If I owned #GLEE… Oh the possibilities! I could defiantly write something witty here, but I'm a crappy writer as it is so, yeah. I do not own this.

Also, the reason Puck didn't know was that his mother didn't want to tell him cause he'd scare Burt away and Kurt wanted to be the one to tell him, but due to the excitement he simply forgot.

This is in the same universe as "Deadbeat Parent's and Disappointments."

Puck and Rachel began to walk out of the choir room after a lengthy Glee session full of Mr. Shue's bad white guy rap, when Kurt called them back over to him. He stood proudly in his Cheerio uniform looking over a massive piece of cardboard that was filled with an assortment of fabrics.

"Puck! I wanted your opinion on this. It's a swatch board. I'm redecorating my bedroom and I'm kind of going for a hunting lodge meets Tom Ford's place in Bel Air. I was kinda hoping you could help me out with the hunting lodge part."

Kurt looked up hopefully at the mo-hawked clad teen and was disappointed to see the blank look of confusion that normally Finn sported upon both Puck and Rachel's faces.

"The fuck?" Puck mumbled. "We're going to leave now…"

Puck pulled Rachel out of the room and the lecture she was giving him on 'proper conversation etiquette' could be heard as they walked down the school's corridor towards the Janitor's closet.

After school that day, Rachel and Puck were doing a little more than just making out on her bed and just as things were about to get heated his phone rang with his sisters ringtone. Puck rushed to get it and as he got off Rachel she let out a loud whine at the loss of contact, he smirked whilst answering his phone.

"What's up?"

Rachel could hear how frantic his sister was and began to gather her clothes from the floor and put them on.

"What? Wait! Mum's doing what now with the furniture?"

10 minutes later, he screeched his truck up outside his house to see a moving van that contained majority of his lounge room and his mother's room. He quickly shut off his engine and ran inside with his girlfriend following him closely behind.

His saw his sister Hannah first sitting on their staircase with tears streaming down her cheeks. Rachel rushed over to her and tried to soothe her, whilst Puck walked around his home looking for his mum. He finally found her in their backyard talking on the phone.

"MA! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?"

She quickly hung up the phone and put it down on the outdoor table setting. He also noticed that his barbeque was gone. WHO TAKES A MANS BARBEQUE? The panic began to rise in his chest as he thought that they had finally gone broke and the IRS had come to repo their belongings.

"What do you mean 'what's going on'? You've known that we were going to move for a few weeks now haven't you?"

Puck's mouth dropped open. His mother continued to stare at him with confusion.

"No! Was I fucking drugged when you told me this? Did somebody drug me Ma? I could have been raped!"

His mum gave out a hearty laugh which made him immediately call her a bitch in his mind. Being raped was no laughing matter.

"Calm down drama queen. You were not drugged or raped. Kurt said that he was going to tell you and today he was supposed to ask you about colour schemes for your room."

Now it was Puck's turn to be confused. Why was Kurt supposed to be asking about his bedroom's colour scheme? His mother pushed on though.

"Well, I guess that he was just so excited that he forgot to tell you and just went straight to the planning of your room!"

"Ma. What have you done?"

She looked up at him and smiled.

"I'm seeing someone and he asked us to move in with him. It's your friends Kurt's father. Burt Hummel."

People like to gossip about how Noah Puckerman was scarily similar to Chuck Norris and he's pretty sure good ol' Chuck would have passed out too if he had found out his mum was doin' the nasty with Burt Hummel.

When he woke up he was in the hospital with 14 stiches in the back of his head and to say it hurt was an understatement. He looked around his room with bleary eyes and noticed Rachel lying next to him with her make-up all run down her face from crying.

One of her arms was thrown over his stomach so he brought up one of his hands to join hers. The contact jerked her awake and looked around to find the disturbance. She noticed his face was turned towards hers with his eyes shut. Tears slowly began to fall from her eyes again.

