AN: So, I'm grounded...

Would've updated this three hours ago but spent the last two hours arguing with my mum over my grounding and nursing the headache that followed and then replying to your reviews which I do because I love you guys and individually going through pm's kills my life.

Why am I grounded? My bestie and I went to Brighton for coffee... then we were walking along the beach... I took off my t-shirt and bra (I was wearing a singlet... I'm not a nudist... yet) and in my shorts jumped into the beach with my best mate. We just waded around for an hour or two and then I went to my grandmothers, got changed and went out to dinner with my brother.

My friend facebooked that we went to the beach... Remember how I mentioned my parents have facebook? My mum now has decided I had been planning on going to the beach all along and was lying to her about it... just like I was lying to her about the fact I never wore her belt... I DIDN'T WEAR HER BELT! Well I did, ages ago, but I know gave it back because I briefly remember the threat of being hit with it being tossed around after I wore it...

Reviews:

Chloe-bug: (grins foolishly) Skip the AN, read that later... JUST READ! (And thank you)

Sweetcaroline1986: Hope you like this chapter if you liked the gradual building... cause I think gradual gets chucked out the window somewhere near the end... LoL

Ncar: I'm just smiling mischievously at you...

EscapeSomeday: Tell me if it is epic enough...

Lunar Kitty Kat: I never thought of that explanation... I have another one but I never thought of that one... Maybe I might change my explanation and write a one-shot based on my original one... must ponder that...

Diva(dot)divine: Hehehehe...

Ch3lsBishop: I'm doing this as I'm eating breakfast... Ew. Spider has moved on... I think he fell out my window because there is a web going from my window to the walk... I live in apartments and my bedroom window faces inside the apartments... so I've got a view of the walk way inside the apartments and other peoples front doors... Maybe your poison had expired? Or maybe the spider wasn't really a normal spider but a freaky alien spider that's immune to the planets spider poisons... or a human who shapeshifts into a spider so technically it was a human who was immune to spider poisons... I hope you didn't step on him... it would be kind of cruel if it was a shapeshifting human... (Now you all know why I write... overactive imagination...)

Alley83: Rachel's there for him alright... And I'm glad you're addicted... I love being addicted to stories and to think someone is addicted to mine makes me happy... er...

JustAmazing: Um... calm down... put the gun down... step away from the gun... Breathe... Smile! :)... Hope this chapter is good for you... ;)

Aussietasha, mdemanatee, emo nemo94: Here is more and sorry it is late :)

Mag721: Yeah, I like their little friendship dynamic...

Saradelovely: (shakes my head) Nope.

SpecerCollins: I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad! :) (Cause you loved it three times, so I'm glad three times...) Read on.

Btw, I think I wrote once or twice that Puck's sister was in kindergarten... I take that back... make it grade 1... because like, I started kindergarten at four. So she's too old to be in kindergarten... I still think my seven year old cousin is in kindergarten, but I still think my cousin who's starting high school next year is in kindergarten... but then again, a lot of kids in year seven look like they're in kindergarten... they are so short nowadays, I swear! They look six years old...

Can I advise something? If you have the song 'Fall For You' by Second Hand Serenade, put it on standby. If not, go onto youtube and look it up and turn it on when you see three stars... ie *** ... You don't have to... it'd just be cool if you did.

Puck dug his hands into his pockets, clutching to the material inside as he sat on one of the desks, opposite his mother. He felt like he did when he was four years old and the teacher had called his parents in for punching another kid.

In his complete defence, the other kid deserved to be hit. Firstly, he was eight. Puck didn't know why, but even when he was eight years old, he's always had a problem with eight year olds. Even now, Puck had no idea what he was going to do when Isla turned eight because it was like every eight year old he saw, he just wanted to smack. He didn't, but he had that burning desire... especially if they were bratty eight year olds. He hated naughty kids. At least Isla is well behaved... He thought thankfully.

Secondly, the kid had been picking on Finn. Definitely not cool seeing as Finn was five years old (bastard was always older than Puck). Thirdly, he ran and told his mum as soon he was decked.

