Hi! Here's chapter two. I'll be steadily posting stuff this weekend but probably not next week because I have finals. And thanks to those who reviewed. I've never written anything like this before, so it was amazing to see people that I happen to read review my work

I don't own Glee, cause if I did, we really would release Rachel back into the wild

Warning: it is Puck's point of view, so there is some language here

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Chapter 2

For as long as he can remember, Puck has wanted to own his own business. Any kind really, it didn't fucking matter. At first he thought that it would be the pool cleaning business that he started back when he was in high school. Going solo was great for a little while. There weren't that many pools in Ohio, but he had enough money to buy his booze and pay the rent on his apartment. That's all that matters really. Getting up whenever he felt like, banging cougars left and right was always the greatest reward. All of them lined up for a taste of the Puckmeister. Until one day they weren't. I guess some of them realized that when you're married, you actually have to stay faithful and shit.

"So Puck I don't think I'll be needing your services any longer," Mrs. Elis says. "Jeffrey has returned from his business trip and I don't think it will be appropriate to have a pool boy, especially as young as yourself. I hope there are no hard feelings," she smiles as she caresses his cheek.

"So you pick now to tell me that?" he says dumbfoundly, "When I'm laying in your bed just seconds after I rocked you world?" Like for real she could of told me this when I first got here at the ass crack of dawn. Instead she waits until after I clean her pool and give her the Puckerman special! What kind of fucked up shit is that?

Mrs. Elis grabs her purse and gives him his payment. "I gave you a little bit extra for your services. I think you should leave. Jeffrey will be here in a little while and he is a very unforgiving man," she says gently.

She was right about the unforgiving part. Puck guesses he wasn't paying attention (kind of hard to focus in his post orgasmic state) cause he sure as hell didn't hear dear old Jeffery drive up. Or come in the house. Or come up the stairs and into the room where we were still in the damn bed. That day Puck thinks that he has never ran that fast ever in his life. But oh well. He came out of the experience with extra money to buy the new Super Mario game on the Xbox. So it was al-fucking-right to him.

After that fiasco, Puck found himself working at dead end job after dead end job. One day while working at Breadsticks one of the damn stoves broke and everyone was freaking out. Not saying Breadsticks was a dead end job. Whenever he got off from work, he always confiscated the leftover food. What? His Ma always taught him never to leave food. That was just fucking wasteful. Of course, the only one calm was the Puckster. He goes over to that thing and fixes the shit outta it.

"Wow Noah you fixed that really fast," Gertrude smiles.

"Mrs. G how many times have I told you not to call me Noah?" he whines.

"Many, but there is no way that I am calling you by that barbaric nickname that you happen to go by," she sharply replies. "Have you ever thought about being a repair man?" Gertrude asks.

"Repairman? Hmm...Nope can't say I have," Puck replies slowly.

"Well I think you should think about it," she replies as she leaves to handle her tables.

And the rest as you say is history. Mrs. G was a cool broad, kind of reminded him of his Nana. Not that he would call his Nana a broad. That was a fucking no no. Especially if you wanted the nearest thing chucked at your head. And besides, what woman doesn't love a man in a tool belt? No fucking one that's who. So Puck took her advice, packed up all of his shit, got in his beaten up truck that he worked on with Mr. H and went west to LA. He had planned on going there before but his Ma was whining about him leaving so he decided to stay for her and his annoying little sister, Sarah. But he refused to stay any longer.

So now here he is. Running on maybe four hours of sleep, because little old Mrs. Sawyer's dryer broke and she came banging on his door late last night asking for him to fix it. And hey, he couldn't just say no to this lady. She lets him come over and eat sometimes, cause he sure as hell can't cook worth shit. So he fixes it and gets a home cooked meal to take back too. If that isn't a sweet deal, then Puck sure as hell don't know what is. That's what his life has come to really. Puck's been working and busting his ass and has a really sweet career. But during his two years of being out here, he hasn't really had time to sex up any woman. AT ALL! But still, it is hard to appreciate that meal when it's so early in the morning and he's horny as fuck from not getting any in months and he has to drive his merry ass all the way across town to some bakery shop.

"This had better be the place," he says grumpily to himself as he pulls up outside of some place called Cupcake Dreams. He had to hand it to whoever this Mercedes Jones woman was. The place looked very professional. It was a white building with chairs and tables out front so that customers could partake in their treats. The sign, in pink, accentuated the walls perfectly. The cupcakes were on display through the big windows, taunting him and reminding Puck that he has yet to eat breakfast.

He enters the building and is greeted by a leggy blonde with cropped hair. She looked a little frigid if you asked him.

"Hi! Welcome to Cupcake dreams, where we make all of your cupcake dreams a reality! I'm Quinn, how may I help you today?" she says with a smile.

"I'm here to fix a broken oven," He replies huskily, with his most charming smile. Hey, she might seem a little frigid, but she also looks like the type to dominate in bed. And who's Puck to turn down making a pass at a woman like that?

"Oh, you must be Mr. Noah Puckerman right this way please," she abruptly turns around and begins to exit the front of the store. 'Well damn, I guess the Puckerman charm didn't work on her, oh well she looks like she would need an instruction manual to get her off.'

"This is a nice store you have here," Puck compliments as they make their way into what looks like the kitchen.

"Thank you, Mr. Puckerman. Our owner Mercedes Jones has really made this place into what you see today. A beautiful bakery that caters to the needs of many," Quinn says with a small smile. She knew that this man was hitting on her, but she surely was not interested. He looked amazing and has a nice smile, but he also looks like he sleeps around, so no thank you.

"Cool. I spoke to her last night and she seems nice. I also spoke to this other woman...Um...I think her name was Rachel...something, last name had something to do with fruit, and can I be frank?" he says.

"Sure be my guest. And it's Berry, Rachel Berry by the way," Quinn says with a knowing smile.

"Oh Berry ok that makes sense. Can I just say that she sounded batshit crazy over the phone yesterday. She gave me a twenty minute lecture on punctuality! Like who does that?" Puck exclaims.

"Ha ha yeah that's Rachel for you. Don't mind her she's just waiting to be released back into the wild. Until then we're stuck with her," she replies with a smile.

"Ouch," Puck laughs.

"Well this is the oven that needs fixing. If you can fix it as fast as possible, that will be greatly appreciated. This is the main oven and we need it up and running as soon as possible. If you happen to need anything I will be in my office which is down the hall to the right," she says as she quietly exits.

"I'll try and get it fixed as soon as possible," Puck says as he puts his tool box down. He starts pulling out his things so that he can get to work when a sound coming from the other side of the kitchen grabs his attention. It sort of sounds like someone singing, maybe? It sounds beautiful, so he slowly walks over and sticks his head around the corner of the wall. He has to be discreet, because eavesdropping? Yeah that's rude as hell. As he peaked around the corner his breathe catches in his throat.

The sun was hitting her ebony skin just right, giving her this beautiful glow. She was mixing some concoction and singing softly to herself. She looked breathtaking. Puck listened, enraptured by the sad music falling from her lips.

I can still feel the breeze that rustles through the trees

And the misty memories of days gone by

But we could never see tomorrow

It would be that no one no one ever told us about the sorrow

So how can you mend a broken heart? And mine is

How can you stop the rain falling down?

How can you stop the sun from shining? What makes the world go round?

The song softens at the end and she glances up. Their eyes lock and he feels something stirring in his gut.

'Man,' he thinks to himself, 'I really need to get laid.'

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