My sister informed me, after having breakfast, that the meal was quite burnt. So I had to start over and make it again... Re-written after Rachel shows up at the house.

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Depression

After Abbegail's last ballet performance, things in the Puckerman household started to drift back slowly into the normal, while at the same time becoming a tense environment. Abbey was staying home more, since she didn't have ballet class anymore, and the only time she left the house when she went to her tutor on Wednesdays. She was keeping herself in oversized sweatpants and baggy t-shirts that Puck never wore anymore and almost never left her room. Puck rarely saw her anymore, since he was at school for most of the day, then he was working on homework with Rachel or cooking or cleaning, or driving her to her tutor.

She began to start missing her doctor's appointments after her medication was added up to about five different pills—Corticosteroids to stop the vomiting that were a direct effect of the chemo therapy she had started once, but then stopped, which resulted in Methotrexate to stop from more cells to grow but since she wasn't going to her chemo appointments, she had to take pain medication for the headaches she got, melatonin for the insomnia that was a direct result of the Celexa that Dr. Martin prescribed when he took one look at the teenager and diagnosed her with depression.

It was nothing Puck hadn't seen before. When Abbey was around nine or ten, she fell into depression because of the lack of result of her cancer treatments. Then, she had spent her time moaning and groaning around the house, rarely coming out of her room, which had turned into a deep, dark cave that Puck was afraid to walk into. She would black out her windows, draw the shades, then hang thick blankets on them so absolutely no sunlight whatsoever would be about to sneak through.

At least she was eating, even if it was junk food. She would appear in the kitchen momentarily, grab a bag of Lay's potato chips, some soda and a package of Double Stuf Oreos, then disappear back into her black hole of a bedroom. She never ate what was for dinner, nor did she consume anything other than junk. Not that it mattered to her what she consumed. The amount of things was consuming could make anyone, even Rachel Berry, obese, but she was losing weight from the cancer anyway, so she didn't care.

She never spoke, only on occasion, and when she did, she kept it to a minimum. Puck found that he was talking to Rachel a lot about Abbey's problem. Sometimes, it was out of pure concern and he needed advice, which he would take, but sometimes it was just to distract Rachel from talking about the baby. Whenever she would say, 'So, Noah, I've been thinking', Puck knew she was about to bring it up and so he instantly interrupted and said something concerning that Abbey had done recently. Rachel would listen intently and give him advice even if he didn't ask for it, which made him feel slightly guilty, but he didn't want to talk about the baby with her, so talking about something that was actually something he wanted to talk about was the right thing to do, wasn't it?

Whenever he would talk to Rachel, she would give him advice like, 'Well, I do think that it's right to give her space because she needs it and she'll come around, hopefully, but you should also try to talk to her because you are her brother and she needs her family.'

So, one night, Puck took Rachel's advice and decided that he was going to make Abbey's favorite dinner, stuffed mushrooms and fettuccini Alfredo, which he didn't even like that much, but since it was for Abbey, he was willing to sacrifice his disgust for the meal for just one night.

The smell brought her down from the abyss that is her room, but instead of going for the food, she just grabbed a two liter bottle of ginger ale and headed back to her room.

"Hey, wait, missy," he called to her, hearing her feet stop on the stairs. "Come back here." Slowly, Abbey started to move back to the kitchen. She entered with her eyes squinting like the light was too much for her and she looked away from the ceiling fan. "I'm making your favorite for dinner tonight. Are you hungry?" Puck asked, tilting the pan slightly to show her the mushrooms that were settled inside.

"Mm," she mumbled in a wordless monotone, sinking down into one of the kitchen chairs.

"I really think you should eat some really food, Abbey."

At a snail's pace, she reached up and turned the cap to the unopened soda, quickly turning it closed again as if the sounds of the carbonation escaping from the bottle were too loud. "Mm," she grumbled again. "Whatever," she wheezed as if it was her first real word in years.

Puck turned the burner down to a simmer and spun around to face her. "You shouldn't be eating junk food like what you are. It's not good for you. From all the sugar and sodium, you're gonna start dying."

A subtle scoff escaped her. "Already am," she croaked before rising from her seat and heading back to her room, soda bottle tucked under her arm.