That was a pussy move if Puck ever saw one. Running and telling your mum you got decked. Who does that?

Anyway...

Puck had been four and his mother had requested to talk to Puck on his own, because he had point-blank refused to give an explanation in front of his teacher. So Mrs Furner had left him and his mother alone and she had looked at him expectantly. "Noah, why did you hit that boy?"

Little Noah shrugged, his curly hair falling over his eyes. "He hit Finn."

"Who is Finn?"

"My best friend." he said, jutting out his chest proudly.

For a moment, Deborah had thought her son had developed an imaginary friend. "How long have you known Finn for Noah?"

"Me and Finn?" Noah rolled his eyes like he had seen them do in the movies. "We go way back."

Deborah leaned in front of her son. "How long is way back?"

"Since Tuesday." he nodded. It was only Friday. The fight had broken out on Tuesday but today was the first day Deborah had been able to come in.

Surprisingly, Deborah felt slightly relieved. "Want me to show you a picture?" Before Deborah could say anything else, Noah had pushed himself off of the chair he had been sitting in and ran over to the back of the class where various photos were displayed. He jumped up, snatched one off of the wall and ran back over his mother. "This is us. We're making bread." And for some reason, at the time, the fact that only him and Finn could make a proper loaf was the coolest thing in the world. (AN: Personal experience...)

"He's pretty cool." Noah said. "He likes singing though... like, he sings a lot when he thinks no one is paying attention. It's weird."

Deborah looked at her excited son and sighed, kneeling in front of him. "Whilst it is good and all that you have made a friend Noah, you can't go around punching people because they were mean to your friends. It's not right."

Noah frowned, "But daddy punches you and you say it's alright."

That was the first time Puck had ever seen his mum cry and he hated it. He still hated it today, because she was his mum. No one should make her cry. Even with all of the problems going on between them, all he wanted was for her to be happy and safe. It was pretty stupid, him being the child and all and trying to protect his fully grown mother but it was how he was. How he had always been.

Now that she had chosen him over them, he felt kind of like she was throwing it all back in his face. Telling him the nights he held onto her as she cried were all for naught. It felt just as bad as the first time he had seen her cry.

"Noah... about what's going on with your father..."

"I've officially decided I don't have a father, ma." Puck said, deadpanning a little. "I can't stand the sight of that guy and I'm considering changing my last name. I totally would, if it wasn't for the fact that everyone calls me Puck."

Deborah closed her eyes and nodded. "I understand why you would..."

"Yeah, the whole 'beating the crap out of his family' thing pretty much makes him the last person on earth who I would wish to have as a father."

"I understand that..."

"He's a total jerk, Ma..."

"Noah Puckerman!" Puck stood to attention and his eyes popped out of his head. Full name in angry tones was never good. Ever. Not in a million years. So he knew he had to shut the hell up now. "Let me talk for five minutes, please." Puck nodded and just waited for his mothers explanation. "I've decided I agree with you." she said after a pause long enough to give Puck a heart attack. "About these... living arrangements. I've talked with Carol and although she thinks I'm making a mistake, she's more than glad to let you and Isla stay as long as you two want to be there."

Puck felt his mouth dry up and he blinked a few times. "W-why are you letting him back in ma?"

Deborah sighed and it was her turn to sit on one of the desks. Or at least lean back on it to support herself. "Noah, we live in a three bedroom house with a basement and an attic, a living room and a dining room. I'm working almost every minute of every day but we'd never be able to live there if it wasn't for your father." When Puck shot her a dark look, she raised her hand in apology. "Sorry, if it wasn't for Josef. He left because he knew he was a screw up and he came back because he thinks he's changed. But all those years while he was gone, whilst money was far and few and we were behind on the payments, he made sure he sent enough for us to keep living."

Puck frowned. "Fine, the dude sent money. But he's still a deadbeat dad and husband."

"Yes." she agreed with him, sending Puck into a small state of shock. "And after what I saw he did to you... I'm not completely sure about letting him back in yet."

"Damn straight." Puck crossed his arms defensively over his chest, his fists still balled. "But like, you're letting him inside your house while you're kicking out your kids."

