Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. I only own Mouse, Candy and Sarah.
(a/n: Thanks to everyone for reading and reviewing! I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Read on, oh faithful ones...)
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Chapter Six
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"Katie, get your butt down here! You need to get to school!" Puck's mum yelled.
"I'm coming!" Katie yelled back.
Puck groaned, their shouts waking him up a whole half hour earlier than he was supposed to get up. "Shut up!" he yelled, rolling over and sticking his pillow over his head.
"Don't talk to me like that, Noah Puckerman! Come downstairs and help get your sister ready for school," his mum yelled back.
Puck rolled out of bed with an annoyed groan and pulled a pair of pants on grumpily. "Don't know why I have to help her. She's old enough to get ready herself," he muttered.
Still, he made his way to the kitchen and poured Katie a bowl of cereal. His mum patted his head and smiled up at him.
"Thank you, Noah. Here, I made you a ham sandwich for lunch."
"Thanks, Mum," he muttered. "Katie! What the hell are you doing?" Puck yelled up the staircase.
"Don't yell," Katie said, arriving at the top of the stairs, pushing her foot into her shoe.
"You slept in again, Katie. What's wrong? Are you masturbating already?" their mother asked as Katie came into the kitchen.
Puck shuddered and hit his head against the kitchen door frame, wishing he hadn't just heard that.
"No! Gross, Mum!" Katie yelled, looking horrified. "I had another nightmare," she admitted. "Can I not watch Schindler's List again?" Katie asked, looking up at her mum with wide eyes as she ate her cereal quickly.
"Don't say that, you're dishonouring your Jewish heritage! Now, take your ham sandwich for lunch. We're having Chinese for tea tonight, Noah. I'll get you sweet and sour pork again," their mum said over her shoulder to Puck, bustling Katie out to the car.
"Great. Thanks," Puck muttered, his head still on the door frame from his mother's earlier comment.
He heard his radio alarm turn on upstairs and went up to turn it off.
"You spin me right round, baby, right round, like a record baby, right round, round, round," the song on the radio played loudly.
"Who the fuck changed my radio station?" Puck yelled at the empty house. "Now that song's going to be stuck in my head all damned day," he muttered, switching the alarm off and heading to the shower.
Puck felt his phone vibrating as he walked up to the school. Quickly fishing it out of his pocket, he checked the number before answering.
"Puckerman's Pool Service," he said.
"Hi, Noah. This is Sarah, Jane's mother. I was wondering if you had a time available this afternoon to clean our pool. It's looking a little dirty, and I heard that you were the best," Sarah's voice simpered on the other end.
"Sure, I can come over after school with Mouse," Puck replied.
"No, no. I wouldn't want you to do that. Go home and relax for a while. Can you come over at four?"
"Yeah, I can do that. See you then, Mrs. Franklin," Puck replied.
"I look forward to seeing you, Noah," Sarah said.
Hanging up the call, Puck shook his head. It sounded like Sarah had a cold, and now her call had made him late for his first class. Rushing to his locker, he muttered under his breath.
This wasn't going to be a good day...
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"So, rumour has it that you attacked a jock. Care to comment on this?" Jacob Ben Israel asked as he sidled up next to Mouse.
"No, I wouldn't care to comment on it, and if you come so much as an inch closer to me, you'll be eating the floor, Israel. Move it," she muttered.
Puck hadn't showed up during homeroom, and he'd been so late to their first class that he'd had to take the furthest seat away from her. She hadn't been able to sit next to him for the entire morning, and now it was lunch time, and she still hadn't seen him!
Not only that, but she'd woken up in the early hours of the morning, her mind replaying that kiss over and over until she almost screamed in frustration. And now this annoying little under-sexed prick was hassling her!
"Feisty, huh? I like a girl with a spine," Jacob replied, leering at her.
"No, you just like girls. That's the only reason you joined the Chastity Club, isn't it?" Mouse replied, glaring at him.
"What can I say? I like the ladies," he said, looking her over.
"Well, they don't like you," Mouse said as she walked past him, stepping on his foot hard and rubbing her heel in just to add to his pain.
"You little bitch!" Jacob cried, hopping on his good foot.
