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Puck woke up to the sound of someone knocking on his window. He opened his eyes and immediately shut them because he regretted it. He really should not have had so much to drink last night. He growled as someone who clearly wanted an ass-kicking continued to knock on his window. He pulled himself into a sitting position and opened his eyes again. Turning to face the window he saw an elderly man looking relieved. Rolling down the window he just stared at the man.

"Sorry Son, I just wanted to make you were alright. You've been lying out here all day. And it's still winter. My wife was worried you might be dead." He said earnestly.

"Well 'm not." Puck growled.

The older man just looked at him for a moment before turning around and walking away.

Where the hell was he? He grabbed his sunglasses and looked around. His truck was sitting outside a grocery store. And right next to it was a bar. And like that it all came back to him.

"Rachel and I are engaged!"

As he had walked away from Santana he decided he really needed a fuckin' drink. He had walked out to his car and dug his fake ID out of his glove compartment where it had been sitting unused for over a year. Sitting in his truck he decided that he was too well-known around Lima to get away with it anymore. Nothing gets you recognized everywhere you go like being sent to juvie. He had started his truck and drove for over an hour to a neighbouring town and parked at the first dive bar he saw. Strutting into the building, he had taken a seat at the bar. The bartender had seen the 'Don't fuck with me' expression on his face and hadn't bothered asking for his ID. Four hours later he stumbled out of the bar and had decided to sleep it off in his truck. He had texted his mom and told her that he was at Mike's for the night.

He took a look at his cell phone and realised he had a ton of text messages. He also noticed that it was 4 Fucking PM. He checked his inbox and found 5 new messages.

Rachel: Noah, I noticed that you were not in class today. I hope that you aren't sick. It's so rare for you to miss class. Anyways, text me back or I'll see you at lunch?

He decided that throwing his phone out the window would be stupid, so he settled for deleting her message and reading the next one instead.

Santana: I stopped by your house and your mom said you were at Mike's. We both know you're out getting shitfaced somewhere. Be careful Puck.

He rolled his eyes before opening the next message.

Quinn: Please don't do something stupid Puck. I know you're upset but think of Beth please.

He felt the guilt starting to creep up on him, so he deleted that message as well.

Rachel: Noah, Where are you? I stopped by your house and your mom thought you were staying with Mike. But Mike says he doesn't know where you are. Please call me back.

He deleted that one too.

Mike: Dude I'm so sorry. Your mom called looking for you and my mom answered. I didn't know what she was talking about. Your mom is really pissed dude. Call me!

Fuckin' Chang. He pulled out of the parking lot and started the long drive home. He was in such deep shit when his mom got a hold of him. He found his thoughts drifting to Berry so he turned on his radio and blasted death metal the whole way back to Lima.

He got home and sat in his truck for a moment. Once he was ready for the fight he got out of his truck and walked up the path to his house. He opened the front door and had barely closed it behind him before his mom was out of her chair and screaming at him.

"Where have you been? I've been so worried!" She began and he knew she was just gaining speed.

"Sorry Ma." He muttered as he tried to get past her to his room. Why did his room have to be on the second floor?

"That's not good enough Noah! You promised me that you would stop behaving like this when you got home from juvie!" She stepped closer to him and apparently he smelled pretty bad because her eyes practically popped out of her head. "Noah Elijah Puckerman! You've been drinking! You know that violates your probation. How could you be so stupid boy!"

"Just leave me alone." He said wearily, staring at the floor.

"I will do no such thing! What could possibly have caused you to be so reckless? Do you have any idea how much trouble you could have been in? I am so angry with you my son. You had better tell me right this instant why you have done this." She yelled shrilly.

"Rachel is getting married." His head whipped up to look at his 9 year old sister who had appeared behind his mother.

"What? What nonsense are you speaking of Sara?" His mother asked turning on his sister.

"Jenny Pierce told me this morning at school. Brittany's little sister. She told me that Brittany was crying about it last night." She answered quietly as she watched her brother silently retreat towards the stairs.

"Noah! It's not true is it? Noah? Noah!" his mother tearfully grabbed his arm as he reached the stairs. Ripping his arm out of her grasp he turned to face her full on.

"Don't call me that." He glared at her.

"But Noah..."

"I said don't call me that. It's Puck!" He continued to glare at her for a moment before he turned and stomped up the stairs.

Hannah and Sara Puckerman both flinched as they heard his door slam. Sara ran into her mom's arms and the two of them cried.

"Mommy, is he going to be ok?" Sara asked her mom hopefully.

Hannah Puckerman had always believed that it was wrong to lie to her children. So instead of answering Sara, she said nothing at all.


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