Chapter 10

Hang on Over

Bella got home just after Brittney was dropped off and Sam walked them both up to the door. Brittney just marched inside, tired after all that had just happened.

"Thank you Sam. It was beautiful."

"You're beautiful," he said leaning in for a kiss.

Their lips met and Bella thought she was going to melt. It was just as she thought it would be, no wait, better. When their lips finally parted she could only manage a whisper, "I… love you."

"I love you, too."

"I think I'm going to be sick," Puck said in the doorway.

"Shut up Noah!" Sam yelled, "Just cause you can't find true love doesn't mean that you should be pissed at the world."

"Lauren and I are perfectly happy together."

"Is that why you are always kissing these other girls when she isn't around?"

"I can't help that I'm a beast that can't be tamed," he turned to Bella, "If you want to know what it is like to ride on the Puckerman Express just ask your friend."

Before Bella could get pissed Sam already had his fist an inch from Puck's face.

"Well, I am leaving," Puck said as he walked to his truck and drove off.

"Why didn't you punch him?" Bella asked curiously.

"Two wrongs don't make a right. He won't try it again, I promise."

"I'll hold you to that."

They shared one last parting kiss and he got in the car. Bella stormed inside the house and saw Brittney and Alegandra sitting on the couch.

"Okay girl, start talking!"

"Wait, you don't understand," she started, "He is just so charming and he brought over wine coolers."

"So you are drinking now?" Brittney asked, as she too got angry.

"I hope the sex was worth it then, because it is too late to take it back now," Bella informed, still angry.

"Sex? We didn't have sex. We only made out."

"That isn't what he told me."

"You would actually believe him over me?"

"No, but I had to investigate all possibilities."

"Well, I am going to bed," Brittney said, "It has been a long day."

"Yeah, see you both tomorrow," Bella added, as she headed to bed as well.

"Ugh, my head is killing me!" Jeff yelled when he woke up to the alarm.

"Yeah, it is probably because of all of the drinking you did," Ivan Flores said, who was already up and dressed, "Do you remember any of what happened?"

"I remember going over to Santana's, being afraid of getting shot, and that's about it. I don't even know if we practiced our song."

"Well, you almost through away your V-Card for her."

"What! You have to be kidding me. I would never…"

"Apparently you would if you had five shots of Brandy."

"Oh my god, I am so embarrassed."

"I thought you shouldn't go to school today, so I changed your alarm."

"No, I never miss a day of school," he grabbed his head, which felt like it was about to split open.

"You can't come to school hung over."

"You wanna bet? I can do anything if I set my mind to it."

"You know that Puckerman is going to make fun of you again."

"Screw him, I can take it."

"Well, hurry up then. We have to leave in ten minutes."

Jeff was up and had clothes on faster than a shooting star.

'There, now I just need to brush my teeth and do my hair,' he thought, but as soon as he finished he felt like he was going to be sick and ran to the toilet.

"Ugh, why on earth did I do that?" he asked and got up, re-brushed his teeth and headed out to the car.

"Are you sure you can go to school today?" Kurt asked, "I mean the Glee Club went to school hung over once and they ended up drinking even more."

"I am not going to drink again. I have a strong will and I can handle a headache and some ill-time vomiting."

"Well be careful, because it could get you expelled," Finn added as they pulled into the parking lot, "Here put these on," he handed him a pair of sunglasses and he put them on.

"Won't this just make me look suspicious?"

"No, the people at this school are idiots and they won't even notice," Kurt responded.

They all got out of the car and headed into the school, but Jeff's shoe was untied so he stopped.

"Hey there Jenni," came a voice from behind him.

"Fuck off Puckerman!"

"Hey, I was only going to offer you help."

"Yeah right."

"I always carry a flask of vodka with me in case of emergencies."

"I am not about to drink, and definitely not something that you have."

Puck hit him in the back of the neck with such force that he was knocked out instantly. He grabbed him and tossed him over his shoulder and brought him over to the porta-potties. He reached into his bag and pulled out a silver flask and poured the contents down Jeff's throat.

"Ha, I would love to stay and see what you're like when you get up, but I can't miss first period again."

Puck left closing the door behind him and then tipping it over, just to be an ass.

It was almost an hour before he woke up.

"What the hell just happened!" he tried to get up, but the whole room felt like it was spinning. He felt something wet and mushy on his elbow, and looked over to see what it was.

"EWW, EWW, EWWWWWW!" he screamed when he realized that he was in a portable toilet and that it wasn't hand sanitizer on his arm. He kicked the door open and ran around in circles flailing his arms in the air.

"Jeff, are you okay?" came a girl's voice who had just came around the corner.

"Are you my conscience?" he asked looking bewildered by the sudden interruption.

"I guess that answers my question," she walked up to him and grabbed his shoulder.

"Quinn?"

"Yes, your friends were worried about you, and I have this period open, so Mr. Schue gave me a call."

"Th…Thank… you," he said with a slight hiccup at the end.

"What happened to you? I didn't think that you were the drinking type that would even do it at school."

"I…"

"Well, I better take you to your friends, but we need to avoid the staff members. If they catch us, you will get expelled, and you might get picked up by Vocal Adrenalin."

"You… care…"

"I just don't want to loose Nationals my senior year."

"But you think I am good?"

"I told you that you would have a chance as yourself, but if this is it, I think I should revise that."

"NO!" he yelled surprised he followed the conversation that long.

"Well, let's get you to your friends. Then we will talk."

She grabbed his hand and escorted him to the Choir room, where Mr. Schuester let his friends go to wait for him.

"Oh my god Jeff, are you okay?" Bella asked, running up to him.

"He wasn't like that this morning," Ivan Flores said.

"I thought you were going to make him stay home?" Brittney asked, tapping her foot.

"He wouldn't listen to me, and refused to stay, but more importantly, we should find out who did this to him."

"It…"

"What?" Quinn asked.

"Noah…"

"Noah? You mean Puckerman?"

"Yeah," he passed out onto the ground.

"That is the last straw!" Brittney yelled, "I am going to kill that boy."

They all left when the bell rang and Quinn took them to where Puck usually went at that hour.