"That's the second time you've been called that this week," Rachel said with a grin as she caught up to Mouse. "I saw what you did, and I just want to say congratulations. It's something I wouldn't have had the guts to do. He would slaughter me online, as well as in the school paper."
"No one reads the school paper, and I know his password, so I can change whatever that creepy little cockroach wants to say about me," Mouse muttered.
"Really?!" Rachel asked excitedly. "Oh, maybe I should go step on his foot too," she mused, laughing lightly.
Kurt joined them as they walked along the corridor to head out for lunch.
"Whose feet are we stepping on? Please don't say mine, I just got these shoes, and they are far too fabulous to be stepped on," Kurt said, looking at his feet.
"They are wonderful shoes, Kurt, but we were talking about stepping on Jacob Ben Israel's feet," Rachel informed him.
"What did that nasty little boy do now?" Mercedes asked, joining them as well.
Mouse sighed and sat down at the table. The others all sat around her, waiting for an answer.
Quinn stood between the jock and cheerleaders table, and their own, looking lost.
"Quinn, come sit down here," Rachel called, giving her a smile. "You'll laugh at what I just witnessed Mouse do to Jacob Ben Israel," she said, grinning.
"I doubt it," Quinn muttered, but sat with them anyway.
"Finn, my boy! Sit over here, man," one of the jocks called out.
"Yeah, you don't want to sit with that little bitch. Kent's balls still haven't dropped," another added, laughing as he high-fived his friend.
"Ugh. What a bunch of apes," Mercedes said, her nose wrinkled in disgust as she glared at them.
Finn came over with Puck, Matt and Mike, ignoring the jocks with a slight look of regret. Puck looked as pissed off as Mouse felt, and she didn't risk saying anything to him in case they started arguing with each other.
"So what happened with Jacob Ben Israel?" Quinn asked, wondering exactly why she was sitting here when Santana and Brittany were sitting at the cheerleaders table.
Just because she wasn't in a uniform anymore didn't mean she should have to sit anywhere else... she thought with a slight frown, and then Santana and Brittany came over to join their boyfriends.
"I stepped on his foot after he pissed me off about kicking what's-his-name yesterday," Mouse said with a sigh, eating her sandwich.
"Did you step on it and rub it in really hard?" Quinn asked, grinning.
"Of course. I know how to step on feet," she replied, smirking.
"Oh, I loathe that boy."
"And guess what? Mouse knows his password," Rachel said, leaning closer so she wouldn't be heard be any eavesdroppers. "This is what I propose..."
Mouse listened, wondering what on earth she'd just got herself into.
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Almost half an hour later, Jacob Ben Israel's loud, high-pitched scream could be heard throughout the school. In the library, thirteen people were laughing hysterically at the new hot pink and canary yellow website that was once called Jacob Ben Israel's blog.
The header had been changed to say 'GLEE CLUB ROCKS' and every nasty article he'd ever written (there were a lot, surprisingly) had been changed to read about how much Jacob loved the Glee club, and thought about them every hour of every day.
"You won't get into trouble for this, will you?" Kurt asked Mouse in concern.
"No, I changed the IP address so it looks like it's logged in at Sue Sylvester's computer. She won't get into too much trouble either, as no one will believe that she could do this, or would," Mouse replied, pushing her glasses up her nose. "Besides, I'm the school IT person, since Figgins fired the last guy at the end of last year for looking up porn. Right before Christmas, poor guy."
"You can look up porn?" Puck asked, smirking.
Mouse just rolled her eyes and ignored his question.
"You haven't always worn glasses, have you?" Finn asked after a moment of silence.
"No, they're my reading glasses," she replied with a smile.
"Oh good, 'cause I would have felt really bad if you'd been wearing them all this time and I only just noticed."
Mouse shook her head, confused. "Why? You've only noticed me for the past two weeks while I've been in Glee," she said.
"Yeah. Well, you helped me find that football book last month too," Finn said lamely.
"Stop while you're ahead, Finn," Mouse replied.
"So ... What books does Coach Tanaka borrow that he's so scared of Figgins seeing?" Puck asked Mouse quietly, smirking down at her.
She blushed slightly, and could almost feel his lips on hers again. "Can't tell you. There's very strict confidentiality rules."
