You're Not Alone ~1/?~
Title:You're Not Alone ~1/?~
Author: saar_fantasy
Characters: Noah 'Puck' Puckerman, Sarah Puckerman, Ayla Puckerman, New Directions
Word Count: ~1.500
Rating: PG
Warnings: Minor character death, don't read if you have a trigger for cancer.
Disclaimer: I don't own these people in real life. I know...It's very sad.
Summary: based on this prompt on the glee_angst_meme comm. by ice_whisper : Puck has been skipping Glee for the last few weeks and everyone is getting angry at him for it. Regionals is coming up. They don't have time to deal with Puck slacking off.They had no idea that Puck's sister was dying. There was nothing more the doctors could do for her and the doctors were saying that she'd be gone soon. When that happened, there was no way he would be anywhere but right next to her.
Notes: It's basically a Puck-centric fic with a HUGE amount of Puck/Kurt, Puck/Sam, Puck/Santana and Puck/Rachel friendship. What else do you expect from me? lol
"What's wrong with you, Noah?"
Puck's head snapped up when he heard Rachel's shrilly voice yell irritatedly at him.
"What do you mean?" he asked, going for nonchalant like he always did, "There's nothing wrong with me."
"Then why do you keep staring at your phone the whole time? You don't sing, you don't dance. You barely even show up Actually, this is the first time in weeks that we see you here again. Normally you at least try and participate, but now..."
"What's it to you?"
"What's it to me?" Rachel asked exasperated, "Noah, you're ruining our chances at winning Regionals when you keep things up like this."
Puck glanced around, seeing everyone stare at him and Rachel. But the worst thing was, they all seemed to agree with Rachel. Puck could tell from the looks on their faces.
"Just tell us what's going on." Rachel said, a bit more quiet now, "Maybe we can help..."
Puck let out a very awkward sounding laugh, "You can't help me, Berry. Nobody can."
"We can try."
"Yeah dude," Finn chose that moment to speak up as well, "You've been acting really weird lately. Even at football practice you seem kind of out of it."
Puck huffed, rubbing at his eyes with the palms of his hands. "I don't own you guys an explanation. I just have some stuff on my mind, alright?"
"I understand, Puck," mr. Schuester this time, "Everybody has it a little rough from time to time. Even I have my own problems, but, you'll have to learn how to deal with them and not let them interfere with other things you do. Other things you love. If we want to win Nationals, I have to be sure that everyone will try their best, 100%. Can you do that?"
Puck looked around, seeing everyone's expecting gaze turned to him, and sighed.
"Yeah, mr. Schue. I'll do my best."
~~++~~
"What the hell is wrong with you, Puckerman?!"
Puck blinked up from his place on the ground, where he was now lying on his back after being tackled.
It hadn't even been such a hard tackle, but Puck just hadn't seen it coming.
His head is somewhere else...
"Well?" coach Beiste asked again and that's when Puck noticed that he hadn't answered her yet.
"I'm fine coach," Puck muttered, taking Sam's outstretched hand to help himself get pulled up from the ground.
"You weren't paying attention, Puckerman. You do realize we have a big match ahead of us, don't you?"
"Yes, coach."
"Then get your head in the game or I'll have to place you on the bench. You know that I like you, but I can't have players on that field who are not fully concentrated on the game. You understand me?"
"Yes coach."
"You better."
With that, coach Beiste left Puck and Sam to go inspect on the other boys and Puck could feel Sam's eyes boring into him.
He couldn't handle the question that he knewwhat was going to come, so he steeled himself for it.
"Dude, what's wrong with you?"
The question didn't sound accusing, but more concerned then anything else, which seemed to somehow irritate Puck even more.
"There's nothing wrong with me!" he snapped, "How many times do I have to tell you people this?"
He knew some of the guys around them had stopped their training and where watching them, but he didn't care and neither did Sam.
"That's bullshit, Puck. You're not showing up for Glee club, you're slacking off on football. What the fuck is going on?"
Puck's hands balled into fists by his sides as he took a step closer to Sam, who didn't back off.
"Listen here, fake blondie," Puck snarled, "Like I said before in Glee club, I don't own you guys an explanation. I don't own you guys anything."
"You're gonna cause us to lose."
"Big deal!" Puck shouted into Sam's face, "This might be a newsflash for you, but there are more important things in life than football or fucking Glee club. Schue and Rachel can nag all they want and Coach can place me on the bench or kick me off the team, I don't fucking care anymore!"
"Puck-"
Sam tried to reach out to the other boy, but Puck took a step back and slapped Sam's arm away.
"Just leave me alone."
With that, Puck started walking away, taking his helmet off, completely ignoring Coach Beiste's voice calling out to him to get his ass back on the field.
He had another place to be right now. Somewhere much more important then stupid football.
~~++~~
Puck knocked on the all too familiar door in the sadly very familiar children's ward in the hospital.
"Come in."
It was his mother that called out to him and he slowly opened the door. There, sitting by the, far too big for his sister, hospital bed was his mother, holding onto one of the hands of said little sister.
