Never Forgotten Past
Last Time: Puck and Sarah went to prom, but decided to leave early. At their hotel room, Puck told Sarah they have to tell everyone she's pregnant. Sarah doesn't like the idea, but became a little more convinced when Blaine and Rachel said the same thing to her. Finn is still protective of Sarah despite trusting Puck. And that's what you missed on Never Forgotten Past.
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What Friends Are For
Finn's Point of View
I lifted up the edge of Grace's bed and helped Burt move it from the room. Today was the day we were going to paint her's and the new baby's room.
"Don't break it!" Grace shouted from where she was perched in her window seat.
I rolled my eyes, "Don't worry."
"Don't scratch the wall either," Mom added.
"Girls, calm down," Burt muttered.
"I still don't know whether or not I want to do horizontal or vertical stripes on the bottom," Kurt said to himself as he stared at the wall.
"Side to side," Grace told him.
"It'll look less like a nursery for Grace," Mom nodded.
"I thought Sarah and Puck were going to help," Burt grunted as we set down the bed frame in the hallway.
I shrugged, "Puck said he was doing something at school, I don't know where Sarah is."
At that time, Sarah came running out of her room with her jacket, purse, and keys in hand.
"Where are you going?" Burt asked.
"Puck's in trouble!" Sarah shouted over her shoulder, "I'll be back in a little bit!"
"What?" I asked at the same time Mom, Kurt, and Grace came into the hallway.
"Get the first aid kit ready then leave!" Sarah yelled before closing the door.
I ran after her, "Sarah! What is going on?"
Sarah stopped from getting in her car, she blinked back tears, "Finn, he's in trouble."
"With what?" I stared at her.
"He needs me," Sarah cried while struggling to pull her phone from her pocket. Once she did, she went through it before shoving the phone in my hands.
I read the text on the screen:
Sarah, this is Coach Beiste. I need you to get to the locker room now. Puckerman got in a fight he needs you and a first aid kit wouldnt be bad ~ Puck
"I'm coming with you," I stated.
"No, that'll freak him out," Sarah said as she grabbed her phone back, "Just take care of things here."
I watched as she got in her car and drove away. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair before heading back inside.
"What is going on?" Mom asked as soon as I walked through the door.
"Puck got in a fight and there seems to be something else too, but we don't know," I muttered, "You guys should go though."
"Why?" Kurt asked.
"Is Noah going to be ok?" Grace added in.
"Sarah and I will fix him, don't worry," I told Grace. I turned to Kurt, "Trust me, just go."
Mom caught my eye and nodded, "We'll be back by eight. If you need us back earlier or later, just call."
I nodded and let them pass me. Once they were gone, I ran to the bathroom and started pulling out the first aid stuff. After everything was out, I sat in the living room to wait for Sarah and Puck.
About ten minutes later, I heard the car pull up and ran outside. Sarah was getting out of the driver's seat with tear tracks down her face.
"Sars, how bad is it?" I said as I went over to her.
Sarah just shook her head and went around to the passenger side. She opened the door and gently tugged Puck out. I felt my mouth go slack as the sound of sobs reached my ears and I saw my best friend crying.
I hurried over to Sarah and grabbed Puck's other arm, "Hey, man, what happened?"
"Failure...Nothing...Family gone," Puck sobbed.
I glanced at Sarah and could see the fear and sadness shining in her tears. I felt the same way and had no idea what to do. Puck didn't sound like he was going to stop anytime soon.
Sarah and I brought him into the house where we put him in one of the kitchen chairs.
Sarah quickly grabbed some spray stuff, "Coach Beiste said you got thrown in the dumpster. I'm going to clean off your cuts so they don't get infected, is that ok?"
Puck shrugged, but whimpered from the pain.
"Shh, it's alright," Sarah gently held his arm and sprayed the long cut above his elbow.
"Sarah!" Puck yelled and tugged his arm away, "Don't!"
"I have to so nothing bad happens," Sarah said softly. She looked at me, 'Help,' she mouthed.
I sat opposite Puck, "What happened?"
He shook his head as more tears fell, "I have nothing in my life. Garbage," he spit.
"You're not garbage," I assured.
"Finn, can you pass me the band aids?" Sarah asked.
I nodded and passed them to her, "Why didn't you call me for back up?" I asked Puck.
"Didn't need it," Puck muttered and wiped his face with the back of his hand.
"You got thrown in a dumpster," I stated.
Puck looked away and I saw his tears fall again.
Sarah glared at me before wiping the cut under Puck's eye, "What else hurts?"
"My side," Puck told her.
Sarah nodded, "Finn can you grab some tissue?"
"Sure," I got up and left to go to the bathroom.
When I came back a minute later, Sarah and Puck were talking so I waited outside in the hallway.
