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Summary: Puck was born and raised in Lima, Ohio. But it was in Sunnydale, California, he grew up. (Not updated in a while, but I'm working on it!)

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Television > GleePyretofSwedenFR18924,05012112,43116 Nov 1114 Feb 13No

NOTE: This chapter is rated FR13

I’m a Lima-Loser Baby

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Chapter One: I’m a Lima-Loser Baby

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“Come, sit down, Noah.” His mother sat at the kitchen table, a smoke in one hand and a balled up tissue in the other. She’d been crying. Great. Puck heaved a deep sigh, like it was a hardship to sit with his awesome mother for a few minutes. He slumped in his chair, because he was badass and only nerds sit up straight, even though he was nervous as hell.

“I got a phone call from Mrs. Fabray today. Apparently you know her daughter?” Nice try, Ma. I’m not falling for that one.

“Yeah… I mean, Quinn was a Cheerio and is in Glee so, she’s kind of hard to miss. She’s a total babe.” Smirk.

“I know you’d like to think you’re tough, Noah. But this is your future we’re talking about! You’ve done some stupid things before, but this takes the cake! I’m sending you to your Uncle Ira in California. I hope he can get you to straighten up and fly right! I’m too tired to try anymore.” His mother dried a tear off her cheek and took a long drag on her cigarette.

Puck just sat and stared at her for what felt like hours. His mother was sending him away! He felt a few seconds of guilt as he thought about all the shit he’d done, and what his mother must have gone through to get him out of it, but then he remembered that he was a badass, and badasses don’t care if their mothers cry.

“Ma! I can’t leave the team now! We’re on a roll.” Smirk. No-one needed to know which team he meant, but the win at Sectionals had really put a new spring in every Glee kids’ step.

“There is no discussion, Noah! You’re going and that’s final.” Another long drag; she’s going to get cancer if she keeps that up.

“When?” He didn’t want to admit it, but he was kind of apprehensive about the whole California thing. He had never been out of Lima before and now he was going clear across the country. He didn’t know how long he’d be gone and he didn’t want to ask his mother, because she might cry again. Not to mention all the weird California kids. He’d seen enough made-for-TV movies to know they were all a bunch of potheads and surfer-dudes.

“Saturday.” His mother got up and left the kitchen, probably to check on Miriam in her bedroom. She was a troublemaker too, not like Puck though, she was smart. She could be President.

Puck sat in that chair until his mother came back to start making dinner, then he went to his room to start packing. He was leaving on Saturday. Today was Thursday; tomorrow was going to be a bitch.

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The next morning, Puck brought a big duffle bag to school. He had a lot of shit in his lockers. He considered the possibility of bringing his football-gear with him. It was his, after all. He’d paid for it. But he’d get that after school, no use lugging that around all day.

“Hey, Puck. Wow, that’s a really big bag. I bet you could put a lot of peanuts in it. You don’t have any peanuts in there, though, right? ‘Cause I’m very allergic.” Brittney stood behind him and he heaved a sigh. The girl was a total babe, but dumber than a box of rocks. He would feel bad for her if he wasn’t such a badass.

“Hey, Britt.” Puck shoved the huge bag in his locker, slammed the door shut and strutted away. He was badass, and that was what a badass would do. He went to the weight room, and stayed there until the last bell before Glee practice.

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“I told them I talked to you, but they didn’t believe me because nobody saw you all day. Were you abducted by aliens? I heard that sometimes happens…” Brittney said as Puck strutted into the choir room five minutes late and in the middle of Mr. Schue’s challenge of the week pep-talk. Fuck he felt bad, not even Glee could cheer him up. He couldn’t do this.

“I’m leaving!” He turned around and was about to walk out the door when Rachel Berry caught his arm.

“You can’t leave! Where are you going? We just won Sectionals and we need you to win Regionals, if not for your talent then for your name on the roll call. We need 12 members, Noah!”

“Not my problem, I’m going to California. Good riddance, losers!” He shook Berry off his arm and continued out of the room. He didn’t get far before Quinn was running after him, calling his name.

“Puck! What the hell are you talking about? You’re really leaving? How can you leave me? Leave us? I thought you wanted to be here!” Puck hated it when chicks cried; he got really uncomfortable and could never figure out what to do with his hands. So he crossed his arms over his chest and glared.

“Who do you think you’re kidding, Quinn? We both know you’re going to give the baby up and even if I do want to be there for her, it doesn’t matter what I want. But this California thing is good. I’m a screw-up and I need to work on that. I can’t do that in Lima. Here I’m just another Lima-loser.” Puck let his arms fall, and for a second thought he was going to cry. He cleared his throat and started walking again, obviously not running away. He just needed to get out of there. He was almost looking forward to leaving. Not looking forward to going away, but ending this angst-fest everything had turned into.

“When are you coming back?” Quinn sobbed behind him.

“Don’t know.” Puck rounded the corner and didn’t look back, because Puck was a badass, and badasses don’t let their girlfriends see them on the verge of tears.

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End of Chapter One

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