Never Forgotten Past
Last Time: Puck and Sarah were in the middle of a date night when Shelby called. Beth fell and cut her lip open, making her get three stitches. Puck thought he would be fine, but didn't realize how hard it would be to see Beth like that. Sarah let Puck stay the night at her house. And that's what you missed last time on Never Forgotten Past.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any songs that I may put in here.
Broken Future
Sarah's Point of View
Mr. Martinez finished singing Sexy and I Know It and we all couldn't stop laughing.
"Wow, David, that was great," Mr. Schue said.
"Well, I try," Mr. Martinez flashed his teeth again and all of us melted just a little bit more.
"Alright, well everyone, looks like it's time for you to go," Mr. Schue nodded.
"Oh my goodness," Rachel breathed as she fell into step next to me while we walked out the door.
"I know," I agreed. Mr. Martinez really is something else, but I'm with Puck, at least I thought I was until a little bit ago.
"Rach!" Finn called from down the hallway.
"I gotta go. I'll see you later Sarah," she smiled at me.
Rachel pranced away and I walked to my locker, but was stopped when I felt a hand on my wrist pulling me back. I knew exactly who it was, but I wasn't ready to talk to him now.
"No Puck," I groaned and pulled my arm back.
"I don't understand Sarah! What's going on?" he asked. Puck genuinely looked upset and confused, but I wasn't having it.
"You don't know?" I shot back, "You honestly don't know what you did, or actually, said?"
Puck's eyebrows went together as he thought back to before. Finally, he shook his head.
"You are unbelievable," I muttered before continuing my walk to my locker.
"Please tell me," Puck begged as he followed me.
I felt tears come to my eyes as I turned the combination to my locker, "Please go away," I whispered. I grabbed my book and folder, put them in my backpack, and was about to close my locker when a hand reached up and held it open.
"Sarah," Puck's voice said in my ear, "Look in your locker," I looked up at the locker door and smiled softly. There was my schedule and a white board where my homework was written, but there were pictures as well. One of Beth on Christmas, a family portrait taken just days before Dad left us, one of Finn, Kurt, and I on homecoming, a group shot of New Directions after we won Sectionals, and finally, the one that Puck was talking about. It was actually a six-by-six collage of pictures of the two of us; at Santana's party, our first date, spirit week in matching football jerseys, homecoming, Christmas, babysitting Beth, New Year's.
"Do you see this?" Puck asked as he pointed towards the collage, "I love you and you love me and in each picture, I think it's pretty obvious. I made a promise to myself before this picture," he pointed at the one of our first date, "That I would protect you and make you happy no matter what. See this one?" he moved his finger over the picture of us on New Year's, "I went back on my promise to myself and felt like crap for days. Now please, please, please Sarah, what happened?"
A tear leaked down from my eye and I turned to face Puck, "Did you mean what you said in the choir room?"
Puck's expression turned confused, "I'm sorry, what?"
"Don't make me say it," I whispered.
"Can you give me a clue then?" Puck asked.
"Mr. Schue asked where would we be in 2030 and you said...," I searched his face to see if he remembered.
"Jail or dead or both," Puck whispered.
I nodded and another round of tears came from my eyes.
"No Sarah," Puck pulled me in for a hug and his hands went up and down my back, "I wasn't thinking, it just came out. That's something I used to think."
"Then why did you say it?" I asked angrily as I pulled back.
"It just slipped, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it," Puck pleaded.
My fists clenched, "Do I mean anything to you?"
Puck's eyes widened, "Are you crazy? You mean the world to me."
"Then why do you plan on dying or going to jail by the time you're 36?" I yelled.
"I don't know," Puck said quietly.
"Yes you do. Are we not going to have the perfect family after high school?" my voice was getting louder and louder with each word that came from my mouth.
"Please, just calm down Sarah. I didn't mean it," Puck's hands made their way up my arms.
"No," I snapped and another round of tears flowed down as I pulled my arms away, "I thought we were perfect and that we would go on to have four kids that we would worship just as much as we do to each other, but I guess I was wrong because the father of those kids plans on being in jail."
"Sarah," Puck whispered, "Look at this," he picked up my wrist and brought the charm bracelet even with my eyes, "I gave this to you to show you how much I love you and how much I want to be with you."
I jerked my hand away, "I'm not planning on going to jail Puck."
