AN: Well! Had assignments… Sorry!

Puck picked his sister up from school not soon after he left Finn's house and wasn't too sure of where he was going as he drove around. Eventually he decided to get them dinner and didn't explain anything to Isla yet on where they were going. Once they'd finished eating, he piled her back in the car then started driving again, this time with the intent of finding a safe looking place to park for the night.

"Isla..." Puck said with a frown. "We're going to go camping."

"Camping?" Isla frowned. "Why?"

"Cause its fun." he said. "I mean, have you ever been camping before?"

Isla shook her head and looked up at her brother. "No."

"Well then, it'll be fun." Puck tried to look really happy. "Think about. Sleeping under the stars, just a big woolly blanket."

"We don't have a woolly blanket." she pointed out.

Puck rolled his eyes. "We do have one. In the back."

"Since when?"

Puck frowned, trying to remember. "I really don't know. It's been there forever."

"Okay then." Isla looked out the window then back up at Puck with a smile that was too old and too understanding for her young face. "We're not going back to the Hudsons are we?"

Puck just shook his head. "Not for a while."

"Why?"

Puck didn't answer but kept driving until he pulled up next to the lake. He stopped the car in one of the parking spaces that faced his tree. The tree he always jumped out of. He just pulled up the hand break and looked at his sister. "It'll be fun." he repeated, trying to convince himself more than her.

Isla looked away, leaning against the window. "I want to go home No."

He reached out and was about to take her hand but didn't. Instead he, loudly, slapped his hand palm upwards on the seat. "Isles, do you trust me?" Isla looked away from the window and at his hand and then put her miniature one in his.

"Yeah." she admitted.

He looked at her beautiful little smile and felt his eyes watering, but he just smiled. "Well then trust this." he picked up her hand and brought it up to his lips to kiss it. "You and me, we're gonna be just fine. We'll do this, all of this, our way."

Isla looked down to the ground, her eyes watering. "Do what No? I don't know why we can't just go home. Mummy came and saw me today."

Puck tensed and felt his breath quicken. "What happened?"

"Not much." she looked up at Puck with sad eyes. "She said to me that she's going to call you when she makes sure everything is fine with Daddy and then he's not going to go away again. Then she'll call you and we can go home." She sounded sad but understanding. "But I still don't get it, I mean... Daddy is our daddy. Aren't we supposed to live with him? I thought dad was supposed to be there for us."

Puck breathed in and out slowly and shook his head. He leaned down and wrapped his arms around Isla, unbuckling her seatbelt and bringing her closer to him. "Remember Isles, last year? When you had that father-daughter dance and you were really upset you couldn't go?"

"I did go." she reminded him. "You took me."

"Yeah, right. And what about last summer when I taught you how to ride your bike."

"You said that didn't count because I still have my training wheels."

Puck smirked and rubbed her arm, kissing her forehead. "Yeah, I guess I did. But um, that's something Dad was supposed to teach you. Also stuff like, tying your shoes and punching."

"I don't think anyone was supposed to teach me that No." she looked up at him with a small smile.

"No, no, someone was definitely supposed to teach you how to punch. I mean, what are you going to do when boys start talking to you?" Noah made a face and Isla just laughed. "Seriously, boys." This made Isla laugh harder and Puck just squeezed her hand a bit more as he laughed too. "But, like I was saying, I taught you all that stuff and I've taken care of you over the years. You don't need Dad because..."

"Because your dad." she finished for him. She let go of his and turned around to kneel on the seat. She wrapped her little arm around his neck and pressed her head against his shoulder. Puck rested his hands on her back and held her close. "I get it. And I get you don't like Dad. Will you tell me one day why?"

Puck didn't reply but pressed his face into her hair and hugged her tightly. "I love you Isla."

"I love you too." she said, and pressed a kiss against his cheek, taking his reply for a no. "You're the best brother, ever. And, seeing as I have two dad's now, you're the best daddy too." Puck pushed her head back into his shoulder so he could cry into her hair without her noticing.