Puck could barely hear her door shut with how careful with herself she was being. He could hear the lock click, though, and when it did, Puck yanked the pan off the stove, turned the burner off and snatched the phone receiver off the wall to dial Rachel's number.

It rang three times before she picked up. "Hello?"

"Rachel, I'm getting slightly desperate here," he said, running a hand over his Mohawk in frustration. "I've tried just about everything."

"What do you mean, everything?"

He fell into the chair that Abbey had been sitting in. "She's barely speaking now. She only said four things to me—'Mm', 'Mm', 'Whatever', and 'Already am'. Those aren't even sentences! They're not even sentence segments! They're just… grumbles. Her voice is all raspy and gravely. It's like she gargling nails or something."

"My goodness."

"Yes!" he said hysterically. "And, now I'm stuck with an entire meal's worth of stuffed mushrooms and fettuccini Alfredo which I'm not going to eat.

Puck could hear Rachel's chewing on her lip. "What if I came over? The three of us could watch a movie or something. Family time."

"Yeah, I guess that would work."

"Alright. I'll be over in a few minutes. Just, hang tight, Noah. We're gonna fix this, okay?" Puck just sighed. "And, don't throw away that food. It just so happens that fettuccini and stuffed mushrooms are my favorite foods, too."

He couldn't respond before he heard her hang up the phone.
~*~

Twenty minutes after Rachel had hung up the phone, she walked up to Puck's front porch wearing leggings, flats and both a sweatshirt and Aerosmith t-shirt she had borrowed from his closet the last time she was over. The door opened before she rang the doorbell and Puck instantly smiled.

"So, that's where they've gone." Rachel stepped into the house with a frown. "I knew someone was taking my clothes, but I just pinned it a poltergeist and hopped that they would return soon."

Rachel's lips curled up into a small smile as Puck wrapped his arms around her waist. "Oh, well, that's too bad. You won't be getting them back for a while. I quite like them."

"Is that so?" She nodded. "Well, Miss Berry," he said, tightening his arms around her and lifting her off the ground so they were level, "if you're not going to give them back, then you have to kiss me." Rachel gave him a quick peck. "No, no. A real one."

Her face twisted into one of disgust. "Do I have to?" she said jokingly, like it was the most revolting act in the world.

"Yes, I believe you do. It's in the Rachel Berry is Trapped in The Arms of Noah Puckerman Handbook. As long as I have you in my grasp, you have to do what I say."

"Then, unhand me this instant!" she said, playfully hitting him on the chest.

"Not until you give me a proper kiss that a manly man such as myself deserves from a womanly woman such as you."

A small giggle escaped her and she ducked her head to press her mouth to hers, their lips molding together as if every kiss that the two of them possessed were made perfectly to be received by the other. When she pulled away, Puck let his arms loosen and she slid to the floor.

Rachel suddenly hushed her voice as is Abbey was listening to them. "So, where is she?"

"In her room, which she still rarely leaves unless necessary." Rachel took his hand and squeezed it once. "Abbey!" he called up the stairs. "Rachel's here."

There was silence for a long time but then, like a robber sneaking through a house at night, they could hear Abbey crossing her small room until she appeared at the top of the stairs, looking like a closet monster from the moonlight that was shining through the bathroom window. She started to descend the stairs and when she reached the bottom, Rachel wrapped her arms delicately around the girl like she was afraid Abbey was going to break.

"Hello, Abbegail," she said with a smile. Abbey just nodded her head once and continued into the TV room. "She's worse than I thought," Rachel whispered to Puck, who wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "Has she seen anyone since, well, has she seen anyone?"

Puck shook his head. "She still goes to her tutor on Wednesdays, but she doesn't do any of the work, and she hasn't been going to her doctor's appointments."

"Noah, that isn't good."

"Well, what am I supposed to do, Rachel, make her go? That would just make it worse. Yelling at a depressed person just makes them more depressed," he stage whispered as the two of them walked into the TV room with Abbey.

The two girls sat on the couch for a while as Puck searched for a movie to watch, but after a few minutes, Rachel stood up and headed to the kitchen. "Abbey, I'm going to make some hot chocolate, you want some?"

Abbey nodded but didn't say anything, escaping back to her room when she knew that Puck and Rachel weren't paying attention. The brunette came walking back into the TV room with two steaming mugs in her hands and frowned.