"Miss Franklin. Exactly what are all these people doing in the staff area of the library?" a stern voice asked behind them.
Mouse quickly shut down the internet browser, and turned to get past everyone to face Ms. Lemay.
"I was just showing them all the library catalogue, Ms. Lemay. They wanted to find some new music for Glee Club, and didn't know how to search for the music sheets. I'll just show them where the music section is, then come back and finish my weeding project," Mouse said quickly, hurrying out of the office with her head lowered.
The others practically ran after her.
"Who was that?" Artie asked Mouse softly, rolling after them in terror.
"Ms. Lemay, the school's head librarian. Don't look her in the eyes, she'll turn you to stone," Mouse muttered.
"Sounds like she and Sue would get along," Quinn muttered, Brittany and Santana laughing.
"They hate each other, actually. They can't even be in the same room as each other," Mouse replied. "Music sheets are in this filing cabinet here. They're listed alphabetically by artist. Grab something and come to the front when you're ready to borrow it. Don't forget your library card," she said, almost running back to the office.
Shrugging to each other, they opened the filing cabinet and started to go through it. Free period was after lunch today, so they could spend as long as they wanted in here.
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Will Schuester paced the auditorium, worrying. All of the Glee kids were late for their after-lunch practice; not one or two, all of them.
"Maybe they all got food poisoning," he thought out loud, sounding hopeful.
"Did you say something, Mr. Schue?" one of the jazz band kids asked.
"Oh, nothing," Will replied quickly, smiling. "They'll be here soon!"
After another two minutes of pacing, and a phone call that no one picked up, Will decided to go look for them himself. They couldn't be in that many places...
Five minutes later, he was standing in front of the library doors. He hesitated to go inside. The last time he had - during his job induction - he'd set the alarms off...
Seeing Mouse at the loans desk, handing something to Puck, Will sighed and figured that the rest of the kids would be in there too. Opening the doors, he walked in quickly, hoping the security alarm wouldn't go off again.
"There you all are. The band's waiting in the auditorium for us to practice. Did you all forget?" Will asked.
"Something like that, Mr. Schue," Mouse replied.
They'd all been caught up getting their revenge on Jacob Ben Israel, so Glee practice had completely slipped their minds, even Rachel and Kurt's.
"I thought I recognised your voice," a cold voice came from the library office.
Will froze in fear, his heart beating a hundred miles an hour as he recognised the voice too. He turned around quickly. "Ms. Lemay! A pleasure to see you again," Will said, smiling at her. "I didn't know you still worked here," he said.
"Of course you didn't know, Will Schuester, you haven't stepped foot in this library since ninth grade when you knocked over three whole book shelves and refused to pick them up because you were late for Spanish class."
"That was you?" Mouse asked in shock. "Run," she warned under her breath.
"Now, that's not true. I came in here for my induction when I got my job," Will argued, ignoring Mouse's warning.
"You stood at the door and then ran when you set off the alarms!" Ms. Lemay growled.
Will rubbed the back of his head nervously, attempting a smile. "Sorry about that."
"Don't give me that boyish smile, Schuester. That crap doesn't work on me," Lemay sneered.
"Sylvester," Mouse coughed into her hand.
Will raised his eyebrow, wondering what she'd said.
"Sylvester," she coughed a little louder.
"Sylvester? Oh... Sue absolutely hates me. I really can't have another person hating me in this school, Ms. Lemay. Is there any way we can let bygones be bygones?" Will asked, smiling again.
"Sue Sylvester hates you?" Ms. Lemay asked, sounding positively delighted.
Mouse hurried to the music area, grabbing Puck's hand, and dragging him along with her.
"Thank goodness... She's always threatened to throw every single book at the person who knocked the shelves over that day. The art section's a bitch to shelve already, and she'd make me put them all away again," Mouse said, sighing in relief.
Puck hardly heard what she said, his eyes fixed on their hands.
"What's happening with Mr. Schue and the dragon lady?" Kurt asked.
"They're both going with the 'an enemy of my enemy is my friend' thing," Mouse said, sounding happy.
"Y-You're holding P-Puck's hand, Mouse," Tina whispered to her.
