AN: Well, well, well... I did this awfully quick... Told you it would be soon and maybe I'll even upload another chapter in an hour or two... LoL, and while writing this Use Somebody came up on my Shuffle list... again! Woo!

Disclaimer: Wish I owned it... Like, I pray to God every night hoping the contract would just fall into my hand... Probably my cross-breeding that makes God ignore my prayers so oft. Although, I had no credit and my landline wasn't working, and I prayed my brother would call me and two minutes later *poof* he did... Oh, I'm rambling aren't I?

Thanks to Ally83 and :)

You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody

Present...

Mike hauled Puck up off of Rachel's shoulder who looked horrified. "Is he okay?" she asked. "Should I go get somebody? What if..."

"Rachel!" Mike grunted, putting his friend down on the chairs. "Stop talking."

With a small nod, Rachel shut up, completely worried and totally confused. Mike sighed and patted Puck down, looking for something specific. His car keys. "Here we go." he muttered and looked at Rachel. "Can you drive stick?" She quickly shook her head. "Okay, well then you're going to follow me, I'm going to take Puck and his car home and then you can drive us back. Got it?" She nodded her head this time. Mike appreciated that at least she was listening.

"W-Why don't I just drive him home then come back?" Rachel offered. She did have a free period this morning and she had no idea what Mike was doing but surely they both shouldn't be put out because of Puck and this... whatever it was.

Mike shook his head. "Then Puck's truck would still be here. Anyway, I'm the only one out of us two with a hall pass." He winked at Rachel and started texting Matt. Puck had only said don't get Finn, right? It didn't matter if he got someone else's help, right? Plus, Mike could definitely not carry Puck by himself and didn't dare wake the sleeping giant.

Within a few minutes, Matt was out of his class and in the choir room. "Only got fifteen minutes, what's up?" he asked quickly. Then he saw Mike standing with Rachel and Puck draped across the tiered steps. "What's going on?"

As Mike explained to Matt that he found Puck drunk and brought him to the choir room, Rachel stared down at him and wondered why his face was so creased up, like he was having a bad dream. She couldn't smooth out his face like she wanted to, because Mike and Matt were hauling Puck back up to half-carry half-drag him. Puck grumbled a bit at the movement, but apart from that he was out cold, his head lolling around.

"What happened to him?" Rachel murmured, repeating her earlier question and neither Mike nor Matt could answer as they carried him down the hallway and into the car park. Mike past Rachel the keys so she opened Puck's truck door and Matt and Mike put him inside.

"You gonna be okay to get him into his place?" Matt asked.

Mike nodded. "I'll be fine. It won't be that far and I'm hoping by then he'll be a little more awake."

Matt smiled at Rachel. "I'll tell Mr Marx you'll be late for Maths?"

"Yeah, thanks." Rachel gave a small smile back, not too sure how she had been thrown into the middle of all of this mayhem. Matt said he needed to get back to class and to call him later. After Mike agreed, Rachel got into her car and waited for Mike to start up Puck's and drive out. She followed and was surprised that Puck drove past her house everyday to get to school. When Mike finally parked outside Puck's house, Rachel was even more surprised to find herself in Tina's street. She knew that behind Tina's house was a park which was just down the road from her house. So that's why he runs past every morning...

Mike got out of Puck's car in front of Rachel and started to take Puck out of the car. She watched as Mike tried opening the door with Puck resting on his shoulders and then jump back in surprise when the door opened itself. Rachel watched Mike talk to someone and then step backwards, still holding onto Puck. Mike tried dragging Puck back to the truck and Rachel frowned. Soon enough though, she saw a man following them out of the house, his hands waving about in insistence. Puck was awake-ish because he was stumbling back to his car, looking worse than ever. Mike let go of him for a moment to turn around and punch the guy so he could stop following them but the guy grabbed Mike's hand and shoved him away.

The man leaned down over Puck, trying to help him up (seeing as he fell as soon as Mike had let go) but only managed to pull Puck up onto his hands and knees. Promptly, Puck threw up all over his front lawn just as Mike tried to pull the man off of Puck.

Rachel had seen enough and reached into her hand bag to grab her pepper spray, storming over.

"Hey!" Rachel yelled out. Mike and the man looked up at Rachel who was walking a mile-per-minute to get to them.

"Get back in the car..." Mike started to say, but the older man pushed Mike off of him and glared at Rachel. "And who are you?"

"Rachel Berry." she said. "Get away from Michael, please."

"Berry?" The old man squinted at her. "I remember you... and your dads."

