Mending Broken Pieces Chapter one, a glee fanfic

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of its characters.

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Mending Broken Pieces

Chapter One

"Hi, I'm Puck and I'm an alcoholic" he said looking over the small crowd that had gathered this Wednesday night in the dusty moldy basement at Lima's church, he had been going for five months now and most of the faces were someone he knew, "I've been sober for three months, twelve days and a couple of hours" he continued looking down while he moved around a little so his beg wouldn't hurt as much, "so this is actually my last meeting in this place, I'm moving this weekend, don't worry I'm still into my recovery and Steve already set me up with someone in New York" he told them with a smirk, "So if you are new to my story let's break it down for you, I started drinking after an accident around three years ago, I was on my way back to Lima on my bike when it happened, it had rained and I went of the road, hit a three and went flying. Next thing I knew I was waking up in a hospital bed almost a month later. I was lucky to survive, but for a while I didn't feel lucky, I was chained to a bed for two months while they did surgery after surgery on my back and leg and when they finally let me out from the hospital I was chained to a wheelchair" he took a short breather, "It took a little over a year for me to start walking again and in that time I developed some bad habits, I had started drinking, beers most of the time, Whiskey on the really bad days. It got worse by time and soon I was sitting in the pub all day and someone had to bring me home. I used alcohol to ease the pain, since my leg never fully did recover, I used tit to feel better about myself, it became my solution for everything, I had to have it"

He had started drinking heavily after the accident, first it was just a couple of beers, then it was more beers or more whiskey. At first he drank because he was hurt, not just his body even tough it sucked not being able to move around as freely anymore, but he didn't know where he should go from there? He had his mind set on the air force, he had been there a couple of years and he fucking loved it, it had been his calling and when that was taken away from him he didn't know what he should do, so he turned to drinking.

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He had told this story many times over the months he had been coming to these meetings, most of the group had heard it before, but there were always someone new, and he didn't tell it for them but for a way to remind himself why he was there

"I was a big fucking ugly drunk" he snorted, "I know we all say we were, but I was even a bigger asshole than usual. All my new friends where drunks, sorry. I was always hanging at the pub, I yelled at everyone, my ma, my wife, scaring them. I was drunk from the moment I woke up in the morning to the time I went to bed. I lost almost all my old friends"

"But then something happened five months ago, I came home from the pub, my wife wasn't home, I took a shower and took a look in the mirror and the man staring back wasn't me, I didn't recognize myself, for a moment I was looking at my dad, my fucking dad, a man I never wanted to become and I was there. It fucking sucked and I knew I had to change my life or else I would always be him. The next day I went to my first meeting" that had been hard, his ma had pushed him in the door, she had been stoked when he came around her house and told her he needed to clean up his act, sure it had been in the middle of the night but she didn't say anything. After that first meeting his ma had taken him home locked him into his old bedroom for two weeks, only getting him out for meetings and meals. It hadn't been a good time, he had screamed, threatened and yelled at her through the door, puked all over the room, but she didn't give up. "Two months later I slipped up, my wife came and told me she wanted a divorce, I wasn't sad because she wanted a divorce either I just felt like a failure, the loser everyone told me I was gonna be", that night he had come to his ma drunk with a bag in his hand, she had slapped him, hugged him and sent him to bed, the next day she drove him to a meeting.

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"Yesterday I almost bought a six-pack, I sat in my ma's car outside the store for almost an hour before driving off" he had been at their house, her house, yesterday and picked up the last off his stuff , she had stood there with her new boyfriend (or old, since she had screwed the dude for two years). He wasn't surprised when Quinn came home and told him she wanted a divorce, she had told him to get the fuck out a couple of times over the years but this was the very first time she had used the word divorce so he knew it was serious so he had packed a bag and headed for the pub, he didn't even raise an eyebrow when she told him she had been seeing someone behind his back, he didn't feel sad or even angry. There was no feelings left there, so who the fuck could blame her?

After telling his story he sat back down and listened to some of the others, he wondered what people he would meet, what stories he would hear when he came to New York. He never planned to move to New York, but two months ago an old buddy from the air force told him he had a job for him, nothing big but it was more than he had so he accepted. He had even went online and signed up for some classes at night school, who the fuck would believe that? He was gonna take a simple business economics class, and a music class just for fun, so maybe he wanted a lot to do when he got there so he didn't screw things up. His air force buddy had found him an apartment in the city as well, so he was pretty much set up.

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Two days later he and his ma was headed out off town, he couldn't really drive (at least that's what the doctors had told him) so his ma had said she would drive the nine or so hours it would take to get to New York, and she was even staying for a couple of days to help him get settled in the new apartment. He didn't own much, some clothes, a few pieces of furniture and a couple of guitars, he didn't even own a fucking bed.

