All the best cowboys have daddy issues...
Who? Puck and Santana
Where? Puck's house, then Santana's house
When? A few weeks after the black eye incident. Saturday morning, around 11
Rating: R is the most likely choice...
Saturday morning found Puck waking up in his own bed (a change in and of itself, given his penchant for spending the night elsewhere), and rolling over to glance at the clock. He groaned when he realized he'd woken up before AM had even turned to PM, and tried to turn back over to go back to sleep.
But that was when he heard it. The muted sound of crying from down the hall. Puck tossed his blankets back, and padded barefoot down the hall to Chava's room. "What's wrong, babe?" he asked his younger sister.
"Daddy's gone," she said quietly. "He got called away on an emergency..."
Fury coursed through Puck's body, even as he held his little sister close and tried to comfort her. The girl clung to the stupid stuffed animal that his stupid asshole father had bought her, and Puck couldn't think about anything but finding the bastard and killing him.
Once Chava was quieted down, Puck tried to figure out what to do next. Killing his dad sounded like a fantastic plan, but for that to work, he'd have to know where the man went. So, as it stood, he really had only one place to go... if he were, in fact, lucky enough to be allowed back in.
He got into his truck, and drove toward Santana's house, while calling his dad up. Voicemail picked up, and Puck rolled his eyes at it. "You've reached Moses Puckerman... Leave me a message, and I'll call you back."
Rage filling his every word, Puck spat the words angrily, "I told you you'd leave, you stupid son of a bitch. How 'bout you do us a goddamn favor and never come back. Fuck you."
Ending the call, Puck hurled his cell across the truck, not even noticing as it hit the window, and fell into the seat.
Unsure as to how this would go, he parked his truck in the Lopez driveway, and walked up to the door. As he'd done so many times before, he rang the doorbell, but this time, he stood back just a little. After he'd insulted Brittany, Santana's moods toward him had been somewhat unpredictable, and he had no intention of redoing the black eye damage again.
Where? Puck's house, then Santana's house
When? A few weeks after the black eye incident. Saturday morning, around 11
Rating: R is the most likely choice...
Saturday morning found Puck waking up in his own bed (a change in and of itself, given his penchant for spending the night elsewhere), and rolling over to glance at the clock. He groaned when he realized he'd woken up before AM had even turned to PM, and tried to turn back over to go back to sleep.
But that was when he heard it. The muted sound of crying from down the hall. Puck tossed his blankets back, and padded barefoot down the hall to Chava's room. "What's wrong, babe?" he asked his younger sister.
"Daddy's gone," she said quietly. "He got called away on an emergency..."
Fury coursed through Puck's body, even as he held his little sister close and tried to comfort her. The girl clung to the stupid stuffed animal that his stupid asshole father had bought her, and Puck couldn't think about anything but finding the bastard and killing him.
Once Chava was quieted down, Puck tried to figure out what to do next. Killing his dad sounded like a fantastic plan, but for that to work, he'd have to know where the man went. So, as it stood, he really had only one place to go... if he were, in fact, lucky enough to be allowed back in.
He got into his truck, and drove toward Santana's house, while calling his dad up. Voicemail picked up, and Puck rolled his eyes at it. "You've reached Moses Puckerman... Leave me a message, and I'll call you back."
Rage filling his every word, Puck spat the words angrily, "I told you you'd leave, you stupid son of a bitch. How 'bout you do us a goddamn favor and never come back. Fuck you."
Ending the call, Puck hurled his cell across the truck, not even noticing as it hit the window, and fell into the seat.
Unsure as to how this would go, he parked his truck in the Lopez driveway, and walked up to the door. As he'd done so many times before, he rang the doorbell, but this time, he stood back just a little. After he'd insulted Brittany, Santana's moods toward him had been somewhat unpredictable, and he had no intention of redoing the black eye damage again.