"Well, obviously, but you're not going to have to worry about that since neither one of us will do anything to be put in jail," Puck said.
"I'm not planning on dying either," I scoffed.
"And neither am I," Puck added.
"Then why did you say it?" I exploded.
"I don't know!" Puck yelled back.
Anger flowed through my veins and before I knew it, my hand was in the air and it quickly found Puck's shoulder where there was a loud smack. I froze, but Puck winced, I had just hit him in the same spot his mom would. Mine and Puck's eyes met, and while I would bet my were filled with shock at my actions, Puck's weren't. His hazel eyes stared at me filled with a deeper hurt than I had ever seen mixed with confusion at what I had just done.
We stared at each other for another minute before Puck finally walked away, "Goodbye," I heard him whisper.
I burst into tears and slid down against my locker. I'm a terrible person, I really am.
"Sarah?" I looked up to see Ms. Pillsbury standing over me, "Maybe you should come to my office."
I nodded and stood up. After a short walk, I found myself sitting in one of the red chairs opposite the counselor.
"What happ-"
"I'm the worst person in the world!" I burst with a new waterfall of tears.
"Oh, no," Ms. Pillsbury said as she grabbed a box of tissues and passed them to me, "You are not the worst person in the world. Why would you think that? Did something happen between you and Puck?"
"Puck," I whined, "He hates me, I know it, he hates me."
"What happened?" Ms. Pillsbury asked.
I took a deep breath and wiped my eyes and nose with the Kleenex, "He told us in glee that he thinks he'll either be dead or in jail in 2030 and it really hurt me. He didn't understand why I was upset, more so because he apparently didn't mean it. He just kept saying it over and over, how he didn't mean it, it wasn't going to happen, we could have our perfect family that we wanted. I couldn't take it though, it hurt so bad and I...and I...," I stopped and a fresh set of tears came.
"What did you do?" Ms. Pillsbury asked softly.
"I hit him," I choked out.
If it was possible, Ms. Pillsbury's eyes widened. She turned around and grabbed a pamphlet from her shelf and placed it in front of me.
"'So You're Hitting Your Boyfriend,'" I whispered as the blood drained from my face.
"Let's start with looking at this and then we'll talk about about Puck said," Ms. Pillsbury suggested.
"But I don't hit him," I said quietly.
"Sarah, we have to talk about this. While what Puck said may have hurt you, it wasn't right to hit him and cause him physical pain," Ms. Pillsbury said.
"It was even worse because of where I hit him," I whispered to myself as another tear left my eye.
"Where did you hit him?"
I looked up and blinked. No! I didn't just say that! She'll find out about his mom. I shook my head, "It doesn't matter."
"Yes, it does. Was it in a place where he got hurt in football?" Ms. Pillsbury asked.
"Football ended two months ago," I pointed out.
"Then why did it hurt him so badly?"
"I hit him in the shoulder," I cried quietly.
Ms. Pillsbury looked confused, "Did he have a bruise or cut that you knew of, but hit him there anyways?"
I nodded.
"Did you purposely hit him there or was it your self-conscious that did it?"
"The second one," I whispered.
Ms. Pillsbury sighed quietly and nodded, "Was this the first time you hit him?"
"Yes, well the first time out of anger. Sometimes we'll just be joking around and I'll hit him lightly on the arm, but he'll just laugh. He knows I don't mean it especially because I want to keep him safe and out of harm's way," I said softly. I looked up at Ms. Pillsbury, "That's not wrong, is it?" I asked.
"Of course not, Sarah," she smiled, "That's perfectly fine and sweet of you to believe. I'm not clear on why you think that though, he's very strong and confident, correct? He doesn't let others beat him down."
"Puck's-" I stopped and shook my head, "No, I can't."
"You can't what?" Ms. Pillsbury prodded.
"Tell you," I whispered.
"How important is this secret that you're not allowed to tell me?"
More tears fell from my eyes, "It's not important," I lied, hoping she wouldn't notice.
Ms. Pillsbury's raised eyebrows proved I was wrong, "Sarah, this isn't my first time that I have dealt with teenagers. Now tell me, how important is this secret?"
"Very," I whispered.
"Is it life or death?" she asked softly.
I opened my mouth to answer her, but was interrupted when the door opened. We both looked up and I gasped.
"Ms. P, I need your help," Puck muttered while looking at the ground. He was holding an ice pack to his shoulder, making the tears fall faster down my face.