He had sent a message to Quinn last night, giving her his new address and told her he hoped things would work out for her. They had been happy until the accident, even if things was hard with him in the air force and her in college, but somehow they had made it work and when she found a job in Lima and they got married. He wasn't actually home much that first year they were married. After the accident things changed, he changed and she may have tried the first year but she also changed and they would even end up fighting and she started bringing out the worst in him, and somewhere down the line he had stopped loving her and she did the same.

He was so angry after the accident, like he wasn't angry enough? And when he started drinking more, he got angrier and pushed almost everyone away, when Artie came around when he was at home visiting he threw him out, Jake had stopped calling and Mr Schue walked the other way when he would see him in the store or something, this may or may not have something to due with him hitting him with his cane for some reason unknown, he was drunk.

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When his ma drive the cars out of Lima he tried not to look back, but he still did, sure he would come visit sometimes but he would never live in that town again.

"Are you sure you want this Noah, it's not too late for me to turn the car around" his ma said,

"Ma, didn't we like talk about this yesterday?"

"We did, but as your mother I only wants what's best for you"

"I'm a big boy ma", he said shaking his head,

"I know, but what about your recovery"

"I told you, Steve has already organized a sponsor for me, first meeting on Monday and I'm not gonna screw up ma"

"I just wish you could just stay in Lima, and.."

"Ma, come on, everyone there thinks I'm this big drunk who'll never change, they are just betting on me screwing up, and Andy got me this job and there ain't many jobs for someone like me in Lima, not only a recovering drunk but, you know" he said pointing at his leg,

"And you called up the physical therapist they recommended right?"

"Yup" he said, "there gonna call me back in a couple of days to give me an appointment" he said looking out the window of the car, "And you know Sam from high school? He's gonna come visit me when he get's back from Florida next week"

"That's great Noah, you pushed everyone away after the accident, have you talked to anyone else from high school?"

"Not really, just told Sam a couple of weeks ago that I was moving to New York when I chatted with him on Facebook, haven't seen most of them since the wedding"

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The drove for almost the whole day, a few stops to get something to eat and stretch their legs, and soon could see New York in front of them.

"I'm gonna call Andy and let him know we are driving into town" he said and took his phone out from his pocket and made the call while his ma continued driving.

When they finally, his ma actually got lost, came around to the address Andy had given him he was standing there waiting for them, Andy was a couple of years older than him, he had already specks of gray in his dark hair, tall and if he wasn't so damn happy and smiley all the time people would be scared of him since he had big muscles and looked like he belonged in a gang. When he joined the air force Andy was one of the older ones who took him under his wings and after the accident he was one of the few he stayed in contact with, drunk or not.

"Puckerman!" Andy said laughing when he finally got out of the car, "You look good man"

"No need to lie" he said, "I look like shit"

"You looked worse when I visited you last year" Andy said as he walked over to the car helping his mother take out his stuff, "You want me to find you a place to park the car Mrs Puckerman?" he asked and his ma nodded and gave Andy the keys, "You guys hang out here, I'll be right back".

When Andy came back almost ten minutes later he told them where he parked the car and that he would show his ma later.

"Anyway, let's take a look at your apartment. Like I said it's quite small, but it will be fine right? You can always move later" Andy told him starting carrying his stuff inside, "it's on the third floor though"

"Fucking great" he mumbled, picking up one of his guitars and following him.

"Relax man, there's an elevator" Andy told him laughing walking in to the building, "come on Mrs Puckerman" he said holding the door open for them. It sucked that he couldn't actually move his stuff himself, but his leg hurt like hell and he had to use the cane to get around, like a fucking old person.

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To say the truth, the apartment sucked, a small bathroom, then a kitchen slash living room slash bedroom, but at least it was clean, well clean enough for him, but his ma had already told him she would wash down the place tomorrow before they got any more furniture in to the place,

"Thanks man, for setting me up with a job and this" he told Andy,

"No problem man, I know a lot of people who own me favors" he laughed,

"So anywhere close we could grab some food?" he asked,

"And a hotel please, Noah you can not sleep here tonight, there is no bed" his ma said,

"Sure, there's both just down the road" Andy said with a smile, "I'll take you"

"That would be great" he said, " I wondered if you would help me getting some furniture tomorrow, at least a bed and some other things, I would do it myself, but it's not that easy when you have to concentrate just to walk"

"Sure man" Andy said, "no problem, kinda figured you would ask".

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The next morning Andy came around and took him to a place where he could find some very cheap furniture while his ma was at the apartment cleaning. When they got back to the apartment Andy (with help from his ma) got the bed and other furniture inside his apartment, thank god for the elevator. He didn't need much, the apartment had most of the things he needed (like a fridge) and he already owned a TV, but the bed was kind off an important. Since Andy had to leave town that night he left not long after he helped getting the furniture upstairs and then it was just him and his ma. He watched as his ma made the apartment livable(her words), she put up some curtains that were to fucking bright with fucking flowers on them, he was still a dude wasn't he? And she had even bought some fucking plants that would be dead in a week or two, but whatever made her happy right? He could always take down the curtains when she left.

