Chapter 2, Puck! also, everyone is basically gonna have different times, or different days
June 21, 2025, 8:30 AM- Westchester, New York
I sighed as the elevators opened to my floor. I had five physical training appointments here, two at different offices, and one at someones homes. Yep, I had to help those who hurt their foot or calf or whatever it was. Who would have thought, that I, Noah Puckerman, would be a physical trainer. There was some hope for me with football, and then with Glee club. I smiled and shook my head, remembering those Glee club days, from my Sophomore to Senior year. Believe it or not, I actually had fun there. Every now and then, those memories flooded back, especially at work, so these memories weren't uncommon. Sometimes, I remembered the good times with Quinn, how we were an 'actual couple' (Her words, not mine) in Junior year. And then we broke up senior year though. But that was only because of College. She actually got excepted to one of those Ivy league schools, Princeton or Brown or Harvard- I can't really remember. Yale, maybe? It was probably better that Beth wasn't under the care of Quinn or I. But it still eats me up everyday. She is with Shelby Cochran, coach of Vocal Adrenaline, or former coach. She was in good hands. Quinn, I wasn't sure. Part of me wishes that I went with Quinn. Then maybe-
"Mr. Puckerman?" I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at Jamie Alison, as my chart said, my first appointment of the day. She's 18, and practically shattered her foot when she dropped the box carry the tv she brought to college. She was carrying it to the car just a few weeks ago when she was going to the car, so she was new for me.
"Jamie Alison?" I asked, and she nodded "Hi, Noah Puckerman. Ready?"
When her physical was finally done, I had about an hour until my next one, a eight year old with a fractured calf. I guess soccer could do that.
I went to the coffee machine, and got some of the crappy coffee. I didn't really have time to go to the Starbucks about thirty blocks away, because physical therapy patients had this annoying habit of being on right on time. As I waited for the coffee cup to fill up, I felt someone rub my hair. God I missed my Mohawk days. Now I just have a 'regular haircut' as my mother said when she saw me with out it-well, again in a way, since it was shaved off in high school. This was like this for longer though. I searched for the hair rubber. I saw Penny Williams, giving me her million dollar smile
"Good morning Noah" She said. Penny was one of the other physical therapists working with people who just got the use of certain parts of their body again. I can't help but think of Artie when I see her. I always wonder if Artie got the use of his legs back.
"Morning Penny" I say, smiling a little at her.
"Long day?"
"No, just seven more sessions, then I'm done" I say, sipping my coffee, nearly coughing it out "This stuff sucks"
Penny rolled her eyes and left "Bye"
Penny was like that little sister who wanted to know everything about your day. This was our usual conversation in the morning. And the moment the subject changed or you ask about her, Penny leaves. Which is possibly the most annoying the thing ever. My life NOW compared to high school, I would pick high school. I know. Surprised me too.
The day couldn't drag on longer. patient after patent after patient. When I finally got home about four, I saw the message machine light blinking. I absentmindedly pressed the button and went through the mail. After a second I dropped the mail. Who the hell was sending me actual mail. And who called me. Eight years living here and no one really calls or writes. I got bills, which was natural, not this. I heard a voice over the machine
"Hey Puck it me" The voice said "Finn Hudson. I looked you up and found out your living here. I got the number too umm" I pressed the delete button. Finn and I always had are little arguments, but we a real fall out in the middle of Glee senior year. I haven't talked to him since.
I certainly wouldn't now
This was already finished so I decided to upload it