"Where did she go?" Rachel said, placing the mugs on a little end table pushed against the wall.

Puck looked up from his assorted DVD's and his eyes flicked around the room. "Oh. She must have stowed away back in her room. She's like a cat. You can't hear her at all."

Rachel lowered herself onto the couch. "I'm worried about her. This is very concerning."

"Yeah, tell me about it," he said, putting a DVD into the player.

"What did you pick?"

He sat down next to her and wrapped his arms around her warmly. "You'll see."

They settled down together, her head on his shoulder as they shared a hot chocolate, saving the other one for the very slim possibility that Abbey would come back down. Rachel smiled when the menu for the Les Miserables 25th anniversary concert came on the screen and Puck pressed play.

"I didn't know you bought this," she said with a smile.

He shrugged. "Yeah. I was going to give it to you for your birthday or something, because I'm a good boyfriend, but then I saw you already had it when I was over last weekend."

Rachel just smiled even wider and settled herself back into his side, which she fit into perfectly. They got to Fantine's death before Rachel started fidgeting; shifting every couple of seconds and letting out a frustrated sigh.

"Are you okay?" he said, running his fingers softly through her hair. "You seem a little off."

Rachel let out a very soft sigh. "It's nothing, Noah."

"Hey, don't, 'It's nothing, Noah' me, Rachel Berry..." She sat up and gave him a half smile. "Come on. Talk to me."

"I don't know. I'm afraid you might get a little annoyed with me." Puck frowned. "It's... I just wanted to know a little bit about the baby," she said, looking down at her fingers shamefully.

Puck swallowed down angry words that were attempting to rise from his throat. "I don't know, Rachel... I don't think I'm really ready to talk about stuff like that."

"Why not? Are you afraid to talk to me?"

He shook his head rapidly and turned toward her, taking her hands in his. "I'm not afraid at all, Rachel. I'm not afraid to tell you anything. I'm just not ready for this," he said in a soft voice as his thumbs were running over her knuckles. "But, I will be."

This was the first time Puck was fully directing what Rachel wanted to know. The other time he'd brought it up, he pretended he was a sleep. It felt good to be able to really tell her.

"Do you know when you will be?"

He laughed once and held her hands tighter. "Rachel, I promise," he said, reaching up to push her hair away from her face before cupping her jaw. "When I am ready to talk about it, you'll be the first one I go to at the precise moment I know that I can talk, okay?"

She turned her head to press her cheek into his palm. "I just don't want you to keep me in the dark, Noah."

"You're my shining star, Rachel. You shine too brightly in my life for me to be able to keep in the dark."

Rachel smiled into his hand and his thumb stroked across her cheek once before bringing her to him, his lips pressing softly against hers. Puck pulled her closer, his fingers tangling into her hair as her hand reached up to let her fingers delicately touch his cheek. They didn't hear the footsteps on the stairs and the two of them jumped in their seats when feet landed heavily on the ground floor.

"Oh, my God, Noah, she's alive," Rachel said, pointing over his shoulder to Abbey, who was standing there with her arms crossed over her chest.

A towel was wrapped around her head while a clean tank top and pajama pants hung on her frame. Her face had a brighter complexion. She was even giving them a faint smile.

"She lives!" he said in response, turning to face his sister. "Why the sudden revelation, Abbs?"

"I finally answered Jeremy's two millionth call," she said, pulling the towel off and hanging it on the railing. "He only said one thing to me before he hung up the phone."

Puck smirked. "And that was?"

"'Stop acting like your life sucks, at least you're not bald yet', then he laughed menacingly and hung up on me." Puck made a face but Abbey continued. "So, I know that it's a little late, but I was wondering..."

"Yeah...?"

She reached down onto the stairs and picked up a folded piece of lined paper. "Maybe, one more thing to cross off the list."

"The list?" Rachel said, swinging her legs from off of Puck's lap to sit up straight. "What list?"

Abbegail unfolded the piece of paper and handed it to Rachel. "A list of goals."

Rachel scanned the paper. "I can see you already have a few crossed out." Puck's little sister nodded. "Well, good for you. I think a bucket list is a good idea."

