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Chapter 4

Puck walked into Dr. Berry's office and sat on the chair. He stared at Mr. Berry, who was taking notes, on what, Puck didn't have a clue. He slouched on the chair and continued to stare. After a while, Puck cleared his throat and Mr. Berry looked up, startled to see him there.

"Oh, we had an appointment today? I completely forgot. I didn't even here you come into the room," He gave a little laugh, "I'm extremely busy and tired, please, excuse my behaviour."

"Busy and tired? Why, problems in the Barry household?" Puck said, leaning towards the doctor ever so slightly. Dr. Berry couldn't help but notice how interested Puck was in his home life, but he decided to not make assumption out loud.

"No, no, not at all," He said, "Everything's fine at home, Rachel's doing better than ever and my husband," He paused waiting for a reaction from Puck but he continued to stare at him, "Is great." He licked his lips before saying, "Can I ask you something?"

"Go for it, doc," Puck said, leaning back into his chair, looking bored again. "Ask away."

"You didn't seem surprised when I said, 'husband,' nor did you have an opinion about it. Why?"

"Because you having a husband doesn't bother me. I got it from all the pictures on your desk with him and Rachel as well, I have friends who are gay. I don't care if you are gay, straight or whatever. Doesn't bother me. In fact, anything happens to Kurt, I'll beat the shit out of them. I did, when Karofsky did it. Sent him packing." He grinned, satisfied.

Dr. Berry quickly wrote all this down and then said, "You were happy you beat this, Karofsky boy up?"

"Yeah," Puck said, flexing his arms, "Of course, he was throwing my boy Kurt into lockers and tormenting him all day and all night. I want him to feel some pain, some humility. Feel something since obviously throwing a poor, harmless boy into a locker, tormenting and hurting him every day just because he loves another dude." Puck's fisted clutched together and he was getting angrier and angrier just thinking about it, and saying it. He was thinking about what was happening now, since he wasn't there. He was hoping Santana would keep Kurt and Blaine safe, she probably was, but still. He still worried over them, he never wanted anyone to feel the way he saw Kurt feel. It was just wrong, so wrong. And most of all, he didn't want any of them to end up where he was.

"So this boy, Kurt, is a friend of yours?"

"Yeah," Puck said, settling himself down, "He is. He came to me when this got out of control so I tried talking to Karofsky but he wouldn't listen. So I decided to do something that would get through to him. Violence worked well and I did get suspended but it was totally worth it."

"Are you normally a violent guy?" He asked, jotting everything down.

"No," he said, reluctantly, "I don't like being violent with people but it's the only thing that seem to get through to people these days."

"But you are the resident badass," Dr. Berry said, "Doesn't that mean, 'pow-pow'?"

"That just means people fear me, my word is the law. It's always been like that and always will be."

"So in your future, you'll be a boss of a large company or the mafia?" He chuckled at his little joke. Puck glared at him and said,

"That's what I want. The big company and everything," He laid back, "Yeah, I can boss people around and no one can say anything. But, um, Doc," He said, "Do I even have a future? I might never get out of here and if I do I'll be the oldest in all my university classes, that is if I finish high school and right now I'm so close to the end…"

"Well…" The doctor sighed, "We can see if some of your friends will bring you the work. We have notified your teachers, only the ones in the courses you are taking. I'm sure they wouldn't mind sending the homework to you, we always can get you a tutor if you need one. If you are stable enough, you could go to school to take the exams. If not you'll take them right here."

Puck was silent for a second and then said, "Okay. Cool. I'll go call some people. Thanks for the session, doc." He got up and was about to leave when Dr. Berry said,

"Wait, we haven't finished yet. We still have other things to discuss."

"Like?" Puck said, meandering back to the chair and sitting down.

"Like…" Dr. Berry fiddled for a second to find the words, "Since you heard about my family earlier, can you tell me a little bit about yours?"

"I had a mother and a sister. That's my family." He said, coldly.

"No Dad?" He asked, curious.

"There was one, he stayed for only one night before he left my mom. My sister is technically my step-sister but I consider her my REAL sister. Her died when I was eight and she was four. So technically we have no dad," He said, curly. He kept his eyes cold, warning the doctor that he was on very dangerous ground. But Dr. Berry didn't really care, at least he was making progress.

"Can you tell me about them? More about your sister and mother?"

"Like what else do you need to know?" He asked, not wanting to say anything.

"What were they like?"

"Good session doc," Puck repeated from earlier, "I'll call those people." This time he was quicker and walked out before Dr. Berry could say anything else.

He ran down to his room and glugged down some water. His throat felt hollow and he closed his eyes to stop the tears that were forming. He didn't want to cry, not now. He lay down on his bed, voiding his mind of his family but as always his brain refused to let him. So he grabbed a pillow instead and screamed into it. Immediately, Rachel came running into the room.

