Note: Why Finchel is always my main course I find myself wanting to eat a little dessert and try a story about Puck. Hopefully, I don't lose any readers. Something about Puck tugs at my heartstrings.
Sometimes he just didn't get it. He could not figure out why life was a huge nag. I mean he tried his best and he played the part well but lately life as a bad ass simply was not mustering any enthusiasm. He had it all…dark eyelashes encased in dark eyes with cool green and yellow tints, sun kissed skin, thick dark hair in his signature do, and a six pack that went along with a perfectly formed everything. And even better he was feared and respected no matter where he positioned his feet down the hall at McKinley High.
He watched the reaction of females out of the corner of his eye as he glided down the hallway. Yep, his glance had once again confirmed that his badassinship had not faltered as he watched girls in every shape and size stare in awe. With all the attention he was receiving, he really should be in full glory. But, lately Puck had been feeling out of sorts, restless like school age children after a few days of being snowed in but the problem was he wasn't sure what was missing.
In the old days, he would have tossed some kids in the dumpster to relieve his pent up frustration, but the Glee Club had made him change that habit and with the football season over he couldn't let loose (at least not legally). Puck was in a jam and he didn't like it. Sighing, he realized that he needed to just grease his wheels. Maybe, a visit to Santana's house would do just the trick.
As he walked further down the hall, he spotted a familiar pair of tan legs. He felt a gentle tap on his shoulder.
"Hey, Noah, are you alright? You seem a little down".
He stared into two dark eyes like his own and gave his signature shit grin. "Everything's cool. How are you sweet thing?"
She looked at him one more time and gave a half smile. "Well, see ya at Glee Club, right Noah?" The right of course being that occasionally Puck cut class.
He gave her a nod and walked away. For some reason the he couldn't quite explain Puck did not mind that Rachel called him Noah. Rachel had that uncanny ability to always do the opposite of everyone else. While everyone called him Puck, Rachel had never once uttered his nickname. She even talked to him differently her tone soft and butterfly like. For some reason, she didn't buy his act and that was one thing he didn't like. It was disconcerting and very unsettling. Rachel had her own category and Puck had given up on trying to categorize it. There probably wasn't one in the first place.
What people didn't know at McKinley was that he had to cut class early sometimes to watch his sister. With his mom being the primary breadwinner thanks in part to his dead beat dad, Puck had to occasionally watch his sister who was prone to getting sick so his mom could rush to work. Hell, half the time that's why he stole people's lunch money and food. It wasn't easy being the only man of the house when all you really wanted to do was just be a kid. But, he always "Puckered it up" and made things work. It was just a spell.
He looked at the clock one more time and walked into the safe confines of the Glee Club room. This was the one place that he could cut loose and let go.