Never Forgotten Past

Last Time: Burt and Carole announced they were pregnant. Sarah and Finn spent some time together bonding over the news. And that's what you missed last time on Never Forgotten Past.

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Take Care of Me

Sarah's Point of View

I called Puck for the sixth time in ten minutes. He wasn't in school, which didn't really matter, but he wasn't picking up his phone. It was making me worried, he always answers his phone, especially when it's me. What if he got in a car accident? What if his mom hurt him? What if he was in juvie again?

"This is Puck. If you need me, leave a message. If not, don't call again," Puck's message sounded in my ear.

I groaned, "Puck, please pick up. I'm so scared. What's wrong? Are you ok? Safe? Noah, please," I begged before ending the call.

"Still not answering?" Kurt asked me.

We were sitting in the choir room after doing an impromptu performance of Michael Jackson's Wanna Be Startin' Something in the auditorium. Mr. Schue said we were going to do an MJ week since the other girls were in the Trouble Tones for sectionals when we did the Jackson tribute.

I shook my head, "No," I said softly.

Kurt squeezed my shoulder, "He's going to be ok. He's probably just sleeping or with his sister or maybe he's sick."

"That's it," I stood up, "Could you take me to his house please?"

Kurt looked at me and nodded as he stood up, "Fine."

~~~~~GLEE~~~~~

I let myself into the Puckerman home with the spare key Puck gave me when we started dating for if I ever needed a place to stay. I thought he was crazy, but then I did end up staying two nights a few months ago.

"Puck!" I called while dropping my backpack and coat on the nearby couch.

There was a loud noise upstairs, so that's where I headed.

"Puck, is that you?" I asked as I walked up the stairs.

There was a loud grumble/sneeze/choking noise, but this time I could tell it was from Puck's room. I walked towards the door and slowly opened it.

"Puck are you-" I couldn't help but laugh a little at the sight in front of me. The tissues, towels, water bottles, glasses of juice, it all looked too familiar to a few months ago, only now the roles were reversed.

"Sarah?"

I walked over to the other side of the room and bent down. Puck was leaning against his bed. His face was almost paper white, but there were beads of sweat coming from his forehead. It also looked like he hadn't shaved in a few days, or even bathed for that matter.

"Are you ok?" I asked even though I knew the answer to the question.

Puck groaned, "No."

I grabbed what looked like a clean towel and sat down next to him. I wiped his forehead with the towel and Puck closed his eyes.

"I feel like crap," he muttered.

"I know, it sucks. How long have you been like this?" I said softly.

"Saturday night," Puck replied.

I tried to stop the growl that came from my throat, but failed, "Where's your mom?" I said through my teeth.

"I don't know, she took Grace to visit our aunt or something like that on Sunday morning."

I stared at Puck in disbelief. Why didn't he call me? I would have come over to help him. I would have skipped school with him today.

Puck seemed to be able to read my mind, "I didn't want you to get sick or miss school," he sighed.

"That doesn't matter to me. You took care of me a few months ago when I was sick, so now I'm going to take care of you," I told Puck, "Ok, when was the last time you took a shower?"

"Saturday morning," Puck grumbled.

I tried not to gag at the thought of an 18 year old male not taking a shower for two days, "That's what we're going to do then," I stood up and offered my hand.

Puck stared at my hand, "You're going to take a shower with me?" he smirked.

"No, I'll just help you get there because I'm guessing you fell when you were trying to walk somewhere," I smirked back.

Puck rolled his eyes then looked away, "I have to go to the bathroom but my balance was off or something so I fell," he said quietly.

I laughed lightly, "Come on, I got you," I helped him stand up. Puck wavered for a second, but then was able to regain his balance when he grabbed onto my arm.

I held in a groan at the small pain that shot up my arm when he held tighter as we started moving towards the bathroom.

"Almost there," I said softly. Puck's breathing was turning into quick, shallow breaths at the effort to just walk a few feet. I felt so bad that I was sort of doing this to him.

We finally made it to the bathroom and Puck fell on top of the closed toilet, "Oh my God," he muttered, "This sucks."

I turned on the shower head, "Take off your clothes," I said over my shoulder.

"Wanna help?" Puck asked.

I rolled my eyes then turned around to see his shirt already off. I kinda, really did want to help him, but knew it was wrong, "Just take them off then get in the shower," I breathed.

Puck shrugged and slipped off his sweat pants. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before walking towards the door, "Call if you need anything."

I went back to his room and searched his dresser for some sort of clothing that would do. I finally found clean clothes when I heard the water turn off in the bathroom. I was about to open the bathroom door when Puck opened it and walked out with a towel around his waist.

"Wanted to catch a peek?" Puck laughed.

I smirked, "Yeah, right. Here," I passed him the t-shirt and sweatpants, "Put these on."

Puck nodded and walked back into the bathroom to change. I went back into his room to wait and decided to clean up a little. I picked up the towels and empty water bottles, Puck could clean up his own tissue.

"Now what Dr. Hudson?"

I turned around to see Puck leaning on the doorframe, "You sleep," I told him.

Puck groaned, but made his way to his bed, "I don't want to sleep, not when your here."

I smiled then sat next to him on the blue bed, "We could watch tv then because I am not going to kiss you like I know you want."

"Darn," he smirked before falling backwards against the pillows.

"Did the shower help?" I asked as I leaned against his shoulder.

"Yeah," Puck said softly, "My nose doesn't hurt as much," he started playing with my hand and I couldn't help but smile at the good feeling it gave me.

Puck grabbed the remote off his bedside table and flicked on the old tv placed on his dresser, "What do you wanna watch?"

"It doesn't matter," I said at the same time my phone beeped. I grabbed it from my pocket and looked at the screen.

What's going on? - Kurt

He's sick. I'm staying for idk how long - Sarah

Carole says be home by ten - Kurt

K - Sarah

"Who's that?" Puck asked quietly, he sounded half asleep.

I looked at him and was right, he looked like he was having a hard time keeping his eyes open, "Just Kurt. You can sleep you know, I won't do anything to you."

Puck smirked, "Promise?"

"Promise," I giggled.

Puck groaned softly as he sunk back into the pillows even farther. I turned back to the tv to see ESPN on. I reached over and carefully grabbed the remote from his hand to change the channel.

"Sarah," Puck muttered.

"Yeah?" I said softly.

"Wake me up before you leave if I'm not up by then."

"Ok, but I'll be here for a while, so don't worry."

By the time I looked back to the tv, there was a soft snoring noise coming from my boyfriend's chest. I smiled and flipped the tv off, maybe I could take a little nap too.

