As Noah sat in his Spanish class, half heartedly taking notes in between drawing pictures of dinosaurs on his note pad, he realised he had completely forgotten to complete the English papers that he had needed to do before class that day. He felt his stomach drop when the thought entered his mind. He was going to be in serious trouble if he didn't turn those papers that afternoon. He wasn't allowed to fail any classes.
He checked his watch, forming a plan in his head about how he was going to solve his latest problem. He had ten minutes left of this class. He would drive back home on his free period (even though he was meant to be in study hall), grab his books that he needed to complete the work and drive back to write up his papers in the rest of his study period if he had time. It was going to be rush. If he was caught skipping school, even on his free period, he would be in deep trouble. He needed to be quick.
As soon as the bell rang to signal the end of class, Puck had already packed up his books and note pad and was halfway out the door before any of the other students had the chance. He dashed down the halls, despite his body still aching and sore, and jumped into his truck, out in the car lot.
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Rachel Berry had been sat in front of Noah in the Spanish class that they had shared. She had also been in his Math class that morning as well. The first thing she had noticed about him was how he was acting slightly different, as though something was on his mind. It was unlike Puck. He usually looked so carefree. However as she had thought about it, the past few days Puck had looked as though something was playing on his mind, but now it seemed to be making a more effect on how he was. She had also taken note of how he was moving that morning, a little stiff. She had watched him ease himself down in to his seat on Math class and how he tried not to move too much. She was slightly alarmed when he had rushed past her at the end of Spanish class, almost knocking her back as she stood from her desk.
She hoped everything was alright with him. Despite him being a bit of bully last year, she had grown quite found of him. He had changed for the better. Yes, he still had his days and tiny moments when he would show a little of his old self before reverting back to the grown up and changed version of himself. He was also a member of the glee; they were all a family now. They took care and looked out for one and other.
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He had managed to rush back to his house with no hold ups in traffic or problems. His mother had been asleep upstairs, so he had quietly let himself in, crept upstairs and grabbed his books without her even knowing he had been home. Thankfully, nobody at school had noticed him leaving either. He sneaked into study hall, with his books under his arm and took a seat next to Kurt.
Truthfully, Kurt and him self had never had a good relationship with one and other. They had both hated each other for different reasons. He couldn't blame Kurt for having hated him. He had continuously thrown the little male diva into the dumpsters at the back of the school, thrown slushies at him, taunted him and shoulder checked him into lockers countless times. He had been a horrible person to Kurt for no reason whatsoever. But recently they had put their differences aside. Puck now stood up for the smaller Male against other bullies. Since joining glee almost two years ago, he had stopped bullying others and changed himself for the better. Juvie had also paid a big part in that, as well as having Beth. Despite his daughter not really knowing who he was, he still wanted to make her proud.
He knew Kurt was keeping really good grades in English, he was top of the class. He was almost as bad as Rachel with the long and confusing words he sometimes used when talking to them. He hoped that if he sat next to Kurt he would be able to help him with the papers that he needed to complete before the end of the day.
"Hey Hummel." Puck greeted as he plonked his books onto the table.
"Hey yourself." Kurt responded, his nose buried in an English book they had been assigned to read.
"Don't suppose you could help me with my paper could you?" Puck asked, getting straight to the point.
Kurt took his nose out of the book and glanced to the papers that Noah had in front of him. "Were they not supposed to be handed in two days ago at the very latest?"
Noah nodded. "Yeah but I skipped a couple of classes the other week. Managed to pull some extra time for me to hand them in today instead."
"You've still left it a little late don't you think? Why didn't you do them last night?" Kurt asked, closing his English book.
"I was err. . . a little distracted." Puck said vaguely. He wasn't going to tell Kurt the actual reason why.
The smaller male raised an eyebrow. Noah was going to have to do better than that if he wanted Kurt to help him out.
". . . I wasn't feeling to great last night." Noah explained. "Plus I was baby sitting Sarah, helping her with science project."
"Well. . . I suppose if you were helping your sister out, I suppose I can help you." Kurt said. He had met the youngest Puckerman a few times now. The eight year old would often come over to the Hudson-Hummel household when Deborah Puckerman popped over to speak to Carol. The two women were good friends and had been for quite some years now. Their sons were good friends too. Kurt would keep Sarah entertained while the women chatted over coffee and Finn and Puck played war games on the Xbox upstairs.
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He could have kissed Kurt. Luckily for him, he had caught the stylish diva in a good mood. They had both worked together to get his English paper completed. Kurt pointing a few mistakes out and filling him on sections he had missed while not being in class had helped a great deal. He even felt that it could be his best English paper yet.
He strolled in to his English class, placing his papers down on the teacher's desk at the front as he passed to make his way over to a desk at the back. Happy they he wouldn't be facing a visit to the principles office or probation officer because he could have been seen to be failing a class.
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He had been dreading the end of school. It was Thursday, so that meant that he had football practise, an hour and a half of constant drills, tackles and strategy talks. If it he been any other day he wouldn't have minded, he would have looked forward to it. But today he just didn't feel like it. His body ached for some unexplained reason, he was exhausted and all he wanted to do was sleep. He was surprised he had managed to make it though the school day up to this point.
He had made his way towards the boys locker room after his English class. Finn, Sam, Artie and Mike were already in there, getting changed into their kits as they chatted to one and other. Puck found his locker and pulled out his kit, not forgetting his jersey in his back pack and took them over to one of the benches.
He didn't get changed as quickly as the others, hanging back and taking his time. He didn't really want to go out onto the field and have Karofsky and the rest constantly tackling him to the floor.
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"PUCKERMAN!" Coach beastie shouted across the playing field to the jock currently laying on the floor, having been caught off guard and tackled to the floor for the seventh time that evening during a friendly game.
It had been Karofsky that had tackled him roughly to the ground, taking him down from the side as he had run forward with the ball tucked under his left arm. The larger jock had sprung up on to his feet with no problem, a big grin on his face.
Noah however, had taken his time to get up and made his way over to the Coach.
"What the hell is wrong with you tonight Puckerman?" Coach Beastie questioned, looking him and down.
"I'm just really tired Coach." Noah told her.
"Yeah well, I expect you to turn up to practise well rested and ready to train." Coach told him.
"I'm Sorry Coach."
"-Call a night. Go home, get some rest and a good nights sleep." Coach said, cutting him off. "I want to see you in a better state tomorrow, you hear me?"
"Yes Coach." Noah nodded.
"Good."
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"Does anyone know why Puck left practise early tonight?" Finn asked in the locker room as they got changed after practise.
Everybody shook their heads.
"I don't know. Coach didn't look to happy when she called him over though." Artie commented.
"Hasn't managed to get himself into trouble again has he?" Mike asked.
Finn shrugged. "He wouldn't do, not now."
"Well something's up." Sam sighed.