She handed the paper to Puck. "What did you have in mind, squirt?" he said, looking over the things. "Most of this stuff isn't possible at-" He looked at his watch "-Eleven o'clock at night..."

"I- I know. I was thinking we could do that one." Abbey pointed to number eighteen on the list and he nodded once.

"Well, you know, that's not such a bad idea. Rachel wouldn't be able to come, though."

The brunette scoffed. "Ugh, and why not?"

"Because the list doesn't say 'With Puck and Rachel', it says 'With Puck', so, excuse me, little lady, but you'll best be getting your fine ass out of here," he said, kissing her cheek before she stood up.

"Well!" she said in fake-offense, "if that's the way it's going to be, then I am leaving!"

Rachel grabbed the sweatshirt she had bee wearing before and pulled it on before storming through the TV room. "Bye, Rachel!" the two siblings called happily behind her. She couldn't help but hold back a smile. "Well, little sister, if you want to do this one, you'll have to get into the proper attire."

Abbey placed her hands on her hips. "And, what exactly would that be?" she said, arching an eyebrow at him.

"That would be black, my dear. All black. Black shoes, black pants, black shirt, black everything." Abbey stood at attention and saluted him. "Now, hop to! We don't have all night, here!"
~*~

Ten minutes later, Puck and Abbey were driving down a quiet road a few towns over from Lima, where they knew no one would know them. Abbey had done as she was told, wearing all black, as well as a black hat and warriors paint under her eyes, which Puck had said was essential. Puck had stressed that dress was the most important part to a midnight sneak out, thus you must dress as badass as possible. Abbey had selected black jeans with black combat boots and a t-shirt, black fingerless gloves on her heads. Puck had selected the same, but he had Converse on his feet and a black hat stuck on his head. At this moment, they were heading to the junk yard where Puck claimed the best midnight sneak out items usually resided. The only problems, though, were barbed wire gates, automatic movement lights, and Buddy, the guard dog who wasn't as 'buddy'ful as you'd expect him to be.

"Please explain to me how we're supposed to get past all these security things," Abbey said, retying the lace to her boot nervously. "And why are we going to a junk yard anyway?"

"You clearly have never been on a sneak out before. Trespassing is a must and you need stuff to do your sneaking with. It's all part of the fun."

"Then, you clearly have a different idea of sneak out than I do."

Puck smiled. "My sneak outs are unlike any other, sis. Just hold tight. I promise, you're going to have fun."

Abbey rolled her eyes but said no more as Puck pulled off the road onto a patch of dirt, where he parked the car and turned off the headlights. She looked out the window at the ten foot fence next to her. Looking at the barbed wire wrapped around the top of the fence, she gulpd nervously.

"Puck..." she said with a shake in her voice. "I don't think I can get over that fence... Do you see that wire?"

He undid both his and her seat belts and climbed out of the car. "That's why you've got the gloves, squirt," he said when he opened her door. "Come on, Abbegail. It'll be a piece of cake. I've done this a million times."

"Yeah, but I haven't," Abbey snapped back, taking his hand and jumping out of the truck. "You have more experience..."

Puck rolled his eyes. "Just shut up and climb the fence..." Abbey arched one eyebrow at him and took one step away. "Fine, I'll go first, then I'll help you over."

He rubbed his hands together before leaping off the ground and climbing up the fence. He got to the top and straddled the fence before looking down at Abbey. "Okay, just climb up the side. Worry about the top when you get there."

Abbey did as she was told, reaching the top as Puck was climbing onto the hood of a car piled on top of two other ones. "Now what?" she said, clinging to a few of the chain links below the top so she wouldn't touch the barbed wire.

"Grab my hands," he said, reaching to her.

Cautiously, Abbey reached up and took her brother's hands, shrieking when he pulled at her arms and hoisted her over the fence in one swift movement. She landed next to him, her shoes making a loud echo noise on the rusted metal. As Puck let go of her, Abbey looked at him with raised eyebrows and a smile.

"See? I told you there was nothing to worry about."

"Yeah, clearly there wasn't, but would you like to explain to me how we're going to get down from here?"

Puck looked down. "Oh, I, uh, didn't think about that part."

"Obviously."

He scratched his chin for a moment, then snapped his fingers. "Give me your hands."

"Again?"