"Hi baby"

He let a grunt because talking right now was so not an option. The light from the hallway hurt his eyes and he could feel the migraine coming. Rachel got up and out of the bed noticing his discomfort and went to sit in one of the arm chairs provided, but when he grasped her arm she stopped.

"Stay. Light's bright."

She ran a hand over his forehead to wipe away the sweat that had collected there when he thought she was leaving. Rachel quickly and quietly went to the door of his room and shut it, effectively blocking out some of the light from his face. She went back to the bed and got comfortable again, shutting her eyes and holding his large hand with her small one.

When he woke up again it was lunchtime the next day and he was alone. He looked around to try and find the nurses button or a phone. Anything to help him figure out what the hell happened. He finally found the hospital phone and as he was about to pick it up when his mother, along with his little sister and Rachel walked in.

He smiled at the site of his girlfriend and grimaced as he thought about the last time he saw his mother. All 3 girls held a Styrofoam cup full of coffee (Or hot chocolate in his sisters place.) Rachel came over and kissed him softly on the lips. A clearing of someone's throat stopped them from further kissing another.

He looked pointedly at his mother. He knew she was just going to continue on from their last conversation despite the fact that he'd passed out and cracked his head open. His movements were still groggy, but he wanted to feel his head and see if there was going to be an awesome scar or lump at least, but as he moved his hand, he didn't feel the usual roughness of his Mohawk.

He thought that maybe, because of the drugs, he hadn't quite reached the middle of his head and began running his hand all around it. A panicked expression crossed his face. His little sister chose that moment to speak up.

"They had to shave it off cause all your blood was sticking to it when they were trying to stitch your big head back up."

She gave a toothy grin and his panicked expression turned to one of anger.

"So let me get this straight. I've lost my house and now my Mohawks gone?" He turned to Rachel. "Baby, if you leave me, I'm jumping off the roof of this hospital."

Rachel rolled her eyes and sat down in an armchair next to his bed, holding his hand.

"Well, I guess that solves the problem on whether or not he would remember much."

His mother rolled her eyes.

"I swear Rachel; he's a bigger drama queen than you are sometimes"

Puck frowned.

"Alright. Here's what's going to happen. You'll be discharged in a couple of hours and then you're going to come home with me to Burt's house where all your stuff is."

He went to protest, but she just carried on.

"Don't give me lip. Rachel packed all your stuff up and then unpacked it all in your room with Kurt. I didn't see any of it, so you better take her out to dinner or something to make up for it."

Puck's panicked expression made a triumphant return when he found out he was going to be sharing a room with Kurt. Rachel sat back and tried to relax because she knew that this bit of information was going to send him off the cliff.

"We're sharing a room together?"

Puck always had a bad reaction when he lost enough blood to need a transfusion. When he was 6 years old, his dad beat him to a pulp and he fell down some stairs. He had smacked into the wooden step so hard that it had broken the skin of his back and resulted in him needed 37 stitches, so he'd had more than enough experience with blood transferral.

He couldn't go more than a few metres without having to stop because he'd get too dizzy or people would move to fast and he would chuck, and right now? That bad reaction was rearing its ugly head.

Rachel had called a taxi to take them to the Hummel/Puckerman household. Rachel was sitting in the backseat with Puck rubbing his back as he was being sick into the bucket the hospital provided him. Motion sickness was another symptom of his bad reaction. The cab pulled up in front of the house.

"Do you need another minute, or can you come inside now?"

There was too much happening to him at the moment. His head was spinning, his stomach was lurching and he could feel another migraine coming on. He didn't know what to do with himself.

He let out a helpless whine and Rachel opened up the car door helping find his feet on the ground. She gave the driver money and they began to walk to the front door at snails pace. He made his way up the stairs to the front door and leant against the door frame. He watched as his girlfriend fiddled with her keys until she found the correct one and unlocked the front door.

As they walked through the house he noticed boxes upon boxes that had yet to be unpacked within all the rooms. Everyone was in the kitchen at the back of the house and all looked up as they entered the room.