"Are you sure you're ok?" Sarah asked softly.
"No," Puck admitted.
"What happened?"
"Stupid hockey players put me in the dumpster."
"Noah, what else?"
"There's nothing in my life."
"I'm in your life."
"I don't have a family or anything. I have to repeat my senior year. There's nothing left."
"Noah, look at me. If you didn't have anything, I wouldn't be here. You have Finn, Beth, Grace, all of us, the baby."
The baby? Oh, she was probably talking about Mom's baby. Yeah, that baby will have Puck's back too.
I walked in the kitchen, "Don't say you have nothing, cause you don't."
Sarah stared at me in confusion while Puck desperately tried wiping his eyes.
"Dude, stop, I'm fine if you cry," I sat next to him and passed over the tissues, "Here."
Sarah instead took them and started wiping the dried blood from Puck's nose, "What's wrong with your side?"
Puck cleared his throat, but his voice still came out scratchy, "Hurts to move."
I stood and went to the freezer to grab some icepacks. I tossed them to Sarah, "What else do you need?"
"Can I have a drink?" Puck asked.
I nodded and pulled out one of Burt's beers from the fridge.
"Nope," Sarah said as she stopped cleaning Puck up and looked at me, "Get him a glass of water and some Tylenol."
I gave a sympathetic look towards Puck, too scared to disobey Sarah, so I did as she said. I watched Puck down the pills and then the rest of the water. I grabbed the glass and quickly refilled it.
"Take your shirt off so I can see how bad it is," Sarah whispered.
I bit my lip as Puck groaned and huffed just by trying to get off the piece of clothing. I reached forward and helped him tug it off his arm after a minute. Puck yelped in pain, then relaxed against the chair. I felt all the blood drain from my face at the sight of his side. Sarah gasped and dropped the icepacks.
He was covered in bruises similar to the one his mom had given him. There were huge, dark splotches spreading from his back to his stomach and chest. The worst was probably the one right where I think his lungs are, it was dark blue with a long cut in the middle.
"Noah," Sarah sighed as a fresh set of tears fell from her eyes.
"What?" Puck asked and glanced down at himself, "Oh."
Sarah stood up and ran to the bathroom. As the door closed, I could hear her start throwing up.
"I should go help," Puck muttered and moved to stand up.
"No," I put a hand on his shoulder, "Let me fix you up first."
Puck winced, but nodded.
I stared at the bruises before wrapping an icepack in a towel and gently putting it to his side. Puck sucked in a breath at the contact, but grabbed it and held the icepack for himself. I started wiping off the cut, stopping when the pain seemed too much for Puck to handle before continuing.
After about five minutes of silence, Puck spoke, "Thanks."
I looked up from where I was holding another icepack to him, "No problem. It's what friends are for."
Puck smiled, but it faded and he glanced behind his shoulder, "Do you think Sarah's ok?"
"You know she can't deal with blood and stuff, especially when it's you," I told him.
Puck nodded and turned back around. His fingers lightly went over his nose and he winced.
"Want ice for that too?" I asked.
Puck shook his head, "Nah, it'll be fine for now, maybe later. I should probably just take an ice bath."
I laughed, "You pretty much already are."
Puck smirked, "Yeah."
His phone started ringing and we both looked towards his pocket. Puck set down the icepack and went to grab it, "Ow, gonna have to ice there later too," he muttered.
I backed away as Puck answered the phone, "Hello?"
"Puckerman!" I heard Santana's voice ring out through the phone.
Puck groaned, "What do you want San?"
I stood to leave him to his call and went to go check on Sarah. I knocked on the bathroom door before pushing it open, "Sarah?"
Sarah looked up from where she was crying on the closed toilet, "Is he ok?"
"He's talking to Santana right now," I told her as I sat on the bathtub.
"On the phone?" Sarah asked and I nodded, "I couldn't be out there Finn, it hurt so bad to see him in so much pain."
"I know," I whispered.
"He never cries, what if he's hurt worse than he's saying? Should we take him to the hospital? Should we call Mr. Schue? He can't die," Sarah was talking a mile a minute.
I put a hand up, "Stop, I think he's going to be fine with the ice and medicine; he won't die."
"I should go out there," Sarah said and stood.
I stood next to her, "Try not to cry anymore."
Sarah stopped and turned to glare at me, "What do you mean?"
"I just think he has enough to deal with with his own crying and the fight and stuff," I drifted off and watched Sarah.
To my surprise, Sarah nodded, "You're right, he doesn't need my stress."
I pulled Sarah into a hug, "He'll be ok."
"I know," Sarah whispered.
We backed away and headed into the kitchen. Puck was sitting where we left him with his phone in his hand. Each of us took a seat on either side of him.
