New chapter ;) Please R+R (constructive critism is very much appreciated) and recommend to others if you're really enjoying it :D

I checked into a hotel after the plane landed. Considering Mum and Burt didn't know me, it seemed pointless going home. Luckily for me, despite me not having a mum to cook me warm meals, Breadstix was just across the road. So, once I'd checked in, I went over to Breadstix, hoping that their 'All you can eat Pasta Special' would cheer me up.

Once I got to the front desk though, everything changed. There, waiting for the next customer, was none other than Noah Puckerman, Mohawkless.

"Hello welcome to Breadstix, can I help you with anything?" He asked in a completely bored monotone.

"P-Puck?" I stuttered. His head shot up then, looking at me suspiciously.

"How do you know what to call me? Only my bros know to call me that. And perhaps my girlfriend too." Who's his girlfriend? Quinn? Santana? Rachel? That last one made me want to barf.

"Um..." Think Finn! "It says on your name badge that your last name is Puckerman, and it seemed like a good nickname." What the fuck?! That's the best you can do? He rolled his eyes at me.

"Dude, I don't even know you. You go around making up nicknames for complete strangers all the time?"

"No, I just...Can you lay off me please? I'm kind of having a rough day and I'd really like to eat. Thanks." He looked taken aback by my outburst, and put his hands up in defeat.

"Okay!" I thought I heard him murmor a quiet 'weirdo' under his breath, but it could have been my imagination. He lead me to a single table in a quiet corner, and I sat, annoyed that I was once again alone with my thoughts.

"Hello, may I take your order?" No... NO...NO! You can't be here. Not working here. You're in New York, aren't? You shouldn't have to work at Breadstix, so why are you here?

"You can't be here..." I murmored.

"Excuse me?" You asked with that slightly annoyed tone that you always do when someone offends her.

"You can't be here." I said more confidently, looking you square in the face. I knew you had no idea who I was, but this wasn't right. I couldn't have affected you that much, could I?

"What right have you to dictate whether or not I work somewhere? I don't even know you!" You yelled at me.

"Y-yes you do." I argued. "We spoke on the phone." Your eyes widened to twice their size.

"Oh my god. You're that creep who called me yesterday, asking whether I knew you."

"I wouldn't say creep_" I tried to reason with you, but you interrupted me.

"Well I would. What kind of person calls up a total stranger and asks them if you know them? How did you even get my number?" You demanded.

"That's...hard to explain."

"Sure it is." You rolled your eyes at me. I frowned. This was always the same story for us. You'd turn to sarcasm when I was trying to get my point across and I'd be angry that you wouldn't even listen to me. Except in this case, for you, the argument was with a total stranger. That made me feel worse. You even argued with strangers that way.

"Look, I shouldn't have come. I can't stand being here looking at you of all people bringing them food which is probably poisonous." That came out wrong.

" How dare you!" You screamed. "How dare you insult me in that rude manner of yours! I refuse to serve you. I'd like you to leave please." You said more calmly.

"I'm sorry, that came out_"

"SECURITY!" You yelled. Out came two security guards, who grabbed me fiercly by the arm and pulled me away. They threw me onto the street and left me crying.

"I want my old life back." I cried.

"Finn?"

Mwwwahaha! Cliffhanger! :)