Heeeeeey! I'm ba-ack! Jeez, it's been forever since I posted, I apologize. Writer's block is a bitch, and she reared her ugly-ass head this chapter. But, thanks to Taylor Francis Rose, she went back to her cave! Thanks a bunch, hun. I owe you big time. And for those of you who haven't, you should read her story: Glee Candy. It's awesome. Thanks Oh Leah Darling, jmllei, NightVixen 19, missemilyfleur and Taylor Francis Rose for reviewing plus anyone else who favorited/alerted! Much love. This chapter is less funny/romantic, more serious.

PS: Have y'all seen Hot Chelle Rae's music video for Tonight, Tonight? Fucking amazing. It has sexy blonde Chord Overstreet (who I'm extremely upset with for cutting his hair AND dying it brown!) Anywaysssss, without further adue, here's chapter 10!

Chapter 10: "Heartless"

Puck

Puck sat on the floor next to his bed, a Bud Light in hand with the rest of the six-pack in reaching distance. He took a gulp of the golden liquid, sighing. He was a dumbass. And, according to Nicki, an "arrogant, self-centered, idiotic, Lima Loser who chews women up and spits them out." Yep, she really hit the nail on the head with that one.

What the fuck was he thinking? Blurting out his feelings to her, when he wasn't even sure of them? For fuck's sake. And kissing her? What was that? He lip-raped the girl!

She didn't love him. Shit, he'd be surprised if she still even liked him. Puck couldn't blame her, he was an ass. He'd openly flirted with a taken girl. And beat up her boyfriend. And kissed her against her will.

Damn. Such an ass.

No wonder Nicki didn't want to be with him. She had Sam. And Sam was, well, Sam. He was perfect. He was nice and sang well and was in great shape and had that fucking Bieber haircut and those big-ass lips and was the damn quarterback! Girls drooled over him.

And here was Puck. A pathetic, low-life, drunken creep. A dude that sleeps with girls, never with the intent of seeing them again. And the fucking cougars. Shit. He slept with married women for money to buy fucking nun chucks! He might as well be a damn stripper.

Now that he thought about it, he never saw any of the girls because they didn't want to. The girls were simply horny. And they knew Puck was good for a fuck, and that he wouldn't want to see them again either. Or they were too embarrassed of sleeping for Lima's unofficial male prostitute. Puck was a man whore.

He frowned at the thought. Downing the remainder of his beer, he crushed the can. He reached across the floor, grabbed a new Bud Light, noticing it was the last one. Shit, he already drank five? He shrugged and popped open the top, gulping down the luke-warm beverage.

Maybe that's all Puck was good for. A hump-and-dump. He was a living dildo.

His mind began swimming, finally feeling the effects of the alcohol.

He was worthless, that's what Nicki meant to say: he was a worthless piece of shit who was good for sex, nothing else and would never be loved by anyone except for his fucking mom. Nicki has just been trying to spare his fucking feelings by not telling him so.

He blew out a puff of air. Life sucked. And so did he. He was no better than those losers he used to throw in the dumpster or throw into lockers. He was just as useless.

He'd been fooling himself all along, making himself think that girls adored him. That he had tons of friends. That anyone who didn't like him, feared him because Puck was the shit with a capital 's.' That he ruled Lima.

But one girl, one fucking girl had pulled the damn rug right out from under him. Made him realize that he did have feelings, and that he'd been hiding them by screwing numerous chicks. Made him realize that people didn't like him, they hated him. Made him realize that he really only had a handful of friends, everyone else just pretended to be nice in fear of being beat-up. Made him realize that under this shitty 'bad-ass' façade, he was extremely self-conscious.

He took another chug of beer.

What the fuck had he become? This, this vulnerable, emotional, whiny wimp? That was not Puckzilla. Not even fucking close.

Another chug.

He had to get the old Puck back. The one that didn't give a rat's ass what anyone thought. Didn't feel 'love,' or what the Puck-version of love was.

He finished off the rest of his beer, slamming the can down on the carpeted floor triumphantly.

Puckasarus felt lust, not this romantic chick-flick shit. All Puck cared about was drinking, partying and screwing chicks.

And summer? It was the best time to fucking do it.

Puck walked on the cobble-stone walkway leading to Nicki's house. It was late in the afternoon but the summer sun still beat down on his neck, making his skin form tiny beads of sweat. Once he'd arrived at the gigantic door, he hesitated. Was this really a good idea?

Of course it is, a voice in the back of his head told him. Quit being such a little bitch and ring the damn doorbell. This is the first step to getting your old self back. Puck nodded in agreement and pushed the doorbell. He heard a pretty chime echo through out the house, but no response. He waited a little bit longer, teetering back and forth on his heels. A few minutes passed: nothing. Frowning, he knocked on the heavy wood door a couple times.

"I'm coming!" he heard a voice from inside scream. "Jesus! Have a little patience!" There was a stomp of heels and the door opened, revealing a short girl. Her hair was raven-black and in a high ponytail with a bump. Her lips were nude and glossy but she wore heavy eyeliner and bronzer. Not that she really needed the bronzer, but… Puck frowned. Did he come to the wrong house? This chick was not familiar, at all.

"Hey! I know you!" she announced.

However, she apparently knew him. "Yeah, uh-"

"You're Puck!" she exclaimed, her smile wide. "Nicole's friend."