He jumped out of the car, pulling Isla out with him. "Come on, we're camping here tonight." Isla snuggled closer to him, hugging him tightly. He grabbed the blanket out of the boot and put Isla in the tray of the truck. "It'll be fun." He said for a third time. Isla didn't look like she'd think it'd be fun, but she went along with it because her brother looked really happy. Well at least he was trying to look like he was and Isla thought that going along with it, would make him really happy.

He climbed into the tray and laid down, pulling Isla down so her head was resting on his arm. He pulled the cover over both of them and smiled. "See? Fun."

Isla nodded and tried to look convinced. "Yeah, fun."

"Okay, okay. You need to go to sleep. You have school tomorrow." He stared at his sister, gently stroking her hair.

"Okay Noah." she buried her head into his arm and closed her eyes. "Goodnight."

"Night." he murmured.

Puck started humming gently, running his fingers through her hair, trying not to cry. Because he couldn't care anymore. He couldn't care because there was nothing left for him but his little sister and his future daughter, and he couldn't take care of either of them at the time. It meant he was letting down the two girls he cared the most about in the entire world. Actually, he couldn't help the three girls he loved the most in the world, but he couldn't think about Rachel just then because he still needed to keep himself and Isla alive.

Once he knew for certain that Isla was asleep, Puck rested his own head on his arm and reached into his pocket and put his phone on silent before texting Quinn.

[Puck20]: HRU?

He waited less than a minute before receiving a reply.

[Q]: Not fine. U?

[Puck20]: Not fine. R isnt talking 2me.

[Q]: Finn wont pik up my calls. We screwed up.

[Puck20]: Yeh. We did.

This time he did wait a while for the next text message. He had fallen asleep, gripping his phone against his chest when he felt it vibrate.

[Q]: Good night Puck.

He didn't even bother replying.

He felt tears fall down his face. Usually when he felt like this, he'd yell at himself or try violently to stop himself, but right now it was just him and his little sister, homeless and alone. He had no more friends, no more family and he knew that blind rage wouldn't help him out of this one. The thought of just going home crossed his mind, but he knew he couldn't be there with his dad and now that he knew that his mum agreed with him, it didn't give him a choice.

It didn't take long. By the time Rachel walked into school the very next morning, everyone knew that Rachel and Puck had secretly been going out, that Puck was the real father of Quinn's baby and that Finn thought that sperm could move through a hot tub.

It could have been fine, if Rachel had let the rest of the Glee club be there for her as they tried to be. But she ignored them. For each time they defended her as some jock jeered and every time they took a slushie for her, she just stepped passed them and continued on her way. She had no interest on even hearing them out as they tried to state their cases, trying to apologise. As her parents were still out of the state, she allowed Mike to sleep on her couch the night before, but apart from offer him blankets, she didn't speak to him. Not even when he drove her in the morning, apologising over and over.

"Come on, Rachel." Kurt whined, walking quickly beside her. "You have to admit, you were happier and nicer when you were with Puck."

To this, Rachel huffed and kept storming towards her next class, trying to not cry at the same time. She eventually made it half way through the day successfully dodging Puck who was the only one to show up apart from her. Quinn, Finn and Brittany were all missing. Brittany most likely because she was with Quinn or she got lost on her way to school.

The only reason why Rachel walked into school that morning was because she wasn't going to let a boy ruin her perfect record. She wouldn't let a boy ruin anything for her. She was of course, Rachel Berry.

But by some miracle, half way through math class, whilst Matt was midway through throwing yet another note at the back of Rachel's head to get her attention, the door to the room opened and Puck walked in holding a set of books.

Everyone looked up perplexed and even he wore a look of astonishment. He looked around the classroom then landed his eyes on the teacher who wore a frown. "Mr… Puckerman?"

"Yeah." Puck responded. "I think I'm in this class… Maybe."

Nodding the teacher looked at his role and said a little confused. "I think you are too."