~~~~~GLEE~~~~~

I woke to Puck's arm flying out from beneath my head. My eyes flew open just in time to see him run from the room.

"Puck!" I called as I stood from the bed.

The bathroom door slammed and was followed closely by the sound of gagging.

"Puck," I said through the door, "Can I come in?"

More gagging, only this time worse, was my answer. I carefully opened the door to see Puck kneeling next to the toilet, retching into it.

I grabbed a washcloth from the counter and doused it in cold water before placing it on the back of his neck, "It's ok," I said softly, "Breathe."

After a minute, Puck pulled back and leaned against the wall with a groan.

"What happened?" I asked quietly.

"I don't know, it just did," Puck moaned.

We sat against the wall for a minute in silence, just listening to the toilet flush down the water.

"Do you want to go back to your room now?" I finally asked.

"Yeah, I hate it in here," Puck said as he stood up.

We walked back into the bedroom. With each step, Puck's breathing was getting worse and worse. That pang of guilt I felt earlier returned, he looked terrible. Once there, we slowly sat on the bed.

"What time is it?" Puck breathed out.

I glanced at the alarm clock, "5:15," I said.

"I'm hungry."

I laughed, "Throwing up does that to a person."

Puck chuckled, "Let's go down to the kitchen."

Puck started to stand up, but I pushed him back down, "You almost died just walking from the bathroom to your bed, I'll get the food."

"Could I have a sandwich?" Puck asked as he moved back to sit against the pillows.

