A/N: This chapter starts back in the past, at the beginning of S2. By this time, Puck is determined about wanting his rep to stay intact, while still having these conflicting emotions about the adoption. I always thought that first episode of S2 where JBI hounded Puck about whether or not he was pining for Quinn was some of the best treatment of Puck's character the producers ever put out there. He was so torn, and it was so obvious the decision to give up his baby had him reeling…Too bad they never really addressed it again. So I decided to do it myself.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or the characters of Glee. Sure, I love Puck and Mercedes, and Tina, and Mike, and Santana, and Artie, and Lauren Zizes and Emma Pillsbury and Holly Holiday and Unique and Joe Hart and Sugar Motta and Principal Figgins and I used to love Sam but they don't belong to me at all. Too bad.

A New Start

So junior year started, and I pretty much made up my mind to put the last whole year outta my damn mind. I figured as long as I stayed Puck, and did me…nobody would step to me with any shit. I mean, being in the Glee club wasn't gonna change me for real; I was still a badass, and I was still a stud. All I had to do to reclaim my self was beat up a few losers, and fuck a few hoes… no problem, right?

Wrong! From the first day of school, I had motherfuckers all in my damn face trying to figure me out. Dumbasses who were scared of my damn shadow a year ago were trying to read me and ask me shit about whether I was still in love with Quinn and did I miss my baby or not! And I ain't with any of that lame shit.

I don't trust people like that…I only fuck with about four people who I can stand long enough bare my soul to; and even then I only do it under certain circumstances. I talk to my Moms, when she ain't looking at me like I'm some kinda cross between my dad's clone and the biggest fuckup in life. I trust my Nana, when she gives me that "there's my favorite little boy, ever" look. I shoot the shit with Finn, when he's on that "let's bond over not having daddies" kick, and I trust Mercedes when I wanna get something about missing my little girl off my chest. That's it!

So when JBI got all in my grill wanting to find out where my head was at, I knew I had some shit to take care of. I had to make sure nobody at that school was comfortable looking me in the damn eye. So I started planning ways to let Bad Boy Puck out again.

In the mean time, I tried to help my Glee homies out by trying to recruit new members. My boy Matt transferred schools, so we needed some new blood. Rachel and Finn and Mr. Shue came up with this plan to perform on the quad at lunch one day early on in the school year. Instead of the usual old-ass music and show tunes, they all agreed we would perform a rap routine. It was actually a pretty good plan…I mean, that time New Directions sang "Push It" at assembly, everybody tried to act like it wasn't hot or whatever; but even I had to admit a good song made Glee seem less lame.

"Empire State of Mind" was a fucking bust though. I mean, I knew some people had to be feeling it, since we sounded hot like fire. Finn ain't a bad rapper, and you know me and Artie got swag for days. Mama sang her sexy ass off, and the dancing was actually tight when you consider the fact that we only practiced for three days. Mike and Britt made up for whatever the choreography lacked, and even the accessories looked good. Shit; gold chains, ball caps, and shades…what's not to like? My favorite part was Mercedes' bra strap showing.

My guess as to why nobody wanted to join us for real, even after that? It was the fucking costumes…performing in costumes is lame and gay as hell. Plus, who in the hell thinks wearing t-shirt with the name of a city plastered across it is cool? Nobody, that's who…If we'd have just did it in our street clothes we might have got a few more newbies. Mama and me did look kinda good together in all black, though.

The only people interested in joining us were a couple of people who didn't know shit about McKinley. They weren't there the previous year, so they didn't realize our club was made up of a bunch of slushy magnets. Rachel took care of trying to get that Sunshine chick on board, while Finn and the rest of us dudes went after the guy, Sam.

First time I met the dude, I could tell he was real thirsty to be popular. He had that eager to please, little puppy dog look…plus he was licking Finn's ass just so he could be cool with the quarterback. I could tell, the whole time he was talking about himself, that he wasn't gonna last long in Glee Club. All it was gonna take to make him quit was one good swirlie from Azimio. Hell, I wasn't really expecting him to join at all.

When he said that shit about being a bad student, though, I figured he and me might be friends on the football team. So I started right in making fun of his mouth from jump street. It may have been asshole move, but that's how we do it in Glee…crack jokes on each other, make fun of how everybody else looks, then give each other fucked up nicknames. He rolled with the punches, and turned it right back around on me. That's when I knew Sam was cool.