And Rachel found that a boy had ruined something for her, like being able to sit through a class without needing to cry. "Mr Marx?" Rachel put up her hand as she stood and started towards the door. "I need to go to the bathroom." she said quickly and before she could even get a hall pass, she pushed passed Puck and was half way down the hall, tears straying from her eyes.

How could he lie to me?

How could any of them lie to me?

I thought we were friends…

You don't have friends Rachel.

She ran into the bathrooms, colliding with something solid as she entered and fell back into the hallway. When she looked up she saw Santana standing there with Brittany beside her. "Sorry." Brittany apologised, helping her up. "You shouldn't run crying. It's how people die."

Rachel frowned and stood up, "I thought you were with Quinn."

Brittany shrugged her shoulders. "Quinn wanted to be alone and told me that if I didn't go today I'd get expelled. I don't know how to spell ex so I thought I should get it spelled for me."

It took a minute for Rachel to actually understand what Brittany was trying to talk about but before she could comprehend it, Santana was rolling her eyes and stepping in front of Brittany. "Come on Britt, RuPaul wants to be left alone."

"Why?" Brittany asked, stopping Santana from dragging her away. "Wouldn't she want friends right now?"

"Well she's been ignoring the only friends she has all day." Santana sneered. "Because they're too good for her."

Rachel glared at Santana. "They are not too good for me." she snapped. "They did nothing but make a fool out of me. Encouraged me to get into a horrible relationship."

"What relationship?" Brittany frowned. When Rachel stared at her incredulously, wondering if she could quite honestly be that dumb, a small spark went off in Brittany's head. "You mean with Puck? I thought you two were really cute together and would have awesome Jewish babies." Brittany looked back and forth between Rachel and Quinn. "I mean… That's why I wanted you two to get together."

Rachel's jaw stiffened as Brittany spoke then glared at Santana. "Well some people had their own motives that weren't as innocent."

"You want innocent Berry? Go back to Kindergarten. This is high school. Everyone who walks these halls is looking out for numero uno. Get used to it." Santana grabbed Brittany's hand and started dragging her away then stopped, turning on her heel. "You know, you can't say shit to me, because if you were in my shoes you would have done the exact same thing. Face it Berry, you're just as ruthless as I am."

Santana started to walk off again, but Rachel stopped her. "What about everyone else? Are they just as ruthless as us? Is the whole school like that?"

"Nope." Santana swung around. "Wanna know the truth, Princess? Finn hoped that by forcing you on Puck, you two would forget about each other, Quinn wanted you off her man, Artie and Tina figured they owed Puck because he got them back together, Mike and Matt thought Puck would make you happy and less neurotic and Kurt and Mercedes just wanted some shit to stir but then found out they really, really liked you and then just wanted you to be happy. Nope, our intentions were far from wholesome but look at it this way. Have any of us been this close since we started this whole crackpot Gleekville experiment? I mean really, Freaks, Geeks, Jocks and Cheerleaders all in the same vicinity of each other and this crazy hoax got us all to get along." she outright laughed. "Even Karofsky hangs out at Artie and Kurt's houses for games night. And it's all because we got you and Puckerman to get together. And we didn't even push you that hard."

For the last time, Santana grabbed Brittany's hand and sashayed down the hall without another word. Brittany waved weakly at Rachel just before Santana tugged her around a sharp corner. Rachel let her mouth hang open unattractively for a moment then walked into the bathroom, leaning back against the cubicle doors to stare into the mirror as silent tears streamed down her face.

She found herself in the rehearsal room straight after that and jigged class to sit there and think. When the bell rang for lunch, Mercedes and Kurt came in, laughing and joking between them then going silent as they spotted Rachel, sitting on one of the steps, glaring at her shoes. "Rachel?" they asked together.

Rachel didn't say anything but kept staring at her shoes. The two of them eventually sat awkwardly on two seat in front of her and texted everyone else in Glee club (apart from Quinn, Finn and Puck) to join them. Artie and Tina came inside next followed by Brittany, Santana and Mike and lastly joined by Matt with Rachel's school bag. He set is beside her and waited, looking at her with concern. "Rachel?"