"How are you?" Sarah asked quietly.
Puck looked at her, "I'm fine."
"No your not," I interrupted.
Puck turned to me, "How do you know?"
"Because you're my best friend," I stated, "And I can see fresh tear tracks down your face."
Puck's jaw went slack, but he recovered and started wiping his face with the back of his hands.
I glanced away to try and give him his space as Sarah helped him wipe away the tears. After a minute, I turned back around to see Puck breathing heavily.
"I'm sorry," he said, "I'm so sorry."
"You don't have to be sorry," Sarah assured him.
"Yeah, like I said before, I don't care if you cry," I added.
Puck nodded and grabbed an icepack to hold against himself. Sarah and I did the same and continued trying to get the swelling down.
"What'd Santana want?" I asked after we sat in silence for a while.
Puck cleared his throat, "Make sure I'm ok, threatened to kill the guy, you know Santana."
I chuckled, "How'd she find out?"
Puck shrugged, but winced at the pain, "The story spread."
Sarah ran a hand over Puck's hair, "Do you need anything?"
"I'm a little hungry," Puck told her.
I stood and went over to the drawer where Mom kept the takeout menus, "You ok with takeout? I don't feel like making anything."
Puck laughed and looked at Sarah, "Chinese?"
"Sounds good," Sarah smiled.
I nodded, "Who wants what?"
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I sat next to Puck on the couch after throwing away our food containers, "Now what?"
"Want to watch a movie?" Sarah suggested.
"I'd rather go play football or something," Puck said.
"No," Sarah and I said at the same time.
Puck's eyes widened at our outburst, "What?"
Sarah looked over Puck's still bare, bruised upper half, "Think about it."
"You could die," I told him.
"Fine," Puck muttered and sank back in the pillows.
The phone rang and I picked it up, "Hello?"
"Finn, how is he?" Mom asked.
I glanced at Puck before walking away, "He's ok. Really sore. He...um...cried."
Mom's breathing stopped on the other side, "Want me to talk to him?"
"No, we got it," I told her.
"Why is he upset?"
"He says that he doesn't have anything in his life."
"Finn," Mom's voice was warning, "I'm coming over there right now."
"No!" I yelled.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Sarah and Puck look up from their conversation and icing session.
"No what?" Mom asked.
"No, don't come home," I said, "Sarah and I got it."
"Finn, I don't want to come home and find out that something bad has happened," Mom stated.
I sensed what she meant behind the words and I became scared, "Mom, I don't know what to do."
"I'll be there in a few minutes," Mom said before ending the call.
I put down the phone and slowly started walking back to Sarah and Puck, "Hey guys."
They looked up, "What'd you do?" Sarah automatically asked.
"No, who'd he talk to? What'd you say to them?" Puck asked.
"Mom was on the phone," I told them as I sat in a chair.
"What'd you tell her?" Sarah asked while wrapping a gentle arm around Puck's shoulders.
"Nothing," I muttered and stared at the ground. They might not be happy with me.
"Finn?" Sarah warned.
"I sort of asked her to come home and help," I whispered.
Silence. I looked up to make sure they were still sitting in front of me. They were, they just weren't talking.
"I don't want to be babied," Puck stated after a minute.
"Finn, we were fine by ourselves," Sarah told me.
I nodded and tried to wet my dry mouth, "She...she just needs to be here."
Puck groaned and stood up, "Seriously Finn? I don't even know what to say."
"Well, I'm sorry Puck, I just did what I thought was for the best," I defended and stood as well.
"For the best? How is whining to your mom about your sad best friend 'for the best'?" Puck yelled.
"You know why I told her? I was scared!" I yelled back.
Puck and I were just a few feet away from each other, each of us breathing hard.
Sarah stood and tried to wedge herself between me and Puck, "You guys, calm down."
"What are you scared for?" Puck ignored Sarah.
"You! Mom mentioned something about you getting into trouble after I told her about you thinking you had nothing in your life. So yeah, I was scared that we would let you go to the bathroom by yourself and something terrible would happen," I was breathing hard and trying to calm down.
Puck's shoulders loosened and he allowed Sarah to push him back a step, "You really think I'd do that?"
"I'm not sure what to think you'd do," I admitted quietly.
Puck stared at me before walking away and sitting on the couch, "Gosh, never thought my best friend would think I'd do the unthinkable."
The front door opened and Mom walked through, "How is everything?"
"Fine," I said while still watching Puck.
Mom sat next to Puck and started looking over his bruises and cuts, "Are you ok Noah?"
Puck continued staring at me, "Sore. Humiliated. Confused."
I knew the 'confused' was for me, not for Mom.
"When was the last time you guys put ice on these?" Mom asked Sarah.
"We just finished," Sarah told her as she sat on the other side of Puck.
