Shower Of Pain

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or the lyrics.

Chapter 1: Home

The water cascaded over Puck's bare skin, the warm droplets mingling with the cold sweat that coated his body. He was lost in the rhythm of his shower, the soothing spray washing away the day. His thoughts drifted to the sweet melodies of the Glee Club, the camaraderie, and the music that was his sanctuary. Little did he know, the solace of his shower was about to be shattered by the cruel hand of reality.

The bathroom door swung open with a thunderous crack, echoing through the small room. Puck's heart skipped a beat as he saw the shadowy figure of his father, Nick, looming in the doorway. The light from the hallway cast an eerie glow around him, highlighting the anger etched into his features. Puck's eyes grew wide with fear as his father's fist tightened around the thick leather belt that was a tool of his pain all too often.

"You little faggot," Nick sneered, his voice thick with loathing. "I told you to stay away from that queer, Hummel. What's wrong with you?"

Puck flinched, his voice shaking as he tried to defend himself, "Dad, I'm not—"

But the words were cut short by the vicious snap of the belt, slicing through the air and biting into his flesh. The pain was immediate and intense, stealing his breath. He stumbled under the assault, the water now mixing with tears that streamed down his face.

"You're just like your mother," Nick spat, raising the belt again. "Weak and disgusting."

The blows rained down, each one punctuating a new slur, a new reason why Puck wasn't good enough. The sting grew into a throbbing, a symphony of agony that played out in time with the pounding in his chest. He begged, his voice hoarse and broken, "Daddy, please stop!"

But the only response was the manic grin that stretched across Nick's face, a twisted expression of sadistic glee. He reveled in his son's suffering, his eyes gleaming with a dark satisfaction as he brought the belt down again and again. The names grew more vile, the blows more forceful. Puck's body was a canvas of red welts, each one a declaration of his father's hate.

The world grew fuzzy around the edges, the pain and fear overwhelming him. His legs gave out, and he crumpled to the floor of the shower, his body wracked with sobs. The water continued to beat down on him, a mocking reminder of the purity he'd never achieve in his father's eyes.

And then, everything went black.

When Puck opened his eyes again, the world was a blur of white lights and the beeping of machines. He was in the hospital, hooked up to an IV, his body a mass of bruises and pain. His vision slowly cleared, and he saw a blurry figure standing over him, the face swimming into focus. It was Burt Hummel, his eyes red-rimmed with anger and concern.

"Puck, oh my god, Puck," Burt's gruff voice was filled with emotion.

Puck's heart skipped a beat, not from fear this time, but from the warmth that spread through him at the sight of his friend's father. He tried to speak, but his throat was raw, his voice a whisper.

Burt's eyes searched his, and he leaned in closer, "You're okay, son. You're going to be okay."

The door to the ICU room slammed open, and in stumbled Nick, his face a contorted mask of rage. "What the hell did you do to him?" he roared, pointing an accusatory finger at Burt.

Burt's anger flared, "What did I do? What did *you* do, you piece of shit?"

Nick's eyes narrowed, "You're the one filling his head with that faggot nonsense, making him think it's okay to prance around with you and your son!"

Puck felt a surge of defiance, his voice barely a croak, "Kurt's my friend."

"Don't you dare defend him," Nick spat. "You're just like him. You're just as sick."

Burt stepped in front of Puck, his body a wall of protection. "You don't get to talk about my son like that, and you sure as hell don't get to lay a hand on Puck again."

"Or what?" Nick challenged, the belt still clutched in his fist.

"Or I'll make sure you never see the light of day," Burt's voice was a low growl, a promise of retribution.

The two men stared at each other, a silent battle of wills that seemed to last an eternity. And then, the door burst open again, and a doctor rushed in, drawing their attention away from their confrontation.

"Sir, you need to step outside," the doctor said firmly, turning to Nick. "Your son needs to rest."

Nick's eyes flicked to Puck, a mix of anger and something else, something Puck couldn't quite place. And then, he was gone, his footsteps fading into the distance.

Puck turned his gaze back to Burt, who was now holding his hand, his thumb brushing comforting circles into the back. "You're safe now," Burt murmured. "I'm not going to let anyone hurt you."

The words were a balm to his soul, a gentle reminder that not everyone saw him as the monster his father did. At that moment, Puck realized there was a world outside of the one Nick had created for him where he could be himself, free from the belt's cruel embrace.