Rachel was taken aback by that fact and found herself frozen for a moment. The man noticed this and leaned back to grab Puck. "Stay... away..." Puck garbled and Rachel was instantly brought back to reality.

Rachel stepped in front of Puck. "Do not come any closer, please." Yes, she was always polite. Or at least she tried to be.

"Yeah," Mike reached from behind and pulled the man away but this time the guy shoved Mike back onto the ground. Rachel reacted instantly. She put the pepper spray in front of the mans face and squeezed. He yelled out and grabbed his face, stumbling back. Puck slumped straight to the ground, unfortunately into his own vomit, and Mike jumped up.

"Get back to your car." Mike ordered her and Rachel didn't need telling twice. She jumped back into her Prius as Mike put Puck back into the truck and drove off. Rachel followed him again, more confused than ever.

Earlier...

Puck ran up the street to his house when he saw something from the corner of his eye. It was a 1990 Lincoln, blue in colour with a brown skirting. He hated Lincoln's for the pure fact it was what his dad used to drive. And he hated his dad. He hated this one so much more because it was parked in the same spot across the road his dad always parked in. And it was the same colour. And it just ruined his perfect morning by showing up.

He turned up his music a bit louder and ran into the house, past the living room and straight to the kitchen. His mother would be getting ready for work soon while his sister would still be asleep for another hour. He didn't jump into the shower yet, but worked on his weights for the next half-hour and sit-ups and push-ups for another thirty minutes after that. By seven, he was oddly rejuvenated which is exactly why he did this every morning. He walked down the hall, made sure his sister was getting ready (because she was six and oddly took the longest to get ready in the morning because she would get distracted by the smallest of things... Like a spec of glitter on the carpet could hold her attention for twenty-minutes).

"Isles? You up?" he opened the door and saw her staring at a picture on the wall. He rolled his eyes and picked her up around the waist, grabbing her attention. "Hey!" she squealed, her hair falling over her face as he threw her over his shoulder.

"Hey what?" Puck asked. "You need to shower and get ready. Like now. Because we're out of here by eight."

"Eight?" she said. "School starts at nine."

"Yeah, but you still have to go order lunch and I'm shouting breakfast today." Puck walked down the hall to the bathroom and stuck his little sister inside. "Come out once you've showered, hair and all Isla."

The six year old was about to protest but Puck covered her small mouth with his large hand. "No way are you arguing your way out of this one. Go." She nodded as he closed the door on her. While she was showering, Puck packed her bag for her with ten dollars for lunch in her Barbie wallet, her show and tell and her favourite pencil case with all the colours. He frowned at himself. If his friends saw this, they'd probably kill him with ridicule. Luckily, only Finn and Matt had ever met his little sister (because Matt's sister was Isla's buddy and she went over to Matt's house once or twice) and only they knew he was nice for her.

The rest of the morning was pretty lax for him. Once Isla was out, he had his own shower, getting the sweat off of him and pulled on a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. He shrugged on his jacket as he walked downstairs to get a drink. He walked through the living room and into the kitchen where his mum was with her normal coffee. He saw her there and immediately said good morning and went to open the fridge but then he stopped.

Someone was sitting next to his mother, also holding a coffee. A man. Puck stared at blinked a few times, trying to figure out if what he was seeing was right. The man was in his fifties, with sharp green eyes and rough beard growing around his face. He had a full head of curly black hair and was similarly built and shaped like Puck.

Puck shook his head, once, twice, three times. The familiar tan, the small creases around his eyes... Sitting at his kitchen bench, right in front of him wasn't just any old Jewish man. It was his old Jewish man. His dad, Josef Puckerman.

"Morning, Noah." he said with ease.

Puck jumped back, slamming into the fridge door, pushing himself as far away from Josef as possible. "Noah..." his mother said gently.

"No!" Puck stuck his hand out in front of his face. "No, no, no!" He kept repeating it as he slid along the fridge and the kitchen wall to the door. "No, just..." He shook his head and turned around, almost falling over his feet as he left. Without really thinking, he ran upstairs to his room and slammed the door shut like he used to when he was a kid and his dad had just berated him about something.

Puck fell back onto his bed and covered his hands over his face. What the hell just happened? Did he wake up in an alternate universe? Was the sky about to fall out of the... sky? What the fuck is his old man doing downstairs? When did he come back? Why?

Question swam around Puck's mind and he just couldn't put the answers together fast enough to understand. He felt bile rise to his throat as the image of his dad sitting there so casually rose to the front of his mind. All he could do was calm his breathing and try to empty his head but just as he started, he heard Isla running down the hall down the stairs.

Puck darted up. No. No way was he gonna let...

