Chapter Seven: Away In Silence
The next morning, Quinn awoke refreshed. Quinn didn't know how she had gotten so lucky. Puck really knew what he was doing when it came to sex. Quinn didn't know how to go on without sleeping with him every minute of every day. She was very thoroughly satisfied. She wondered what had woken her up. That's when she heard the voices in the kitchen. She grabbed a robe and pulled it on. She didn't know if she wanted to know who was here this early, but she didn't want to go without coffee. She ran a brush through her messy hair, and went into the kitchen. Puck was at the island, talking to Santana. Quinn wondered what was so important. "Good morning." She said, as she gave Puck a quick kiss. Quinn was not into PDAs. They'd have to kiss better later. She looked at the Latina. "What brings you here this early?" She asked her, as she went to get some coffee. She decided that morning was going to be spent exercising before she wrote. It couldn't hurt.
Santana was not sure what to say to Quinn. They were friends, sure, but Santana having dated Puck in high school was always there between them. Santana had been grateful to Quinn for letting Puck give up some of his "man juice" for her and Brittany to have kids. She ran her hand through her long black hair. "I just wanted to shoot the shit with Puckerman. Talk about how Blaine's doing." She told her. This was true. She was worried about Blaine. He had looked so upset. She of course was worried about Hummel but Hummel was built of strong stuff. Blaine was more sensitive. Santana also had a lot riding on whether or not Blaine finished his album. That was a bit different. Santana sipped her coffee. She didn't know what she was going to do if this label didn't take off. She had a lot of money sunk into it because she believed in Puck. She thought his label could be huge. He cared about music. More than anyone she had ever known.
"Yeah, Puck told me about that. It's just awful." Quinn said, as she got out some eggs and bacon. "Have you guys eaten breakfast yet?" She asked, getting out a bowl and a whisk. She was hungry. Puck had worked her over the night before. Quinn needed to replenish her energy. She took a sip of her coffee and began cracking eggs into the bowl. They both told her they hadn't eaten yet, so she added more eggs. She thought omelets would be good. She hummed under her breath as she cooked. "I'm going to go and exercise at the gym this morning." Quinn said. She kept humming, and her mind was racing. That's when something was coming back to her. She remembered college, and Puck and herself laying out on a blanket under the stars. Quinn had been so happy with him. That was the night she had gotten pregnant. She had carried it for three months before she'd miscarried. Quinn's gasp was audible as she tried to beat back the tears. She thought she might have been better off without that particular memory. Her shaking hands dropped the whisk.
"Baby, are you okay?" Puck asked, hurrying to her side. She looked really upset. Puck wondered what it could be. "Quinn, tell me so I can help." He told her, touching her arm. There was a myriad of things it could be. They had been through so much lately. He grabbed a napkin off the table and wiped some of the tears off her face. He waited for Quinn to calm down and tell him what was wrong. He honestly hoped it wasn't something big. Things had finally started to calm down. They had all been through enough in the last few weeks. Puck kept his eyes on Quinn, not wanting her to think he wasn't there for her.
Her breath was shaking as tears dripped off her chin. Quinn knew it had happened nearly ten years ago, but it was like it had happened just yesterday. Quinn leaned into Puck, wanting to feel his strong arms around her. Quinn took a shuddering breath. "Puck… we lost our baby." She said slowly, her hand clutching his shirt. She buried her head in his chest and his arms snaked around her waist. "I… it's like it was yesterday…." She muttered. She tried to calm down. Quinn didn't know what to do. This was almost too much to deal with at the moment. Quinn couldn't imagine going through all of that again. "Oh…. Puck…" She cried, her fist tightening and tugging hard on his shirt. Quinn didn't know how to get through this. It was awful. How could she? She had lost their baby. It was all her fault.
Puck held her tightly. He was sorry it was so awful for her. It was so long ago. It hadn't been his baby. He knew they could try for their own. He and Quinn had just been waiting until they had the label off the ground. Puck stroked her back. "I'm so sorry, babe. It was awful. You weren't the same for months. But we got through it together." Puck said, as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. He wasn't going to tell her it wasn't his. He had to force himself not to get upset and remember how awful it had been, because he wasn't going to be a help to Quinn that way. Puck wished he could take it back for her. At least when she didn't remember she couldn't be hurt by it. Puck stroked her back slowly. He didn't know how to make it better. But he couldn't tell her that it wasn't his. She'd have to remember that on her own.