Rachel's head snapped up and she looked at each of them. "I haven't forgiven any of you for lying to me… I won't. I can't. But… But thank you for all you've done today and for all the other things you have done. Like try to help me with aspects of my relationship with… With Puck."

Everyone looked a little happier with that answer and they all grinned when Rachel stood up and pulled them all into a semi-hug. Even the smug looking Santana smirked as Rachel patted her on the back. She hadn't forgiven them by a long shot but she figured she didn't need anymore enemies.

What Rachel really needed were some friends.

After practice, Puck had showered in the lockers and went out to his truck to grab his school bag. He was pretty surprised to see Quinn was standing next to his truck, holding onto her luggage bags and looking worse for wear with tears running down her face. Puck frowned and tilted his head to the side. "What's with the bags?"

"Brittany's parents don't want me to stay there." she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "They think Santana's already a bad influence on her and she doesn't need a pregnant friend."

Puck shoulders sagged as the weight of the world was once against tossed onto his shoulders. "Shit." he muttered.

"I have no where else to go."

"Mercede's?"

"Hate's me."

"Tina?"

"Love's Artie who's best friends with Rachel thus, hates me."

"Santana's?"

"Since finding out she was bisexual, San isn't allowed to have any one over."

Puck groaned and pressed his head into his hands. "I'm living in my car with my six year old sister Quinn."

Quinn closed her eyes tight and then reopened them with determination. "So? I'll live with you."

"Seriously? Why don't you pop out the sea monkey in the passengers seat?" he joked but the way things were going, he wouldn't be surprised.

"Well we're both homeless." she exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air. "We might as well be homeless together. I mean, that way we can carpool and save petrol."

"You don't have a car."

"Another good point."

Puck smacked his head, not sure of what else to do. He knew that he needed help now. He couldn't have his sister and baby mama sleeping in the back of his truck. So he opened his car door and put Quinn's luggage in the back along with his two duffle bags and his sisters three bags and toys. Quinn looked at the back seat, her eyes saddening. "Why won't you go home?" she whispered.

Puck wrapped his arm around her shoulder and led her into the school. "My dad's there."

"But..."

"But he's a jerk." Puck smiled at her, wiping some tears off her face which had tracked silently down with her noticing. "Are you sure Brittany's parents are that strict?"

"Yes." she whimpered. "Their parents found out and..."

"Don't want a pregnant teen on their hands."

"Brittany is trying real hard but she told her parents the whole story and they're a bit disappointed with me. Santana is just kicking and screaming." The school halls were pretty empty being after school and all so Puck walked straight into the girl's bathrooms with Quinn so she could wash her face.

"In true Santana style." he joked. "Kurt?" But Quinn just shook her head.

"Finn's side."

"How do you know?"

"It's Finn." Quinn replied. "Everyone is on his side."

"Mike and Matt aren't." Puck said quietly. "Not completely anyway."

"Then why don't you stay with them?"

"Because their parents still like me." he chuckled. "And I can't ask them. I told them I'm fine."

Quinn wiped her face and then glanced at both of them in the mirror. "We're hopeless."

"Not really." Puck smiled. "I've still managed to keep my jobs, minus the cougars and I'm making just enough money to keep me and Isla alive. I don't mind sharing my breakfast with you."

Quinn sniffed and found herself looking to the tiles, "We can't bring up a baby like this Puck. You and I both know that raising a kid in the back seat of a car isn't the most ideal situation."

And that struck home. Because there was nothing more in the world Puck wanted than to raise his daughter. "Hey." he murmured. "I'll figure something out so you, me, Isla and the sea monkey can make it out of this hellhole called Lima alive."

Quinn shook her head, pushing away from the sink. "I'm putting Drizzle up for adoption Puck. I don't think there is anything you can do to stop me either because you can't take care of her, I can't take care of her and I don't think Isla can take care of her so that's that."

