First off all, I'd like to thank all the reviews, story alerts and favourited this story.
Answering a few questions:
Em (guest), I'll try to write longer chapters (not this one though).
Sara (guest), you'll find out who Scarlett is in this chapter.
And you'll learn a little bit more about Scarlett in this chapter too.
Once again, I don't own Glee.
Oh, and I don't know much about Judaism, so I'm sorry if I make mistakes. There will probably be a few of them in this story.
They've been on the road for five hours now, having stopped only once to eat something and use the restrooms.
They were listening to the songs from Puck's ipod and sat on a confortable silence. They were enjoying the moment, but Scarlett knew there were many things they still had to discuss. She initiated the talk. "I thought Hannah would be a nice name. For me. I was thinking Hannah Bennet. What do you think? Is it Jewish enough? "
Puck smiled. "Yes, it's fine. So, Hannah, what do you do for a living?"
Scarlett begun to think about it, but couldn't come up with anything. "I don't know."
"Well, if you could do anything, have any job in the world, what would you choose?" Asked the boy.
"I guess… I'd be an escort...?"
"So, you'd basically be Scarlett." He affirmed.
"I think so. I mean, I really enjoy my job. You get to meet all kinds of people, different people from all over the world, you get to travel, to go to different places, different countries and cultures…"
"I get that. Sounds fun. But on the other hand, you don't really have a choice when it comes to sex." Said Puck.
"Yes, but I enjoy sex. I've always liked it."
"Of course. But you have to have sex with your client, even if you're not attracted to him." The boy commented.
"That's true, and that's the only downside, at least the way I see it. But there are many clients like you, that don't hire me for sex. Actually, most of the guys that look for me just want company, someone to talk to. And I really enjoy this part of what I do. Most of these guys are in unhappy marriages or are just lonely and need someone to listen to them, you know? Someone that is actually interested in their problems. And is really fulfilling knowing that, sometimes, I can actually help and make a difference in their lives."
Puck nodded. "Ok, so Hannah is a psychologist."
Scarlett smiled and nodded. "Yes, maybe she is."
"Do your parents know that you're an escort?"
"No."
"When they ask about your job, what do you tell them?"
"I don't really talk to them."
She knew that this conversation was getting serious, and she was actually being honest with this guy. Her clients usually didn't have conversations like this one with her. They normally wanted to get things off of their chest, talk about themselves or show her off to their business associates or friends. And of course, there were the ones only interested in sex. She was used to being paid to play a character. Of course she was going to play a character for Puck too, but it felt different. He seemed genuinely interested in some aspects of her life that people usually didn't care about. She wasn't totally comfortable with this, so she changed the subject.
"So, how did Puck and Hannah meet?"
Puck didn't respond immediately. After a few seconds, he said. "You'll have to tell me something about your family too, you know? It's the kind of thing you'd know about a girlfriend."
"You can just make something up. Hannah is not real, we can just make everything up."
"But why go through all the trouble, if you already have a family we can borrow?" He said, smiling that charming smile that she was getting used to.
"Ok. My parents, Russell and Judy, are still married and I have an older sister, Frannie. I haven't talked to her since she left home to go to college."
"And where did you grow up?"
"I'm from Georgia. Was born and raised in Savannah."
Puck nodded and kept driving.
"We actually have to discuss how Puck and Hannah met", said Scarlett.
"You know, you should really try to talk to your parents again. They are probably the only people you can really trust. "
"You obviously don't know my parents."
"Why? What's so terrible about them?" Puck kept insisting, trying to get something out of Scarlett. She was a mystery to him and he was genuinely interested in knowing more about her. She seemed fascinating. Or he just was that attracted to her.
"So, coffee shop it is!" The blonde said, ignoring his question. He looked at her with a puzzled expression and she clarified. "The place you met Hannah!"
"Sure, sure." Puck agreed. Turns out it wasn't a completely lie. He and Scarlett did meet on a coffee shop, that one near his office.
He had barely finished answering her, when the car stopped. She looked at him questionably and he smile at hear. "Time for another short stop. I need to pee."
Twenty minutes later, they were back at the car. They agreed that most of the relevant subjects were covered. If someone asked something they didn't know how to answer, they'd just say that they started dating recently and were still getting to know each other.
Not much later than that, Scarlett dozed off and end up sleeping the remain of the trip. Puck gladly drove the rest off the way, singing along to the songs that were plying and stealing glances at the blonde by his side, all the time with a small smile on his lips.
Scarlett woke up from her slumber with Puck lightly shaking her shoulder.
"We're here"
She rubbed the sleep off her eyes and looked at the house through the car window. It was a small, but very charming yellow house, with a small yard and white picket fence. She loved it right away and couldn't wait to go inside. She always pictured growing old in a place like this, peaceful and cozy, but life had other plans for her and that's why she lived cramped studio in New York.
She was pulled out of her thoughts by the door opening. Puck.
"I'm sorry, I just blanked." said Scarlett, as he helped her out of the car.
"Are you nervous?" Asked Puck, in a teasing manner.
"No. But I can't say it's a situation I'm used to. It's the first time someone is introducing me to his family."
"It will be alright." He said, in a reassuring smile.
"I know. I told you I've got this. Your mother's going to love me."
After taking Scarlett's things off the trunk, they made their way to the door, Puck holding the suitcase while she carried the bags, and rang the door bell. While they waited for someone to answer, she took his hands in hers, squeezing it and smiling at him.
The door opened and someone immediately jumped into Puck's arms.
"Noah! You're here. Finally, why took you so long?" asked the fairly tall girl with green eyes and curly brown hair.
"It's a ten hour drive." He answered.
"I thought you wouldn't make it. The rehearsal dinner is tonight, and you had to be here. Besides, you're the one walking me down the aisle."
Scarlett had stepped back as soon as the girl she now knew was Puck's sister, Sarah, opened the door. She was watching the exchange between the siblings, seeing how they interact with each other. She also heard noise coming from inside. The house seemed full of people already. Then her attention came back to Puck and Sarah.
"You're getting married in a church? I thought it would be in the temple?" He inquired.
"No, Ted's parents begged us to get married in the church they go to. It was ok with me, I just wanna marry him."
Puck scoffed. "You're such a loser" he said, in a teasing tone. "And a bad Jew! Ma must be disappointed."
"Well, she'll live. As long as I give her a grandchild soon, she'll be alright."
Puck was about to say something when he was interrupted by someone coming from inside.
"Sarah, hun, why it's taking you so long?"
The second Ruth Puckerman saw who was at the door, she lightly pushed Sarah away to hug her son.
"Noah! I missed you so much. It's been almost six months since you last came to visit." She said, while kissing his cheeks.
Scarlett could tell Puck was embarrassed, he was blushing lightly, and she had an amused smile on her face.
Ruth's tone of voice was a little high, which ended up attracting the other guests' attention, and now they had an audience. Just my luck, thought Scarlett, feeling the butterflies on the pit of her stomach.
"And who would that be, Noah?" asked Mrs. Puckerman, looking at Scarlett with a huge smile on her face.
"Ma, Sarah, I want you to meet my girlfriend, Han"
Immediately, Puck was interrupted by the noise of a glass shattering on the floor.
"Quinn? Quinn Fabray?" asked the guest that dropped the glass, with a look of utterly disbelief.
The blonde shut her eyes and dropped her head a little bit, recognizing the voice immediately.
Crap!