The days pass in a blur of pain and healing. Burt never left his side, his presence a constant source of comfort. The Glee Club visited their faces a mix of shock and anger. They'd known Puck's home life wasn't ideal, but none of them had ever seen the full extent of Nick's cruelty.

But amidst the pain, there was a glimmer of hope. Puck had a newfound resolve to break free from the chains of his father's hate. And with the love and support of the Hummels and the Glee Club, he knew he could do it.

When he was finally released from the hospital, it was to the welcoming arms of Burt and Carole. They'd taken him in, given him a home where he was accepted for who he was. And Puck found the strength to face the world, bruises and all.

The nightmares of the shower remained, but they grew less frequent with time. The sound of the belt and his father's hateful words faded into the background, replaced by the melodies of acceptance and friendship.

Puck had found his voice, and he was ready to sing.

Puck's days at the Hudmel home were filled with a sense of safety he had never known. Burt and Carole treated him like one of their own, and Kurt was always there with a kind word or a comforting presence. The Glee Club rallied around him, their support unwavering.

One evening, Puck sat on the porch, strumming his guitar, and Kurt joined him. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the yard. Kurt sat down beside him, his eyes filled with concern.

"How are you holding up?" Kurt asked softly.

Puck shrugged, his fingers stilling on the strings. "Better, I guess. It's just... hard, you know?"

Kurt nodded, his hand resting on Puck's shoulder. "I know. But you're not alone. We're all here for you."

Puck looked at Kurt, gratitude shining in his eyes. "Thanks, Kurt. I don't know what I'd do without you guys."

Kurt smiled, his eyes twinkling. "Well, you're stuck with us now. We're not going anywhere."

Soon, Puck began to heal, both physically and emotionally. He threw himself into his music, finding solace in the melodies and lyrics. The Glee Club became his sanctuary again, where he could express himself without fear of judgment.

One afternoon, as they rehearsed in the choir room, Mr. Schuester announced a special performance. "We're going to put on a benefit concert," he said, Puc's eyes scanning the room. "To raise awareness about domestic abuse and support those who are going through it."

Puck's heart skipped a beat. Sharing his story with the world was terrifying, but he knew it was important. He raised his hand, his voice steady. "I'd like to perform a song."

Mr. Schuester smiled, nodding. "Of course, Puck. We'd be honored."

The night of the concert arrived, and the auditorium was packed. Puck stood backstage, his heart pounding in his chest. He took a deep breath, reminding himself of the support he had. Burt, Carole, and Kurt were in the front row, their faces filled with pride.

As Puck stood on the stage, the spotlight illuminating him, he took a deep breath and strummed the opening chords of "Mean" by Taylor Swift. The familiar melody filled the auditorium, and the audience fell silent, their attention riveted on him.

Puck's voice was strong and clear as he began to sing:

(Puck)

You, with your words like knives

And swords and weapons that you use against me

You have knocked me off my feet again

Got me feeling like I'm nothing

The lyrics resonated deeply with him, each word a reflection of the pain he had endured. As he sang, he felt the weight of his father's cruelty lifting, replaced by a sense of empowerment.

You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard

Calling me out when I'm wounded

You, picking on the weaker man

The audience was captivated, their eyes glistening with tears. Puck's performance was raw and emotional, his voice carrying the weight of his experiences.

Someday I'll be living in a big old city

And all you're ever gonna be is mean

Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me

And all you're ever gonna be is mean

Why you gotta be so mean?

As he reached the chorus, Puck's voice grew stronger, filled with defiance and determination. He wasn't the scared boy in the shower; Puck was a survivor, standing tall and proud.

You, with your switching sides

And your wildfire lies and your humiliation

You have pointed out my flaws again

As if I don't already see them

The audience was on their feet, clapping and cheering, their support washing over him like a wave. Puck felt a surge of gratitude, knowing he was not alone.

But all you are is mean

All you are is mean

And a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life

And mean, and mean, and mean, and mean

As the song ends, Puck strummed the final chord, his heart pounding in his chest. The applause was deafening, the audience's appreciation was a testament to his courage and strength.

Puck looked out at the sea of faces, his eyes finding Burt, Carole, and Kurt in the front row. Their faces were filled with pride and love, and Puck felt a warmth spread through him.