Before Puck could say anything more, Quinn left him standing alone in the girls bathroom. He sighed, running a hand through his mohawk and knew he definitely needed help. Now more than ever.

Early the next morning – after an awkward night of attempting to sleep in the bed of Puck's truck – Will looked up to see Puck knocking on his Spanish classroom door with a nervous face. "Hey Puck, how's it going?"

Puck rubbed a hand through his mohawk and was glad that the school was empty. "Not so good Mr Schue." He sat down on the front desk, pulling a chair around so he could rest his feet on it.

Putting down his pen, Will clasped his hands together and waited. "What's up?"

Puck chuckled. "Pretty much everything. Umm, I've got a big, big problem on my hands."

"Does it have to do with Quinn, Finn and Rachel?" Will guessed.

"Partly." he grinded his teeth together, out of nerves rather than anger. "And my sister, and my dad and now my truck. Because three people can't live in it especially when one person is pregnant."

"What?" Will got up and headed around his desk with a large frown on his face. "You're going to have to explain from the beginning Puck."

So he did. And he explained everything. Absolutely everything. Including Rachel. He had to explain Rachel because she was on his mind twenty-four hours a day and every day of the week. He went back into his past, talking about his dad and what he used to do to him and his mum and exactly why he didn't want his sister living with them. And just how he had become homeless and how he had been sneaking into the school early so Isla could have a shower and stuff and how Quinn had been kicked out and now how neither of them had a place to live and how he really wanted to keep his kid.

By the end of it, school had started and Puck had missed first period and Will was glad he didn't have any classes until third. Once Puck was finished talking, Will just thought for a few moments. "You're living in your car?" he asked again and Puck just nodded.

"It's a truck." he said a little defensively. "We've got nowhere else right now. Ma doesn't know. She still thinks I'm at the Hudson's. If she found out she'd force Isla and me back there and I don't want to be back there. I don't want Isla to be back there."

"I understand Puck but..."

"Look. I'm not asking for much sir. Just advice." Puck crossed his arms over his chest. "And I don't do that often so can you just like... say some words that'll make everything better so I can walk out of school today with at least some hope I'm not kissing away my kid and probably my sister if we get caught?"

"Puck, I can't do that..." Mr Schue said and Puck groaned about to leave, but Mr Schue put his hands out in front of him blocking Puck's way. "I can't give you some magic catch phrase for this Puck." Puck paused, waiting for this to be over. He regretted the very thought that Mr Schue might help. He was on Saint Finn's side of course. "You're in a lot of trouble right now."

"You think?" Puck bit back. "Thanks for making it crystal clear." Puck went to move again but this time, Mr Schue grabbed his shoulders to stop him.

"Listen to me Noah." Puck blinked, not used to any teachers calling him by his first name unless reading the roll. "Listen carefully. I'm saying I can't give you the right words. There are no words for this situation, got it?" Puck nodded dumbly and then Mr Schue continued. "Now, where's your car?"

"Parking lot."

"And it's got all of you, Quinn and Isla's stuff in it, right?"

"Right."

"Okay... go sign out of school and meet me in the parking lot in ten minutes. Understand?"

"Not really."

"Just do it Puck."

Puck nodded dumbly and went to the front office to sign out for the day, making up some bull about needing to pick his sister up from school. What he hadn't counted on was that when he went out to his car, he saw Miss Pillsbury standing there too. She looked at him with sympathetic eyes and Puck felt deeply annoyed. "I didn't know you were gonna tell anyone."

Mr Schue nodded to Miss Pillsbury. "I had to check if something was alright, by law. As your teacher, there are certain things I'm not legally allowed to do when interacting with my students, but offering them a place to stay is alright."

"What?" Puck's jaw dropped.

"Yeah well, I've got a pullout couch and if Quinn and Isla share the bed and you can sleep on the floor for a while..."

Puck couldn't help it. He really wanted to say he never did it and he was lucky there were no cameras around to prove it.

Puck hugged Mr Schue.

AN: I'm in my lecture… This guy is so boring…