We all sung "Billionaire" together, and rocked it out, but dude never showed up for auditions; just like I thought. Then we found out Rachel sent the Philippine girl to a crack house, so we still didn't have anybody. Later on, the girl finally got her audition but she left the school right afterward to sing for our biggest competitor. After all that shit, we were back at square one. That's when I decided to quit caring about that shit, just be in Glee without getting involved in the day-to-day stuff. I just showed up and sang everyday.

So I was there when everybody was hallucinating about Brittany Spears, and I helped perform the sexy "Toxic" song at assembly. But while everybody else was concentrating on not dancing too close to Mr. Shue's creeper ass, I was watching the audience. We had a few people feeling the hell out of our song. I caught a lot of dudes straightening up when Mercy and Tana let Kurt and Mike cover their tatas with the bowler hats and pull 'em away. That move was fucking hot! In the end though, New Directions still couldn't catch a break…for the first time we managed to get the whole school clapping and dancing; just to cause a damn riot in the gym.

I was also there when everybody was flippin out about Jesus, and I mostly stayed outta that mess. I just sent Kurt's dad a card and tried to talk Finn outta acting like a born-again. I helped sing that Sarah McClauglin song too; ol' Girl Chang got some serious voice. After that I figured out a way to get my rep back and ended up getting thrown into Juvie.

Best Laid Plans

So I'm gonna admit right off the bat that my reasons for goin' all "Barbershop" and stealing the ATM weren't exactly honorable. I basically did it so people would know I was still the baddest thug in school. Even the doper loadies that hang out with those skanky girls under the bleachers don't have a real criminal in their clique. I knew if I got away with it the rumor mill would be buzzing like hell, and I'd have the whole school scared of me in no time again.

But I was gonna do some good shit afterward, too. I planned to give Mr. Shue as much of the money as he wanted to pay for travel and stuff, to keep us from having to throw another bake sale. I was gonna start paying Mercedes for all the free babysitting she was giving my Moms; plus, having an enforcer in the club should have made Az and Karofsky ease up on the slushies, right?

I mean, I'm a fuck-up but I had some decent intentions. Then, my mom had been saying for months she needed a new car…crashing into the store totaled the Volvo out, so the insurance company cut her a check that she used to buy a brand new Corolla. At least that part of my plan worked out.

What didn't work out was the way I got caught. I was halfway home with the ATM when some rent-a-cop assholes noticed it in the backseat. At first it looked like they were just gonna laugh and point their fingers at the obviously stolen cash machine, but I guess the broken glass and bent fender on the Volvo hipped the Deputy Dawgs to the fact that maybe they should find out why I had the shit. They pulled me over, and I kept my mouth shut…but they really didn't need me to incriminate myself. The surveillance cameras at the convenience store told the whole damn story.

So I got arrested, and had a trial in Family Court where I pleaded guilty to lessen my sentence. They told me if I spent the next 30 days in Juvie and never got into any more trouble, then I'd be an official non-criminal in the eyes of the law once I turned 18. So I took my new orange jumpsuit and booties and did my damn time at the Mondale School for Boys.

The Grapevine

I'm not even gonna go into the shit storm that being in Juvie was…you can probably guess for yourself that it wasn't any motherfucking fun. As far as I'm concerned there were only two things about that place that are worth me mentioning to you. Number One: At McKinley High, I'm the original badass and number one boss…I do what the hell I want while everybody else tries to get on my level. And I like it that way. But up in that piece? I was probably the closest thing to a girl those dudes had seen in months. I may be cut, and my guns are all kinds of hot; but some of the motherfuckers in Juvie looked like the Big fucking Show. All they did all damn day was eat, work out, and fight. And most of 'em were mean like fucking rattlesnakes. I thought I was disadvantaged because I ain't grow up around my Pops, but these dudes were even worse off. In group therapy I found out that most of the dudes there were raised by their grandparents, or another older relative. Most of the time their moms and older siblings were fucking crack-heads and prostitutes and shit. Those motherfuckers didn't have shit to lose by acting a damn fool in Juvie, so they showed their asses from day one. Getting my nipple ring pulled out in a fight with a bunch of teenage gang-bangers was all the damn motivation I needed to act right so I could get the hell outta that piece with the quickness. So I did my school work, talked to my family every week, and participated in the mandatory therapy like a goddamn golden boy.