Quinn was suddenly aware of Santana still being there. She took a deep breath and pulled back from her husband. Quinn took another deep breath and went to finish cooking. Quinn didn't know how she was going to act around Santana now that she had seen her so vulnerable. Quinn didn't usually do vulnerable around people who weren't Puck. It was just how she was. "I'll finish cooking." She said, and went back to her whisking. Quinn didn't want to talk about it anymore, so she hoped that they'd drop it. She shifted. At least it was a long time ago. She could try and get past this again. It wouldn't be too hard if she'd already done it. She gave Puck a half smile. "I'm okay, I promise." She said, and he looked at her dubiously. She gave him another smile. "I promise." She insisted. He nodded slowly and went to sit back down with Santana. Quinn let another breath out and added the eggs to the pan. She could do this.
Later that evening, Blaine turned up at the apartment. He had a bag with him. Puck gave him a look. "Blaine… I… are you okay?" He asked. He wasn't so sure he wanted to hear. Puck was sure he was wanting to stay with them. He didn't know if he could let him stay. Things with Quinn were finally going better. He cared about Blaine, but he wasn't sure they could get through this. Puck rubbed his shaved head. Puck stepped back, so Blaine could come in. Blaine stepped in. His curls were ungelled, and he was just dressed in a pair of sweats. Puck felt bad for him. He had never seen Blaine without copious amounts of gel in his hair. It was weird. Puck got them both out a beer. Quinn was in the bedroom, working on something on her laptop. Puck didn't know what it was, but he was glad she was doing something she cared about. Puck handed him the beer. "Did Kurt kick you out?" He asked. Puck didn't doubt it. It looked like it.
Blaine sat down at the kitchen island. He cracked the can open, and took a sip. "I don't know what to do. He won't talk to me. I am sorry for coming here…" He said, running his hand through his curls. "I know things with Quinn are finally doing better." Blaine said. He didn't want to ruin things for them. He missed that. He wished he hadn't kissed someone else. Blaine didn't want to live the rest of his life without Kurt. He had messed up so much. "I don't know what to do. What did you have to do to forgive Quinn?" He asked. He didn't know what made Quinn so lucky. Blaine knew that Puck and Kurt were different people, but maybe it was useful. Blaine hoped so. He had never been so stupid in his life. And now it might lose him the love of his life. Blaine had never had a love like the one he had had with Kurt. He had never loved anyone else like he loved Kurt. "I can't live without him, Puck."
Puck sat down with him at the island. He sipped his own beer. His situation with Quinn was completely different. She had not had her memories so she didn't remember being married to him. Puck looked at Blaine. "I know you can't. I was able to forgive Quinn because she didn't have her memories. She didn't feel like she was in love with me. I could have been mad and lost her forever, or I could forgive her and get her back. Not to mention, Jesse was a jerk. And it sounds like I'm an asshole, but…. It's good that she didn't have his baby. She'd've been stuck with him for her whole life. That's the silver lining to the cloud." Puck did feel horrible that she had been through that, more than once though. Neither one had been his. In college they'd been kind of off and on. She had had a one night stand that had resulted in a baby. Puck hoped that it had been stress, and it wasn't something more serious. Puck wanted them to have kids. They would make great parents. Puck shrugged. "I hope you can work it out. I really do. Kurt loves you. He's not going to throw you away. You can turn this around. You guys are married. That is something that you try to work out."
Quinn hit save on what she was working on and went into the kitchen. She was surprised to find Blaine. She had called the doctor to make an appointment and see what the deal was with her losing two babies. She would have to deal with it if it was bad. Quinn was hoping it was just stress. She did not want it to be a more serious problem. She went to the fridge. She was going to start dinner. "Are you staying for dinner, Blaine? I'm going to make chicken and potatoes." She didn't mind if Blaine stayed. She knew he'd been through a lot lately with Kurt. Quinn didn't know how he was holding up. She didn't want him to be alone if he didn't want to be. "I know you've been through a lot." She said, getting out the box of instant mashed potatoes. She didn't like them as much but it was quicker. She'd gotten caught up in writing. She put the water on to boil and then got out the chicken she'd defrosted. "I'm going to use parmesan cheese if that's okay."