Mouse looked down at their hands, then at Puck with a smile. "I guess I am."
Maybe today wouldn't be so bad after all, she thought.
Quinn saw that Mouse and Puck were holding hands, and she glowered at them. Neither one noticed, and she left the library a few moments later. Thinking that she was just going to practice in the auditorium, the others all followed her out.
Seeing his students leaving, Will quickly shook Ms. Lemay's hand and left with a bright grin and whistle.
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Mouse changed her mind about it being a good day the moment she got home. Sarah had been drinking again, she could smell the alcohol the instant she opened the door.
Candy was still in his Buzz Lightyear pyjamas, and crying loudly on the lounge room floor; the TV was at the end of a movie and showing the red, blue, and green coloured lines on the screen.
"Mousie!" he said, hugging her legs when she came in.
"Hi Candy," she murmured distractedly, stroking his hair to stop his tears. "You want to sit here while I go look for Mum?" Mouse asked, sitting him on the lounge and turning the TV over to the cartoons.
Candy hugged his knees to his chest, resting his head on them as he watched the TV.
After checking the kitchen, Mouse hurried upstairs, picking up Candy's toys and clothes along the way. It looked like Sarah had decided dressing Candy was just too difficult today...
"Mum, open your door!" Mouse called, knocking on her bedroom door.
Sarah opened the door, hiccupping. She giggled on seeing Mouse's face. "Serious little Jane. Party-pooper mouse," she slurred.
"Yes, that's me all right. Where's the bottle?" Mouse asked, stepping around her drunk mother to get into her room. "Two bottles? Jesus, Mum! What time did you start?" Mouse muttered, grabbing the bottles and empty glasses.
"Two thirty! I'm not one those drunks who starts at twelve! I have more class than that," Sarah stated matter-of-factly, hiccuping at the end of her sentence.
"Of course you do. Why is Candy still in his pyjamas?" Mouse asked, holding up his clothes.
"He's old enough to dress himself! He should learn to do it himself, and not be mollycoddled by you!" Sarah said, glaring.
Mouse shook her head and went downstairs to empty the bottles down the sink. Sarah followed her, swaying dangerously on her feet. She grabbed the stair rail and made her way downstairs unsteadily.
"You won't even have a drink. You're such a goodie-two-shoes," she sneered at Mouse as she followed her into the kitchen. "I don't know how you got to be like this. You're no daughter of mine."
"Sometimes, I really wish that was true," Mouse said.
Sarah slapped Mouse across the face. "How dare you talk to me that way! I am your mother!"
"Mousie!" Candy called, not hearing their argument.
"What's the little brat want now?" Sarah groaned, heading towards the lounge room.
Mouse grabbed Sarah's arm, her face stinging from the slap. "You are not going out there. I will not let him see you like this again. Stay here."
Mouse went into the lounge room. "Hey, Candy. Let's go to the park and play on the swings for a while," she said to him.
"Swings!" Candy said happily. He stuck his legs out so Mouse could help him get changed. "Mummy too?" he asked.
"No, Mummy will be staying here to sleep. She had her silly drink again," Mouse replied, pulling his jeans on and buttoning them up. "You remember how to put your shirt on?"
At Candy's confident nod, she smiled and left him to put his shirt on, going back into the kitchen after turning the TV off. She poured a large glass of juice for Sarah.
"Drink this, then go upstairs and lie down. You've got netball umpiring tomorrow, and you don't want to be drunk on the court again," Mouse instructed.
Sarah drank the juice without protest.
"I'm taking Candy to the park for an hour or two. I sincerely hope you're asleep by the time we get home. I'll wake you up for dinner," Mouse said, leaving without looking back.
If she had looked back, she might have seen the grin on Sarah's face, and the scheming look in her eyes.
"Ready to go, Candy-kid?" Mouse asked Candy, taking his hand and leaving the house with him.
Sarah waited in the kitchen until she heard the front door close. She looked at the time, and on seeing that it was almost three thirty, she hurried upstairs to change into something better for her four o'clock appointment with Noah Puckerman.
Hilary from netball had said how good he cleaned her pool all right, and then said how good he was between the sheets. After the extreme disappointment that was Ron Silverman last night, who better than the cougar-town whore to service her needs?