Oh. So he was at the right house. "Uh huh. Sorry," Puck said, turning on his charm, "it's not usually like me to forget a girl's name, especially one as beautiful as you, but would you please remind me?"

The girl giggled slightly and Puck smirked, happy he was still a sexy Casanova. "It's Jen. I'm Nicole's step-sister."

Step-sister? Nicki never mentioned a step-sister. Yeah, he knew about Junior, but he didn't know Jen. "Well it's a pleasure to meet you, Jen. It's a shame Nicki didn't introduce us before." Jen continued to smile brightly.

"What happened to your eye?" Jen asked bluntly, pointing at the now yellow/green bruise blooming from underneath his eye.

"Just a little fight. No biggie," Puck shrugged, knowing full well Jen would easily fall for his bad boy charm. They all did.

"Wow," she admired. "That's, like, so cool." She batted her long mascara-covered lashes at him and twisted a piece of what he was sure were extensions around her finger. It was too fucking easy.

"It's a'ight. All part of protecting the rep." Jen continued to gaze at him, and he was pretty sure her panties were soaked at this point but he decided to do what he came here for. "Do you know if Nicole's around?"

Jen frowned at the question, but eventually said, "She said something about hanging out with that Bieber look-a-like today, but I guess I could see if she's still here."

"I would be very thankful," Puck told her. Jen giggled again before inviting him inside.

"I'll just be a second," she whispered in Puck's ear. Yeah, he decided, Puckerone's still fucking got it. "Nicole! Nicole!" Jen screeched, stomping down the steps to find her step-sister. Puck took this as an opportunity to check-out her ass. It was okay. Nothing compared to Nicki's, but definitely something he could work with. Jen soon disappeared from Puck's sight and he heard squabbling coming from downstairs, but he was too far away to hear what they were saying. After a few minutes, a hesitant Nicki walked up the steps, Jen hot on her heels.

"What are you doing here?" Nicki demanded as she stepped closer to him.

"Hello to you too," he said jokingly.

"What are you doing here?" she repeated, looking beyond irritated.

"Uh," he began, his gaze shifting from Nicki to Jen, who hadn't left yet. She was still standing close to Nicki, hanging onto Puck's every word. "Hey, babe? Could you maybe give me and Nicki just a few minutes?" Jen frowned again. "It'll only be a sec, I promise."

"Fine," she groaned, giving Nicki's hip a light shove as she sashayed out of the room.

"Why didn't you tell me you had another sister? And such a hot one, at that," Puck told Nicki, smirking.

"Puckerman, for the last fucking time. What are you doing here?" Nicki grumbled, her arms crossed defiantly over her chest.

He sighed, deciding to get serious. "Look, Nick, I know you said you never wanted me to talk to you again. And I completely get that. What I did, and have been doing," he added, "was completely wrong. You have a boyfriend, and I should've respected that."

"Keep going," Nicki ordered, she eyeing him unsurely.

"I've been an asshole. What happened in the parking lot, it was stupid. And me hitting on you and making you feel uncomfortable, that was a douche-bagy thing for me to do. I'm sorry. For everything," he finished, looking down slightly.

Nicki sighed. "I'm sorry too, Puck. I was really rude to you. I didn't mean what I said."

"Whatever," he breathed, shoving his hands deep in his pockets. He didn't need her pity.

"Puck-" she started to explain, but he quickly cut her off.

"It's whatever, Nick. Let's just, forget it ever happened. Seriously, I didn't mean any of the things I said neither."

Her lightly freckled face drew together. "Huh?"

"I didn't mean the shit I said," he repeated, determined to act like an emotionless asshole. That's what he was, right?

"Puck, you don't have to lie-"

"I ain't lying," he spat. "I don't love you. I don't know what love is, remember?"

She licked her lips, a nervous tick that Puck noticed she had. "I told you I didn't mean that. I had no right to say it, I'm sorry."

"Don't be," he shrugged.

"Puck-"

"Don't, Nick. Just, just don't." She fell silent and lowered her head. "You tell Sam 'bout what happened?"

She frowned slightly. "Maybe."

"You should tell him," he advised. "He's gonna find out eventually."

"You said to forget it ever happened," she reminded him.

He shrugged. "It's whatever you want to do, Nick. Your choice, your boyfriend, I don't wanna get involved." She nodded slowly, still not making eye contact with him. "I'm gonna peace out. I have places to go, chicks to do." She didn't laugh at his joke, either because she wasn't in the mood to laugh or she knew he was serious. "I'll, I'll see ya around."

"Uh huh," she agreed, "I'll see ya." Puck nodded before heading towards the door.

"Hey Nicki," Puck called to her before he opened the door to leave.

"Yeah?" she asked, seemingly distracted.

"Tell your step-sister to give me a call," he winked. She narrowed her eyes at him, confused. But before she could say another word, he shut the door.

Getting Jen to sleep with him was amazingly easy. Just a few days after his visit with Nicki, Jen had called him, eager to meet up. With a few smooth words, she'd been all over him like dip on a chip.

It was incredibly empowering, knowing that he could manipulate a girl without even fucking trying. He felt like the old Puck. The old, sex-shark, bad-ass, manly Puck.

But, there was this, nagging feeling in the back of his mind. Telling him that treating girls like this was wrong. That no one liked being treated like this, that he'd hate if a girl fucked and ran. That he was overreacting, and should stop.

The feeling would go away eventually. Right? He just needed, to, get used to it again. Or ignore it. Either one was fine with him.