"Hey, you want to get down, don't you?"

With a nod, Abbey took her brother's hands again and slowly lowered herself down the side of the car until she was hanging five feet of the ground. Her toes were pressed against the car underneath the top as she lifted herself slightly to look at the ground under her.

"Um, uh, Puck? I'm five feet from the ground... How am I supposed to get down?"

He grinned. "I'm gonna drop you."

"Oh, no, I don't think so!" she said, attempting to climb back up the car. "I'm five feet from the ground! A few more inches, and the drop would be as tall as I am! No. Absolutely not. We'll find another way."

Puck shook his head. "Nope. It's to late. You're already half way there. I'm gonna drop you, okay?"

"No!"

"You ready?"

"No!"

"Okay, good. Let go!"

"Puck!"

Abbey screamed when Puck's hands released her wrists and she fell to the ground. Her knees collapsed and she brought up a cloud of bust when her bdy landed on the dirt. Abbegail stayed still for a minute, but then moved, lifting up her head to glare at her brother. Puck smirked and in an impressively skillful way, he jumped down from he top car and landed on the ground next to her.

Her eyes narrowed in the darkness. "I hate you," she grumbled as he reached his hand down to help her up. She knocked it away. "Like, I really, really hate you."

He shrugged. "It was the only way, Abbegail. I'm sorry."

"Yeah, whatever. I still hate you for dropping me." There was a sudden barking off in the distance. Puck grabbed Abbey and pushed her against the car as they flattened themselves as best they could. "What is that?"

"That's Buddy."

"The dog who sounds friendly, but isn't?" Puck nodded once. "I feel like we're going to die tonight."

Puck took her hand and squeezed it once. "Don't worry. We're going to be fine."

With one nod, the two of them started to sneak around the junk yard, hand in hand. They weren't two feet away from the cars when the Mission Impossible theme song started to play.

"Where is that coming from?" Abbey stage whispered, looking around for the source of the noise. Puck pulled out his iPod touch, which was playing the song out of it's built in speakers. "Ugh, seriously?"

He nodded and slammed his back against a pile of metal, his eyes scanning he darkness. He tucked and rolled, dashing around the junk yard like a secret agent. Abbegail just stood there and when he waved her over, she walked straight across the yard, ignoring the lights that would light up on her.

"You could have just walked, you know," she said, going to squat next to him.

Puck glared at her. "Being sneaky is half the fun, Abbegail," he said, pausing the music and sticking his iPod back in his pocket. "Now, what we have to do is try to get passed Buddy without him attacking us."

"Isn't he tied up somewhere?"

"Yes, he is, but Buddy is vicious. He will kill you at free will."

Abbey nodded once before the two of them started to dodge around piles of junk, picking up things along the way. When they reached a wooden fence with a latched door, the barking started again. All of the items in Abbey's arms fell to the ground and she jumped nearly two feet in the air.

"Don't move!" Puck said, grabbing her arm and dropping the things in his hands as well. "It's Buddy."

She looked around. "Where?" Slowly, Puck lifted his hand to point at the dog house that was right next to the fence, a metal post sticking from the ground that had a chain attached to it. "It's in the dog house?" He nodded again just as the dog came running out. "That's Buddy?" she said in a shocked voice. "That's... Buddy?" Puck nodded. "Puck, that is not a vicious dog! That's a beagle puppy!" The dog barked again, wagging it's tail rapidly as it's tongue hung from it's mouth. "He's so cute!"

She stepped away from the pile they were hiding behind and sarted to walk toward the dog. "Don't, Abbey. He may look sweet and innocent, but I promise you, he's not..."

Abbey waved him off and took another step toward the dog. He stopped barking when she was only a few inches away. His ears were up attention and his head cocked to the side. She took one more step then knelt down on the ground, reaching her hand out to him. Buddy sniffed her knuckles for a moment then started licking her hand. She laughed and sat down in the dirt, letting the puppy crawl into her lap as she pet his soft fur.

"Hi, cutie," she cooed as Buddy licked her face. "You're not vicious, are you? No, you're a sweetheart!"

Puck's jaw dropped. "Well, Christ..."