The number two thing you need to know about my stint in Juvie is this: Every damn night, I had a raunchy ass dream starring Mercedes Jones. And in every last one of those dreams, the same shit happened. Me and Jones would be making out somewhere, then the shit would get freaky. I'd feel and stroke all over Mama's body, and wrap myself up between her legs, cheesing like a dork the whole fucking time. Then when it seemed like the shit was about to get serious, Dream Me pumped the damn brakes. The furthest Dream Puck would let the sexy stuff go, was sucking the hell outta Mercedes' clit. I'm serious…Dream Mama got like twenty nights worth of tongue fucks, courtesy of my imaginary oral fixation. Dream Me couldn't get enough. I mean, don't get me wrong; the 'Zilla ain't opposed to licking a little slit in real life. I honestly enjoy the hell outta eating pussy…it's just that, in real life, I always manage to get mine too. But every time Mama offered to return the favor in my dreams or begged me to fuck her silly, Dream Puck shut her ass down. Sometimes I told her she wasn't ready yet, and that I cared about her too much to rush the shit. Other times I just spit some lines about getting off on how good she tasted. Usually though, the dream ended with me whispering to her that it was gonna be a 'Cedes day, and that she deserved to be pampered. The end result was always the same though; Dream Me didn't bust one fucking nut. But the funny part was that every morning I woke up in the middle of sticky ass sheets. I guess the shit was sexy enough for my real body to get off on. At the time, I didn't think it meant anything other than I was in desperate need of some sex.

Everything else I saw and did while I was there was a non motherfucking factor. I just marked my time, did what I had to do, and basically lived for whatever contact I could get with the outside world. Obviously I missed a lot of shit while I was locked up like Akon., but my boy Finn called me up every Sunday to tell me about school. Dude mentioned a lot of shit I wish I was there to see, actually. Most of it convinced me to never get incarcerated again as long as I live….you miss too much good shit when you go down the river.

The first Sunday, Finn was going on and on about duets week. Started talking about how Sam came on and joined Glee, since he wasn't playing ball anymore. Finn told me Kurt was so lonely he had convinced himself Sam was gay, but everybody could tell 'ol boy had the hots for my baby mama. When Finn asked me if I was mad about the shit, I couldn't say "hell no" fast or loud enough. Shit, if Sam wanted to live with a permanent case of icy-balls that was his fucking problem. I owed him a box of candy for taking one for the team. Finn told me those two sang that asshole song about being in love with your best ffiend, and he described the other acts too. I ain't give a shit about Kurt's he/she performance or Tike and the fucking show tune, but Mama and Tana shaking their asses in class sounded pretty interesting.

Second week, Finn was blabbering about Rocky Horror, and what role everybody had. The movie is pretty cool; I liked the alien shit at the end and the freaky lesbo maids even before me and 'Cedes went to see the play. But the rest of the junk…body image, Shuester's creepin on the married red-head, and Sylvester causing problems-was boring as hell. Hudson emailed me a picture of the cast, though…used Mr. Shue's email so the prison people wouldn't intercept it. I guess they thought it was Spanish homework. The chicks all looked smoking, except Rachel. Britt was rubbing her hands all over Jones' waist and licking her neck, while Santana bent over doing this stripper dance into Mama's crotch. It was pretty hot, especially with Jones wearing all that dominatrix shit.

Couple of days after he sent me the pics, I was able to convince one of my counselors and my probation officer that I was turning over a new leaf. Apparently they were impressed by my school activities and shit. I may have been a delinquent, but all the chicks in charge of my case were pretty sure I wasn't gonna end up a serial killer or whatever. Kept saying something about how cat-skinners and future baby-rapists rarely start out as state championship football players and team-to-beat show choir singers. The counselors kept going on and on about how I could be rehabilitated if I got a little bit of lee-way, when they appealed to the judge. He agreed, and told me as long as I did some community service and stayed in all my after school extracurriculars, then they'd let me go. I was so ready to get up outta there I would have joined the Jesus Freak Society to leave. You know, that club that gathers around the flag pole every morning before school to pray? Anyway, I left the detention center and went back to school.