"Is everything okay, Noah?" She asked, worriedly. Her eyes went wide and she clamped her hand over her mouth. She hadn't meant to say Noah, she had been reading his file and knew he didn't allow anyone to call him that. But in the file everyone wrote Noah instead of Puck. He removed the pillow from his face and glared at her.

"What did you just say?"

"I…I asked if you were aright?" She tried to skirt the question by avoiding the name she called him.

"What else?" He demanded.

"No nothing. I don't remember saying anything else." She said taking a step back.

"Did you say Noah?"

"I didn't mean to, I swear. I'm so sorry Puck. It won't happen again."

"It better not," He growled, eyes on fire. Rachel gulped and took a step back, not liking the look she saw in his eyes. It scared her but she refused to show she was scared. She nodded quickly and ran out. She ran down the hallway and almost bumped into her Dad. He looked at her, concerned but she just brushed off his standard questions and smiled at him.

She went to behind the nurses' station to clean up the paperwork she had left lying about. Luckily, no one had appeared to be there, so everything was as she left it. She unclipped the paper with Santana's and Sam's number. She took out her phone and started to dial the number but then stopped. She could take care of this herself, she didn't need anyone else. She put the paper back into the file and tucked it away. She went to the chair and sat down. She decided to waft through some other files.

Her Dad came over to her desk asking if she wanted to go home soon. She nodded and smiled. She was getting her coat when Puck walked up to her, she bit her lip and took a slight step back, scare of what awaited her.

"Um," He said, stopping in front of her and he looked down, "I just wanted to say sorry for what happened earlier. Do… do you think that you and I could sit down for coffee one day…"

Rachel smiled and she wished he had been looking up so he could see the smile on her face, "Sure. I'll be back on Monday, can we do it then?"

"What about tomorrow? Why won't you be here tomorrow?" He sounded a little anxious but quickly coughed to cover it up. He glanced up at her and she said,

"Because it's the weekend silly, I have the two days off. There'll be other people on shift, so you don't have to worry." She light touched his arm, before dropping her hand. He gave a little smile before saying,

"I'm not worrying, not at all," He said, oozing back into himself again, "I'll see you Monday then." He gave a little nod. She smiled before putting on her coat and walking towards where her Dad was standing.

"What was that about?"

"Oh no nothing," She said, "Just saying bye and whatnot."

"Hmm…" He said before opening the door and smiling, "Of course."

"Dad, I have a boyfriend!"

"You don't have to keep reminding me," He said, grouchily, "And I still don't like that Jesse kid."

"You won't approve of anyone," She said, making her way down the stairs, "So I had to make the decision myself."

"You would've anyways," He said, "That's the way you are."

"That's the way YOU raised me." She sing-songed.

Puck sauntered back to his room, unsure of how he felt at the moment. He was mad at himself for snapping at Rachel, she had been so kind to him, even though he hadn't been acting exactly, well lately. But who could blame him, he was three days into a life long process. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to handle it, but there wasn't a way out. He'd tried opening the windows but none of them budged. He tried finding something sharp, but clearly they had thought this through because there was nothing sharp in site. Nothing.

He lay down on his bed trying to think of something he could do in the meantime, but came up with nothing. He heard Rachel's voice in his head saying that he should go make friends. He wondered out to the common place, where he saw a few boys around his age sitting. He saw one in the corner, reading a book. He didn't seem interested in the book, he was looking in front of him.

He walked up to him and sat down beside him.

"What are you reading?" Puck asked awkwardly.

"A book," He replied back, closing it, "I'm not sure, I wasn't really reading it."

"I could tell," He said, "That's why sat beside you." The other boy laughed and said,

"I'm Alec."

"Puck or Puckerman, which ever you prefer."

"How nice to give me an option. I'll stick with Puck though, Puckerman sounds… a little to long."

"Whatever you said, Alex."

"AlEC. With a C, not an X."

"Unique." Alec laughed, "Yeah, my mother always tried to be."

"Alec!" One of the nurses called, "Ashley and Seth are here for you!" Just then a little brunette child, no older than 10 ran into the room and jumped into Alec's arms.

"ALEC! ALEC!" She squealed, "When are you coming home?"

He glanced sadly at Puck but then reanimated his face for the little girl, "Soon, Ash, soon I'll be home."

A tall, lean blond came into view, casually strolling down. He waved hello at a few people before stopping in front of Alec and Ashley. He picked her up and carried her, Alec followed wordlessly, just shrugging to Puck. Puck waved before leaning against the wall. He picked up the book Alec dropped and looked at the page.

Something wicked this way comes.

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