Disclaimer: None of Glee belongs to me; I've just got a lot of imagination and free time (and ADD).
AN: None of this is Betaed; I'm the only one who's edited it so sorry for any mistakes.
Puck's Little Sister Disasters
A series of unrelated one-shots about people from Glee meeting Puck's little sister and having to re-think what they know about the jock. Puck's sister will be consistently named Sarah but other than that timelines, ages, and back-stories change for each story.
Story 3: At the Park
"Kurt, I don't know about this. It's sort of early for a picnic isn't it?" Tina asked over the phone conference the majority of the Glee girls were having. Actually, including Kurt as one of the girls, Rachel and Santana were the only two not on the call. Rachel because they wanted to be able to actually have a conversation and Santana because she'd declined the invitation.
"I think tomorrow morning is the ideal time for a Glee Girls picnic, if you wait until later in the day more teenagers are likely to be there and I know Quinn and Santana wouldn't want to be seen hanging out with most of us outside of Glee required activities. They both have their images to think of and while I understand that I think this could be a really fun activity," Kurt explained.
"We could all bring something and do a brunch," offered Mercedes.
"There won't be as many bugs out that early," Quinn admitted.
"I like hearing all of you at once," commented Brittany. "It's more fun." Without Santana there to interpret they were stuck guessing whether Brittany had been talking about the phone conference or getting together outside of Glee.
"I know we'll invite Santana, even if she might not come, but are we also extending an invitation to Rachel?"
"We should, if it's a Glee girls picnic," Tina put in.
"I can put up with her, if we invite her," sighed Quinn.
"Rachel's not bad, I don't listen most of the time when she's talking," Brittany's voice drifted in like she was a few feet away from the phone.
"I guess it's up to you Kurt, it's your picnic after all," Mercedes told him. His sigh echoed in all their ears.
"I think I'll end up inviting her, and I'll call Santana as well. Everyone meet at my house a little before nine and we can walk to the park my mom used to take me; it's really nice and even has a few tables and benches. Brittany I'll come by to pick you up tomorrow morning okay?" Kurt decided, trying to cut down on the confusion and potential time lost looking for the spacey girl.
"Okay! Bye everyone, Mr. Tubbington wants to be let in." There was a chorus of goodbyes and everyone hung-up and planned what to bring to the brunch picnic Saturday morning.
Puck was only Noah when he was with his family. Aside from his Ma and Sarah Rachel and Kurt were the only ones who didn't call him by his nickname, some of the time. When he was Noah he wasn't some punk Lima Loser, he was a caring son and older brother. Which meant he could take his eight-year-old sister, Sarah, to the park on a Saturday morning. It was a park that mostly younger children went to and at a time in the early to mid morning that he knew most teenagers wouldn't be caught dead awake for on a weekend so he felt safe in playing with his sister.
That was how Noah Puckerman ended up rolling around on the grass with five or so kids besides his sister tackling him and trying to keep him pinned down. He was big enough and careful enough that he could manage to 'struggle' upright often enough to keep it interesting without hurting anyone. Every once in a while he'd catch one of the kids and tickle them until their peers could 'save' them from him. Since he took Sarah to this park at the same time each week the parents and kids knew them so everyone was okay with him playing with their kids. It was fun, everyone was laughing and having a good time. Then something that had never happened before shattered the happy world of laughter and recaptured childhood.
"Is that Puck? PUCK? Is that you?"
At eight fifty Kurt, Mercedes, Tina, Rachel, Quinn, Brittany, and Santana were all on their way from Kurt's house to the park a few blocks away with their picnic supplies. Santana and Brittany had brought plastic plates, cups, and utensils, Santana really brought them herself and said Brittany had helped even though they were still barely talking. Rachel baked some kind of vegan muffins that nobody wanted to try, Quinn brought those healthy baked chips and juice, Mercedes made sandwiches, Tina prepared a salad at Kurt's with the ingredients she bought, and Kurt contributed the blankets, some baskets and a bowl of healthy egg salad. Everyone was glad they'd listened to Kurt and agreed to a morning picnic as they heard the laughter of children coming from the park.
"It is kinda nice being up this early," Santana admitted as she watched Brittany skip ahead.
"What gave you the idea for a morning picnic? I've always felt that-" Rachel had held her tongue for as long as she was able to and couldn't help but start filling the peaceful quiet with her voice.
"It's healthier to stick to a schedule even on weekends, I always get up at six." Kurt explained before she could continue. "I like listening to all the weekend sounds, birds, lawnmowers, children, all those things you miss during the rest of the day while you rush around." They fell silent again while they walked the last few blocks to the park.
When they turned the corner the small park came into view. A small grassy field ran along three sides of the playground area that had slides, swings, some seesaw type balancing structures, and monkey bars leading to a jungle gym. It looked like a nice safe place with a short fence along the sidewalk to keep small children from running into the street. There were four families at the park; one mother watched a small toddler playing in the sandbox while the other parents sat around one of the picnic tables talking. Six children were rolling in a laughing pile on who they assumed was one of the dads until they got close enough to place their items on an empty table in time to see the 'dad' surge to his feet tickling the smallest boy while trying to escape the little girl hanging on his shoulders. It was Puck playing with those people's children.