My first day back at McKinley I kinda wanted to lay low and just figure out what the rumor mill was saying about me. I didn't want anybody to know about what a punk I had turned into while I was locked up, but I wasn't trying to do shit to get tossed back in there, either. So I just figured I'd be on watch mode for a few days. But as soon as I got to Glee, I had to rethink my plan. I came in and sat down, getting dap and shit from my friends and whatnot. Then Lil Mama came in my plans went straight to hell. First of all, she gave me this long "welcome back" type hug, rubbing her had across my back and squeezing me all hard. Mama was the first chick to give me any real contact outside of my family since I been back. So it had me completely fucked up. Then, she passed by me and I smelled her shampoo or lotion or something. That shit smelled like some goddamn coconuts and chocolate and vanilla, and it made me crazy, since it reminded me of a damn Almond Joy and that's my absolute SHIT. Then Jones actually parked her ass behind me, which made me nervous every time I turned around and saw her sitting there. I was a little embarrassed (no, fuck embarrassed, the 'Zilla don't do embarrassed…I was feeling awkward) because at that point I'd been dreaming about doing all this freaky shit to her for, like, two whole weeks. I just couldn't stop thinking that she could see that shit all over my face, so I decided to play it off by showing the class I was still bad-ass. I bragged my ass off and did my bullying intimidation bullshit; then when she and the rest of the club started bitching about our competition I made sure to run off at the mouth some more. My attitude was totally unnecessary, but by the time class ended I had no choice but to run with the shit.

That's why I scammed A-Team in to singing for money in the quad, and why I was such a damn asshole toward Kurt when we were having Mash-off rehearsals. But the shittiest thing I did that week was definitely fucking with Artie about running out on the tab at the 'Stixx. I swear, everybody around me gets so sick of hearing me say this whenever I fuck up; but I honestly don't know why the hell I did that shit. It's like a damn perversion or something-when I'm in doubt, I automatically go to the asshole place. Plus, I was kinda looking forward to getting some nookie that night and wanted to make sure that shit was a given. Santana obviously didn't care about my credit score as long as I was still bad to the bone…so I showed my ass that whole week.

I wasn't the only one though…the virgin crew were all being douche bags by picturing the Bieste while dry humping each other so they wouldn't come all in their underwear and shit. It was really fucked up, because I kinda always thought Beiste was pretty cool-looking. She ain't exactly sexy or whatever, but she got a pretty smile, and a lot of dudes love a chick who can beat their ass. So it was pretty fucked up that Sam, Finn, and Tina were going there. I helped the dudes out by singing the En Vogue song for the Mash-off apology they planned. It was pretty cool, the song is seriously full of attitude…but fuck, I wished I could have sung with the girls. That Bon Jovi/Rolling Stones number was hot like fire and every last one of em was sexy as fuck. All the hair swinging and gyrating and girls stroking themselves had me wishing I'd brought my motherfucking camera. Even prissy ass Quinn and Rachel stopped acting so damn frigid. My favorite part of the performance was when Jones had her solo and the girls all straddled the mike stands and humped the hell out of the 'em. I caught Mike drooling, so I slapped him on the arm with the back of my hand to let him know he wasn't the only one. Not really sure which girl had him wiping his mouth, though…Tina was on the opposite side from where he was looking.

By the time Wheels had talked me into letting him be a "good influence" on me or whatever, I was over trying to impress motherfuckers at McKinley. I mean, I lucked out big-time when I dodged getting in trouble for dining-and-dashing. And my probie officer didn't even report the way I acted a fool in Figgins' office. So I made up my mind to be a good boy.

That's why I didn't try to bang Ms. Holiday, that hot-ass substitute teacher who took over for Shue. Its also why I looked at Ms. H so crazy when she gave me the answers to the Spanish quiz. Then I just figured some teachers are just cool like that and quit worrying about getting in trouble. And I stayed the hell outta the fray when the Glee boys went to the locker room to fuck Karofsky up for messin with Kurt. I even stayed faithful to Tana; instead of trying to bang all the chicks in school who wanted to fuck an actual criminal. Then Kurt left and went to the gay school and Shue asked me to find a nother member, and I met Zizes. That's when all my good boy shit went right out the damn door.

A/N: Okay, the next part of the story is gonna be Zizes intensive. It was super fun to write, and I think you all will really love it. I hope everybody is as into this story as I am…please leave me a review if you have a question or want me to address something…

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