It was a plus that her daughter liked him... Maybe she could teach Jane that the world was a cruel place, and men were only after sex. All this stuff she read about romance and love was only a fantasy, and it was high time she learnt that... First, she would destroy her love-fantasy world, and then she would work her way onto destroying this ridiculous Glee club.
Rummaging through her sock drawer, Sarah pulled out one of three flasks that were hiding inside, and took a long swig of the vodka. Jane had emptied two bottles - one supposedly of vodka, and the other of whiskey. Sarah had poured the vodka into the flasks, then refilled most of the bottle with water. She'd drunk about half of the whiskey before Jane had come home from school.
It was easy enough to manipulate Jane, so long as she drank her juice quietly and slurred her speech a bit.
After applying the last of her lipstick, Sarah checked her reflection in appreciation. A black mini skirt and revealing shirt - something Little Miss Goodie-Two-Shoes wouldn't even look at, let alone approve of - and a touch of perfume. Noah Puckerman would be all over her in seconds.
Taking another swig of her vodka, Sarah grinned as the doorbell rang right on four o'clock. Blowing a kiss at her reflection, she headed downstairs to open the door.
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Mouse felt uneasy all the way to the park. Candy didn't notice, hopping and jumping over the lines in the sidewalk happily, holding onto Mouse's hand.
She knew that Sarah hadn't been completely drunk. Not only did it take more than half a bottle of whiskey and a couple shots of vodka to do that - Mouse knew about the flasks in her mother's drawers - but her acting skills were terrible. No wonder she'd never made it as an actress... Mouse thought.
"There has to be a reason she wanted us out of the house, Candy," Mouse murmured to him.
Recognising his name, Candy looked at her curiously, no longer jumping over the lines and cracks.
"Let's go back home. I'll count how many jumps you can do," Mouse said, turning them around only a few metres away from the park.
Candy grinned, and began to jump over the lines again.
"One, two, three, four, five..." Mouse began to count, walking back home quickly.
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"Noah! What a surprise," Sarah said, smiling at him brightly as she opened the door.
Puck frowned slightly. "You called me here, Mrs. Franklin," he said.
"Oh, of course. Silly me," she said with a giggle. "Come in, come in. I'll show you to the pool."
"Thanks," Puck murmured, stepping inside and following Sarah.
He refused to look to at the lounge room, the room reminding him of Ron Silverman too much. There was no video playing though, and he couldn't hear Candy calling out for Mouse.
"Is Candy here?" Puck asked as he walked into the backyard.
"No. Jane took him to the park half an hour ago. They won't be home for hours," Sarah said, touching Puck's arm, her hand lingering.
Puck pulled away, remembering how she'd treated Mouse and Candy when she'd been drunk. He could smell the alcohol on her breath now, and being this close to her was making him feel sick.
"I better clean your pool and go, Mrs. Franklin," Puck muttered, moving away from her.
Sarah laughed ironically. "Don't tell me you love her too. Oh, that would be too much. You both think love is real!" she said, laughing. "Love isn't real, boy, and you of all people should know that. You've slept with nearly every cougar in town, as well as their daughters... Don't tell me you loved every single one of them?"
Sarah moved closer to him, and Puck moved back into the house again, away from her.
"You don't have a pool, do you?" he asked, sighing.
"Of course not. We don't get alimony like the rest of the cougars. I provide for this family, and that provision doesn't include a pool like the rest of the rich bitches in this town! Bloody sluts; they get married, their husband runs off with their secretary and they get catapulted into the rich kingdom. I get married twice, they both run off, and neither one supports me!"
Sarah knew she was getting off track as she and Puck ended up in the lounge room, but figured that if he felt sorry enough for her, he'd fuck her then.
"All right, Mrs. Franklin..."
"Call me Sarah," she murmured at him, moving that last little distance, and kissing him intently.
Puck's eyes widened and he tried to push her away or pull himself free. Sarah's hand snaked between them and she cupped him between the legs.
"You want this just as much as I need it," she said, just as the front door opened.
"Oh."