I laughed, "Sure. What do you want?"

"Whatever you can find, just put it on bread," Puck smiled.

"Alrighty," I stood up and walked over to the door.

"Sarah," I turned around and looked back at Puck, "Thank you," Puck smiled.

I melted a little, but smiled back all the same, "No problem."

~~~~~GLEE~~~~~

Puck slipped his arm around my shoulders after putting his plate on his bedside table, "You're the best," he whispered in my ear.

"I know," I said back.

Puck laughed lightly, "Thanks for everything."

"It's fine, you deserve it. You're always taking care of me, now I get to take care of you."

Puck pulled me closer to his side, "Why won't you kiss me?"

I laughed, "Because you're sick and for some reason you didn't shave when I put you in the shower so it would feel weird."

Puck's hand went over his face and he rubbed his chin, "You don't like my beard?"

I laughed harder, "It's not a beard, it's some sort of stubble on a lazy person."

"Fine," Puck pushed off the bed and walked out of the room.

"Where are you going?" I followed him to the bathroom where he closed the door in my face and I heard the door lock.

"I'm making you happy," Puck said through the door.

I sat down against the opposite wall and waited for him to come out. After a few minutes, the door opened and Puck walked out, only this time he was clean shaven.

"Better?" Puck asked as he helped me up.

I smiled and nodded, "Much."

"Good," Puck leaned in to kiss me, but I put my hand up.

"No, no, no, no," I said, "You're still sick."

Puck groaned, "Come on, just a little one."

"No," I said as I led him back to his bedroom, "Because one little kiss will turn into another little kiss then a long kiss then we'll start making out, next thing you know, we won't be wearing any clothes."

Puck laughed, "So is that the effect I have on you?"

"What effect?" I asked as I sat cross-legged on his bed.

"The one where you can't control yourself when you're kissing me," Puck smirked as he sat next to me.

I blushed, "Maybe."

"Face it, I'm hot," Puck knocked my shoulders lightly against his.

"Yeah, you are," I laughed lightly.

"What happened in glee today?" Puck asked.

"We're going to do a Michael Jackson week since the other girls weren't with us for sectionals," I told him.

"Nice," Puck nodded. He pulled me back against the pillows and put me onto his lap.

I moved my arm a little and it brushed the side of his. The skin felt like a thousand degrees. I put my hand on his forehead and it felt the same.

"Are you ok?" I asked as I moved away.

"Just a little cold and my head hurts," Puck sat up and stared at me, "What's wrong?"

"You don't feel right, like you're really hot. Where's the thermometer?"

"Medicine cabinet, but you shouldn't worry about me, because I'm always hot remember," Puck smirked.

I ran over to the bathroom and found the thermometer right away where he said it was. I should have done this when I first came over. I went back into his bedroom, "Open up," I told him.

"I told you, I'm-" I cut him off by putting the thermometer in his mouth.

"Better safe than sorry," I said.

Puck rolled his eyes at me. The thermometer beeped and Puck pulled it out of his mouth, "100.9, that's safe."

"It's supposed to like 98, Puck," I grabbed the thermometer from his hands and walked into the bathroom where I set it in the sink. I went back into his room, "Where're the extra blankets?" I asked while grabbing him a sweatshirt from his dresser and tossing it to him.

Puck kept the sweatshirt in his hands, "I'm fine Sars, I don't need any extra blankets."

"Please Puck," I begged as I walked over to him, "I don't know how to treat a fever, so getting you warm is the next best thing. At least get under the covers, I'll even get in with you."

"Fine," Puck moved over and slid underneath the covers, "Come here," he patted the spot next to him.

"One sec," I went over to the dresser and pulled out another sweatshirt and sweatpants, "I'll change first then get under there with you, I promise."

I went in the bathroom and changed out of my school clothes. When I came back, Puck had the sweatshirt on and was watching tv again.

I lifted up the covers and moved closer to Puck, "Better?" I asked.

"A little warmer," Puck muttered as he wrapped his arms around my waist, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, but you can stop saying that because I love you and would do anything for you, you know that," I said softly.

"I'm just not used to all this," Puck said into my hair. His voice was growing quieter and his grip was loosening around me with each second.

"Are you going to sleep?" I asked with a small laugh.

"No," Puck barely whispered.

"Don't lie to me," I told him.

"I'm not tired," Puck breathed.

"Noah."

I didn't get an answer, instead, I heard the same light snoring as earlier when he had fallen asleep. I smiled then grabbed the remote from Puck's hand. I changed the channel to something other than sports and settled back into the pillows and my boyfriend's side. It's 6:00, so I don't have to call Kurt or Finn for a ride home for at least another four hours.

