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Title: Father of Mine
Summary: My dad gave me a name, then he walked away.
A/N: First ever Glee! fiction… Get excited, people. I heard this song (by Everclear) on the radio the other day, and I was like, "OMG, dead-beat dads. Noah Puckerman has one." Thus, this little drabble was spawned.
Plus, I'm procrastinating from posting more Brown-Eyed Girl until I get more chapters written…
Mr. Schue wants us to sing a song that expresses who we are. He's got Rachel doing something from some gay-ass musical, Hummel's talking about Wicked (again) and everyone else is buzzing about their picks. Me? I'm holding the lyrics to this song, trying not to glare too hard at Mr. Schue's head, because, due to my pure awesomeness, it might just explode. Seriously.
This assignment is bullshit. Mr. Schue knows who we all are. I think he heard me talking to Finn about this damn song the other day, and now he wants me to sing it. Something about releasing pain and anger, and whatever touchy-feely crap he wrote on the Post-It that was stuck to pages of music.
That's shit. I'm not in pain, I'm not angry.
Promise.
Finn thinks he knows what it's like to not have a dad, but he doesn't. No one in this fucking town knows. How could they? Moses Puckerman was like a shadow in Lima, always fading away with the morning sun, taking Mom's pride and happiness with him. Mia doesn't know how lucky she is, not knowing him. He left for good when she was barely one, the bastard.
I wish I didn't know him.
I wish Quinn had let me be a father to Beth, so no one could compare me and ol' Moses.
All the glee kids, they see me and look at this year and feel bad. I don't need their pity.
I just want to be redeemed.