His mum smiled and grabbed her purse.

"Good, you guys are back. I'm off to go get dinner. I'll be home soon, meanwhile Noah. Why don't you have a shower?"

He didn't even argue, just grunted his answer in return. Rachel sat him down on a chair and rushed to go and talk to his mum about something quickly before she left. He looked around the kitchen and noticed things from his house there, like all the pictures that his little sister had created, made with Macaroni noodles and icy pole sticks.

Burt sat a glass or water down in front of him and grabbed the bucket off him and rinsed it in the sink. Kurt was studying him from the other side of the room with both of his elbows on the table and his head resting on his hands.

Rachel came back into the room and rubbed her hands over his shoulders.

"I'll just grab you some sweats and you can have a shower."

She pressed a kiss to the side of his head and left the room again.

He picked up the glass of water and slowly drank some of it. He was starting to feel a bit better being outside of the hospital, but still felt like he'd passed out and cracked his head open on a concrete slab… Oh wait!

He finished his water just as Rachel came back into the room with his clothes in her hands. She helped him stand up slowly and walked him to the bathroom. He could faintly hear Burt telling her to stay with him so that he didn't die whilst showering. Maybe living with Burt wouldn't be so bad after all. Despite his aching head, he still gave a lecherous smirk.

After Rach had helped him out of the shower and into his sweats, she made him a plate full of cut up fruit considering he still wasn't keeping anything down and attempted at trying to get him to take his medications.

"No way, Rach. It tastes like shit and it'll make me gag."

Well, he thought he was saying this, but in reality he was still slurring his words because of the fucking happy gas he had been put on. His doctor said it was only supposed to last up to 9 hours, but he was nearly hitting the 24 mark and it didn't seem to be disappearing anytime soon. His doctor failed to mention that it only lasted 9 hours if you eat and manage to keep it down. Fucking bastard.

"If you drink this, I'll flash you"

"Baby, I'm still tripping out. Right now you're wearing nothing at all. At least that's what it looks like to me."

Burt let out a chuckle as he watched the scene play out in front of him. He stopped when Rachel sent a glare his way. She slammed the spoon down on the table and rubbed her eyes. She'd been catering to Puck's every need since he'd arrived at the hospital. She really needed a break.

"I'll be back in a minute."

He nodded and grabbed the bucket from the table and sat it in between his legs, holding his face above it.

She walked out to the front of the house and sat on the porch swing. She took a few calming breaths and looked around the night sky. Inside she could hear her boyfriend gagging and a string of profanities. She assumed that he'd taken the medicine. The front door opened and out came her boyfriends little sister, Hannah.

She jumped up and onto the swing with Rachel, grabbing the brunettes hand and giving it a comforting squeeze.

"He's trying to be better. For you he's trying. Noah isn't used to having someone care about him and wait on him."

Rachel gave her a confused look. Hannah continued.

"Every time he gets sick, mum doesn't really seem to care." At Rachel's look of mortification she hurriedly continued. "It's not that she doesn't love him, she does, but majority of the time, I think that she thinks he deserves it. I mean look at him, Rachel."

Tears brimmed in Rachel's eyes. She could still hear Noah gagging and Kurt squealing.

"He wouldn't exactly be the winner of the child of the year award"

She nodded and went back inside. She needed to readjust her patience when it came to her boyfriend. She needed him to know that she wasn't going anywhere.

She walked back into the kitchen to see Kurt standing in his slushie raincoat holding a wooden spoon (?) as his choice of protection, And Burt holding out the bucket ready for Puck to throw back up. She looked down at her boyfriend to see tears springing in his eyes. She could see that he'd taken the medicine, but she swore that she heard him throw everything back up. She looked to the adult with questioning eyes.

"He took his meds, but hasn't chucked yet. He's holding it back, but he looks like he's going to hurt himself to be completely honest."

She looked back down to Noah. He had his eyes shut and a hand over his forehead. She sighed.

