A/N: This is my first Glee fanfic. I've written fanfic before but not really ventured into the glee genre. I'm a big fan of Puck. Used to be a Finn fan, but I was converted over to Puck he seems a lot more complicated, there are more avenues to venture down and explore. So yeah, please read and review, tell me what you really think. This could be a one shot or I could go on develop it a little more.

"I'm sick and tired of it!" Lloyd yelled hurling a glass at the kitchen wall. "Stop disrespecting me!"

Deborah Puckerman sat at the kitchen table. Her lip quivering as she tried to keep a hold over any self control she still possessed. At the sound of the glass smashing she flinched, but only slightly she had grown used to all the violence now.

"Stop talking to people when you're out with me, embarrassing me in front of people. Stop!" Lloyd continued to yell, his hands now placed either side of her against the wall as he leaned in so he was screaming in her face. All she could smell was the stale cigarette smoke and fumes of alcohol on his breath.

Deborah turned her head to the side, trying to shrink away from the violent man that she thought she loved. "I-I-I-I'm sorry." She sobbed, tears now running down her face.

"Sorry? Sorry doesn't cut it!" Lloyd sneered, pushing himself away from her. "You make me sick." He snarled as he left the room, heading back into the living room where a football game was then blaring across the television set.

". . . Noah!" Mr Shue called out, trying to catch the young man's attention. He had drifted off into his own world for the third time that afternoon.

"What?" Noah answered snapping his attention to Mr Shue their Choir master.

"I was just saying I think the boys should rally together and come up with a kick-arse anthem, while the girls do the same." Mr shuester announced once more, this time with Puck listening.

The bell called out through the corridors, announcing next period had started. Everyone jumped to their feet, collecting bags and folders before scurrying out of the Choir room door. As usual, Rachel was the first one to leave making sure she was at her next class dead on schedule. Kurt and Mercedes followed soon after discussing the latest fashion trend, while Brittanny and Santanna whispered to one and other as they left. Finn, Mike, Artie and Tina hung back talking about going to watch a movie later on that day after school, as Sam and Quinn made out before their next class.

As for Puck, still feeling excluded from the group after the whole baby mamma drama, he packed up his things and left. As he made his way towards his locker, to pull out his books for his next class, he couldn't help but keep looking at his phone, at the text his mother had sent him an hour ago.

"Puck, could you pick your sister up from school for me. I'm not feeling well. Mum xxx."

When his mother wasn't well, it usually meant she'd gotten on the wrong side of Lloyds temper. She would hide away in her bedroom, keeping her bruises covered, wallowing in her own self pity. She expected Puck to keep things together, make sure Sarah was looked after, that the house was clean so Lloyd wouldn't go off on one again. In the end it always came down to Puck. He just hoped his mother was okay. He still didn't understand why she hadn't kicked him out long before now. It was only the odd occasion when Lloyd lost his temper when he first started living with them, and even then it wasn't aimed anyone, he would just shout and scream. But recently his tempter had become worse, his fuse had gotten shorter and he was beginning to get violent with Puck's mother on a monthly basis now.

Once collecting all his books and ditching the ones he didn't need, Puck closed his locker and made his way to his next class. His was mother constantly in the back of his mind as he tried his hardest to concentrate in class. He didn't want to end up like a Lima loser like his father, or even worse like Lloyd, so he needed to make sure his head was focused on class. However, he couldn't help but fret over what had happened to his mom.

As soon as School was out Puck ran to his truck and quickly drove over to his sister's school, determined not to be late picking her up. He would explain to coach later why he'd missed practice with some made up excuse. Right now picking Sarah up, getting her home and checking on their mother was more important.

"Hey tiny." Puck greeted his little sister as he walked up to her at the School gates.

"Where's mum?" Sarah asked, for a seven year old she didn't miss much. "Is she okay?"

"She's just tired, got a migraine or something." Puck lied, leading his little sister to his truck. "She'll be okay by tomorrow."

"Promise?" Sarah asked waiting for a response before she climbed into the passenger's seat.

"Sure." Puck nodded, hating to make promises he knew he most probably wouldn't be able to keep.

Sarah disappeared, straight upstairs when they entered their home. Puck needn't have worried about bumping into Lloyd. It wasn't yet five a clock so he should, still, be at work a few blocks over. Leaving his keys on the side and dropping his bag in his room, Puck made his way towards his mother's bedroom. He knocked lightly on the door before entering.

"Mum, you okay?" Puck asked going over to the window and pulling open the curtains.

"Keep 'em closed!" She shrieked from her bed underneath the duvet.

"It's day time, you shouldn't be laying in the dark." Puck reasoned making no move to do as he was told. He left the room momentarily as he went into her en-suite bathroom, returning with a glass of water and some pain killers. "Here." He said, handing her the glass and pills.

She flipped back the duvet and pulled herself up into a sitting position. Now Puck could see the bruises and marks Lloyd had left. The reasons for why she was locking herself up. A black eye was beginning to form on her tanned face, red markings were obvious on her slim neck and wrists where he'd grabbed her.

"You've got to stop letting him do this." Puck told her and not for the first time.

"Don't start Noah!" She snapped, gulping the water down.

"You're making a mistake, staying with him." Noah simply said. Anyone in their right mind would chuck a guy as soon as they laid a finger on them, but not Puck's mother.

"You have no right! No right, to start telling me what I should do!" Deborah began to shout at him, pointing an accusing finger at him. "You're just a boy Noah. Just a boy."

He wasn't going to argue. Sarah didn't need to hear her brother and mother arguing. She already had to listen to screaming and crying when Lloyd lost it. Broken glass, yelling and swearing filled her youth already. He was determined it wasn't going to ruin hers like it did his, but there wasn't much he could do. Not when he tried to protect his mum. He was torn. "Fine." He said leaving his mum to continue her self pity.

He made sure none of Sarah's toy littered the downstairs house when Lloyd returned from work. He placed more laundry in the washer, ironed even more laundry and made himself and Sarah some dinner before hiding in his room, away from Lloyd. They didn't get on at the best of times, so it was safer that they kept out of each others way.

"Hey. Coach is seriously annoyed that you didn't turn up to practice tonight. Just thought I'd give you the heads up. Finn."

Great. Puck thought as he checked his phone. Even though Finn and himself weren't on speaking terms anymore the other jock liked to let him know when he had slipped up.