"Well, it is his house." Deborah said. "And he claims he wants to be back in our lives." Her face softened for a moment. "He really has seemed to change Noah. Apart from his one slip up with you which he claims to have been a pure instinct of being punched, one that you would know very well..."

"Don't say that!" he hissed, jolting up as if he'd been electrocuted. "I'm nothing like that looser."

Deborah looked at him, sadly. "Noah, I'm sorry to say this but you and your father..."

"He's not my dad!" Puck shouted. "He's not, okay. Just get that through your head. He is not my father. Yeah, I share DNA with him. That's just unfortunate. But he's not my dad!"

The door swung open and Rachel and Finn both of them fell through. "Uh... hi." Finn said. "We'll just be..."

When Puck had originally saw them falling through, he was slightly mad. No actually, he realised he was glad. He couldn't do this. He couldn't sit in the room any longer while his mother made up excuses and lies.

"Let's go." Puck muttered to them and pushed past his friends to get out of that room.

He started storming off, trying to get backstage as quickly as possible. Then the last person he wanted to see, stepped in front of him. "Did your mother tell you?" Josef asked him and Puck felt everything inside of him spinning in an angry tornado. He started shaking out of anger or nerves, he had no idea. But then he felt Finn's arm on his back and all of Puck's anger fell through and his knees almost buckled. He didn't completely fall but if it hadn't been for Finn's arm and the fact he refused to look like a total idiot in public, Puck thought he would fall over.

"Yeah, she told me some shit." he snapped. "All of it was bullshit but yeah, she told me."

He knew his mother was at least four steps behind him. "Josef, not now." Deborah said softly. "He's not ready."

"Damn right I'm not ready!" Puck growled, spinning to face his mother. "This isn't something one prepares themself for! Not unless they're seeking some pretty intensive therapy which," he turned and glared at Josef. "We never had the money for. Why didn't you send some extra cash for compensation?"

No one could say anything so Puck just kept walking, Finn holding onto him in case he fell. Which he did, once they got outside into the parking lot. Rachel, who had been surprisingly quiet, fell to his side and held onto his arm. He felt his shoulder grow wet and couldn't really understand why Rachel would be crying.

Puck had his knees half up and tilted his head back, hitting the brick wall of the building. "Give me a minute." he murmured, putting his hand up and trying to stroke Rachel's hair, but it was a half-assed attempt and ended up making him feel worse because he couldn't pull out anything in him to help her.

Finn looked on nervously. "Look, I'm going to go tell Mr Schue where you two are so he doesn't completely flip."

Rachel nodded, snuggling up closer to Puck and just waiting for him to be alright.

But he wasn't.

Not for a while.

Well, at least not until the rest of Glee had preformed Proud Mary without them. For the first time in Rachel's life, she didn't mind not being up on stage. She squeezed Puck's hand and was about to open her mouth and ask him something, when Mr Schuester came around the corner.

"Puck?" he asked, quietly stepping over to where they were.

Puck looked up at Mr Schuester with deadened eyes. "Yeah?"

"Puck, are you going to come back inside?" Mr Schue asked. "Because it's pretty cold out here, and you two are just wearing t-shirts and jeans."

Puck briefly looked down at himself and then at Rachel who was shivering by his side, but staying put all the same. "Uh... yeah, I guess."

Puck stood up stiffly, his legs aching and he wondered how long he had actually sat there for. When he briefly asked Mr Schue, he said half an hour. They were up to their second performance almost. Puck nodded, not really hearing. It was as if he was underwater. Everything felt far off and distant and he wasn't feeling anything but numbness. Because he had sat there, comparing himself to his father for the past half an hour. Contemplating every choice he had made since the dawn of his memory to see if he was anything like his dad.

And he had convinced himself he was.

"Puck!"

Puck snapped out of his reverie and found himself backstage with the entire Glee club standing around him, Rachel tugging on his arm and Mr Schuester no where in sight. It was Finn, who had clapped his hands in front of his face, who had yelled. "Dude, are you going to be alright to go on stage?"

