Santana rubbed her palms together in anticipation. The commercials seemed to drag on forever, until the show finally came back.
"Puck, are you ** me? You stupid old arrogant fool! This is MY day!" Lauren screamed at Puck's mom. Holy **. This is not going to end pretty. Puck's mom just turned to Puck and placed her wrinkled hand on his shoulder. She looked him straight in the eyes, looking him over as if she was trying to figure something out.
"Noah, are you sure this is what you want? Honestly, if I were you, I would walk away now. As your mother I've watched you grow from that tiny little baby, to a big strong man, and I'm proud of you. Pride has always been something you've held onto tightly, ever since you were just a toddler. But now I feel like it's been taken away from you. Your religion, your family, your friends. I feel if you do this I can't watch you." Her wise face smiled sadly as a tear ran down her flushed cheek. She kissed her son on the cheek and turned away.
Abigail, Puck's sister, walked up to Lauren and gave her the best glare she had. If looks could kill, Lauren would be laying on the floor. "You suck," Abigail said bluntly and sprinted away to catch up with her mom. Puck ran a hand through his Mohawk, trying to put together what just happened.
"I'm going to KILL her!" Lauren screamed as she stopped her foot and threw her veil down on the ground. She turned to Puck eyes blazing with rage, as he ponders what his Mom just said. He felt trapped. He'd always been trapped. He was always the second choice. Quinn chose Finn, Rachel chose Finn, Mercedes chose Sam, and Santana chose Brittany. Every single girl he ever dated seemed to fall in love with someone else. He was just something to occupy the space, when the person they loved was busy, or at least, that's how it seemed like. But he was Lauren first choice. He wanted to be someone's something. And Lauren didn't have any other guys lining up for her. So he settled for Lauren, but honestly, she wasn't his first choice either.
Lauren made him feel ashamed of himself. He was Jewish, but yet, here he was getting married in a Catholic church. He didn't go to synagogue anymore cause Lauren never let him and forced him into cleaning their apartment.
He hardly saw his family anymore. They used to have Friday breakfast with his mom and sister. It was like their tradition. Now he has to sneak out on Friday morning while Lauren's sleeping. Even on his birthday he didn't get to see his mom cause Lauren didn't want to 'share him.'
She never let him see his friends. She'd say Rachel and Santana were after him, and wanted in his pants. He missed them.
"I can't do this," Puck said as he tore himself away from his thoughts to look at Lauren.
"What! What the hell are talking about! PUCK!" she screamed at him.
"I don't love you," he said honestly as he stared straight into Lauren icy blue eyes. Then he smiled, and turned, walking down the isle, "I think I love someone else." He didn't even look back as he walked out the doors of the church, every eye across America on him.
A/N: hope you guys enjoyed it. Reviews are much welcome.:D