Authors Note: Again a thank you too all who reviewed. I don't really think that I capture who Puck use to be in this one, but I tried. All non-Glee characters are going to have some great significance in the story later on. Well, the ones that I give names to so pay attention to them. Good and Bad guys come out of it.

Chapter 6

To make things easier

Noah Puckerman set at the edge of the bed rubbing his hands on his legs in anticipation. It was Monday and every Monday he was chosen by an older Russian officer by the name of Uri Goslavich. (Go-Slah-Vitch)

Puck actually didn't mind the man so much. He was always generous in his bidding. This time though, he was more than generous. There was a minor bidding war that went on for Puck. Uri had won it, but it would probably mean that Uri wouldn't be seeing him next Monday and Puck might get to go back to his nasty apartment for the night. He doubted it though. The Russian officers had a sex drive that use to match his. Now sex had become a thing of necessity not of want.

That made it easier for Puck tonight. Uri always asked him what he was going to do with the money he had received and Puck always answered him. Sometimes it was against Russian rule, but Uri would just smile at him and laugh. Uri had feelings for Puck. Puck knew this and in return Puck had developed feelings for the Russian. Not to mention Uri always brought the best fucking heroine to help ease Puck in to things. Puck wanted that heroine more then anything. He only got it on Mondays. The rest of the week he had to do with out.

Puck had one rule. It was a rule that all the "performers" in the club practiced with diligent hand. Everyone that bid on them had to take a shower before. They always wore condoms, and if the performer said no. It meant no. That was the general's orders and so they were followed by the Russians and the Chinese.

Uri was taking the shower. For the most part, or if it was any other officer Puck would already be naked laying on the bed waiting for whom ever to come out. Uri didn't like that though. In fact Uri liked to talk to him before hand. It was just the way he liked it, and to be honest so did Puck.

This was one of the few times that Puck got into the sex. In fact he down right enjoyed it. The Heroin always came after the sex so Puck couldn't attribute it to that. He actually often fantasized about Uri when he was with another guy. It made things easier on him and most of the Russian female officers weren't all Helga's so he didn't have to picture anyone else.

The bathroom door opened and steam poured out. Puck smiled a little bit at that. Uri wasn't a looker by any means. He didn't have the perfect body; his hair was graying a little at the sides. He was 42, damn near twenty three years older than Puck. Uri was just kind of average. There was nothing remarkable about him. Except for his presence, this caught people's attention. In fact the young Russian officer who was bid against Uri for Puck had to have some balls on him. Bidding against Uri was like telling the President that you were going to kill him. It just didn't turn out well for you.

He always smiled at Puck when he walked out. They had a connection and in some ways it was a father and son connection, which was disturbing to Puck. Yet, these were disturbing times and there really wasn't any one to turn to these days.

"You seem a little distant tonight." Uri said as he stood in the middle of the small room. He was looking down at Puck with a little smile.

"I'm sorry. I guess I just have a lot of things on my mind."

"Like what?" Uri said as he walked over and pulled out some paper work from his jacket pocket.

Puck paused for a few moments before Uri looked back at him with his eyes brows raised now in curiosity. Puck took in a deep breath and frowned at him.

"In the labor camps?" Puck asked.

"Yes," Uri spoke and leaned up against the wall worry covering his face, "Noah do you have enough money to cover rent? You're not behind are you?"

"No, No, and if I was tonight would take care of that for months. Thank you by the way."

Uri pushed himself away from the wall and made a grunting sound.

"The officer who bid against you, you won't hurt him will you?"

Uri smiled at him and sat on the bed next to him.

"Of course I won't. It is how things work here. So what did you want to know about the labor camps?"

"The performers that go there… are they treated worse, or the same as the others… or better?"

"It depends on who's in charge of the camp. Why?"

Puck stood up from the bed and walked over to the small night stand and ran his fingers over the lamp that was setting there. The heat from the bulb made the tips of his fingers tingle. He hadn't realized that they were cold.

"Mercedes is in trouble."

"Mercedes?" Uri asked then his back straightened and he slightly glared. "You mean the black girl?"

"Yeah, well, she isn't getting any body to bid on her. We've been giving her our tips, but they're not covering it. Also we can't give her the coins cause they're tracked."

Uri leaned forward and folded his hands in front of him. "I am a wear they are tracked. What is it that you want?"

"Would you bid on her?" Uri put his head down and there was a slight groan that came from him. Puck had learned about that groan. When his head dropped down, he did that when he was angry.
"Uri please, I beg you. You're the only one that can help her. You're the only one that has the money to do it. You're the only one I can ask."

"Ask? You expect me to show you favoritism? Your friend isn't getting the job done. So to us she is more useful in a camp! The thought of her alone being a performer was idiotic to begin with. I almost protest her being allowed to perform." Uri said as he stood and charged the few steps to the window.

"Then why did you? Huh? Why let her be here if you knew she was going to fail? Knowing that whoever was around her was going to do their damndest to make sure she didn't go back to your death camps?"

Uri glared back at Puck at the last sentence.

"Oh, what you didn't think that I knew what those camps are for? You just thought I was some stupid American who didn't pay attention in history class. Forced Labor camps are death camps. You can shoot out all the lies you want about how great you are treating us, but don't forget General, I was in one of those camps. Hell, my whole family has been in camps like that before. Or do you not remember Hitler and the Jews? Or did they teach you in Russia that it was a picnic for us then too?"

Uri had turned and faced him during Puck's little rant. His face turning red, but the mention of Hitler had his mouth drop open.

"You think that low of me?" There was a certain pleading in his voice.

Puck looked down his lips quivering with rage, but he had to be honest. He had to tell the truth. He looked back at Uri, and then looked away again. Shame must have being clouding his face.

"No, Not at all. She's just very important to me, to all of us."

Uri let out a long breath and looked up to the ceiling. His eyes were tracing over the water stains and cracks. Puck quietly looked at him. It was so quite in fact that he could hear Tina's moans coming from the next room. His stomach turned a little bit.

"I will bid on her next week. We'll play… a game of some kind to pass the time."

"Seriously?" Puck asked. There was no hiding the excitement in his voice.

"Cross my heart." Uri said as he made the invisible lines on his chest smiling at Puck the whole time.

Puck had a "girl moment" and ran and hugged Uri tightly. Mercedes was going to be okay! This was why he had developed feelings for Uri. Even if he was a Russian, the most powerful Russian in the United States, he had compassion and that was what made Puck have feelings for him. He pulled out of the hug and placed his lips on Uri's. There was shock for a moment, and when he pulled away Uri smiled.

"I thought kissing on the mouth was against your rules."

"Yeah," Puck said as he undid the towel and it fell to the ground, "I never really liked to follow the rules anyway." Then he kissed him again passionately. When they broke apart Uri's eyes stayed closed as his body relaxed in a way that Puck never had really seen.

"Do you have any other friends that need my help?"

"Umm, "Puck said as he looked up, "I'll let ya know." Then they both fell on to the bed, with the springs squeaking under their weight.