for me. I want to be a man!" He tried to quell his anger but it came in and out like waves lapping at sea.

" Is that anyway to talk to your mother? Givin' me that tone. Y'know, if you had thought the whole thing through, you wouldn't even've been in this mess you're in..."

Fuck this

Pucked roiled in his rage. Why didn't anyone at least try to see his point of view? He couldn't dwell on the past, he just wanted to know he gave his daughter the father he never had. He didn't need a lesson, or a lecture..He needed support.

He needed to leave. Needed to be alone and find his own way..

and before he could even realize what he was doing, he was out the door.