Mom nodded, "Did you take some medicine?"
"Yeah," Sarah answered for Puck.
Mom carefully stood and put a hand out for Puck, "Come on, I think I have some bruise ointment and a wrap that we could use."
Puck stood and followed her to the bathroom.
"Why'd you have to say that?" Sarah asked.
I looked at her, "What do you mean?"
"You made him feel like crap," Sarah glared.
I groaned and sat next to her, "I didn't mean to."
"You never tell anyone that you think they're a danger to themselves or, you know, the real words," Sarah said softly.
"I'm sorry," I told her.
"Save it," Sarah spit and stood to walk away down the bathroom.
I stared after her and instantly felt bad for what I've said.
~~~~~GLEE~~~~~
I came out of the bathroom in my room to see Kurt grabbing our extra blankets and pillows.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
Kurt looked up, "What does it look like I'm doing? Grabbing extra stuff for the party."
"Party?" I didn't think there was a party going on tonight and if there was, why was he grabbing blankets?
"In Sarah's room. Grace isn't sleeping in her's since it has a fresh coat of paint so we're all hanging out there until bed," Kurt said and passed me to go downstairs.
"How come I wasn't invited?" I yelled down after him.
Kurt just waved a hand back at me.
I sighed and followed him. Sarah's door closed in my face as Kurt walked in.
I knocked on it, "You guys, can I come in?"
There was laughter and soft talking on the other side before the door opened and Puck walked through, "Hey."
"Hey," I replied and watched him take a step farther out and close the door.
"What do you want?" Puck crossed his arms across his chest.
"I...I just," I stuttered, not really sure what I wanted.
Puck shook his head, "I'll see you later," he turned to go back through the door.
"Wait!" I grabbed Puck's shoulder. He let out a gasp at the sudden pressure, so I quickly let go, "Sorry, I don't know why I just did that."
Puck stayed staring at the door in silence so I took that as my sign to continue, "I'm really sorry for what I said earlier, I didn't mean it. I hate when you say that you're nothing because it's not true. You're not garbage. Don't ever think that. I'm sorry if I ever added to that," I felt at a loss for words as I was trying not to sound too stupid or anything.
"Thanks man, that means a lot," Puck whispered before turning around and staring at me.
I slowly put my fist out, "We good?"
A small smirk formed on Puck's face, "We're good," he pounded his own fist on mine, "You wanna come in? We were just gonna hang out and play cards for a little while."
I smiled, "Sure."
We walked through the door to see Sarah, Grace, and Kurt sitting in a circle on the ground.
"Hi Finn!" Grace yelled.
"Shh, be quiet," Sarah laughed and hit Grace in the head with her pillow.
I sat between Sarah and Kurt while Puck sat between Grace and Sarah.
"Let's play Go Fish, I'm really good at that game," Grace announced.
Kurt laughed, "Fine, but then we'll play something else because I don't feel like getting my butt repeatedly kicked by a ten year old."
Puck threw the deck at me, "You deal."
I chuckled and rolled my eyes, "Got it."
As I shuffled the cards, I became happy when I saw Puck realize that he wasn't as alone or as terrible as he thought. Kurt was carrying a conversation with him, which might have been one of the longest ones they've ever had. Grace had her arms wrapped around his right one and was using his upper muscle as a pillow. And then there was my sister. While I hate seeing the two of them being all gross and loving of each other, today was an exception as Sarah was softly rubbing his bruises and tracing the outline of the bandages on his arm. So yeah, while Puck might hate all the attention since he considers it 'being babied,' I thought it was exactly what needed to be happening right now.
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A/N: What'd you think? I liked having Finn's point of view again. It actually wasn't how I originally planned the chapter, way back when I watched the episode for the first time with tears running down my face, I was going to have Sarah's P.O.V., but I thought Finn's might mean more. Your opinion? Not sure how many chapters left, but I know this is coming to a close. A continuing story won't be long behind though, so don't worry. Sorry if the last updates take a while, I'll be going camping and such so no computer access. I'll try and write as much as possible while on vacation, so I can update quickly when I get home. PLEASE REVIEW with any questions, comments, concerns, or suggestions! All are welcome and appreciated!
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FinchelFan728 - Thanks! I was unsure of the whole thing so I'm glad to hear that you liked it!
raem9898 - Thank you! Blaine's one of my favorites too, I love how he interacts with everyone. Plus, he's a great singer too. I don't know if I'll use the whole song because it's really long, but I'll try. I'm like 99% sure it'll be in the next chapter. Thanks for everything you've said! You have no idea how much it means to me.
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Sneak Peak: My breathing was heavy as I fully registered what I just said. I really hope I didn't just ruin everything.
Some people get a shocking revelation next chapter.