After the concert, as the crowd dispersed, Burt and Carole enveloped him in a tight hug. "We're so proud of you," Burt said, his voice choked with emotion.

Puck smiled, his eyes shining. "Thanks, Mr. H. I couldn't have done it without you."

Kurt joined them, his eyes filled with admiration. "You were amazing, Puck."

Puck grinned, his heart light. "Thanks, Kurt. For everything."

As they exited the auditorium, Puck felt a sense of peace he had never known. He had faced his demons and come out stronger. With the love and support of his new family and friends, he knew he could face anything that came his way.

A few days after the benefit concert, Puck was helping out at Burt's auto shop. The familiar sounds of clanking tools and the smell of motor oil were oddly comforting. He was focused on changing the oil in a car when the shop door swung open with a loud bang.

Puck looked up, his heart sinking as he saw Nick standing in the doorway, his face twisted with anger. Burt, who works on another car, immediately noticed their tension, before he stepped closer.

"What are you doing here, Nick?" Burt asked, his voice calm but firm.

Nick ignored Burt, his eyes locked on Puck. "You think you're some hero now, huh? Singing that song, making me look like the bad guy?"

Puck straightened, trying to keep his voice steady. "I sang the truth, Dad. You can't hurt me anymore."

Nick's face reddened with rage. "You little fairy," he spat, taking a step closer. "You think you're tough now? You're nothing but a pansy."

Before Puck could react, Nick's fist connected with his stomach, knocking the wind out of Puck. Puck doubled over in pain, gasping for breath. Burt was there in an instant, stepping between them.

"That's enough, Nick," Burt growled, his eyes blazing with anger. "Get out of my shop."

Nick sneered, looking down at Puck. "You're pathetic," he said, his voice dripping with contempt. "Just like your mother."

With that, Nick turned and walked out, leaving Puck struggling to catch his breath. Burt knelt beside him, his hand on Puck's shoulder. "Are you okay, kid?"

Puck nodded, though his stomach throbbed with pain. "Yeah, I'll be fine."

Burt helped him to his feet, his expression softening. "You're stronger than he knows, Puck. Don't let him get to you."

Puck took a deep breath, the pain slowly subsiding. "Thanks, Burt. For everything."

Burt gave him a reassuring smile. "We're here for you, always."

As Puck resumed his work, he felt a renewed sense of determination. He knew the road ahead wouldn't be easy, but with the support of Burt, Carole, Kurt, and the Glee Club, he was ready to face whatever challenges came his way.

As the day wore on, Puck couldn't shake the lingering pain in his stomach or the fear at him. He knew he needed to talk to someone, and Burt seemed to be, the right person. After all, Burt had been supportive since Puck had come to stay with them.

Later that evening, after the shop had closed and the tools were put away, Puck found Burt in the office, reviewing some paperwork. He hesitated for a moment before knocking on the doorframe.

"Mr. H, can I talk to you for a minute?" Puck asked, his voice wavering slightly.

Burt looked up, concern immediately crossing his face. "Of course, Puck. Come on in."

Puck entered the office and sat down, his hands fidgeting nervously. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "I need to tell you something about my dad."

Burt leaned forward, his expression serious. "Go ahead, Puck. I'm listening."

Puck swallowed hard, the words catching in his throat. "He's always been like this. Abusive, I mean. It's not just me. I'm scared he'll turn on my sister, Sarah, or mom. I don't know what to do."

Burt's eyes softened with empathy. "I'm so sorry you've had to go through this, Puck. No one should have to live in fear like that. Have you talked to your mom about it?"

Puck shook his head. "She's scared of him too. She tries to protect us, but there's only so much she can do."

Burt reached out, placing a reassuring hand on Puck's shoulder. "You're not alone in this, Puck. We'll figure something out. We can talk to the authorities, and get you and your family the help you need."

Puck felt a surge of relief at Burt's words. "Thank you, Mr. H. I just want to be sure they're safe."

Burt nodded, his expression determined. "We'll make sure of it. You're part of our family now, and we take care of our family."

Puck felt a weight lift off his shoulders for the first time in a long time. He felt a glimmer of hope. With Burt's support, he knew they could find a way to protect his family and break free from the cycle of abuse.

It was a quiet afternoon at Burt's auto shop when the door suddenly burst open. Burt looked up from his work to see Sarah, Puck's younger sister, standing in the doorway, her face pale and eyes wide with fear. She was out of breath, having run all the way there.