Puck shared a look with Blaine and then looked at Quinn. "Blaine's going to be staying with us for awhile." Puck hoped that Quinn wouldn't protest. He didn't want to have Blaine go nowhere, or to the street. They had the room. And now that Puck was back in the bedroom, Blaine could sleep on the couch. "That's okay, right?" He said. Puck took another sip of his beer. It wouldn't help to get in a fight with Quinn. Things had been going so great.
"Um, sure, that's okay. We can't kick him out in the street." Quinn replied. She hated that Kurt and Blaine were fighting. Quinn wondered how she would feel if Puck cheated on her. She was sure that she would not feel good about it. She also figured she would deserve it. After all she had put him through. It wasn't right. She didn't know how he had put up with her. Quinn started the chicken.
Blaine started to cry. He said, "Quinn, I'm grateful for the help." Blaine sniffled and Puck handed him a tissue. Blaine sniffled again and finished his beer. Puck got him another. Blaine didn't know what else to try. He couldn't get Kurt to talk to him. He'd tried everything. He just couldn't get it back to what it had been. Blaine felt pathetic that he had had to come here in the first place. "I'm so sorry that I had to come here and bother you." He said. He let out a breath.
Puck briefly touched his arm. "It's cool, B. You'll stay here for a little while, and then Kurt will let you back home before you know it." Puck watched Quinn getting things together. "We have some wine we can have to go with dinner, babe." He said. Puck wanted Quinn to be relaxed, and he knew that a little wine would help towards that goal. He didn't want her to get too relaxed, though, she'd get horny and grabby. That was only a bad thing because he didn't want Blaine to feel uncomfortable. Puck just wouldn't feel right. "It's some kind of red wine." Puck said. He wasn't that big on wine, so he wasn't even sure what kind it was. He recycled their beer cans. Quinn was halfway finished with their dinner already.
The meal was quiet. Quinn was busy thinking about her book. She'd only had a glass of wine, but Blaine was completely plastered. He was crying quietly, no matter what they tried to do he wouldn't quiet down. Quinn supposed that she didn't blame him. He was without his husband. While the boys cleaned up, Quinn went to make up the sofa for Blaine. They had a fold out sofa. She got some sheets out of the linen closet and started to make it up. She hummed to herself. Quinn tried to think of where the extra quilt was. She didn't want Blaine to be cold. Although, spring was on the way so it wasn't as cold as it had been. Quinn looked in the linen closet again. She found it in the back. She added it, and by then the boys were done in the kitchen. "Blaine, I made up the sofa bed… and you can have the shower first." Quinn had a plan to take one in the morning, because she'd had one that day after her exercising. She didn't need another one.
M eanwhile, Kurt was all alone in his huge apartment. He didn't know what he was going to do. He was still Kurt, so he was clean. Other than that, you could tell he was depressed. He wore Blaine's sweats and stayed covered up under his mom's quilt on the couch. He was watching things that did not remind him of Blaine. He had ignored all of Blaine's attempts to contact him. Kurt didn't want to lose him. He just needed some time to wrap his brain around what Blaine had done. Kurt was trying so hard to find the strength to forgive him. He knew that he was the one who was going to have to forgive. He was eating ice cream out of the tub. There was also popcorn. Kurt hadn't answered the phone when Rachel called either. He knew she was trying to get him to talk. Kurt didn't want to talk. He was sure that he could get to the bottom of this on his own. He was sure he could survive just fine without talking about it.
The phone rang again. Kurt glanced at the caller id. It was Blaine. He had texted earlier, and told him he was at Puck and Quinn's. Kurt had not been surprised that he'd gone there. His other guess would have been Nick Duval and Jeff Sterling's place. They were married too and they'd gone to high school with Blaine. They went on double dates with them on occasion. Kurt hadn't heard from them since he had kicked Blaine out. He supposed he didn't blame them. They'd known Blaine longer. Kurt didn't think it was bad. Blaine needed people on his side, too. Kurt sighed and there was a noise from Blaine having left a voicemail. He didn't know if he had the strength to listen to it just yet. Kurt sighed again. He was watching Will & Grace on Lifetime. He ate some more ice cream. That's when there was a knock on the door. Kurt groaned and got up. He didn't want to know who was there. He went to the door and opened it, revealing Rachel. "I told you I didn't want to talk, Rachel." Kurt said, trying to hold back his sigh.
