AN: I drank V yesterday.
I don't remember why.
I don't remember who gave it to me.
I don't remember what I did.
Because guarana taurine make me go loopy.
Apparently I start pacing and jumping around and I can't read for the life of me (once when I drank it to pull an all nighter, I went to school the next day, still riding the effects of the energy drink, and my teacher asked me to read off a sheet and I couldn't understand it).
Then I come down. My best friend said it involves a lot of tears and me falling asleep and waking up the next morning with what I would assume to be a hangover experience.
Reviews:
General one: I'm so glad you guys all liked my disclaimer... I didn't know if anyone would get it... LoL. And sorry, no real Puck/Rachel interaction in this one... just a bit.
JustAmazing: I know just how persuasive you can be so I'm kind of worried for the dudes life now... And Puck's mum would leave him if she found out... too bad she ain't gonna. Sorry!
Sweet CrAzY Citrus: Here is your update! I'm glad you reviewed in the middle of the story cause it mean something stuck out to you. :)
Aussietasha: Wait for it...
Sleepyhog: Oh no, don't cry! It's cool, I understand. Thank you very much.
Literati Lover: Oh yeah... like mental institution 24 hour care therapy.
xDamnGirlx: Yeah see, I had no idea that was going to happen either... See I knew Ethan existed but I didn't know he died... I just kept writing and that's what came out... I was a little shocked myself. Originally, Ethan and his mum were going to show up and then Deborah was gonna kick Josef out but then I was like, no too easy and started writing that...
Kiwiflea: No, no, guy I like is 17. 7/11 dude is 35. All the guys that try to pick me up are 25+... and whilst I don't mind, it's just they started picking me up when I was 15 and I've never been picked up by a guy around my age so yeah... I'd ask him out but he's my best friend plus he has a new girl at the moment... I don't like her... even if she wasn't dating him, I probably wouldn't like her cause she laughs like a chipmunk.
Ladybug Jess: You can wait :)
Ch3lsBishop: Agreed.
Ncar08: Don't shoot me, cause I don't even know what happened here...
X5-452: Don't be afraid.
Renonelle: Don't worry... think about me being a driver and you are all the passengers... No one knows the destination for now (well, I do but I ain't telling) so just enjoy the scenery ;)
Emo nemo96: Updated.
Lulu: Talk to JustAmazing. ;)
Taytay: Sorry, I was really tired and her name is Taylah and... yeah well, anyways... Thanks for the review!
Chrpangel: I know, I know, you're gonna kill me...
Belove: Isla is safe, don't worry... :D
Iamladyliberty: Everything will be fine, don't worry
Kkcnelson2002: I really think they should sing it... It's one of my fave musical songs ever! Oh and that sounds cold... real cold... I've experienced 4* before, but it was about 4 in the morning and it warmed up to a fine and dandy 12*... down here it's like sticky heat even though it's been overcast... which sucks...
SpencerCollins: Read away, my friend.
Karma22: Hahaha... You poor thing... You're going to carry that scaring memory with you forever whilst I simply laugh... That song is awesome... 'Where does the Pollen go?'
1sweetmoment: Poor Finn...
Kimba: Sorry about the Jewish stereotype... I just needed a way for Josef to be able to have money but be a freeloader at the same time...
Lunar Kitty Kat, Mag721: Thank you!!
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This is the second time I just started typing with no idea what was going to come out... First time was last chapter... This is why I am in as much shock about 'Ethan' as anyone else...
"Fuck."
Finn and Puck sat on the edge of the park, on the grass and watched as Quinn played with Isla. When Finn had said he kind of needed to talk to Puck, she just grabbed Isla's hand and insisted they go swinging. Now, with a beer in each of their hands, Puck told Finn what had just happened with his dad.
"That's..." Finn looked at the photo Puck had produced. "That's fucked."
Puck nodded and put his empty bottle down and leaned back on his hands. "Oh yeah."
"Kid looks like you." Finn mentioned.
Puck shook his head. "Isla."
"Nah..." Finn pointed at the kids arms. "Got guns. That's most def you."
Puck rolled his eyes and took the photo back. "That ain't making me feel better."