There was a murmur of consent from the others and Rachel just hugged his arm tighter. He briefly wondered why she didn't hug any other part of him, but he realised he was standing so static that she couldn't get to any other part of him. "Uh... I don't know. C-Can you do it without me?"

Everyone shook their heads. It was true. Puck was leading for this song and they had, had such a short time to figure it all out in, they hadn't prepared an understudy. Finn knew the lyrics however he wasn't too sure about the harmonies.

"I... Can you guys do something else?" Puck asked, pulling away from Rachel and walking away from all of them. He couldn't really face anyone at that moment. He didn't want to be with himself. His mother was right. He was like his dad.

"All our good stuff has been seen already Puck." Mercedes said. "This song is all we got at the moment unless Rach pulls out a solo."

Rachel shook her head, feeling oddly horrible. If she did a solo, she would take pleasure in it but this wasn't something she wanted happiness to arise from. She couldn't say why aloud, but Rachel knew her performing a solo wasn't the best thing.

"What if we dumb it down to a jam session?" Finn asked quietly. He asked quietly, because he was staring right at Puck. "We could sing Stranded by Jeremiah Freed. I know that Puck knows it on guitar and I can play it on drums... if we treat it like a jam session..."

Puck shook his head, still not turning to face anyone. "I'm not going out there and making an ass out of myself with the rest of you losers."

"Hey, that ain't fair." Mercedes said. "We're just trying to help."

"Well I don't need your help!" Puck snapped. "I don't need anything."

Everyone jumped a step back from the volatile Jewish boy while Rachel just took a step forward. Rachel reached up and pressed her hand on the back of his shoulder and sang quietly into his ear.

Here I stand, with open hands.
With nothing to show, I stand where I began.

It was all she sang and she sang it quietly enough that the rest of them don't and she pulled away, sliding her hand down his arm and rubbed it for a moment. "My uncle believes one should listen to a wide range of music." she said simply to the confused look on his face. "We can sing that song, if you want."

Puck shook his head and softened his voice for only Rachel to hear. "I can't do it Rach. Knowing that he's out there, watching."

"So?" Rachel whispered. "Do what I do every time I go to sleep thinking Jacob Ben-Israel is staring at me through some hidden camera no one discovered. Think about something else. Or someone else. Someone you really care about more than anything, who makes you happy. Think about Isla."

Puck closed his eyes and sighed. "Fine. I'll do it. But... But I'm not dancing."

"That's okay." Rachel said, smiling up at him.

Finn borrowed Kurt's iPod and even though they were going on in five minutes, he was showing the others the chords. Secretly, he knew Rachel and even Kurt's motto of singing what you're feeling was right. He was hoping it applied to Puck and even though he knew it would probably be the hardest thing he ever had to do, Finn was hoping that if it was done, at least then they could move forward.

Mr Schuester didn't know, so when Mike went and announced the Glee club would be performing Stranded, and not Kisses don't Lie, he thought he was going to have a heart attack.

Puck and his guitar took centre stage. He sat on a stool and looked at Finn waiting to see if everybody was ready. Finn got onto drums while Artie hooked up his guitar. Mike and Matt found two stools and were sitting on either side of Puck with a microphone each. Tina had found a bass guitar somewhere and was currently adjusting it around her body while Kurt and the rest of the girls stood up back, ready to hum as Rachel directed.

When Finn nodded, Puck took a deep breath. He was starting this. So he looked down at the guitar, concentrating on nothing but the frets and his fingers moving to pluck the strings and remembering the chords. Artie had a sheet on his lap and Finn knew the count in his head. Puck had never performed to this many people before.

He realised he played the beginning two counts too long so inhaled and put the lyrics to the chords.

Here I stand, with open hands.
With nothing to show, I stand where I began.
You talk so strong, you do no wrong.
Save your breath, I won't be here for long.

No one else played or sang with him as he changed the rift, still trying to block out everything and everyone. Apart from him, everything was deadly silent.

I feel stranded, on my own
I feel wasted, tired, used up and alone.

Here I stand, alone I stand.
Small in this as a single grain of sand.
But now I can, I know I can.
And I know you have them, let me see your hands.