Rachel shook her head and blew past him into the apartment. She didn't really care if he wanted to talk or not. She was going to get it out of him. Rachel wasn't going to let Kurt wallow in his sorrow. Rachel went to the kitchen and started getting out things so she could cook. She was going to get him to eat some solid food. Rachel started a salad while chicken was simmering on the stove. She moved quickly. "Kurt, why are you shutting everyone out? You can't do this on your own. You shouldn't hold in your feelings." Rachel didn't want to see him suffering. Rachel cut tomatoes. "You got to talk about this." Rachel was a mother hen, this is what she knew how to do. She'd left Finn at home with the kids so she could come over. Rachel didn't know what Blaine had been thinking but she hoped they could fix things.
Kurt sighed. He didn't want to talk. Rachel was his best friend besides Blaine. Kurt just couldn't talk about it. He wasn't ready yet. "Rachel, I know you mean well. I just… I can't talk about all of this right now. I…. I'll break down." Kurt sighed as he watched her cook. He supposed he didn't mind her cooking. Kurt got out some rice and handed it to her. "If you are insisting on cooking, please cook this." Kurt sighed and sat down at the table, pulling the quilt around him tighter. He didn't know what to say to get her to not bring up Blaine. There wasn't really much, she usually barged on herself without being asked. Kurt was just going to have to endure it. Kurt ran his hand through his clean but unstyled hair. He had never gone this long without styling it. He didn't feel like it. He hadn't gotten dressed either. Kurt had been toying with official separation papers. Kurt didn't know if he could really do that. He didn't want to admit defeat. He just wasn't sure he could forgive Blaine right now. Kurt laid his head on his hand. "Please, Rachel, I don't want to talk about this."
Rachel kept cooking. She didn't care if Kurt didn't want to talk about it. She didn't want Kurt to end up being depressed even more than he already was. He needed to talk about all of this. She didn't know how Kurt would fix things if he didn't talk. "Kurt, you have to work this out. You have to know how you feel so you can move on. Are you going to forgive Blaine? Or are you going to split up?" Rachel put the water on for the rice to boil. She didn't know how Blaine could have done this to Kurt. They had been together for three years. That wasn't something that you took lightly. Rachel couldn't imagine life without Finn. She wouldn't ever do anything to mess that up. "Kurt, do you want your marriage to be over?" She asked, looking at him as she turned the chicken over.
Kurt sighed. That was the very thing he'd been trying to decide. It wasn't any easier when Rachel asked it of him. He thought about it as he watched her cooking. "I don't… I don't know, Rachel. I love Blaine. Even though he cheated on me, I love him. I just…. I don't know what I want to do. I know that I need to decide. I know that. What would you do if it was Finn?" He demanded to know. He knew if it was Finn Rachel would have done the very same thing Kurt had done. Kurt sighed again and hung his head in his hands. This was an impossible situation. At least Blaine had only kissed the other guy. Not that that was okay, but he could forgive that more easily than he could sex. He was so angry that Blaine had put him in this position. They so weren't ready for kids. Kurt had never wanted them. But he was willing to compromise for him. They needed to find something to agree on. Kurt supposed he didn't mind having one if Blaine would just relax. They hadn't been agreeing on anything lately.
Rachel sighed too. "You know I would feel the same way if it was Finn." Rachel said. She put the lid on the rice. She had to make sure she got him to agree to think about forgiving Blaine. Rachel would at least do the same if it was Finn. Rachel flipped the chicken again. "I just wish that I could say different. But I would probably have done the same. I would try to find it in me to forgive him. We have a marriage and kids." She said. She didn't want to see Kurt and Blaine unhappy. She put the salads on the table and got out plates and silverware. "Don't you want to be able to say that you did everything you could to save your marriage?" She didn't know what else to say to get Kurt to get to forgive Blaine. She still wanted Kurt to feel like he could talk to her if he wanted to. Rachel gave him a look. "Do you want to talk? I mean, how are you? Do you want to talk about it?" She was sure he didn't, but she wanted him to get things off his chest.
