"So are you saying yes?"
"Look, Noah, you just need to make me a demo CD and then I'll think about. If you can give it to me between now and next week, I might be able to get you to play a Club Brox."
Puck's eyes got wide. "Really? Out first gig at Brox? Oh wow that's amazing!"
The executive laughed. "Just make them good." The man stood up, holding out his hand.
"Thanks Mr Shuester-"
"Call me Will."
"Will. Okay!" Puck grabbed his outstretched hand and shook it twice before he gathered his things and left the building.
It was his fourth meeting the past two weeks, Puck has had in order to get them a gig to play at some club. He knew they were good. They usually played at parks. Puck smiled to himself as he opened his car door.
Puck frowned. "I thought I locked it?" He shook it off at sat down in the drivers seat. He kept the door open as he started the car. He opened a can if beer and drunk all of it in less than ten seconds. Just as he was about to close the door someone from the back of the seat grunted.
He froze and looked behind him through the rear view mirror.
"Well, well, well. Look who it is."
"How the fuck-" Puck got hit in the back hard causing him to slam his head on the steering wheel. The mysterious guy got out from the back of Puck's car holding a metal base ball bat. He grabbed Puck by the arm of his suit and drug him out.
"Stand up before I beat your ass here." Puck threw his hands up.
"What the fuck do you want?" Puck spat.
"You know who I want." He raised the bat up and swung down, hitting Puck in his ribs.
"You- I already, already t-told you he hates you!" He stuttered, wincing every time he breathed.
"I don't give a fuck who he hates!" He swung the bat and it connected with his skull. "You get him to me, and I'll think twice about not killing you and destroying your precious band." The guy said, kicking Puck in his side. He was about to hit him again before Mr. Shue came of of the building.
"Hey!" He shouted, racing over. The guy holding the bat bolted into the woods. Mr. Shue kneeled down at the bleeding Puck. He checked his pulse as Puck spat up blood.
"Will- I'm sorry, I-"
"Don't talk Puck, stay quiet." Mr. Shue's eyes started to water. "I need to take you to t-the hospital." He began to pick Puck up, but he stopped him.
"I'm pretty banged up." He chuckled. "But- no one can help me... I won't make it." Mr. Shue sniffled.
"I'm not letting you die on my watch." He picked Puck up and placed him in the back seat of his car. Mr. Shue jumped in the drivers seat and sped off to the hospital.
Kurt paced back in forth in the hallway, biting his lip. Sam was sitting cross legged on the floor next to Blaine. Jared was on the phone, contacting Finn to come to the hospital.
"This always fucking happens!" Kurt said stopping and punching the wall. "I keep telling him that I don't like him, and, and he hurts people I love!"
"Who?" Blaine asked.
"Karofsky. He's a huge bully that bullied me at my old high school. He uses to be my neighbor. And he can't get in trouble because his whole family are police men!"
"One day he'll regret it." Sam said leaning back against the wall. Just then a nurse came out of Puck's room.
"He's up. He'll be ready to leave in a couple of hours."
"Already? He just got here." Jared said taking Blaine's hand.
The nurse cringed. "Uh, yes. Just minor injuries, and one broken rib. We fixed it though. Um- we- he just has bruises. Lucky enough someone came and stopped him." And then she left with a hurry.
Kurt was the first one to enter followed by Jared as Sam was the last.
"Hey, gorgeous!" Puck said playfully to Kurt. "Hey curly!" He said to Blaine. "Hey trouty mouth!" He said to Sam. "Hey red head!" He said to Jared.
"Hey." They all said in unison.
"Puck, are you okay?" Kurt said kneeling by his side.
"Yeah, just a few bruises. Mr. Shue saved me though."
"Good. Thank god."
"Yup! So hey, party at my house tonight! Invite the girls Sam!"
"What, no! No party. You just got injuries!" Kurt said.
"Look, I need some booze in my system!" Puck rolled his eyes.
"No, Noah-"
"Ugh! You aren't my mom, Kurt! Party. My house. Tonight. I have huge news!" Puck began to rip the pads off his arms.
"Woah, what are you doing?" Jared asked reaching to push Puck back in the bed. He shook him off and stood up flexing. He took put a shirt on over his toned muscles and crossed his arms. He winced slightly.
"I don't need no damn doctors. I'm fine. Just- be there tonight, or I'm coming to you guys houses and cutting your balls off."
Just then Finn came in wide eyed. "What!" Everyone turned and laughed.
"Party. Be there or be ball-less." Puck grinned walking past all of them giving Rachel a nod of hello. Finn was about to argue why he just got up and left when he was being hospitalized but Kurt stopped him.
"Just show up at his house tonight, he'll most likely explain." Sam said. Everyone exited, with Finn looking confused as hell and Rachel glaring over at Blaine wondering who this mysterious boy was.
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Okay so Puck apparently doesn't need help but will that hurt him in the long run? Uh Rachel will be talking to Blaine a lot int the next two chapters I hope. Sorry this is a crappy AN!