As the next part Mike and Matt started to sing with him as all the instruments started playing together. Rachel started singing some ah's and the others followed lead.

I feel stranded, on my own
I feel wasted, tired, used up and alone.
I feel doubted, shadows of doubt on me,
Never been, never seen the uselessness in me.
Cause there's times that I've been,
and there are things we've had.
Despite all the lack of trust they had,
but you can't complain
when you stay the same,
if it keeps you sane now
On my own, I feel stranded

Artie's guitar solo started and Puck felt his hands turn useless. He had nothing left to play for at least eight, eight counts. Nothing to distract his mind from the fact he was in front of his old man, singing a song that he only sung to get his mind off of the troubles his old man had caused. His eyes flickered up, off the neck of the guitar and his gaze fluttered across the audience, trying to see if they were still there. His eyes landed on him, in the back row.

On two faces.

One crying, one mad.

He was supposed to start singing again in two counts.

On the first one he stood up and disconnected his guitar.

On the second one, he left the stage.

Mike and Matt looked at each other, nodded and kept singing for Puck where he left off. Everyone else looked at Puck with a mixture of sadness and confusion and when they heard a woman burst into tears in the audience they knew why.

I feel stranded, on my own
I feel wasted, tired, used up and alone.
I feel doubted, shadows of doubt on me,
Never been, never seen the uselessness in me.

I feel stranded

I feel stranded

Never been, never seen the uselessness in me.

Puck left the stage to see Mr Schuester's angry looking face in the wings. "What were you all thinking...?" he started but Puck just waved him off and headed in another direction. "Puck. Puck!" Mr Schuester tried to follow him, but the rest of Glee came off stage and pulled him away while Finn chased after his friend.

"Not now Finn." Puck grunted once he was outside, walking to his car. He didn't need to face Finn because his friend was literally two giant steps behind.

"Are you going home?" Finn asked.

Puck laughed darkly. "I don't have a home, remember?"

"Dude, don't do this."

"Don't do what?!" Puck turned on his heel and yelled angrily. He realised it was pointless to be angry, but he had to feel something except this constant numbness. He put his guitar in the bed of his truck, regretting not waiting to grab his case and walked over to his door. "I'm going for a drive."

"Your drives freak the fuck out of me."

"Don't worry about me." Puck said, opening the door roughly. "There are hundreds of things you should be worrying about Finn. Your pregnant girlfriend, your future, money, college and your nutjob in-laws... I'm not in the top five." Puck slammed shut the door and started up his car. He was about to reverse when he saw Rachel running up to them, out of breath. "Wait!" she yelled out, her flat shoes almost falling off. "Noah, wait!"

Puck thought that he would only wait because swinging awkwardly beside her was his guitar case. He waited just long enough for her and Finn to put his case in the back, and was about to drive off when she walked around behind the car. Puck really didn't want to kill her so waited. She obviously figured he'd try to run off, so quickly opened the door.

"What are you doing?" Puck asked, his voice void of any emotion.

Rachel slipped her hand into his and held tightly. "You're driving me home."

"You're car's here." he said, nodding to the Prius on the other side of the lot.

"I prefer leaving the car alone that you. Anyway, you made me promise you we would talk after the show. I am not one for breaking my promises no matter how inappropriate it is at the time of the situation. Now drive." Rachel shot a look at Finn who was still standing outside, shifting from foot to foot uncomfortably.

Puck just nodded, liking the feeling of her hand in his just a little more than he should. He always liked the feeling of her hand in his. For some reason it made him feel grounded. Sane. Better?

Rachel held his hand tightly the whole ride home and didn't say a word as she watched Puck tense and un-tense his muscles over and over again. He kept one hand on the steering wheel and played with hers with the other, just drawing circles on the back of her hand. She kept her eyes locked on him while he just stared ahead, his eyes intensely focused on the road as if he was trying to burn a hole in the ground.

When they finally reached her house, Puck didn't let go of her hand, holding on desperately as if her hand was the only thing keeping him alive. "Noah." she whispered quietly but Puck face just scrunched up tightly as she said his name. She didn't realise that through all the numbness, it was her voice saying his name that made him feel. "Oh Noah..." she unbuckled her seatbelt with her free hand and shuffled along the seat until she was next to him.