"Is that Puck? PUCK? Is that you?" Mercedes burst out loud enough for everyone in the park to stop what they were doing and turn to look at her. For a moment the most amusing tableau presented itself; Puck, his face frozen between a carefree laugh and a look of horror, held one boy sideways under his left arm with another hanging onto each leg, a little girl clung to his back with two more pulling on his right arm. An instant later he was pulled under again and all six children were sitting on the football player.
"Okay! You win this round. I've gotta go talk to those people, they're from my school," could be heard from under the pile of children. After a chorus of complaints the boys darted off to race up the jungle gym. As Puck stood all three of the little girls followed him over towards the Glee Girls, plus Kurt, one of them walking so closely beside him he almost tripped over her twice.
"Katie, why don't you and Sarah and Allie go swing while I talk to my friends," Puck offered gently to the girl who had attached herself to his leg.
"No, Noah, you might like them better than me," she pouted. "I have to stay close so you'll marry only me when I grow-up."
"Katie, when you grow-up you'll find a boy much better than me to marry." Puck gently nudged her towards the playground.
"That's not true, you're nice and mommy says you're hot. She said it's hard to find boys who are both."
"Well, I'm not nice to grown-ups. You need to marry someone who's nice to everyone. Being nice is better than being hot," Puck reasoned with her.
"Fine, but you've got to come push us after you talk." She released his leg and the last girl, Sarah, jumped on his back and refused to get down while the girls Puck called Katie and Allie trailed reluctantly over to the swings.
"Sar you can stop choking me now." Puck complained as he stopped at the table the Glee members had claimed. Rolling her eyes she slid down his back and stood in front of him glaring at the teenagers.
"What do you want?" She demanded. "He's not Puck right now, he's mine on weekends. You're interrupting our morning."
"Sarah?"
"Hi. Quinn, did you follow us?" Sarah asked suspiciously.
"What! No, why? What are you doing here?" Quinn clearly knew the little girl as well causing most of the group to form suspicions.
"I'm spending the morning at the park with my brother, like we do every Saturday. What are you doing here? You lived with us for ages last year, don't you remember?" Although she was at least a foot, closer to two, shorter than all of them Sarah refused to stop glaring them like one of those miniature dogs viciously protecting their owner from opponents more than twice their size.
"Sar, she didn't see us leaving most of the time. I think she thought I was sleeping in or out playing football or something," Puck explained as he shifted awkwardly behind her.
"So this is Noah's elusive sister. Hi, I'm Rachel Berry, co-captain of-"
"You're the other Jew in Glee. Noah's right, your voice does make me want to set myself on fire just to make it stop." Sarah's calm observation caused Rachel to snap her mouth shut and everyone else to snicker.
"So, Puck takes his little sister to the park every Saturday," Santana grinned at him mischievously.
"Noah's taken me here on Saturdays since forever, because he's my older brother, and he's a good one." Sarah sneered at Santana. "You don't know him."
"You don't want your face freezing ugly," Puck commented. "And it's only been since you were four."
"That's half my life," she replied as she smoothed her face into a more polite expression. "And they're ruining our morning." She stomped her foot. "If you people tell anyone at his school about this I'll, I'll hunt you down and set your house on fire!"
"Sarah, that's illegal, and threatening people isn't nice. When did you get so rude?" Puck frowned down at his sister. "You need to apologize."
"Sorry," she reluctantly muttered.
"Okay, how long should your sit out be?"
"Ma would give me at least ten minutes," Sarah admitted.
"Right, I'll time you," Puck called as Sarah slouched over to sit at one of the empty picnic tables.
"Not to be insulting or anything but are you seriously punishing your sister for doing something you do all the time?" Kurt voiced one of the questions in most of their minds. The rest of the questions being something like who are you and where's the real Puck?
"Yeah. She knows better. That's how she knows it's wrong, if I'd do it then she shouldn't." Still frowning after his sister he didn't really notice their surprise. "We just had this talk last month when she hit some kid for insulting her."
"Wait, what talk?" Mercedes asked.
"You know, the old 'violence is not the answer' and 'if Noah does it then you know it's wrong' talk. She's really a good kid most of the time." They exchanged looks, except Brittany who'd joined Katie and Allie on the swings; this explained so much and yet so little about Puck's home life.
"Don't you like, resent that or something? I know I would," commented Santana.
"Hell no, I don't want her ending up like me. She's too smart for that," There was an awkward silence between the teens. What was there to say about catching a punk bully playing with little kids in the park on the weekends? Finally Puck broke the quiet.
"So, it'd be really nice if you didn't mention this, ever, but I can't really threaten any of you since you're mostly girls and you're all in Glee. I'll owe all of you or something, just tell me later 'cause Katie's only six and she can't really swing that high on her own yet and her mom's watching her little brother." He rushed off to push the girls on the swings and ended up pushing Brittany as well without a complaint. They watched, original picnic plans forgotten, as Puck pushed the little girls high and then ran around to catch them as they jumped off, whenever they wanted him to.
"You know, he would have been a better father than I thought," Quinn said quietly.
AN: So I joined the Peace Corps like back in 2010 and have had very spotty Internet since then, I never seem to have a flash drive with my stories (mostly GWA which is actually done) on it when I visit a town or city with Internet, so I'm just posting as I can. Also because of this I've only seen the first half of the second year of Glee, anything that happens after that may or may not be included in any of my fics because I may have started writing it before an episode came out or before I heard of it.