This was originally more or less a series of one-shots. I have made up my mind now and it's going to be a multi chapter fic of about ten or so chapters. Basically I picked serial colours, thought of ten or so connotations and then picked ones at random.

Disclaimer: I do not and probably will never own Glee. If I ever win the lottery or something unlikely like that, I will buy the right to the script and make Finn and Puck get together.

I'm sorry this was late, but I've had terrible writers block :( I'm working on the next chapter now, so hopefully it will be up sooner, or longer. I'm also not too happy with this chapter, I blame the writers block. I hate it so much.

If you notice any grammar or spelling mistakes please tell me so I can fix it and no flames please, but constructive criticism is accepted. :)

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Chapter 7 – Blue eyed devil.

Noah sighed in frustration and exhaustion as he rested his face on the cold porcelain of the school's toilet, the contact stinging his flushed cheek. His throat was sour and burning and felt constricted, despite the fact that the waffle's he had consumed for breakfast had beaten his stomach in to submission and he had ended up hurling it up and straight down a toilet.

His breath was heavy and laboured and his entire body ached through to the bone. With a hand that felt like lead he pulled the flush and watched the water swirl around as he ran his tongue around his mouth, desperate to make the vile taste disappear.

He sat up slowly, ignoring the taut knot in his stomach as he dragged his heavy body over to the wall and rested against it, letting his head fall back onto the cold surface. The contact was oddly smoothing and relaxing and he forced himself to stay awake.

He stayed there for what felt like hours, but must have only been ten minutes. He tried regulating his breathing and groaned as his stomach started convulsing and fighting against him again. He quickly lunged for the toilet and vomited up the other half of his breakfast, his throat burning and his eye's stinging.

He let his head fall against the porcelain of the seat again and flushed the toilet, muttering curses in English and Hebrew, the one's his mother would have slapped him for. His stomach was still trembling in reaction and the nausea still hadn't left him.

After a few minutes, he was sure he wouldn't be sick any more and dragged himself up, his entire body feeling like dead weight. With irregular steps he stumbled over to the sink, one hand gripped it tightly as he turned on the tap, then lead against it as he gathered the streaming water in his hands before splashing his face with the refreshing coldness. He then cupped more water and used it to rinse his mouth out, grimacing as the vile taste attacked his taste buds all over again.

After a long pause, he pushed himself away from the sink and slowly began to haul back in to the Choir room. The hallways were empty, apart from Sue Sylvester, who was strolling down the hallway with her normal swagger. She appeared to be on a personal mission of some sort. Probably to destroy the Glee Club, he thought with irritation.

As they passed in the hallway, she abruptly stopped, glanced over her shoulder and then snapped, "Puckerman!"

Puck held back a groan and turned to meet her gaze.

"You look dreadful. No doubt the chemicals in Schuster's hair are affecting your health." She jabbed, eyeing up the boy in front of her. "No need to worry though." She continued, oblivious to Puck's disconnected faucal expression. "One day the incompetent excuse for a principle will realize his mistake of hiring the man and we will all be free of the toxins he is poisoning you misfits with and will no longer be distracted with thoughts of little fairies hiding in those curls."

"Mr. Schuster is a good teacher." Puck muttered weakly in the man's defence, too physically drained to put up any type of confutation. He really did enjoy being taught by the older man. He was the closest thing to a father he had last year.

"Nonsense. Those toxins are obviously affecting your already stunted ability to think, you will be hugging me from freeing you from those disastrous curls one day."

Puck felt his left eyebrow twitch. "Whatever." He muttered, turning back around and continued on his way to the choir room.

"Puckerman," the blond woman growled. "Do not walk away from me!"

"Too late." He muttered, knowing he was going to regret it later on. He kept his arms wrapped tightly around his stomach, hoping it would settle the nausea. He thought about the thing growing inside of him and his heart stumbled first and then splattered before it speed up a little. It was his child – no, it was his and Finn's child. He smiled a little at the thought.

He slipped in to the Choir room, trying to be discreet as he did so. Finn, however, imminently noticed him and sprang to his feet, attracting everybody's attention as he rushed over to him. He hesitated before placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"You okay man?" He asked, his eyes glittering with concern.

Noah was briefly captivated with the beauty of his coffee coloured eyes and mutely nodded. Finn hesitated again, wanting to grasp the younger boy's warm callous hand in his, but he knew Noah wouldn't appreciate it. Finn nodded towards the chairs and the two boy's made their way over with Noah trying to hide the fact he had just been sick.

He could feel the embarrassment of the situation burning at his face. It wasn't the first time he had ran out of a class to be violently sick, but he hadn't done it in front of the Glee Club before and the looks they were shooting his way made his cheeks heat up as he diverted his eye's before returning their stares with a fierce glare.