It's not like she was that little, but in that stupid bed she always looked very, very small. And fragile, which was probably normal under the circumstances.
He stepped closer to the bed and saw that his sister was sleeping so he took a seat on the chair next to the bed, on the other side of the bed than his mom was sitting.
His mother still hadn't said a word since he stepped into the room and it started to worry him. When he looked over at her, she didn't meet his gaze and he felt his heart drop and his stomach turn unpleasantly.
"Ma?" he asked quietly, "Ma, what's going on?"
Ayla Puckerman did look up at her son then with red rimmed eyes and tear stains on her cheeks.
Puck just gaped at her as she spoke ever so quietly. Her voice hoarse and shaky.
"It's not gonna take long anymore, Noah."
Puck swallowed harshly, trying to swallow down the lump that had formed in his throat.
"Did...Did doctor Lopez tell you that?"
All Puck's mom did was nod and Puck had to fight back his tears when he asked the next question.
"How long?"
"A few weeks. Two months at the most."
"T-two months?"
"At the most..."
"That isn't fair!"
"I know it isn't, but, Noah-"
"I want to talk to Dr. Lopez. Right now. There has to be something he can do about this."
"Noh-Noh?"
Puck stopped his outburst when he heard the weak, soft voice of his sister calling out to him with the nickname she had given her.
He looked down at the girl and forced a smile on his face, taking her free hand into his.
"Hey Sarah," he said softly, "How are you feeling?"
Pretty stupid question, but what else was he supposed to ask?
"Tired," she replied with a yawn to make it all the more real.
Puck chuckled softly and pressed a kiss against his sister's temple.
"You can go back to sleep if you're feeling so tired."
Sarah shook her head, trying to stifle her yawn this time.
"No. I don't want to sleep while you're here."
Puck looked over at his mother, who eyed him quizically, then looked back at his sister.
"Just go back to sleep, I have to go do something first. I'll wake you up when I'm back."
"Noah-" his mother tried but Puck silenced her with one of his steely looks that said it wasn't open for discussion.
Sarah nodded and closed her eyes, quickly falling back to sleep.
"Noah, you can't force the doctor to do anything."
"I'm not planning on forcing him," Puck retorded, standing up to walk to the door, "I'm just gonna talk to him."
Ayla sighed but nodded, "Just don't expect any miracles to happen."
Puck looked down at his mother with an unreadable look on his face.
"I stopped believing in miracles a long, long time ago."
With that said, Puck left the room in search of doctor Lopez. He wanted to hear for himself what the verdict of his sister was.
Even if he wouldn't like what the doctor had to say. Puck simply had to know.
Author: saar_fantasy
Characters: Noah 'Puck' Puckerman, Sarah Puckerman, Ayla Puckerman, New Directions
Word Count: ~1.500
Rating: PG
Warnings: Minor character death, don't read if you have a trigger for cancer.
Disclaimer: I don't own these people in real life. I know...It's very sad.
Summary: based on this prompt on the glee_angst_meme comm. by ice_whisper : Puck has been skipping Glee for the last few weeks and everyone is getting angry at him for it. Regionals is coming up. They don't have time to deal with Puck slacking off.They had no idea that Puck's sister was dying. There was nothing more the doctors could do for her and the doctors were saying that she'd be gone soon. When that happened, there was no way he would be anywhere but right next to her.
Notes: It's basically a Puck-centric fic with a HUGE amount of Puck/Kurt, Puck/Sam, Puck/Santana and Puck/Rachel friendship. What else do you expect from me? lol
"What's wrong with you, Noah?"
Puck's head snapped up when he heard Rachel's shrilly voice yell irritatedly at him.
"What do you mean?" he asked, going for nonchalant like he always did, "There's nothing wrong with me."
"Then why do you keep staring at your phone the whole time? You don't sing, you don't dance. You barely even show up Actually, this is the first time in weeks that we see you here again. Normally you at least try and participate, but now..."
"What's it to you?"
"What's it to me?" Rachel asked exasperated, "Noah, you're ruining our chances at winning Regionals when you keep things up like this."
Puck glanced around, seeing everyone stare at him and Rachel. But the worst thing was, they all seemed to agree with Rachel. Puck could tell from the looks on their faces.
"Just tell us what's going on." Rachel said, a bit more quiet now, "Maybe we can help..."
Puck let out a very awkward sounding laugh, "You can't help me, Berry. Nobody can."
"We can try."
"Yeah dude," Finn chose that moment to speak up as well, "You've been acting really weird lately. Even at football practice you seem kind of out of it."
Puck huffed, rubbing at his eyes with the palms of his hands. "I don't own you guys an explanation. I just have some stuff on my mind, alright?"
"I understand, Puck," mr. Schuester this time, "Everybody has it a little rough from time to time. Even I have my own problems, but, you'll have to learn how to deal with them and not let them interfere with other things you do. Other things you love. If we want to win Nationals, I have to be sure that everyone will try their best, 100%. Can you do that?"
Puck looked around, seeing everyone's expecting gaze turned to him, and sighed.
"Yeah, mr. Schue. I'll do my best."
