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That afternoon, after what seemed like an eternity, Delilah made the long walk from the detention hall to her bike. Groaning with each step, the girl tried to ignore the pain of the gravel cutting into her bare feet. Dwarfed by the row of Vocal Adrenaline Range Rovers that surrounded it, Delilah's nearly broken down motorcycle waited for her in it's normal parking spot. Smiling in relief, the girl walked a little faster toward it, overjoyed to know that she was so close to home.
"Well, if it isn't my favorite kid sister."
Delilah's heart sunk at the sound of a someone coming up behind she continued to walk toward her bike.
"You aren't going to say hello to your studly brother?" The voice continued.
Ignoring him in the hope that he would disappear, Delilah hurried away from him. A hand finally grabbed her shoulder and spun her around.
"C'mon, sis."
Locking her jaw, Delilah stared at her brother.
"Noah Puckerman, I have no patience for you today."
Smirking at his little sister, he ran his clenched fist over her chin, mockingly punching her.
"Don't be silly. You always have patience for me."
The girl rolled her eyes and tried to walk away from him, only to have the boy grab her wrist.
"What do you want?" she snapped, nearly screaming.
Puck stepped back, shocked at her outburst.
"What crawled up your ass and died?" Puck asked.
Running a hand through her hair, Delilah sighed.
"Nothing. I had a long day."
Her brother laughed.
"I'll say."
She cocked her eyebrow at him.
"What do you mean by that?"
Pointing at her feet, Puck snidely chuckled.
"Your latest sexual conquest take your shoes?" he asked.
Resisting the urge to punch her brother in the face, Delilah sarcastically retorted.
"No, I'm not the sex God. That's you."
He threw an arm over her shoulder.
"Give yourself some credit. It's a family trait, sis."
Shrugging him off, she laughed as she rolled her eyes.
"But seriously," she began, looking at her brother, "What do you want?"
Puck threw his arms in the air.
"Can't a big brother just come and visit his little sister?" he asked, scrutinizing his sister.
She shook her head at him.
"Not when that brother hasn't seen said sister in four months."
He shrugged.
"I've been busy. You know how I roll. The female population of Lima demands my attention."
She checked her watch. Her dad would be getting home from work soon.
"You have ten seconds to tell me why you're here."
Scoffing at her admonishment, he asked,
"Do you know how to have fun?"
She checked her watch again.
"Seven seconds."
He sighed and dug in his backpack for something. Handing her a manila envelope, he tried to play it cool.
"Nothing serious. Mom just wanted-"
She cut him off.
"I can read, thanks."
Skimming the contents of the package, Delilah felt her heart sink to her feet as her day went from awful to Hell.
"Mom wants more money from Dad?" she asked, furrowing her brows.
Puck nodded, keeping his cool. Handing the envelope back to him, she shook her head.
"We can't."
One eyebrow cocked, Puck tilted his head and pushed the papers back toward her.
"You don't want to help mom?"
Giving him a scowl, Delilah admonished him with her eyes.
"That was low."
A long moment passed between the two of them.
"You wanna come live with mom and me?" he asked with a smile, knowing her answer before she even spoke.
She shook her head, smiling to herself.
"You know the old man needs me."
Puck nodded, but became concerned.
"You're gonna take care of this, right?"
Delilah looked at him, shocked.
"You think I've got this kind of money?"
Giving her a look that told her that was exactly what he thought, Puck nodded.
"You are so dumb," she muttered, casually attempting to slap the side of his head.
He ducked.
"Don't mess with the head. I'm just starting to grow my Mohawk back," he argued.
She rolled her eyes and sadly laughed at her brother.
"I can't take these to him, Puck," she said, holding the envelope out to him.
Puck tried to give his dad the benefit of the doubt, though he knew the man didn't deserve it.
"He wouldn't hurt you for something mom did."
Delilah quirked her eyebrow at him.
"Look, I know he tried before but-"
The girl cut him off, refusing to relive that particular memory.
"He can't pay it. He spends all of his money on booze and chicks. You know that," she said simply with a small smile.
Frustrated, Puck ran a hand over his short hair.
"Then you're just gonna have to find a way to pay it!" he snapped, shouting at her.
A smooth, calm voice cut in.
"Is everything alright?"
Puck looked over his sister's shoulder and locked eyes with Jesse St. James. Recognizing the voice, his sister attempted to handle the situation.
"Not that you care, but yes," Delilah said, cutting off her brother before he could say anything rude.
She turned to face him. Bewildered at her rudeness, Jesse looked at her.
"I'm sorry-" he began.
She cut him off.
"I would much more inclined to believe that if you hadn't let them keep my shoes and give me a slurpie shower today."
Sliding in, Puck smiled.
"You glad to be back where you belong, fag?" Puck asked Jesse.
Slapping her brother on the back for his crudity, Delilah couldn't help but apologize.
"I'm sorry about him. He has no filter."
Jesse shrugged and smiled, remembering his time at McKinely.
"I know."
Digging in his backpack, Jesse listened to the sound of her and her brother banter quietly. With a smile, he pulled a thin pair of shoes bound by a large rubber band out of his pack.
"I believe these are yours," he said, still smiling.
Not sure if Puck would allow him within a foot of Delilah, he tossed them to her. Lithely, she caught the shoes, allowing a smile to crawl across her face when she realized they were hers.
"Thanks," she muttered tentatively, confusion filling her eyes.
He waved her gratitude off.
"Don't worry about it. See you tomorrow."
Glad to see her smile for once, Jesse got in his car and drove off.
"What the hell was that?" Puck asked when the Range Rover was out of sight.
Confused as he was, Delilah shook her head.
"No idea."
Looking at her, he raised an eyebrow.
"I thought they hated you."
Shaking her head again as though to clear it, she walked toward her bike.
"They do."
Puck called after her.
"You're going to fix this crap with mom, right?"
With a groan, she nodded.
"Don't I always fix this crap?"
He nodded and smirked. Waving to him, she mounted her bike and took off, leaving her brother behind.
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