His ma was heading home the next morning after taking him to an early breakfast,

"I noticed a Temple two blocks away Noah" she told him, "there could be some nice Jewish girls there you know"

"Ma, not divorced yet" he stated shaking his head, "and I'm damaged goods ma"

"Nonsense Noah, you are a handsome young man who can still give me Jewish grandchildren"

"Oh my god, I'm not gonna date in at least eight months ma, and you have grandchildren, isn't your daughter pregnant again?"

"Yes of course, she is going to have two small children before she's even 22, it's not gonna be easy"

"You already told her that when she called last month to tell you she was pregnant"

"Of course I did, and her boyfriend isn't even Jewish, he is an atheist Noah"

"I know ma, nothing wrong with that" he told her, "So go to my meetings, go to temple, go to my job and my classes, any more you need to tell me before you leave?"

"No, I have faith in you Noah, call me whenever" his ma opened the car door and leaned over to give him a hug, "you can always come home to Lima you know" she said with tears in her eyes before sitting down in the car,

"Not gonna happen ma, only for visits, drive safely"

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All alone in New York he spent the night eating some pizza and watching some television, then he looked up all the need to know place on a map online(AA, job, classes, stores), as he got ready for bed his phone rang, when he noticed who it he almost ignored it, he wanted to sleep,

"Hi" he said sitting down on his bed,

"Hi" Quinn told him, "have you gotten in to your place?"

"Yup" he said, "What do you want, it's kinda late?"

"Well, Brian asked me to marry him tonight"

"We're not even divorced yet" he said,
"I know that, I just wanted to tell you before anyone else did"
"You said yes?"

"I did, Brian is a good man"

"Yeah, good" he said looking at his alarm clock, "look Quinn, I really need to get to bed so.."

"Sure, of course, I just wanted you to know"
"Thanks for telling me, but our marriage ended with the accident, and I want you to be happy and if marrying Brian is what you want then go for it, you deserve to have at least one happy marriage right?"

"Yes, Thank you, I hope you find someone who makes you happy too"
"Not gonna happen anytime soon Quinn, but thanks, I'm sorry you know, for everything"

"I know, me too"

"So yeah, good luck with Brian, just send the papers to the address I gave you and I'll sign them and you can start planning your wedding with Brian, tell him I said hello"
"Great, good luck Puck" they hung up and he laid down on the bed and fell asleep.

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His first week in the city had gone by pretty fast, his worked sucked but at least he earned some money, and some of the guys at the office was cool, but some of them partied way to hard so he couldn't actually hang with most of them outside the office. His first AA meeting had been pretty good, his new sponsor was this awesome wannabee rocker in his late forty's who had been sober for 14 years, the dude owned a music store and teaches guitar to kids. From the meetings he had been to this weeks (he went every day) he quickly found out that other than the few who had been there forever there was always changes, and there was always some weird stories going around. His sponsor whose name is Walt was one of them who always checked up on you, nothing much, a phone call or a text asking how you were, but he didn't mind at all.

He had been to both his classes and it was actually pretty awesome, so he had actually had a good first week in the city.

Since he had been pretty busy all week, he didn't really know what to do when the weekend came, he had been to an early meeting and his day were completely empty, so he was actually fucking happy when Sam sent him a text and told him he was coming over. About an hour later there was a knock on the door and when he opened he found two face from high school instead of two,

"Suprise" Blaine said grinning, before he walked inside with Sam following, "Sam told me he was gonna see you and I kinda tagged along, hope you don't mind" Blaine told him standing in the middle of his apartment taking a look around,

"Uh, no it's fine" he said closing the door, "just find a seat"

"So how are you? Haven't seen you in four years" Blaine said sitting down,

"Yeah, last time was the wedding I guess, I'm fine, could be better but have been worse" he said, "want something to drink? I have water, milk and maybe some orange juice"

"Water will be fine" they both told him and he went to find some bottles, and came back and sat down in the chair.

"Sorry about not visiting after the accident" Sam said, "but I was busy and stuff and then I stopped hearing from you so"

"It's fine" he muttered taking a sip of water,

"So what are you doing here?" Blaine asked, "What have you been up to after the accident? We don't really know much, you're not one to update your Facebook wall"

"Well I'm here because I got a job, and other than making myself walk again I spent the last three years drinking way more than I should do"

"And Quinn? Is she moving here?" Blaine asked,

"Shit, I forgot to tell him" Sam said,

"We're getting divorced, I would think it would have been all over her Facebook page" He said with a smirk,

"Oh, I'm not friends with here on Facebook anymore" Blaine said, "Sorry about the divorce"

"It's fine"

"at least I told him you're in AA, he wanted to bring beer" Sam said smiling,

"Well, you guys surprised?" he said trying to laugh, "So whats up with you Blaine?"