"Well, look what we have here," a voice said from behind them. "Look at this girl with Buddy. I ain't seen that before... Then again, no one really trespasses in my junk yard, except for one little hooligan I know." Puck turned from his spot crouching on the ground to turn around and look up at the broad shouldered man looming over him. "What a shock to see you again, Puckerman."
~*~

"How many times to I have to tell you, Puckerman? Do not trespass on my property, boy!"

At this very moment, Puck and Abbey were sitting in the office to the owner of a junk yard, who also liked to hire himself as night watcher. Puck was sitting there as if he were in the principal's office after having just gotten caught, lounging in the chair as if it were no big deal. Abbey was sitting next to him, her back rigid and her hands placed on her knees.

"Listen, old man," Puck said, pointing a finger at the man. "My sister and I were just having some fun."

"Fun? Fun! You call trespassing on my lot, Ray's lot, fun!"

Puck rolled his eyes. "Yeah, Ray, we do think it's fun. Just trying to cross some stuff off my baby sister's list."

Ray narrowed his eyes. "What in the hell are you talking about, a list, boy?"

He was silent for a moment before making Abbey sit forward as he pulled the now slightly dirty piece of paper out of her bak pocket. Puck handed it to Ray and the man unfolded it, scanning the list quickly. When he finished, he folded it back up and handed it to Abbey, who took it nervously.

"Alright, well, you got one thing off your list. No more sneaking into my property, alright?"

"Whatever, old man."

Ray glared at Puck. "Hey, kid, twenty-seven ain't that old!"

Puck snorted. "It is if you used to be in the army..."

The man shook his head once and Abbey looked at him. "We're really sorry, um, Ray. Really, we are. It was all my brother's idea."

Buddy, who had been keeping himself hidden under the desk, came out when he heard Abbegail's voice. He scurried over to her and jumped his front paws onto her lap, his head resting between her knees. She reached down and scratched behind his ear.

"Well, I'll be damned..." Ray said with a laugh. "Never in my life have I seen lil' Buddt take to someone like he's taken to you, little lady."

Abbey smiled when the puppy put his paw over her hand when she let her palm rest on the top of his head. Buddy's nose buried itself between the sides of her knees. "He's cute," she said with a grin, scratching his ears again. Ray nodded once. "Why do you have this little puppy guarding the yard?"

"He ain't guarding nothing but his home. Pup lives out there," he said, his southern accent sounding more than out of place in a town like their's. "Keep him there 'till middle of December rolls around."

She shook her head. "That's not good for him, you know," she said. "He could get sick. I mean, I'm cold in this leather jacket. His fur must be even thinner than my coat."

Ray ran a hand over his boot camp hair cut. "Yeah, darlin', I know, but I ain't got another place for him. I'm not allowed to keep him where I live."

"Then, where does he go in the winter?"

"Not even sure yet. I've only had the pup since July." Abbey nodded once and allowed the puppy to jump up onto her lap. Ray scratched his chin a few times. "Would y'all be opposed to takin' 'im?" Abbey's face nearly lit up the entire room. "I don't know what else I'd do with him. Hates damn near every one he's been around. Except the girl here," he said to Puck, who was shaking his head slowly.

Abbey looked at her brother with pleading eyes. "Oh, Puck, please?" she said, biting her lip. "Look at him, Puck! He's so adorable!"

"House-trained, too."

She bit her lip again and looked at Puck with a squeal. "Please?"

He sighed. "We'd have to talk to Mom, Abbegail, you know that." Puck stood up and held his hand out to her. "She should be home at one, we'll talk to her then, okay? If we leave now, that is."

She nodded and took his hand, standing up next to him. "Alright, fine." Buddy sat back on his legs and lifted one paw into the air. Abbey reached down to shake it. "Nice to meet you, little man." She knelt down and scratched his ears. "I'll be coming back for you" she whispered before standing back up and looking at Ray.

He nodded once to her and she waved as they walked out of the office. Puck lead her out through the gate, which Ray had opened for them, and to the car. He opened the door for her and she climbed in, searching around in the glove compartment for a pen. She scratched out 'Midnight Sneak Out with Puck' on her list.

"Hey, what are you crossing that out for?" he said as he started the truck.

Abbey smiled and folded up the piece of paper. "This was good enough for me." He laughed once. "And I will have you know... I will be getting that dog."

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