Before he could even finish the thought process, Puck grabbed his bag from his desk, knocking some books and papers over in the process, and pretty much jumped down the stairs to beat Isla to the kitchen. He cut bolted through the other entrance into the kitchen, ran past his mum and him and through the entrance Isla was walking through to wrap his arms around her waist and lift her up. "Noah!" she squealed but Puck didn't say anything as he marched straight out the front.

In the matter of seconds, Puck had his mother and him following him. "Noah, we need to talk..." his mother said and he felt a knife being twisted in his gut.

"No." he said stubbornly, grabbing Isla's bag from beside the door.

He was quiet, not saying a word until his eyes laid on Isla. "Is... is that my...?"

"No!" Puck turned around furiously and yelled. "She is not your anything!" Isla was sitting petrified in his arms but Puck didn't notice as he glared at the man who walked out on him so many years ago. "She is my sister that is my mother this is my house and I do not want you here when I get back this afternoon. Understand?" Puck shouted. He dropped Isla on the ground and walked forward towards him, grabbing his shirt and shoving him against the wall. His mother gasped and Isla started crying. "Do you understand?"

Josef just stared at his son, his face passive and without emotion. "Understood." Puck's breathing calmed a bit as his mind caught up to his body and he assessed the situation. He had his dad pinned up against a wall, a total reversal of rolls. Puck blinked and stepped back, shuddering at the thought of being anything like that man. He growled at himself more so when he saw his sister crying and his mother panicked and huffed. "Come on Isles, let's go." He readjusted his bag on his shoulder and picked up Isla's bag again (he couldn't remember when he dropped it) and took her hand.

Isla was quietly sniffing as Puck took her hand and led her outside to his truck. He put his bag in the bed and her bag in the middle of the seat. Then he lifted Isla into the front, not putting on her seatbelt as he usually did because he just wasn't thinking. He had put himself onto automatic and was no in the process of trying to get his sister to school without wrapping his truck around a pole.

He didn't even notice she was still crying when he pulled up in front of her school. Puck put the car into park and waited for her to get out but she just sat there and cried. "What?" he asked as he stared at her blankly. "Go on. Go to school."

Isla looked up at him with big green eyes, her bottom lip trembling. "Y-Y-You scared mummy." she cried.

Puck hadn't even noticed his mum but he probably had petrified her. For some reason, he couldn't get himself to care. Because she had obviously let him back in and she was obviously taking his side again. She was always on his side, even after he left. Even after everything he did. He frowned and shook his head, trying to erase the thoughts. "I know I scared her Isle. Promise I'll make it up to her tonight." Only when he was desperate did Puck make promises he knew he was going to break.

He didn't want to make it up to his mum. He didn't want to look at her. "Just um... go to school okay? You have money, order your lunch." He fished into his back pocket for his wallet and handed her an extra five dollars. "Buy breakfast."

Isla very carefully took the money and then looked up at her big brother again. "Noah, that man looked like Daddy." Puck leaned against the window, his eyes squeezed shut to get rid of the headache that was slowly building behind them. "Like the pictures. Was that..."

"He was nobody Isla." He said forcefully. "Now get out. I'm going to be late."

"But Noah..."

"I said get out!" he shouted but he instantly realised his mistake because she'd recoiled away from him and was crying again. "No, no, no..." he had been saying that an awful lot this morning. He moved across the car and pulled his sister into his arms, pulling her against his chest. "Sorry Isle, sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you, I promise I didn't mean to yell at you."

Isla nodded into his chest and they sat like that for ten minutes or so. He would be early anyway, so he didn't mind just waiting there with her. Her little arms reached out and wrapped around his neck and gently patted him on the back. "It'll be okay Noah." And then Isla pulled away, grabbed her bag and got out of the car.

Puck sat there, completely stunned and then pissed. His little sister just saw something he vowed to protect her from. The violence and anger he grew up with. He tried to make sure her life was as normal as possible but...

With anger fuelling him, Puck reached into the backseat and grabbed a bottle of liquor he kept under the seat for after-game drink-ups. He ripped off the lid as he started the car up again and drank as he drove. He didn't give a shit about road safety that moment.

It was vodka, straight from the bottle and by the time he was half-way through he had reached school and everything was fuzzy. Fuck this shit, he thought and downed the rest of it in one drink.

That's how his morning started. Fucking perfect.

AN: Next chapter, Puck, Rachel, Finn, Mike, Matt, Kurt, Mercedes, Brittany, Santana, Quinn, Artie and Tina... Maybe even Will... hehehe... I know, I'm cryptic. ;)