Santana was the first to speak up with a snipe comment. "You look like shit," She said, "Is that the new style these days?"

"Well you set the standards." He shot back, unruffled.

Santana's lip twitched in amusement, which was the closest anybody had gotten to a sincere smile out of her since the year began.

"Seriously though, you look like the walking dead," She ignored Mr. Schuster's irritated, 'Santana!', and continued to ask, "What the hell is wrong with you?"

He opened his mouth to assure them he was fine, but was cut off by Mercedes next. "Yeah white boy, you don't look so hot." She said; authentic concern evident in her voice.

"I hope it isn't contagious..." Quinn muttered, eyeing him up suspiciously.

He glanced around at the Glee members; some of them seemed genuinely concerned while Santana just looked as pissed as always. Kurt kept staring, observing him. He looked at him as if he knew something nobody else did, and Noah would be lying if he said it didn't put him on edge slightly.

"Stop worrying. I'm fine." He insisted, crossing his arms more tightly around his stomach again.

"Yeah, come on guys, sectionals is in less than a week, we need to practice." Mr. Schuster said and Rachel nodded eagerly.

Brittany interrupted, staring at Puck as if he was in interesting specimen to dissect and she was the experimenter; "You're acting like a pregnant woman."

Santana burst out laughing, shocking a few of the Glee members.

"What the hell, Brittany!" Quinn snapped, staring at the oblivious blond in disbelief.

"What?" She asked, blinking up at the older girl. "He has though...He's been throwing up a lot and really moody...And I think you have a baby bump."

If Puck wasn't sat between Finn and Sam he would have probably fallen off of his chair in embarrassment and shock.

"I do not!" He protested.

"Dude, if you need somebody to help you excise-" Sam began, but was cut off by a flustered Puck.

"I don't! I'm not gaining weight and I'm not bloody pregnant!"

"Guys, please, stop mucking about." Mr. Schuster said, getting a little annoyed and desperate now.

"I agree with Mr. Schue." Rachel said, glancing back at the flustered teen. "Sectionals are only a week away and we have to get all the practice we can if we want to beat Vocal Adrenaline this time."

"Yeah," Puck muttered, trying to escape from the spot light. "So stop assing about and let's get to work."

"Thank you Puck, but please try not to be so rude next time." The curly haired teacher muttered.

"Whatever." He scoffed.

"Right, now, about your assessments!" He said with his normal over-enthusiasm.


Puck wasn't sure how it had gotten to this point, but he had a new habit that had developed over the last year of telling Artie everything. The wheel-bond boy seemed to have this power over him and managed to sense all his problems before he was even fully aware of them himself.

Artie had been one of the first people he had told about Jake and the attacks. He had been the first person he had talked to when he first had started getting feelings for Finn, and he was the first person he had told he was pregnant.

Together, Finn and Artie were helping him defeat the demons of his past and he would be entirely grateful to them for that. They weren't the first people that had tried to help him though and Finn wasn't the first man he had been with. Granted, they had never gone any further then kissing and petting, but they were still a couple.

He had leant from a young age he had no real value to his parents. His father had abandoned them and his mother only seemed to keep him around to earn money and clean up after everyone. Then when Jake came into the picture…His mother had turned a blind eye to the cuts and bruises and his sister was too young to understand.

He couldn't talk to anybody. By then everybody viewed him as the badass, the troublemaker. The teachers were too busy stereotyping him and trying to control him to take his refusal to be touched as anything more then a tantrum. Matt though, the ex Glee Club member had been the only one he could really talk to. Matt had liked him even without his badass status. Matt had genuinely cared about him.

Matt was two years older then him. Puck could remember him from school, from seeing him on the playground, but he had never taken much notice until that night.

The first time he had met Matt it had been raining. He was wandering the streets, crying in shame, disgust and pain. He didn't understand how somebody could do that to another person. He was terrified, wondering how he was going to survive.

He couldn't tell his mother, Jake had threaten to hurt – to kill them if he told anyone. He couldn't do that to them. Noah couldn't bare the thought of losing his family.

Matt had found him stumbling down the street and instantly knew. Matt was old enough to know what type of evil existed in the world. Matt had seen the blood…the tears. He let Noah collapse against him and the older boy had carefully escorted him make to his empty house. Even though Matt was familiar with the evils of the world, like Noah, he had believed Jakes threat.

So Matt had just always been there for him. No matter what.

Matt had cleaned him up in his room. Noah had fought when he touched the more sensitive areas, fear striking through him. "Please stop, not again!" He had pleaded. The older boy crushed him to his chest, telling him he would never be a monster like Jake was.