In a replay of events from weeks previous, Puck wrapped his arms around her and pressed his face into her shoulder.

Puck hated that his old man had this effect on him. He hated that every time he even thought about Josef Puckerman, he became blind with rage and sadness. And he hated himself for feeling this way when he knew the deadbeat didn't deserve Puck's time of day.

Rachel felt her heart breaking as she held Puck in her arms and felt her t-shirt becoming wet. She was glad at least because last time she was holding on to him, he felt cold and empty. At least this time, he was feeling something. She reached up with one hand and gently stroked his mohawk. "Hey, it is okay." she murmured. "Noah, your dad isn't going to hurt you again. He can't. You have so many people who love and care about you. The whole of Glee club... I mean, look what they did for you tonight. We could've all been ruined by that little stunt, but we did it anyway because we knew it would make you happy."

Puck nodded into her shoulder, internally yelling at himself for being such a wimp. "Come on Noah." Rachel tugged his hand lightly which was still intertwined with his and for a brief and terrifying moment, Puck thought she was going to leave him. "Come inside."

Puck nodded and turned off his car, removing his head from Rachel's shoulder but not his hand from hers. She tugged him along so he slid across the seat and exited from her side.

She led them both up the driveway. He knew her fathers were still up state with her grandmother which is why her aunt and uncle had come, so he didn't bother asking if they were alone. Rachel took him straight upstairs to her room after closing and locking the door behind her. She put on the downstairs alarm and went up to her room, Puck following her like a puppy.

She sat him down on her bed and tried letting go of her hand, but he held on tight. Rachel looked up at him and saw tears spilling down his face. They poured so fast, she couldn't stop them. "Noah, I'm not going anywhere. I was just going to take off your shoes." Without taking his dark eyes off of her, he kicked his shoes off and pulled her up to him, wrapping his arms around her, tightly holding her to his chest.

*** Rachel became limp in his grip and let him gently pull her down so they were both lying on her bed. Puck breathed heavily into her neck, nuzzling her neck gently. Without meaning to, Rachel felt herself whimper in his hold. Puck's heart skipped at that sound. That sound she made because of him.

He tilted his head so his lips were on the base of her neck and kissed her, desperately wanting her to recuperate. Rachel didn't move, but arched her neck towards him. She squeezed him tighter and moved her head so she could press her lips to his cheek.

So Puck continued. He kept kissing her, more and more desperately, trying to cover all the open skin around her throat and wishing that it was summer so she wasn't wearing a long sleeved v-neck. He moved up her neck and covered her face in kisses, more gentle than before and this time more pleading.

Rachel had no idea what he wanted but she knew she wanted this, whatever this was, she wanted it.

He was kissing her, kissing her everywhere except for the one place she ached to be kissed. Puck's lips covered her eyes, her cheek, her jaw but never her lips. It was as if he was afraid. "Noah..." she moaned, but he refused to relent. He moved so he was lying on top of her, covering her body with his and holding himself up so he didn't squash her. He moved back to her throat, biting her neck and soothing it with his lips a moment later, marking her virginal skin and claiming it as his own. Rachel was breathing heavily underneath him, gasping and moaning in pleasure and pain.

He ran his tongue over the red mark and pressed his lips to it a final time. "Don't leave me." he murmured into her skin, his eyes tightly closed. "Don't ever leave me Rachel. Please..."

"Noah I promise I won't." Rachel reached up and gently stroked his hair, rubbing her fingers up and down that nape of his neck. "I would never."

But he knew she would. If she knew the whole truth, about everything she would. But he couldn't think about that. Impossibly, their hands which had met in the car, were still tangled together, neither of them breaking hold of the other. With her free hand which was wrapped around him, she tilted his head so he could look at her.

She saw right through him. Saw the doubt, the confusion and the anger. What she didn't know was it was directed at himself, not her. "I'm not leaving Noah." she whispered. "If anyone should be worrying about leaving, it should be me worrying about you."

