A/N: Sorry, I had fully planned on uploading this last night but I had a major Brittany moment and had no clue how to do it! But yeah so, here's the next chapter with lots and lots of Puck... :) Oh, some of you pointed out after the last chapter that this sounds like Crossroads, you know, the Britney Spears movie? I haven't watched it since it came out like eight years ago so it won't be the exact same because I can't remember it all but I will kind of base the story off that a little, hope that's okay? It's actually a good movie-if you haven't seen it you should check it out! Thanks so much for reading-I loved all of the reviews and alerts! Every time I check my e-mail there's a new one and I'm like "Yaaaay!"
"No fucking way Alex." Puck stated bluntly as he slammed his truck door.
"But Puu-uuuck!" Alex whined, drawing his name out as long as she could for greatest irritating effect. "Okay… You know I don't do this a lot, but," she took a deep breath before sighing "if I say please will you help me out?"
He snorted "fuck no. Look, Alex, my Mom may think, because she took you in after your folks kicked you out over the whole baby thing, that you and I, "he gestured between the two of them "are like 'friends'," she snorted as he actually mimed air quotes for the word friends "but she's wrong. You are basically this crazy, moody bitch that eats all our food and constantly messes with my guitar. Why the fuck would I help you?"
She sat on one of the amps he had to pack back into his truck "because" she shrugged "the quicker you help me the quicker I leave you alone." She'd told Rachel to meet her at the end of her road at 6am. If she didn't get Puck to agree soon she may have to resort to grand theft auto…and while she was totally fine with that she felt Rachel would be less fine.
Puck shook his head "I can't believe you're serious about this. I am not driving you and some chick to Los Angeles so she can find her mother. I need to spend the summer working if I'm going to move to New York next year. I can't afford to waste my time and money on the stupidest idea I've ever heard." He moved around her and started to roll up two leads he'd left on the ground.
Alex rolled her eyes "Puck. Are you seriously telling me you'd rather fish dead racoons out of cougar's pools and play at bar mitzvahs all summer as opposed to helping me and a totally cute girl get to Los Angeles?"
He threw his head back and laughed at the starry, early morning sky and exclaimed "she gets it! It's a fucking miracle!" Then he turned serious and stated "you know this is a bad idea Alex. You're totally broke, you've only just met this Rachel chick and you're pregnant. What part of that mix screams 'let's all go to Los Angeles'?"
She groans with frustration and kicks her heels against the amp she's sitting on. Puck's eyebrow twitches and he swears if she mistreats another piece of his music gear he is going to blow his ridiculously short fuse and say something he'll regret. "Puck, where is your badassness? Don't you wanna help a poor orphan girl?"
Puck flexed his arms showing off his awesome guns "are you questioning my badassness?" He suddenly looked puzzled for a second "wait-didn't you say she had two Dads?"
Alex rolled her eyes "I meant me, idiot, my parents disowned me because I'm knocked up! God…wish I knew who he was…" She makes a fist and shakes it as though she'd like to punch the guy that impregnated her that fateful, drunken night, in the face…or somewhere further south.
"Alex, my mom would kill me if I allowed you to go to Los Angeles on some stupid quest to find some girls mother. Can you even imagine what she'd do to me if she heard I drove you there?" Puck shuddered, he wasn't afraid of his mom; per sae…he just preferred not to make her angry or sad, basically any emotion that wasn't happiness. Mom tears were not cool.
Alex stood up, suddenly tired of fighting with this guy. Since Puck's mom had taken Alex in, after finding Alex sleeping in the alley behind the hospital she worked in, Puck had become sort of like the older brother she never had. She fisted her hands at her hips and sighed "look, whatever, I'm going to Los Angeles with Rachel whether you take us or not. I mean, I thought I was being responsible by getting a big tough guy like you to protect us and all but that's cool… Maybe we'll hitchhike."
Puck stared at her with his furious hazel eyes for a full minute before hissing "fuck it." He scrubbed a big hand across his face and groaned "fine! You win, you insane, psycho pregnant bitch." He picked up his amp and heaved it into the tailgate of his tuck.
"Does your mother know you talk to girls like that?" Alex laughed teasingly.
Puck raised a warning eyebrow and glared at her, "If you weren't a psycho bitch out to ruin my life I wouldn't talk to you like that. Now, what's the plan?"
Alex shrugged "we go back to your house, pack a bag and then drive to Rachel's house. Then we head for L.A baby!" She sang the last bit and danced in a small circle.
Puck looked up at the sky once more and asked himself, was he insane? Granted, Alex was this moody bitch that wouldn't quit screwing around with his music stuff but he couldn't let her go to Los Angeles alone. She was fucking pregnant…and clueless as hell! This was the stupidest idea ever.
Nevertheless, at six that morning, Puck found himself in his truck with Alex waiting outside of a real fancy looking estate. "Why the fuck would she want to find her mom? She's freaking loaded!" Puck exclaimed. He cleaned the pools in estates like this. They were big tippers.
Alex shrugged "haven't you ever wondered where your Dad is?"
Puck turned in his seat to glare at her "look, I might not want you to get murdered on the way to L.A but that sure as fuck doesn't mean I want to talk about that loser with you. You got that?"
That's when a timid knock sounded against his window and he swivelled around. His still angry glare met the biggest, most beautiful pair of brown eyes he'd ever seen before. The eyes seemed to look taken aback and a little bit frightened. Puck shook himself and clambered out of his truck "c-can I help you?" Wait-did he just fucking stammer?
He heard Alex squeal something at the girl and he tried to control himself. What was wrong with him? She was just a girl…a tiny, long legged, perfect, brown haired gorgeous girl. He couldn't understand how even one of her Dads would let her out of the house wearing such a short skirt. Who wears knee socks nowadays? As he studied her long, tanned, toned legs he reconsidered, perhaps more girls should wear knee socks. He mentally slapped himself. "Give me your bags and I'll throw them in the back," he barked out gruffly.
She shook her head and smiled nervously "it's okay, I can do it myself. My name's Rachel Berry…and you are?"
Puck stared at her tiny outstretched hand before replying "s'Puck." He then grabbed her holdall out of her other hand and slung it into the back of his truck. He was too busy watching a certain Miss. Berry's ass as she climbed up into her seat in his truck to hear the muffled squeak that came from the tailgate.
A/N: I know there wasn't much Puckleberry in this chapter but now that they've met it's just going to be Puckleberry 24/7 in this fanfic!