A/N: First off I need all of you who came to read this to lower your expectations, by about 50%. This is just a second chapter to a one-shot that I haven't read in awhile. The first chapter was crack, this is more angsty, though there is some humor I guess. Oh and yes, I know it's been a super long while since I posted anything, but starting college again will do that to a young author. Plus I rediscovered Tamora Pierce, so have had a bunch of reading to do as well.

Warnings: angst, slash, large age difference and such.

Songs Used: Welcome to My Life by Simple Plan and Once Upon a Dream from Sleeping Beauty.

Beta: FirstLaugh-LastTears because she doesn't have enough to do.

Brad was pissed. Even more pissed about the whole, no-one-knows-my-damn-name thing.

Rachel, the bitch, had lured him outside of the music room with the promise of ice cream. He'd followed along, very naively, dreaming of Death by Chocolate or Chocolate Marshmallow or Moose Tracks. Like a little kid, he'd been bouncing up and down, not noticing the direction they were driving in.

When they pulled into a parking lot of Carmel High School and not the local ice cream parlor, realization hit him like a ton of bricks. Then Rachel had pulled him to the auditorium kicking and screaming. When he finally agreed to play the piano, she made him play a Lady Gaga song. He shuddered at the memory, he didn't like Lady Gaga. She frightened him.

The situation became even more awkward when Rachel and her mom had started singing about their muffins. That didn't seem like a mother-daughter appropriate song choice. But then again, it was Rachel. She was kind of a freak anyway.

But what made the whole incident unbearable was that not only did Rachel never get him his ice cream – she left him there! In Akron with no means of transportation. Ohio is not exactly overflowing with taxi cabs, and even if it was, Lima is around one hundred and thirty-seven miles away!

He'd tried begging a ride from Rachel's mom, no go. He'd tried calling Shuester, the little bastard thought it was a prank call. Said he didn't know anyone named "Brad" and hung up. So finally, very reluctantly, he'd called Puck. What was the point of having a boyfriend if he couldn't even be called upon in Brad's time of need? Not much use at all as it turned out.

Puck had his phone turned off. So he'd left a message and now was just waiting around, moping, hoping to hear from him. Shelby had generously agreed to let him stay in the auditorium for a few hours while he waited. So now he was sitting at the piano, staring morosely down at the keys.

He started to play, softly at first. "Did you ever feel like breaking down? Did you ever feel out of place?" He sang softly, his voice strong in the large, empty room. "Like somehow you just don't belong and no one understands you."

He cocked his head a little, letting the words pour out of him, "Do you ever want to run away? Do you lock yourself in your room? With the radio on turned up so loud that no one hears you screaming."

Brad shook his head. "No you don't know what it's like when nothing feels alright. You don't know what it's like." He sighed. "To be like me."

He felt tears prick his eyes as he belted out the next lyrics. "To be hurt. To feel lost. To be left out in the dark. To be kicked, when you're down. To feel like you've been pushed around." Rachel, always Rachel! Dragging him all over creation, not keeping her promises, touching him inappropriately, etc. Even Puck pushed him around, to a degree. He'd pushed and pushed at Brad until he'd finally broke down and agreed to go out with him. Even though Brad was old and Puck could have whoever he wanted.

He still didn't understand why Puck would want him. And he was still waiting for the inevitable, "It's not me, it's you" break up speech. Or evidence that Puck was cheating on him.

"To be on the edge of breaking down, and no one's there to save you. No you don't know what it's like. Welcome to my life."

He had no life outside of his music and Puck. Well, he did have a pet cat…named Bartolomeo after the inventor of the piano.

"Do you wanna be somebody else? Are you sick of feeling so left out?"

He wasn't even really a part of the Glee Club, he was just a prop really, a piece of set decoration. Nothing more, nothing less. He was expendable. If he was gone they would just find another piano player.

"Are you desperate to find something more before your life is over? Are you stuck inside a world you hate? Are you sick of everyone around? With their big fake smiles and stupid lies while deep inside you're bleeding."

He had a few friends, but they were all busy with their own lives and didn't call very often. He couldn't exactly hang out with the Glee Club kids. Hell he couldn't even go out on a real date with Puck. His family was all gone, and he had no hobbies. He was constantly feeling lonely and bored.

"No one ever lied straight to your face. And no one ever stabbed you in the back. You might think I'm happy but I'm not going to be okay. Everybody always gave you what you wanted. You never had to work it was always there. You don't know what it's like."

Puck.

He was just a boy. He hadn't really understood struggle. Except with maybe Quinn and the baby. Brad closed his eyes. He could still remember the day he'd found out about that. The same day that Finn found out he wasn't the father.

"To be hurt. To feel lost. To be left out in the dark. To be kicked when you're down. To feel like you've been pushed around. To be on the edge of breaking down and no one's there to save you."

He'd almost quit his job at the school just to escape from Puck and the feeling of sheer betrayal he'd felt. Puck had come to him later with all sorts of excuses and explanations. In the end he'd accepted what Puck told him, and forgave him. After all, Puck was young, and he was human. He couldn't be expected to be perfect.

But he couldn't forget what happened either.

"No you don't know what it's like. Welcome to my life. Welcomes to my life. Welcome to my…life." He trailed off.

A pair of strong arms wrapped gently around his shoulders. Familiar arms. A familiar embrace. A familiar voice whispering in his ear. "I know you. I walked with you once upon a dream. I know you. The gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam." A kiss on his cheek. "Yes I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem. But if I know you, I know what you'll do. You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream."

Large but gentle hands pulled him off the piano bench and turned him around. "What's wrong baby?" Puck asked softly. "I came as quickly as I could. Why the sad song?"

Looking up into Puck's eyes, seeing the caring in them, washed a lot of Brad's doubts away. For now, though things weren't perfect, they were enough. Shit would hit the fan sooner or later, but he wouldn't let himself worry about that until it happened.

"Just feeling a little down. But I'm okay now that you're here."

Puck smiled. And in that smile, Brad found a thousand different new reasons to stay with him.

"What's with that song choice though?" Brad asked curiously. "Disney doesn't really seem your style."

"What are you talking about? Walt was the bomb. He was like a God to the MILFs. Croon a little Disney and they're on you like white on rice."

Brad frowned at this reminder of his boyfriend's promiscuity. But the pouty look was quickly wiped away by a few very well executed kisses. Puck could be a little insensitive at times, but he wasn't stupid.

Once he felt Brad was well distracted from the previous conversation he asked, "How'd you get all the way out here anyway?"

Brad grimaced, "Rachel was being a bitch and didn't buy me ice cream."

"Aw poor baby." Puck bent down slightly and kissed him. "We'll pick some up on the way home, how about that?"

"Death by Chocolate?"

"Sure."

"And Chocolate Marshmallow and Moose Tracks?"

Puck chuckled. "No problem. I'm still swimming in hot tub money."

Brad shook his head with a rueful smile. "I love you Puck."

With a wide grin Puck replied, "I know. It's impossible to resist the Puckinator."

A/N: So I've been thinking of writing another part, in between this and the first chapter, about when Brad finds out about Puck's impending fatherhood. I even have a song picked out for it, but I'm not sure if I want to write it yet. So…yeah tell me how you feel about this next installment and we'll see what happens.