"Sarah?" Burt called out, concern etched into his features. "What's wrong?"

Sarah rushed over to him, tears streaming down her face. "Mr. H, you have to help us! Mom's hurt, and Dad... he's gone. I don't know where he went, but he was so angry."

Burt's heart sank. He immediately put down his tools and knelt before Sarah, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "It's going to be okay, Sarah. You're safe now. Let's get you inside, and we'll figure this out."

He led Sarah into the office and handed her a glass of water. "Stay here for a moment, okay? I'm going to call for help."

Burt quickly dialed 911, explaining the situation to the dispatcher. He requested an ambulance for Norah and police assistance to ensure their safety. Once the call was made, he turned to Sarah, who was still trembling.

"Sarah, can you tell me what happened?" Burt asked gently.

Sarah took a shaky breath. "Dad came home really angry. He started yelling at Mom, and then he hit her. I tried to stop him, but he pushed me away. He left after that, and I ran here."

Burt's jaw tightened with anger, but he kept his voice calm for Sarah's sake. "You did the right thing by coming here. Well make sure your mom gets the help she needs, and we'll keep you both safe."

Just then, Puck walked into the office, his eyes widening in shock when he saw his sister. "Sarah? What happened?"

Burt quickly filled Puck in on the situation. Puck's face hardened with determination. "We need to get to Mom."

Burt nodded. "The ambulance is on its way. Let's go to your house and see that your mom is okay."

They all piled into Burt's truck and drove to Puck's house. When they arrived, they found Norah lying on the living room floor, bruised and barely conscious. Burt immediately knelt beside her, checking her injuries.

"Norah, can you hear me?" Burt asked softly.

Norah's eyes fluttered open, and she nodded weakly. "Burt... thank you."

The sound of sirens filled the air as the ambulance and police arrived. The paramedics quickly assessed Norah's condition and prepared to transport her to the hospital. Burt spoke with the police, explaining the situation and providing them with Nick's description.

As Norah was loaded into the ambulance, Burt turned to Puck and Sarah. "You're both coming with me. We'll stay at the hospital with your mom, and then we'll figure out the next steps."

Puck and Sarah nodded, grateful for Burt's support. They climbed into the truck, and Burt drove them to the hospital, his mind racing with plans to ensure their safety.

At the hospital Burt stayed by Norah's side, offering comfort and reassurance. He contacted a lawyer to discuss their options and arrangements for Puck and Sarah to stay with the Hummels permanently.

As the days passed, Burt's plan began to take shape. With the help of the authorities, they were able to secure a restraining order against Nick, ensuring he couldn't come near the family. Burt also connected Norah with counseling services to help her heal from the trauma.

Puck and Sarah found solace in the Hudmel home, surrounded by love and support. Burt's unwavering dedication to their safety and well-being gave them the strength to move forward, knowing they were no longer alone.

The days following the incident were a blur of hospital visits and legal proceedings. Despite the best efforts of the doctors, Norah's injuries were too severe, and she passed away peacefully in her sleep. The loss was devastating for Puck and Sarah, but they found solace in the unwavering support of Burt and Carole.

Burt and Carole took Puck and Sarah into their home, becoming their new parents. The Hudmel household was filled with love and understanding, providing a haven for the siblings as they navigated their grief.

Sarah, in particular, struggled with nightmares. She would often wake up in the middle of the night, her small frame trembling with fear. On those nights, she would quietly tiptoe to Kurt's room, seeking comfort from her new brother.

One night, after a nightmare, Sarah stood at Kurt's door. She knocked softly, and Kurt's gentle voice called, "Come in."

Sarah entered the room, her eyes wide with fear. "Kurt, can I talk to you?"

Kurt immediately sat up, patting the space beside him on the bed. "Of course, Sarah. What's wrong?"

Sarah climbed onto the bed, curling up next to Kurt. "I had a bad dream. I keep dreaming about Mom... and Dad. I miss her so much."

Kurt wrapped an arm around her, his voice soothing. "I know, Sarah. I miss her too. It's okay to feel sad and scared."

Sarah looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears. "How did you deal with it when your mom died? You were my age, right?"

Kurt nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Yeah, I was about your age. It was hard. I felt like my whole world had fallen apart. But I had my dad, and he helped me through it. We talked a lot, and he always saw I knew it was okay to cry and miss her."