Kurt sighed and watched Rachel cook. He didn't want to talk. He just wanted to try and forget everything. "I appreciate you trying to get me to talk, Rachel, but I don't want to talk." Kurt said, shaking his head. Kurt didn't know why everyone kept trying to get him to talk. Kurt didn't even want to eat. He had been fine with his ice cream. He watched Rachel finish up the food and put it on the table. Kurt didn't know what to say to get her to leave. He just wanted to be alone. "Rachel, if you need to get back to Finn and the kids, I'll understand." Kurt hoped that Rachel would take the hint and leave. He didn't want to endure her through eating. Rachel shook her head and sat down. Kurt sighed and took a sip of his wine. He picked up his knife and fork so they could eat. He knew it was the only way to get rid of her. He was going to have to put up with her for awhile. Kurt didn't know how much of this he was going to have to eat before he could get rid of her. He sighed as he took a bite of salad. "I don't want to talk about Blaine. Tell me what's been up with you." Rachel started chattering on and Kurt sighed while he listened.
The next couple of months were hard on everyone. Kurt and Blaine were still separated. Blaine was still at Puck and Quinn's. He was still looking for something that was a month to month lease in case he and Kurt got things ironed out. Puck had been working on getting Blaine's album out to the masses. Its official release date was in another month, and so far everything was going fine. Puck had also been working hard on his own album and it was almost done. He had a few meetings and a photo shoot for the cover in a couple of weeks. Puck still couldn't believe that he had an album coming out. It was so crazy. He was glad that Santana had encouraged him to get his music out there. He didn't know how it was going to be received, but he was still glad that he had done it. If he failed, at least he would know. Puck didn't know what his wife was working on, but she hadn't gotten any more memories back. Puck didn't mind though, because they were doing just great. Puck and Quinn had even started trying to have a baby. The doctor had told them that it wasn't anything more than stress when she'd lost her babies. Puck had been glad to hear. He actually wanted to be a father. Now that most of their 20s were behind them, he wanted to be a dad. Puck didn't want to be like his dad and take off on them. He wanted to learn from his mistakes. Puck and his sister had never had a good male influence in their life when they'd been growing up. Puck didn't know how they had grown up so well adjusted. They had though. Except he hadn't seen or heard from Sarah in a long time. She was ten years younger than him. She should be graduating high school soon. She'd finished out her high school years with their Nana Connie, because their mother had passed away suddenly. She'd gotten hit by a car. It had been quick.
Puck headed into the kitchen. Blaine was cooking. "Morning." Puck said as he went straight to the coffee maker. He kind of liked having Blaine around. Blaine was feeling bad for staying with them so he'd been helping out a lot. Puck liked it but he'd told him he didn't have to feel so guilty. It's not like he could help it and he'd been looking for a place. Puck sniffed what Blaine was cooking. He was cooking Belgian waffles. "Oh my God those smell great."
Before Blaine could answer, there was a knock on the door. Puck went to get it. He opened the door to reveal his sister. "Sarah?" He asked in surprise. She gave him a halfhearted smile. "What are you doing here?" He asked, stepping back to let her in. She had a bag with her. Puck started. "Why do you have a bag with you?" He asked, arching an eyebrow. "You know we don't have the room right now." Puck hoped she didn't think she was staying. He didn't want to have to tell Blaine he had to leave. He didn't know what she was doing here. "Sarah, you just show up without calling?"
Sarah Puckerman looked back at her brother. She had blue streaks in her dark hair, an eyebrow ring, and she had on ripped jeans and a leather jacket. She had gone through a phase when her mother die and it hadn't gone away just yet. She had on heavy combat boots. She put down her canvas bag. "I had to get away from Nana Connie." Sarah said, running her hand through her long dark hair. She cast a look at Blaine. "Hey, wait. You're Blaine Anderson…. I heard you on the radio." She had like his stuff, even though it was a little too top 4o for her. "You didn't tell me you knew Blaine Anderson." She said as she sat down.
Puck looked at her. He wasn't about to tell her how to live, but he wondered when she had gotten the streaks in her hair and the eyebrow ring. He was sure Sarah was mad at the world, but he still wondered what she had been thinking. "I haven't told you a lot of things because you haven't called me in a long time. What are you doing here?" Puck asked. "What's wrong with Nana Connie? Why did you need to get away from her?" Puck loved his Nana Connie. She had been there for them and had always been good for a five or two. Puck didn't know how Sarah could be angry at her. "She's always been there for us."