"Well... what are you going to do?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Puck watched Isla running away from Quinn who was jogging oddly after her. Puck figured it had something to do with his spawn inside of her and briefly looked at Finn while thinking about this. "You know man, you're like... my best friend." Puck felt the guiltiest feeling in his stomach.
Finn frowned at the pained expression on Puck's face and nodded. "Yeah, I know dude. You're my best friend too."
Puck winced and looked back out at Isla and Quinn. How come when my life fucks up, it really fucks up? "You... you really love that kid don't you." he indicated to Quinn and Finn just nodded.
"Like crazy." Finn crossed his legs and leaned forward, holding his half empty bottle in both hands. "I don't know man... is it like possible to be in love with someone you've never even met?"
Puck wordlessly nodded, looking straight at Quinn. Eventually he realised Finn wasn't looking at him. "Yeah dude. I think so." Although Puck's confidence in himself had risen, he still had his doubts about being a dad to the Sea Monkey thing growing in Quinn's stomach. His mum was right. He wasn't that far off from being Josef Puckerman. He looked down at the empty beer bottle next to him and then the grazes on his knuckles. "You're gonna be a good dad Finn." Puck said. "I'd say better than mine but it doesn't take much to be better than him."
Finn grinned, "Thanks man."
Puck looked over at Quinn, a lump in his throat. "Yeah, yeah dude, you're welcome or whatever shit I'm supposed to say now."
"You always have to go spoil a moment don't you?"
"Why do we need to have fucking moments?" Puck pushed himself up off the ground and walked over to Quinn who was still pushing Isla. Finn just sat by, watching from a distance and got his phone out, texting someone.
"Noah?" his little sister said when she saw him, swinging gently. "Are you okay? You looked really sad yesterday and Finn said you got a sick tummy." Puck rolled his eyes. It figures Finn would say something so pussy-like.
"Yes Isla. I had a sick tummy." he muttered darkly and Quinn tried to hold back her laugh. He glared at her and then squatted in front of Isla, holding onto the chains of the swing. "You eaten?"
She shook her head. "I had breakfast, but that was it. Quinn was gonna take me to the movies to see Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs."
Puck groaned and tilted his head back. "Quiiiiinn."
"What?"
"Now I'm gonna have to take her."
Quinn shook her head. "No. I can take her. I don't mind."
Isla looked up at Quinn. "But I want Noah to come."
"See!" he said and then he grabbed his sister around the waist and threw her over his shoulder, causing her to laugh and squeal. He only had his arm wrapped around the bottom of her legs. "And now she's going to make that stupid face I can't refuse."
Isla pushed herself up so she was in an upright position, obviously used to this. "You mean this one?" she looked at him so innocently and her narrowed his eyes.
"Down midget." he used the hand he wasn't holding her with to push her back down. Isla went back down and proceeded to draw on the creases of Puck's t-shirt. He loved that his sister got distracted easily sometimes. It meant that she bothered him less. Well, actually sometimes it meant he bothered her more, like that one time she'd seen something in the laundry that caught her attention and she accidentally locked herself in and he couldn't find her for about two hours, but apart from that, it usually worked out well.
"Hey, Hudson." Puck called out. Finn looked up from his phone, both eyebrows raised. "Wanna get food?"
Finn grinned, "I was about to ask you guys the same thing. Mercedes messaged. Said her, Kurt and Tina are going to Artie's place for a leftovers barbeque. It was Artie's brother's birthday or something and they got heaps of food still."
Puck jostled his shoulder. "You promise you're gonna behave Midge?"
"Behave where?" Isla asked, pushing herself upright again.
"My friend's house. There's food there. Are you gonna behave?"
"Are their movies?"
"No but I think Artie has a sister which means there a chance of glitter. If not, I can ask Berry to bring some."
"Berry?"
"Rachel."
"Good glitter?"
"Ain't all glitter the same?" he asked and when his sister gave him a pointed look he sighed and nodded. "Shiny glitter."
Isla considered this for a moment and then dropped like a rag doll against her brother's shoulder and started playing with the creases again. "Okay."
Quinn raised her eyebrow at Puck. "That's all it takes? Glitter?"
Puck just gave his trademark smirk. "Oh yeah baby, that's all it takes. See Puckman is a maestro at taking care of his own."