He reached up instantly and covered her lips with his, pushing her back on the bed, their one entangled hand above their heads. After a good ten minutes, they broke apart, both heavily panting. "I'm not leaving you." he said. "I... I don't think I can. You though... you're going places Rach. You're gonna leave me, so don't make promises you can't keep." He tried smiling, but it came out pained.

Rachel thought about this and nodded slowly. "How can I prove to you, I won't leave you?"

Puck saw the sincerity in her eyes, and he actually knew that at that moment, it was all he needed. He reached up and kissed her again, gently and lovingly as if she was a breakable. He'd never kissed anyone like that before. Never in his entire life.

Once they'd broken apart, Rachel didn't take her eyes off of him and she didn't understand how she could be so entranced by just his face and his gentle smile that didn't remove itself off his face the entire night as he stared right back. "Sleep." he said to her eventually.

"I'm not tired." she whispered, even though they were the only two in the house.

And for the rest of the night, neither of them really were. They were just drifting in and out of an oddly peaceful yet restless sleep where they simply stared at each other. The two just laid like that, staring at each other until the sun rose, their hands never breaking apart, even when Puck pulled her so she could lie on his chest.

Was that worth the wait?

I planned that ages ago... It was supposed to happen in chapter 18 but I held firm!

Reviews:

Rhiwe: it's cool about the dance... I think I've said, I have a dance I do when I get review... my parents considered taking me to a therapist because they think I get gleefully happy about nothing... I eventually told them what was really going down... :) I try that with a few stories... waiting until a few chapters are up... I can never do it... thanks for the lovely review!

Ladybug Jess: I swear, my muse is whispering into your ear... but like... not BFF's... just F's... lol... Maybe she/he's whispering too loudly... Or you're just getting excited. (shrugs)

Karma22: Not yet... Josef/Puck interaction will happen it's just... there was this girl who basically tortured my life in primary school... And a year back she tried apologising but like... I couldn't... she did some pretty awful stuff to me... now I know she's changed but every time I see her (I see her a lot because we all grew up in the same neighbourhood... I see her most when I'm driving... especially when I'm driving... maybe I'm looking for her whilst I'm driving) I have this urge to run her down... Puck has an urge to run Josef down too but he's got to get a little past that before he can... JUST WAIT! LoL... My new year was interesting... needless to say I am not talking to half of my family ever again but... interesting all the same... I'm apparently screwing up my life because I hate maths with a passion and dress like a 5cent hooker with my silk dress from Meyers and my $220 hair cut... I got lectured for it the entire night... I was wearing a floor length dress and I know how revealing they can be but yeah... Next family function I'm pulling out my nun's habit with the full headscarf... lol... Should've spent it with my parents instead of my crazy aunts and uncles but watching their faces whilst my brother told them off was priceless... I'm not terribly sadistic...:) How was yours?

Sweetantidote: Me too! I'm trying to figure out if I should write her in... and how I should write her in... it would make me nervous to write Sue because she's so snappy and funny... I would only want to do her justice...

Alimard: It's perfectly acceptable to be... I'm kind of pissed at myself for not just ending Josef's life... I considered it but it would be more for my personal satisfaction than the good of the story... I'm a bit like that too when I get riled up. And no, I didn't take it in a negative way... if you read my stories carefully, you get telling when I'm getting riled up because I run out of things to write and then just say something about frustration... Or I put an 'argh!'. And it all made perfect sense ;)

Fantasy's forever: I wrote a fanfiction story for my English School Certificate paper and got full marks... well actually, let me correct myself... I wrote a section of one of my fanfiction stories which was about an original character stalking one of the actual characters... So, yeah I recommend it :D I died of laughter reading your review... the last part... that would be an awesome story.

CamellaBones2747: Yeah, I don't need to rebel... LoL... I'm going to get my nose pierced, I'm just working over the needle factor and the fact that I keep seeing this needle and cork thing in my head... for all of you who are thinking I've finally lost the plot, look it up on youtube my friends... Nose piercing... My mum keeps saying that she thanks god for my needle factor because she know that at least I'm never going to do drugs... Message when you get up to this chapter... just out of curiosity more than anything...