Matt hadn't belittled him, mocked him like he thought he deserved to be. He had talked to him kindly, soothingly.

Noah's memories with Matt were something he cherished. He had been right - it was something that Jake could never take away.

Matt had tried to prepare him, but even he couldn't have conceived of the horrors Jake and his 'friends' were capable of. Rape became a regular part of his life.

He couldn't fight the blue eyed devil, no matter how much he wanted to. He never knew when, or where, or why, the creature would take him, holding him down, calling him his 'little whore'.

He almost preferred being beaten first - then he could tell himself this was happening because he was too injured to defend himself. At least then he had an excuse as to why he couldn't defend himself. It was strange, but being attacked first always made him feel less valuable, and not as useless, because that meant there was no way he could have defended himself It was just a way to save his pride, he knew that. He held onto the thought though - clung to it in fact, because he knew that if he ever stopped believing that, then his sanity would be the next thing to slip away.

The pain he could deal with, but the humiliation was slowly destroying him.

When it was still new to him he almost lost himself to Jakes words, almost believed them, although he never let the monster know. His pride almost got the best of him. Even now the memory was shameful and agonizing.

He should have known something was up when he returned from working on somebody's garden on his thirteen birthday and was gifted with a cake, his mother and sister gone. The cake was made by Jake. The bastard had drugged him. When he came to, his hands were chained overhead, and he was naked and spread out on a bed.

He only barely resisted the urge to scream curses at the bastard and fight the chains. He would not give him that satisfaction. He was horrified to realize they were not alone. Jake was displaying him to visiting dignitaries. He only gradually became aware that the blue eyed devil was talking about his 'friendless little slut', blue eyes watching him intensely, gauging his reaction. Puck only glared at him.

And then it started. Jake invited, encouraged, demanded, that they take advantage of 'this convenient whore'. He wanted to scream at them - He was meant to be feared! Not – not this! How dare they use him like this? But he suffered in silence, biting through his bottom lip when the pain became too much to bear.

Jake never touched him that time - just sat back in his chair, watching and laughing, sometimes giving his current attacker advice and commentary. "What's the matter, my little whore? Do you want to scream. It's no use. Nobody cares. Just use this as a lesson so you could learn your trueworth."

Noah felt totally abandoned. No one could save him, not even himself. He couldn't resist, couldn't stop them - he was used for what seemed like hours. Then Jake said 'Enough' - and he was ignored and left there as the freak returned to business and Noah watched with a distant eye as they exchanged pornographic pictures of other children, some even younger then him. He was exhausted and beaten, too tired to fight any longer - at that instant he would have done anything Jake asked if it would have stopped this.

Every time Jake assaulted him he wanted to hear him beg...cry...scream - but he wouldn't give him that satisfaction. From that moment his only reaction was anger and hatred - he wouldn't let the bastard know how helpless he made him feel. He refused to cower before the monster that was granted a human form. He did what he was told because he had to, but he never hid how much he despised the freak.

Jake hated that - he always told Noah he was going to beg him to fuck him someday. He considered it a challenge to turn his 'little pet' into a loyal whore. The monster's tirades would start with his hand coiled around his neck, strangling him, and would end with Noah crumpled on the floor of his own room, the smell of dirty socks lingering in the air with Matt bending over him.

Noah knew Jake had destroyed the person he should have been. His dreams were haunted by voices, laughing at him, taunting him for being a weak little whore without any real friends. He would often wake up, screaming, sure he was losing his sanity - nightmare flashes of devil blue eyes drilling into his mind.

Matt was the only contact he would allow, other then Finn at times. He had known they wouldn't cause him pain. Even so, it became more and more difficult for Noah to permit his touch. He knewMatt wouldn't hurt him, but his body often reacted before his mind could tell him it was all right. He couldn't say it, but he was grateful that Matt had been there for him. More than once he would drag himself to consciousness to find he was enveloped in Matt's strong arms, blanketed by his warmth. He was safe here, cared for...wanted.

So when he received a text from Matt, saying;

'I'm back in town next month. We gotta meet up.'

He could resist the grin that captured his lips as he thought about seeing his ex-lover again – because even though they never told anybody, that's what they were, lovers.

Finn glanced over at his boyfriend to see the grin on his lips. It was so infectious that he couldn't help but smile too. "What's that?" He asked, inclining his head to the cell in Noah's hands.

The dark skinned boy shock his head and said, "I'll tell you later," before sliding the phone into his front pocket.

Ten minutes later Brittany tried convincing him into sharing her pasta but after catching a strong whiff he found himself lunging for the closest toilet again.


I hope you enjoyed that :)

The part with Sue is important, but I won't say why.

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