~~~~~GLEE~~~~~

I had watched three and a half hours worth of tv when I heard the front door open. It was the first noise I had heard since Puck fell asleep besides the sound of his breathing and the tv.

"Gracie, go see what Noah's doing while I get our bags," I heard Ms. Ruth say.

"Ok," Grace said. I could hear her footsteps on the stairs as she made her way to check on her brother.

There was a knock on the door before it slowly opened and Grace walked through.

"Oh, hi Sarah. What are you doing here?" Grace asked.

I turned off the tv, "Noah was pretty sick so I came to help him."

"That's nice," Grace said as she walked closer, "Is he sleeping?"

"Yeah," I took the blankets off of me and slid out from the bed. I walked over to where my clothes were sitting on his desk chair and picked them up before sending a quick text telling Kurt to come pick me up.

"How sick is he?" Grace asked. She went around to the other side of the bed to get a better look at her brother.

"He was throwing up and was really tired," I told her.

"That stinks," Grace whispered.

I walked over to where she was standing above Puck. I bent down and placed a soft kiss on his forehead, "Take care of him tonight, ok Gracie?"

"I promise," Grace nodded as she crawled on the bed next to Puck. She went underneath the covers and pulled the blankets up to her chin, "I'll stay here all night."

I laughed and made my way to the door, "Goodnight Grace."

"Night Sarah," she smiled at me.

I went downstairs to see Ms. Ruth standing in the kitchen drinking something.

"Sarah," she said as she set down her glass, "Why are you here?"

"Noah was sick, so I came to take care of him," I stated while putting on my coat.

"Do you need a ride home?" she asked while stepping closer to me.

"No, my step-brother's coming to get me," I said.

"Is Noah any better?"

"I think he'll be fine tomorrow, he just needed to sleep it off," I told her.

"Thank you," Ms. Ruth said quietly.

"It's fine," some headlights shone through the curtained windows, "That's probably Kurt. I'll see you later Ms. Ruth."

"Goodnight," she whispered.

I walked outside and hopped in Kurt's car.

"How was it?" Kurt asked while pulling out of the driveway.

"I survived," I smiled at him.

"So what does Puck have?"

"He probably just caught a stomach bug or something," I had to fight to keep my eyelids open.

"Puck wear you out?" Kurt laughed.

"Mhmm," I muttered.

"I'll get Finn to carry you inside then," Kurt said.

I closed my eyes and leaned against the window. No wonder Puck fell asleep when I was sick, taking care of people was exhausting, even if they do sleep for half the time.

~~~~~GLEE~~~~~

A/N: That was a lot longer than I expected it to be, but I think it still came out pretty well. Does anyone have any suggestions on what Puck and Sarah should do for Valentine's day? They're going to go to Sugar's party, but I kind of want them to spend a little time by themselves so they would have another date night. Oh, and I decided that Sarah will still call Puck 'Puck' when they're just hanging out and stuff, but when she really needs to get his attention or feels bad for him, she'll call him 'Noah.' I hope that's fine with all of you. Thanks to everyone for all the story alerts and favorites! PLEASE REVIEW with any suggestions, comments, concerns, or questions! I love to read them!

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~~~~~GLEE~~~~~

Sneak Peak: Sarah smiled against my lips and pushed me down on the ground, "I've missed this so much," she whispered before kissing me again, this time even harder than the last.

I can't really think of what Sarah and Puck could do in the Michael episode, so they're going to have another date night, which is ok with me.