"Not much, I teach some when I'm not working in the theater"

"Your on Broadway? Cool"

"No, I'm an understudy on a Off-Off-way off-Broadway show" Blaine said laughing, "but I love teaching so I don't mind"

"Okay, that's the most important thing right" he said sending Blaine a smile, "And Sam is modeling, saw you in a magazine just the other day"

"Yeah, I'm getting to old, have to find something else soon, if I was more famous I could become a singer or an actor, but"

"Dude your 26" he said, "at least you look great, I need to build some muscles again, all that drinking did some things to my body, and the accident didn't help"

"Got any scars?" Sam asked,

"Yeah, but not in my hot face though" he said making the two other boys laugh.

"Rachel is coming back to town" Blaine said, they had ordered pizza and was sitting in his apartment waiting on them to arrive,
"Her show were canceled right?" he asked, "didn't watch it but I think Quinn did"

"Yeah, I think so"

"How is she? I haven't seen here in almost six years" he asked,

"She's fine" Sam said,

"Sammy over here is the only one who has actually talked to her face to face for years, and I think that's only because Sam dated that actress for a while and they would sometimes bump into each other" Blaine said with a sad smile, "I get a message from her once in a while but she's busy"

"Sorry" he said, not really knowing what to say,

"Hopefully she will have time for her old friends when she comes back to town" Sam said,

"So do you stay in touch with some of the others?" he asked, knowing that many of them ended up in New York,

"Santana and Artie we see the most" Sam said, "but we talk to Kurt sometimes, but he is kinda busy in London, and we see Brittany when she's in town" he looked over at Blaine and noticed he had a small frown on his face.

"I kinda own Artie an apology" he said,

"He's not angry at you, he told us the story and he understood, but you should give him a call, he's in L.A now though, at least for a couple of weeks"

"What happened there? Blaine and Kurt?" he asked when Blaine went to the bathroom,

"they tried, but they ended things a year ago. It's one thing living in different city's and another living in different countries, they still talk on the phone from time to time"

"That sucks" he said,

"What sucks?" Blaine asked joining them,

"This apartment" Sam said,

"Yeah, it's even smaller than the loft" Blaine said laughing.

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Monday after work he went for an another AA-meeting, he sat down in the back, he wanted to observe today and maybe talk with Walt some later. Most days he didn't really notice the people around him, there was way more people than in the meetings in Lima and they all kinda blended after a while.

He watched as Walt talked to a newcomer,"So we have some new people here today" Walt said, "do one of you want to go first?" he noticed someone raising their hand and walking up, he didn't really pay attention he was pretty tired and his leg had acted up all day.

"Hello, my name is Rachel"

"Hello Rachel" , the voice seemed familiar somehow but for a reason he didn't look up,

"I feel wrong for standing up here, since I don't actually have a drinking problem, but I got fired from my work because I came there drunk, and it was a one time thing, I normally don't drink at all, anyway my agent sent me her after I moved back to New York and Walt told me I could sit in on a few meetings and get inspired" Agent? Moving Back? Rachel? He looked up at the woman standing in the front talking. No fucking way? Rachel fucking Berry? "I just want to say thank you for letting me be here" she finished and Walt nodded to her and she sat back down in her seat. While listening to some off the others talk but his eyes kept going back to the back of Rachel's head, out off all the places he would see her again she suddenly decided to show up at his meeting? Weird.

When the meeting ended he stayed seated until he noticed Rachel walking past him and then he followed her, not in a creepy stalker way, but just walking behind her (far behind since he was walking really slow these days). Rachel had stopped on the sidewalk and he walked up behind here,

"Berry" he said, she turned and he noticed the shock on her face when she saw him,

"Noah, what?How? What are you doing here?" he didn't know if she meant the city or the meeting,

"I'm Noah Puckerman, I'm an alcoholic" slipped out of him and he put his hand out, Rachel just looked at him and his hand and he started to laugh, "you're supposed to shake it"

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AN:

I can't believe I am actually putting this story out there. Scary.

The story is five chapters, and the story will be over some time and in some of the later chapters there will be some jumping forward in time, since I don't want to drag anything out and make it to long.

The entire story is from Puck's POV.

The characters are most likely OOC.

I hope you like this story, and that I'm not a horrible writer. Keep in mind that I do not write English on a day to day basic so my fingers will make mistakes, but I will try to catch and fix every one of them.

The story is done so every chapters should be up..