Ms. Pillsbury glanced at me and cleared her throat before turning back to Puck, "Um, I'm a little busy right now Puck, but I would be happy to help you in a few minutes."
Puck looked up at Ms. Pillsbury then over at me. He took a second glance in my direction then finally stared at me. His hazel eyes took in my red stained blue ones and the tear tracks down my face.
"Sarah," he breathed and took a step closer to me, but stopped as if something went off in his head. Instead, he glanced around as if he didn't want to see me.
"Puck, can you sit down please?" Ms. Pillsbury asked.
The two of us looked at her for a minute before Puck nodded and sat down next to me.
Ms. Pillsbury looked at the two of us and took a deep breath, "Ok, let's get started."
"With what?" I asked.
"Puck, when Sarah hit you, how did that make me feel?" she asked.
"You realize I'm a guy, right?" Puck countered.
"Well, how's this? Did she hurt you?" Ms. Pillsbury asked.
Puck glanced at me then back at Ms. Pillsbury, "She knows why it hurts even worse than it should."
"Puck, I am so sorry," I said softly.
"I know," he replied without looking at me.
"I would like to be caught up," Ms. Pillsbury stated, "Something seems to be happening or has happened that is very important and normally I wouldn't push, but I think it's essential for me to know."
Puck and I stayed quiet, neither daring to say what was going on.
"Looks like this is going to be harder than I thought," Ms. Pillsbury said.
I cracked a smile and Puck chuckled softly.
"Puck, can I see your shoulder please?" Ms. Pillsbury asked as she stood up and walked around the table.
The smile faded from my face and Puck moved his seat closer to me in a failed effort to avoid Ms. Pillsbury.
"I don't feel comfortable with that Ms. P," Puck muttered.
"I just want to make sure it's not bad," Ms. Pillsbury reasoned as she took a step closer.
Puck stood up and walked to the door, "You know what? Sarah was here first, I really shouldn't be here interrupting her time."
"Noah, sit," Ms. Pillsbury said sternly.
Puck took a glance towards me and I gave him a sympathetic look. This could not be happening right now. Puck sat in the chair next to me and slouched down.
"You two have five minutes to sort everything out and then I will be back in here," Ms. Pillsbury said before walking out of the office.
"Puck-" I started.
"I used to actually think I was going to be dead or in jail by the time I was 30 and then you came back. I had put it in my head for so long and so harshly, that whenever the future comes up, it just slips out. I really do want a future with you," Puck said.
I nodded and put my hand on his knee, "I'm sorry I acted the way I did, I shouldn't have yelled at you and I definitely shouldn't have hit you."
Puck nodded and turned to face me, "I deserved the yelling, I didn't realize how much I hurt you, but I didn't deserve the slap to the shoulder."
"I'm so sorry," I whispered.
Puck put the ice pack down on the desk then took me in his arms, "You didn't know."
"So she hit you again?" I asked quietly.
"My mother doesn't support the idea of me sleeping over my girlfriend's house," he replied.
"How bad?" I groaned against his neck.
"Twice as bad as the last one," Puck said quietly into my hair.
Another tear dripped down from my eye, "I'm terrible."
"No you're not, you are not terrible, you are wonderful," Puck pulled away from me and held me at arms length.
"I hit you," I pointed out, "In the exact same spot that your mom did."
Puck shrugged, "As long as this was a one time thing, I won't be mad at you."
I pulled Puck back into my arms, "Thank you, I thought you were going to hate me and now..."
"I know," Puck chuckled.
"What are we going to tell Ms. Pillsbury?" I asked softly.
"I think we're going to have to tell her the truth," Puck said.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because otherwise she'll figure out on her own and you might get in trouble for keeping this a secret," Puck said quietly as he pushed my hair away from my face.
Before I could protest, the door opened back up and Ms. Pillsbury walked in, "I hope this means you guys have come to an understanding," she smiled as we pulled apart.
Puck nodded and looked at me before taking a deep breath and rolling up his shirt sleeve. I felt like I was going to pass out. This wasn't a good idea.
"I have to show you something Ms. Pillsbury," Puck started to say, "Don't freak out of anything."
I looked away as the dark grey shirt sleeve made it's way to his shoulder. Seeing just the dark blue and purple skin at the edge was enough for me.
"Oh my goodness," Ms. Pillsbury gasped. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her take a step forward, "When did this happen?"