He realised that was probably the wrong thing to say, all things considering, when Quinn reached down and gently laid her hand to rest on her protruding baby-bump. Puck looked down at it pointedly and then tried to look anywhere but at her baby-belly.
There awkward moment was saved by Finn who called over to them. "Ready to go?"
"Yeah!" Isla said, jolting to life and then slumping again.
Puck shrugged his shoulder causing Isla to jump. "You heard the woman. Let's go."
Quinn just smiled and walked ahead of him. Puck looked down at the ground hopelessly and trudged behind. He felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket. "Squirt, grab my phone, would you?"
Isla started patting his back down and then grabbed his phone, swinging her arm over his shoulder to hand it to him. "Thanks."
He looked at the message and smirked.
[*RB*]: I just received a text message from Finn informing me that all of Glee are going to be having a barbeque and Artie's tonight and I was wondering if you were going to be there or not and what is appropriate attire to one of these occasions and should I bring anything of my own?
Puck rolled his eyes. The girl texted like she talked.
[Puck20]: Yes. Jeans. Ur sweet assed self.
He didn't receive a reply and he kind of liked to think Rachel was looking a bit flustered at that moment. It was almost four and he realised that his plan of the day hadn't quite gone to plan, but he was getting there and he was kind of stupid to think he'd get through the two biggest confrontations of his life in less than six hours. (Not that he had gone through one of them yet... He just added a new confrontation and ticked it off his list in the matter of an hour)
Puck dropped Isla into the passenger seat of his truck and got into the drivers seat, following Finn to Artie's. Isla started looking through his CD's, picking out the only one she liked and expertly loading it in. Puck rolled his eyes. The only person he would ever let consider touch his CD player is his little sister. "I swear Isla, if you put on..."
The faint piano music started and he groaned. "I hate you."
Isla's face dropped next to him and her eyes filled with tears. "W-What?"
"I'm kidding Isles!" he reached out and rubbed her back. "Please, if I hated you, I wouldn't go a burn such a crap CD for you."
"It's not crap." she said, her little face squashing as she rubbed her nose with the back of her arm.
He couldn't help but smile. "Crap." he murmured.
Isla looked at him, frowning. She crossed her arms over her chest. "You're mean."
"Crap." he whispered, a small smile playing on his lips.
She sniffed away the tears. "Don't talk to me."
"Crap."
"It is not crap."
"It's Miley Cyrus so it is crap."
"I hate you." Isla said, shifting away from him and frowning. "You're the meanest brother ever and I wish Finn was my brother instead because he's nice and he bought me ice cream. I wish you would go away forever and leave me with Finn and Matt and Mike and Rachel cause they're nice and Rachel always gives me an extra cookie."
Puck out right laughed at this then wrapped his arm around Isla. "Oh, Rach is so gonna cop it now."
"Get away." Isla tried to push him away.
"Fine." he said, pushing her back across the cab easily because they'd stopped at a light. "But just so you know, I'm taking this very seriously."
"You should." she grumbled. Puck just grinned foolishly. Messing around with his little sister was something he hadn't done for a while. "Stop smiling."
"You're such a brat." Puck laughed and when they pulled up in front of Artie's house, Isla refused to budge when he tried to get her out. "Oh come on Isles, I was joking around. Miley Cyrus is not crap." He put his hands up in defence. Quinn and Finn were just getting out of his car. "I will even say Taylor Swift is alright if you get out."
"No." she looked stubborn. "You don't believe it."
"Fine." Puck closed the door and walked off. Finn shot him a quizzical look and Puck tossed him his car keys. "Congrats dude. You just got a six year old sister seeing as I just got dumped."
Finn rolled his eyes and walked over to Puck's truck to help Isla out who was way too small to get out herself. Quinn caught up to Puck who was a little peeved at his sister and was trying to get inside as quickly as possible. Quinn fell into step beside him and raised her eyebrow. "I thought the Puckman was a maestro."
"Yeah well, this shit gets bitchy sometimes."
Looking back on this chapter I realised it was just a filler... but it needs to be in here even though it seems pointless... BECAUSE IT'S ALL APART OF THE PLAN!!! I know, I know, even though it all sounds pointless, IT ISN'T!
Eep! Mum's yelling at me... must run, REVIEW!