Sarah sniffled, wiping her eyes. "Do you still miss her?"

Kurt smiled softly. "Every day. But I also remember all the good times we had together. It helps to think about the happy memories. And I talk to her sometimes, even though she's not here. It makes me feel like she's still with me."

Sarah nodded, taking in his words. "Do you think it will ever stop hurting?"

Kurt hugged her tighter. "It gets easier with time, but you'll always miss her. And that's okay. It's a sign of how much you love her. But you have a new family now, and we're all here for you. You're not alone."

Sarah leaned into Kurt's embrace, finding comfort in his words. "Thanks, Kurt. I'm glad you're my brother."

Kurt kissed the top of her head. "I'm glad you're my sister, too. Now, how about we try to get some sleep? I'll stay with you until you fall asleep."

Sarah nodded, feeling a sense of peace wash over her. With Kurt by her side, she knew she could face her fears and find the strength to move forward.

As the days turned into weeks, the Hudmel family grew even closer. Burt and Carole provided a loving environment for Puck and Sarah, helping them heal from their past traumas. The Glee Club continued to be a source of support and friendship, reminding them that they were never alone.

Puck found solace in his music, using it as an outlet for his emotions. He wrote songs about his experiences, channeling his pain into something beautiful. Sarah, too, found comfort in the melodies, often joining Puck in singing and playing instruments.

Together, they faced the challenges of their new life, knowing they had each other and a family that loved them unconditionally. And with time, the wounds of the past began to heal, replaced by the strength and resilience that came from the love and support of their new family.

As the weeks passed, Sarah was drawn to the music room at McKinley High, where the Glee Club rehearsed. The melodies and harmonies provided comfort and connection to her mother. One day, she mustered the courage to approach Mr. Schuester after a rehearsal.

"Mr. Schue?" Sarah's voice was small but determined.

Mr. Schuester turned to her with a warm smile. "Hey, Sarah. What can I do for you?"

Sarah took a deep breath, her hands trembling slightly. "I was wondering if I could sing a song for my mom. I want to honor her memory."

Mr. Schuester's expression softened with understanding. "Of course, Sarah. We'd be honored to have you sing. Do you have a song in mind?"

Sarah nodded, her eyes glistening with tears. "I want to sing 'Because of You' by Kelly Clarkson. It was one of her favorite songs."

Mr. Schuester placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "That's a beautiful choice, Sarah. We'll make sure it's a special performance."

On the day of the performance, the Glee Club gathered in the auditorium. The stage was set, and the lights dimmed as Sarah approached the microphone. She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest.

As the music began to play, Sarah's voice filled the room, clear and strong:

(Sarah)

I will not make the same mistakes that you did

I will not let myself cause my heart so much misery

The lyrics resonated deeply with her, each word a tribute to her mother's strength and resilience. The audience was captivated, their eyes glistening with tears as they listened to Sarah's heartfelt performance.

Because of you

I never stray too far from the sidewalk

Because of you

I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt

As she sang, Sarah felt a sense of connection to her mother, the pain of her loss mingling with the love and memories they shared. The Glee Club members watched with admiration, their support unwavering.

When the song came to an end, the auditorium erupted in applause. Sarah looked out at the sea of faces, her heart swelling with gratitude. She had honored her mother's memory in the best way she knew how through the power of music.

Mr. Schuester approached her, his eyes filled with pride. "That was incredible, Sarah. Your mom would be so proud of you."

Sarah smiled through her tears, feeling a sense of peace. "Thank you, Mr. Schue. It means a lot."

As she stepped off the stage, Puck and Kurt were there to greet her, their faces beaming with pride. Puck pulled her into a tight hug. "You were amazing, Sarah."

Kurt nodded, his eyes shining. "You were. Mom would be so proud."

Sarah felt a warmth spread through her, knowing she had a family that loved and supported her. With their help, she knew she could face anything that came her way.

A few days after her heartfelt performance, Sarah longed for a deeper connection to her mother. She decided to visit her mom's grave and sing another song that had a special meaning. She knew exactly who she wanted to accompany her.

One evening, as the family gathered in the living room, Sarah approached Kurt, who was reading a book on the couch. "Kurt, can I ask you something?"

Kurt looked up, his face softening with a smile. "Of course, Sarah. What's on your mind?"