"Sunday," Puck whispered. I felt his hand against my own shoulder and he squeezed softly.
I shook my head, "I don't want to see Puck, not again, I won't do it."
"Has this happened before then?" Ms. Pillsbury asked.
I mentally kicked myself for saying 'not again,' I'm so stupid.
"The last time it looked even remotely this bad was after homecoming. Otherwise it's just been a slap or a thrown book or something," Puck said quietly.
I could feel his eyes on me and I just kept shaking my head, "No Noah, I'm not looking," I choked through my tears.
Ms. Pillsbury's heals clicked as she walked back behind her desk, "Sarah?" she asked softly.
"He has to put his shirt back on," I whispered.
"It is," Puck said, "Come on, you can turn around now," his hands gently led me around to face Ms. Pillsbury.
"What's wrong Sarah?" Ms. Pillsbury asked.
"Did you just see that?" I yelled while pointing at Puck, "His arm doesn't even look like an arm anymore, it's purple!"
"Calm down," Puck said softly.
I whipped around to face him, "Calm down? You did this last time, you said it was fine, that you could take care of yourself, but look! It's not like I helped at all though by hitting you."
"Sarah," Ms. Pillsbury said calmly, "Take a deep breath and then we're going to figure out what we're going to do."
Puck's face froze and he turned to face Ms. Pillsbury, "'What we're going to do'?"
"Puck, you can't go on like this," Ms. Pillsbury said softly.
Puck nodded, "Uh, yeah, I can. She hasn't killed me yet, so I'm doing a good job at taking care of myself."
I rolled my eyes then stared pointedly at his shoulder.
"One time," he whispered.
"Two times," I stated angrily.
"Something needs to be done," Ms. Pillsbury started, "And you're going to be put somewhere safe."
"I can't," Puck said.
"Why?" Ms. Pillsbury asked.
"I do have a sister that I need to take care of," Puck said through his teeth.
"They can come live with us," I said, it just popped out, I didn't really think it through, but it made sense. We were they're second family and now that Puck and I are more than that, it would be perfect.
"What would you're mom say?" Ms. Pillsbury asked.
"She wouldn't mind," I smiled, "Come on Puck, just for a few days. You and Grace would be fine and safe while Ms. Pillsbury and Mr. Schue sort everything out."
"This was a terrible idea," Puck said as he put his head in his hands.
"Nothing else bad can happen to you," Ms. Pillsbury said, "I'm sorry, but you really don't have a choice about leaving, just about where you and your sister will go."
"You guys don't have room for us," Puck looked at me, "I know we slept in the same bed the other day, but what about Grace?"
"Finn can sleep on the ground," I told him.
Puck shook his head, "That's not fair."
"I'm sorry Puck, but I will be calling Child Protective Services in a few minutes and you're going to have to stay at either the Hudson-Hummel's or somewhere else," Ms. Pillsbury said gently.
Puck stood up and pushed the chair back, "Fine, just take me and my sister away. Mom's going to be crushed then she'll go back to the bottle, but what does that matter as long as I don't have bruises on my arm."
I put my hand out and opened my mouth to say something, but Puck just stormed out of the office, never looking back.
Ms. Pillsbury took a deep breath and grabbed her phone, hitting a number in the process, "Are you ok Sarah? Or would you like to stay?"
"I'm going to go home now," I told her, "Thanks for everything," I gave her a weak smile.
"It will be ok, trust me," Ms. Pillsbury smiled, "We'll figure this out," someone must have said something because her attention turned to the phone, "Will, we have a problem."
I stood and left the office to leave her to her phone call. I decided to walk home, it wasn't that far away, just about a half mile. I needed the fresh air to clear my head anyways. Everything was changing and I needed to figure out how to keep it all controlled.
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A/N: Wow, this all just came out of my fingers as I typed. I actually didn't plan on that second half to happen, but I kind of like how it turned out. What do you guys think? Valentine's Day is coming up in a few chapters, any one have any ideas on a song Puck can have the God Squad sing to Sarah? Alright, well, you know the drill, PLEASE REVIEW with any questions, comments, concerns, or suggestions. I love to read them, so please!
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Ace5492 - Thank you so much!
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Sneak Peak: I didn't understand what was going on, but it probably wasn't good if I had to pack a bag with a week's worth of clothes.
A different point of view that I've only used once in passing.