"Baby, it's alright. You can throw up. We'll just get you into bed and try to sleep it off"

He slowly shook his head. His knee started bouncing and he began to get jittery. It was sort of like when someone had the hiccups and didn't want them anymore. So they hold their breath until they're gone. Rachel began to worry that he was going to pass out.

She instructed him to keep breathing while she ran a hand across his back in soothing circles. He let out a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes. Everyone was staring at him. He sent a quick glare to Kurt who was still holding that damn wooden spoon!

"Are you ok?"

He looked to Rachel and nodded. Burt set another glass of water in front of him and he slowly drank from it.

"Alright, well let's get you into bed."

She helped him stand up, but then he shook her hand off him to try and regain some of his balance on his own. The room span for a few seconds, but then it stilled and he could see straight. He followed Rachel down the stairs into the basement, which was now Kurt's and his room.

It was natural instinct for him to size it up and make note on which stairs were the one's that made noise. There weren't any windows, which was going to make it quite difficult for him to sneak in or out to see Rachel, but he could think about that later. His eyes swept around the room and he noticed his laptop sitting upon his old dresser.

His desk sat in the corner with his CD's, DVD's and posters stacked neatly on top of it. Some photo frames that he'd had since he was a kid were there also, but left in a pile so that he could arrange it how he felt.

And then, smack bang in the middle of the room was something he'd never ever thought he would have to use. A bunk bed. Rachel softly laughed at his look of mortification. Kurt ran over to it and began to act like one of the models from the Price is right or some shit. He was waving his arms around the beds like they were some prized possession.

"Baby, I've got to go home. I spent the night at the hospital and all day today with you and I told my dads that I'd be home tonight. I'll call you tomorrow morning to see how you feel."

Rachel quickly kissed him on the cheek and left him with Kurt. And the bunk bed.

He walked hesitantly over it and sat down on the bottom bunk. It wasn't as comfortable as his old mattress, but for tonight it would have to do. He and Rach could break it in later. He smirked at the thought and lay down. Kurt finally finished rubbing green crap onto his face, turned the lights off and went upstairs, whispering goodnight as he left.

Puck tried to get comfortable, but there was something digging into his back. He felt around underneath himself and found his mobile phone. As he was placing it under his pillow so he wouldn't lose it during the night, it began to buzz indicating that he had a new text message.

He flipped it open to see an unopened envelope on the screen with "Wifey" written on it. He remembered the day well when she was going through his phone and discovered that she was only under "Rachel Berry." She'd jokingly put her name as 'Wifey', but he had never changed it. He smiled and clicked the accept button to open the message.

Wifey 9:04pm: You know that I abhor this kind of juvenile behaviour, but since you've had a pretty hard past 2 days and what would seem to be a hard next few months, I felt an exception was needed.

He scrolled down through all the text to the attachment that came with it. It was a picture of Rachel, in one of his t-shirts and nothing else. She pouted playfully into the camera. Everyone thought he was a boob's man, but when it came to his girlfriend, he was a legs man hands down and in this photo they were shown off in all their bare glory.

He smirked and set the photo as his phone wallpaper and then typed out his reply.

Rachel sent her boyfriend the text and settled into her bed. She needed to go to school the next day, but doubted she even make it out of bed with the lack of sleep she'd had over the weekend.

Her phone buzzed with 'New text message from Husband' on the screen and she smiled. She loved getting text messages from him just so she could read to word 'husband.' Her name on his phone was 'Wifey', but she was sure that he'd changed it to something derogatory by now. She hit the accept button on the message.

Husband 9:07pm: Thnx baby. I hope dis brightens ur nite ;)

She frowned and scrolled down to the attachment. She let out a laugh at the photo of his penis, rolled over and went to sleep.

Ok, so Sassy26 told me not to be a, and I quote "Review Whore," so now when if I ask for reviews I feel incredibly guilty. #subliminalmessagesftw ;)

If you want this to continue, can you please help me out because I don't know where to go from here. You're help really would be appreciated!