Sarah took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly. "I want to go to the cemetery to see Mom. And I want to sing 'Independence Day' by Martina McBride for her. Will you come with me?"

Kurt's eyes filled with understanding and compassion. "I'd be honored to go with you, Sarah. When do you want to go?"

"Tomorrow," Sarah replied, her voice steadying. "After school."

Kurt nodded. "It's a plan. We'll go together."

The next day after school, Kurt and Sarah went to the cemetery. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm golden glow over the rows of headstones. They walked silent, each lost in their thoughts until they reached Norah's grave.

Sarah knelt, placing a small bouquet on the grave. She took a deep breath, her eyes glistening with tears. "Hi, Mom. I miss you so much."

Kurt stood beside her, offering silent support. Sarah looked up at him, her voice trembling. "I'm going to sing for her now."

Kurt nodded, giving her an encouraging smile. "Take your time, Sarah. I'm right here."

Sarah took a deep breath and began to sing "Independence Day" by Martina McBride. Her voice was filled with emotion, each word a tribute to her mother's strength and resilience. The song echoed through the quiet cemetery, a poignant reminder of their shared love and loss.

As she sang, Sarah felt a sense of connection to her mother, the pain of her loss mingling with the pride she felt in honoring her memory. She wiped away her tears when she finished and looked up at Kurt.

"Thank you for being here with me," Sarah said softly.

Kurt knelt beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "You're so brave, Sarah. Your mom would be incredibly proud of you."

Sarah leaned into Kurt's embrace, finding comfort in his presence. "I just want to make her proud."

Kurt smiled, his eyes filled with warmth. "You already have. And you have a whole family here who loves and supports you."

As they stood up and began to walk back to the car, Sarah felt a sense of peace wash over her. She knew that with Kurt and the rest of her new family by her side, she could face anything that came her way.

The choir room was filled with the soft hum of conversation as the Glee Club gathered for rehearsal. Puck, Sarah, and Kurt sat together, their bond growing stronger. Sarah looked up at Puck, her eyes filled with sadness and determination.

"Puck, can you sing 'Tears In Heaven' for Mom?" Sarah asked softly.

Puck nodded, his heart aching at the request. "Of course, Sarah. Anything for you."

As Puck prepared to sing, the door to the choir room burst open, and Nick stormed in, his face contorted with rage. "Where are my kids?" he demanded, as his voice echoed through the room.

Finn, Mr. Schuester, and Burt quickly moved to block Nick's path, their expressions resolute. "You need to leave, Nick," Burt said firmly. "Puck and Sarah are not yours anymore."

Nick's eyes narrowed, his fists clenching at his sides. "You can't keep them from me. They're my children."

Mr. Schuester stepped forward, his voice calm but authoritative. "Nick, you need to leave. This is not the place for this."

Finn beside Burt, added, "They're safe here, and we're not going to let you hurt them anymore."

Nick's face twisted with fury, but he knew he was outnumbered. He took a step back, his eyes burning with anger. "This isn't over," he spat before turning and storming out of the school.

As the door closed behind him, the tension in the room slowly dissipated. Burt turned to Puck and Sarah, his expression softening. "You're safe now. He won't hurt you again."

Puck took a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly as he picked up his guitar. He looked at Sarah, who gave him an encouraging nod. With a steadying breath, Puck began to play the opening chords of "Tears In Heaven."

His voice was filled with emotion as he sang, each word a tribute to their mother and the pain of their loss. The Glee Club listened in silence, their hearts aching for their friends.

(Puck)

Would it be the same

If I saw you in heaven?

I must be strong and carry on

Cause I know I don't belong here in heaven

As Puck's voice filled the room, Sarah closed her eyes, letting the music wash over her. The pain of their loss was still fresh, but the love and support of their new family gave them the strength to carry on.

When the song ended, the room was silent, the weight of the moment hanging in the air. Puck looked at Sarah, his eyes filled with tears. "I miss her so much," he whispered.

Sarah nodded, her tears falling freely. "Me too, Puck. But we're going to be okay. We have each other."

Kurt wrapped an arm around Sarah, offering her a comforting smile. "And you have all of us. We're a family now."

As the others gathered around them, offering hugs and words of support, Puck and Sarah felt a sense of peace. They knew the road ahead would be difficult, but with the love and support of their new family, they could face anything that came their way.

Chapter 2 will be up soon.