~~++~~
"What the hell is wrong with you, Puckerman?!"
Puck blinked up from his place on the ground, where he was now lying on his back after being tackled.
It hadn't even been such a hard tackle, but Puck just hadn't seen it coming.
His head is somewhere else...
"Well?" coach Beiste asked again and that's when Puck noticed that he hadn't answered her yet.
"I'm fine coach," Puck muttered, taking Sam's outstretched hand to help himself get pulled up from the ground.
"You weren't paying attention, Puckerman. You do realize we have a big match ahead of us, don't you?"
"Yes, coach."
"Then get your head in the game or I'll have to place you on the bench. You know that I like you, but I can't have players on that field who are not fully concentrated on the game. You understand me?"
"Yes coach."
"You better."
With that, coach Beiste left Puck and Sam to go inspect on the other boys and Puck could feel Sam's eyes boring into him.
He couldn't handle the question that he knewwhat was going to come, so he steeled himself for it.
"Dude, what's wrong with you?"
The question didn't sound accusing, but more concerned then anything else, which seemed to somehow irritate Puck even more.
"There's nothing wrong with me!" he snapped, "How many times do I have to tell you people this?"
He knew some of the guys around them had stopped their training and where watching them, but he didn't care and neither did Sam.
"That's bullshit, Puck. You're not showing up for Glee club, you're slacking off on football. What the fuck is going on?"
Puck's hands balled into fists by his sides as he took a step closer to Sam, who didn't back off.
"Listen here, fake blondie," Puck snarled, "Like I said before in Glee club, I don't own you guys an explanation. I don't own you guys anything."
"You're gonna cause us to lose."
"Big deal!" Puck shouted into Sam's face, "This might be a newsflash for you, but there are more important things in life than football or fucking Glee club. Schue and Rachel can nag all they want and Coach can place me on the bench or kick me off the team, I don't fucking care anymore!"
"Puck-"
Sam tried to reach out to the other boy, but Puck took a step back and slapped Sam's arm away.
"Just leave me alone."
With that, Puck started walking away, taking his helmet off, completely ignoring Coach Beiste's voice calling out to him to get his ass back on the field.
He had another place to be right now. Somewhere much more important then stupid football.
~~++~~
Puck knocked on the all too familiar door in the sadly very familiar children's ward in the hospital.
"Come in."
It was his mother that called out to him and he slowly opened the door. There, sitting by the, far too big for his sister, hospital bed was his mother, holding onto one of the hands of said little sister.
It's not like she was that little, but in that stupid bed she always looked very, very small. And fragile, which was probably normal under the circumstances.
He stepped closer to the bed and saw that his sister was sleeping so he took a seat on the chair next to the bed, on the other side of the bed than his mom was sitting.
His mother still hadn't said a word since he stepped into the room and it started to worry him. When he looked over at her, she didn't meet his gaze and he felt his heart drop and his stomach turn unpleasantly.
"Ma?" he asked quietly, "Ma, what's going on?"
Ayla Puckerman did look up at her son then with red rimmed eyes and tear stains on her cheeks.
Puck just gaped at her as she spoke ever so quietly. Her voice hoarse and shaky.
"It's not gonna take long anymore, Noah."
Puck swallowed harshly, trying to swallow down the lump that had formed in his throat.
"Did...Did doctor Lopez tell you that?"
All Puck's mom did was nod and Puck had to fight back his tears when he asked the next question.
"How long?"
"A few weeks. Two months at the most."
"T-two months?"
"At the most..."
"That isn't fair!"
"I know it isn't, but, Noah-"
"I want to talk to Dr. Lopez. Right now. There has to be something he can do about this."
"Noh-Noh?"
Puck stopped his outburst when he heard the weak, soft voice of his sister calling out to him with the nickname she had given her.
He looked down at the girl and forced a smile on his face, taking her free hand into his.
"Hey Sarah," he said softly, "How are you feeling?"
Pretty stupid question, but what else was he supposed to ask?
"Tired," she replied with a yawn to make it all the more real.
Puck chuckled softly and pressed a kiss against his sister's temple.
"You can go back to sleep if you're feeling so tired."
Sarah shook her head, trying to stifle her yawn this time.
"No. I don't want to sleep while you're here."
Puck looked over at his mother, who eyed him quizically, then looked back at his sister.
"Just go back to sleep, I have to go do something first. I'll wake you up when I'm back."
"Noah-" his mother tried but Puck silenced her with one of his steely looks that said it wasn't open for discussion.
Sarah nodded and closed her eyes, quickly falling back to sleep.
"Noah, you can't force the doctor to do anything."
"I'm not planning on forcing him," Puck retorded, standing up to walk to the door, "I'm just gonna talk to him."
Ayla sighed but nodded, "Just don't expect any miracles to happen."
Puck looked down at his mother with an unreadable look on his face.
"I stopped believing in miracles a long, long time ago."
With that said, Puck left the room in search of doctor Lopez. He wanted to hear for himself what the verdict of his sister was.
Even if he wouldn't like what the doctor had to say. Puck simply had to know.