That one exclamation was enough to give Puck the strength to pull away from Sarah's mouth completely. By the time he'd untangled her from his body - how the hell had she got her legs around him like that without him noticing? - Mouse had already ran from the house with Candy. He ran out after them quickly, ignoring whatever Sarah tried to say to keep him there. Puck had no idea which way they'd run, and he couldn't see Mouse or Candy in any direction.
"Fucking hell," he cursed loudly, hitting his leg in frustration.
Heading towards the park, Puck hoped Mouse would at least give him a chance to explain if he found her.
...
Mouse bit her tongue so she wouldn't cry, and she continued to run. Beside her, Candy thought it was a big game, and ran with her. He hadn't seen their mother wrapped around Puck's body, kissing him.
She knew it wasn't really Puck's fault, and Sarah had probably planned all of it, but she was still upset. Slowing down, Mouse took her phone out with a trembling hand. Dialling a number, she smiled at Candy encouragingly when he looked upset that they'd stopped running. Mouse pointed towards a nearby tree, and Candy walked over to it, looking at the ants climbing up the bark.
"I need to bitch," was the first thing she said, feeling like she was only minutes away from bursting into tears.
"I knew you would," Kurt said with a sigh. "Come on over," he said, giving her his address.
"Candy's with me, is that okay?"
"Of course it is. Mercedes and Tina are with me. I'll get some popcorn ready," Kurt said.
It didn't take long for her to arrive at Kurt's house. Candy went inside with her the moment Kurt's dad opened the door, sensing that his sister was upset over something.
"If I didn't know he was gay, I'd be so happy he had so many girls with him at once," Kurt's dad muttered.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Hummel," Mouse said, a bit sarcastically.
"You too. He's not your boyfriend or something, is he, Kurt?" he asked his son, looking at Candy with a slight frown.
"No, Dad, he's not," Kurt said, rolling his eyes.
"Good to know... You could do better. No offence," he added shortly to Mouse, then left them with their popcorn in the basement-turned-dance-studio.
"No offence?" Mouse muttered sourly.
"Don't worry, it's just his way of dealing with me quitting the football team for Glee," Kurt said, putting a hand on her reassuringly.
"Don't worry, I won't go kick him in the balls," she replied, shrugging his hand off.
"So, who are we bit- ... I mean, who are we saying bad stuff about?" Mercedes asked, remembering about Candy copying words.
"Y-yeah, w-what happened?" Tina asked, sitting on one of Kurt's bean bags.
"Beanie bag!" Candy said happily, sitting on another one.
"Well, he'll be amused for the next hour," Mouse murmured, sighing. The others waited for an explanation, even as they ate the popcorn. "My mum got Candy and I to leave the house after I got home this afternoon, and then when we got back, I found her wrapped around Puck. She was kissing him!"
"Wait, she was kissing him? He wasn't kissing her back?" Mercedes asked.
"He wasn't... I know it's not his fault. My mother can be awful most of the time, and she thinks I live in a fantasy world. She probably did this to punish me or something. I just don't want to see him for a few days. It's so embarrassing that she did this to him! I need to calm down," Mouse said, eating the popcorn, feeling miserable.
"Darn. I thought we were going to bitch about boys," Kurt said, sighing in disappointment as he grabbed a handful of popcorn.
"Y-you're r-really just embarrassed f-for him?" Tina asked, sounding surprised.
"You're not pissed," Mercedes said, lowering her voice, "that he had your mum wrapped around him?"
"Yes, I really am embarrassed for him. And my mother is extremely agile, I'm not surprised she was wrapped around him," Mouse replied, starting to laugh, albeit hysterically. "I can't believe she did this to me," she said, sobs racking her body.
She still didn't cry tears, but Kurt, Mercedes and Tina all hugged her anyway.
...
Puck swore for the third time that minute, grabbing his phone and dialling Mouse's number again. He thought it was going to ring out again, and almost hung up on the answering voice by mistake.
"Kurt? What are you doing with Mouse's phone?"
"Mouse doesn't feel inclined to answer at the moment, Puckerman. Give her a few days, and she might forgive you."
"I didn't do anything. Just let me talk to her," Puck said.
"Promise to never throw me in the dumpster for the rest of the year, and I'll see if she wants to talk to you," Kurt said primly. "Oh, and make sure your jock-jerk friends don't either."