"She was driving me crazy." Sarah said, shaking her head. "I had to get out of Lima." She said. A long lock of dark hair fell over her eyes. Sarah didn't expect Noah to understand. He hadn't had to live with Nana Connie. "She had all these crazy rules! I had to get out of there." She didn't know how she was going to get him to understand. She apologized for not calling. "I'm sorry I haven't called. You called a lot and I never tried to call you back. I should have." Sarah accepted the coffee cup Blaine handed her. "How's Quinn?" She asked, changing the subject.
Puck ignored her comments about their grandmother to answer her. "Quinn and I were in an accident a few months ago. She has amnesia. She's still getting her memory back. That was another thing we called to tell you." Puck didn't know what else to say. He didn't think he was surprised that Sarah was so selfish. She was 18, it was to be expected. He had been that way when he was her age. Puck sipped his coffee. "She's getting ready for the day, you'll actually getting ready for the day, you'll actually get to see her. Act like you care." Puck said. Sarah hadn't talked to them in such a long time. "And I told you, we don't have the room for you to stay right now. I am not kicking Blaine out because you're fighting with Nana Connie." Puck didn't know what he was going to do with her. Make her go home he supposed. Or call Nana Connie.
Speaking of the devil, she came in from the bedroom in a bathrobe and her long blonde hair wet. She looked shocked to see Sarah. "Sarah, what are you doing here?" Quinn knew they hadn't seen her in a long time. She got a cup of coffee as Blaine finished breakfast. She sat down and filled a plate. "How's Nana Connie?" She asked. Quinn didn't know what else to say. Puck looked at her. He gave her a grin. "What, baby?" She asked. She had just remembered who Sarah was. He didn't know why he was grinning at her.
"You remember Sarah and Nana Connie." Puck said, his grin spreading. He couldn't help but smile wide. He loved when she remembered something, since it didn't happen very often. Puck got some syrup for his waffles. He ignored the look Sarah was giving him as she filled her plate. She looked angry at him. Puck grinned at Blaine too. "Great job, B." He said. Puck had to go to a meeting. He had to confirm the release date for Blaine's album. Puck still wondered what Sarah was doing here. He hoped she didn't want money or something. He didn't want to support her if he didn't have to. He would if he had to, though, she was his sister.
Blaine inclined his head in response. He missed Kurt desperately. Kurt hadn't willingly talked to him in 2 months. He was aching to see him. Blaine was quiet as he ate. What else was going to happen? Blaine wished he had found a place. Now Sarah couldn't stay because of him. "Maybe I should go stay with Brittany and Santana. You could have room for Sarah that way." He didn't know what he would do to get things under control, but he had to figure it out.
Puck looked at Blaine. He liked that Blaine was trying to be helpful, but he didn't want Sarah to stay. "Blaine, that's not necessary. Sarah is going to tell me what's going on and then go home. You don't have to go anywhere." Puck gave Sarah a look out of the corner of his eye. He dared her to say anything. She gave him a look. Puck just looked back at her with a defiant look. "Get talking. You can tell me why you left Nana Connie's. The real reason." He said. He wasn't going to give up. She would tell him. Puck hadn't seen her in years. She had a lot of explaining to do.
Staring at her brother, Sarah thought about the best response. She didn't know how to put it. How was she supposed to tell him their Nana kicked her out for being gay? Sarah knew Puck wouldn't care about Sarah's choice, but it would kill him to know about Nana Connie's prejudice. She didn't know how to tell him. Sarah let out a deep breath and stared at him. "Don't make me tell you, Noah. You don't want to know." She said finally.
"No! Don't do that." Sarah immediately cried. Sarah sipped her coffee. "I…. I'm gay, Noah. And Nana Connie kicked me out. I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want you to be disappointed with her." Sarah sighed. "I know how close you are to her." She hated that he was going to be upset now. She had tried. It was his own fault for making her tell him. She sighed and looked at him, awaiting a response. She was nervous.
"What the hell?" Puck asked, his tone louder than he first intended. That was impossible. 'Sarah…. you know I don't mean that towards you. If you want to be gay… I can't stop you." He said, as he finished his breakfast. He didn't want to believe that. He wanted to believe that Nana Connie would accept Sarah for who she was. Puck had never thought of Nana as a bigoted woman. Puck got up. "Come with me to the bedroom, Sarah." He requested. He headed off as she followed. She'd only been in the apartment once before. She'd stayed with them for one summer when she'd been 14. Puck turned to her when they were alone in the room. "Are you going to tell me exactly what was said?" There were tears brushing his eyes. He didn't believe this. They had grown up without a lot of family, and their nana was the one person they had always had in their corner. Until now. Puck looked at Sarah. "Why? Why did she do this?"
Sarah shrugged. "I…. I don't know, Noah. I told her, because I wanted to be honest and stop lying to myself and everyone else. I didn't want to not be able to be myself. I just… she surprised me. I didn't expect her to kick me out like that. Please, Noah….. you can't kick me out either. I don't have anyone else to turn to." Sarah said. "I know finding this out about Nana is rough… but please. You can't kick me out." She said. Her tone was pleading. Sarah literally and nowhere else to go. She had barely made it here. She didn't know what she would do if Noah kicked her out. "I'll have to go to a shelter if you don't let me stay here." She said. Sarah knew her appearance had thrown her brother. She had a tattoo on her ankle, too. Sarah hadn't meant to shock her brother. She couldn't help it though. Sarah had changed everything about herself.
Puck ran a hand over his shaved head. He didn't know what to do. They didn't have the room for Blaine and Sarah. Puck didn't want to kick Blaine out. He knew Blaine didn't need anything else to happen to him right now. "Sarah, I…. I can't believe this." He said. Puck didn't know what to do. He hated being in this position. "I have enough on my plate right now." Puck said, setting his whiskey colored eyes on Sarah. "Quinn and I are finally getting back on track. More of her memories are coming back, and we're trying to have a baby." Puck didn't like this at all. It was awful. He was going to get an ulcer if all this kept up. He hated this. It was not what he thought his life would end up like. He paced. This was stressful.
"Please, Noah. You have to let me stay here. I'm family." Sarah said. She didn't know how else to convince him. Sarah thought that he should just for that reason. Sarah didn't get why Puck was being so difficult. He had always been very stubborn, though. It wasn't anything new.
"Sarah, you can't just ask me to kick my friend out! He's been here for the past year and a half and I haven't heard from you in a long while." Puck didn't know why Nana Connie had disappointed them, but he didn't know if he had the heart to kick Blaine out. Puck wasn't that heartless.
Speaking of Blaine, he came into the bedroom. "I just texted Santana. She said I can stay with her and Brittany." Blaine didn't want to cause a fight. He didn't want to be the cause of any family strife or drama. He wanted them to work things out. "Please, Puck, I don't want to be the reason that Sarah doesn't get to stay here. I can't… My family…. we're not close. I can't just call up my parents and talk. I can't just call my brother and ask him how his day was. It's not what Andersons do." Blaine said. His voice was a little shaky. "It's why I miss Kurt so much. I had a family. Kurt's family loved me. They accepted me. I don't have that right now. Kurt isn't talking to me and I can't reach out and talk to them." Tears filled his eyes. "You don't know how easy you have it. You don't know how hard people wish to have what you have." Blaine said, as tears dripped off his chin. He didn't think he was getting through to them just how jealous he was. Blaine shook his head when they both gave him sorrowful pitying looks. "No, don't. I can't change it until Kurt lets me back in. I can't. I wish I could, but I can't." He ran his hand through his messy curls. "I will not be the cause of you not letting Sarah stay here." He left the room, tears still falling off his face.
Puck let out a sigh. When was this ever going to let up? Ever since Quinn's accident, their lives had been one catastrophe after another. She had bounced back, because she was Quinn. But really, he didn't know how they kept getting hit in the face with all of this. Puck sighed. "I guess you can stay here, Sarah." When were the hits going to stop coming? Something had to let up. Something had to give.
Author's note: Okay, I lied. Apparently the muse had more angst planned than I expected. I do not know what else is going to happen. I promise though, that whatever happens, it's going to end happy. Okay, till next time!