"Kurt," Puck growled, getting annoyed.
"Well, do you want to talk to Mouse or not?" Kurt asked, shining his nails on his shirt and looking at them splayed in front of him.
"Fine, I won't. I'll try to talk to the guys. They don't exactly listen to me, or Finn, lately," Puck muttered.
"Oh my God, he agreed," Kurt said, sounding shell-shocked.
"Tell him to stop the slushies in our faces too!" Puck heard Mercedes call out.
"Put. Mouse. On. The. Phone."
"All right, don't get your boxers in a knot!" Kurt said, rolling his eyes with a sigh. "Boxers or briefs?" he asked quickly, laughing as Mouse snatched the phone from him.
"You're lucky I don't know where you live, Hummel," Puck muttered in a threatening tone.
"Nice to hear from you too," Mouse replied sarcastically. "Ignore Kurt, he's high on sugared popcorn," she added, grinning over Kurt as he started to sing and dance with Mercedes and Tina.
"I shouldn't be surprised at that," Puck said, then sighed heavily. "I didn't do anything with your mum. She called me to clean your pool..."
"We don't have one," Mouse said, frowning.
"I know that now," Puck said. "And then she kept touching me, and I think she'd been drinking. I really didn't do anything. And I didn't kiss her back! Honest."
"I know, and I believe that you didn't. My mum set it all up; she wanted to hurt me, and she succeeded," Mouse muttered.
"If you knew that, then why didn't you pick up when I called the last two times?" Puck asked.
There was a moment of silence, and Puck was about to repeat his question when Mouse replied.
"They all wanted to hear you sing," she said, shaking her head at the memory, and how the others had swooned over her new ring tone from Puck. "I'm sorry about what Sarah did to you, just give me the weekend to get over the embarrassment, and I'll do the same for you."
"You're embarrassed? And you think I'm embarrassed?" Puck asked, looking at his phone in disbelief.
"... course I'm embarrassed! My mum probably launched herself at you, and in the same room she screwed Ron Silverman in. That's enough embarrassment to last a lifetime!"
"Your mum did Ron Silverman? Oh, that's nasty," Mercedes said, wincing.
"Thanks for the support, Mercedes," Mouse said sarcastically.
"I t-thought S-Sue Sylvester was d-dating him?" Tina asked.
"Oh, I'm going to be sick," Mercedes cried, running from the room with a laugh.
Mouse sighed heavily into the phone, realising that Puck could probably hear all this. "I'll see you on Monday, okay, Puck?"
"Pucky!" Candy called, hearing his name. "Pucky! Sing?" Candy said into the phone, Mouse holding it to his ear.
"Hey Candy-kid," Puck sang, wondering what he was supposed to sing.
"No, no, no! Mousie's song," Candy said, grinning happily.
"Oh..." he cleared his throat, and sang again, "It's Puck, answer the phone, or I'll come to your house, little mouse."
Candy giggled happily, clapping his hands.
"I'll write you a better song than that," Puck promised, not realising that Mouse had the phone again.
"You don't have to," she replied. "Have a good weekend, Puck. See you on Monday."
"See you then, Jane," he said, ending the call with a grin.
"Huh," Mouse muttered, looking at her phone in surprise.
"What? Did he confess his undying love for you?" Kurt asked, laughing as he kept dancing.
"No... He called me Jane," Mouse replied.
...
Mouse stayed at Kurt's house that night, borrowing some pyjamas from Tina with the promise to wash them. Candy had to borrow pyjamas from Kurt's dad since he was too tall to fit into Kurt's properly, and Mouse promised to wash them as well.
Kurt set up a double mattress in the lounge room for them to sleep on, and got two pillows and a blanket as well. Candy cried when he realised that he didn't have his Buzz Lightyear pyjamas, and it took almost three hours for Mouse to calm him down.
Later that night, some time after Candy had fallen asleep, Mouse wondered if Sarah even cared that they hadn't gone home yet.
Rolling over, she hugged Candy to her as he whimpered in his sleep.
"It's all right, Candy. I'm here, I'm here," Mouse said softly as she fell asleep herself.
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End of the sixth chapter!
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