I'm not starting another story, I promise. This is just a collection of moments between episodes/scenes in canon.

They'll be out of order and randomly updated. I was inspired by the very talented Latbfan's Bourbon Before Breakfast.

This is really just a writing exercise for when I run out of inspiration. They'll focus mainly around Puck and Rachel although the scenes may be about the other characters/from their POV.

If you have any ideas for scenes you'd like to see then PM me. I'd like to keep everything as close to canon as possible, think of it as outtakes. M for language.

I own nothing, Enjoy!

The old leather couch was worn like everything else is his childhood home. He shifted to make himself more comfortable but he knew it was a wasted effort. His fingers picked at the label on the beer he held in his hand, was this his sixth or seventh? He blew out a breath and decided it didn't matter how many he'd had. He'd gladly drink himself into oblivion to burn from his mind the memory of her face as the train pulled away.

"Fuckk." He sighed out.

She'd been devastated as they sent her away. He'd been picturing this day for the past three years and he'd never expected tears. Not once had he considered that she'd have a hard time leaving, that she might not leave at all. His fist clenched and his eyes screwed up against the pain of his broken knuckle cracking.

He knew he shouldn't have hit Finn. Rationally he knew that the boy was broken hearted as he sent away his fiancé? Ex? Whatever. But the sight of a sobbing Rachel speeding away towards New York caused fury to rush through him and he'd needed to hit something, someone. And who better than the reason she was so hurt in the first place?

There was a flurry of hands reaching to pull the two boys apart. Puck landed another right hook and the solid crunch told him that he'd broken at least one finger but also Finn's nose. The group was finally able to pull them away from each other though they all seemed at a loss for words. Finn's nose was bleeding heavily and Puck's hand was throbbing.

"What the hell was that for?" Yelled Finn from where Mr. Schuester and Mike were holding him back.

"You're an asshole." Puck snarled.

"Puck, be fair. He just did the right thing by Rachel." Mr. Schuester reasoned.

Puck let out a bark of derisive laughter. He noticed more than a few of the group seemed to find the flaws in Schue's logic as well. Santana and Quinn seemed very affected by his words.

"He did right by Rachel? Are you fucking kidding me?" Puck shoved a finger towards Finn. "He just dumped her in front of a hundred strangers and us. He dropped her at the train station instead of marrying her. And shit, we all know they shouldn't be getting married. But how is sending her off to New York alone and crying in her best interest? How the hell is she supposed to accomplish anything when he just chewed up her fucking heart and spat it out in public?"

"Shut up Puckerman!" Finn screeched. "You don't know what you're talking about. You think I wouldn't rather be married to her right now? You think I don't love her?"

Puck struggled against the arms holding him back. "If you ever loved her in the first place you'd never have asked. You'd have realised that one last year with her was a gift you never fucking earned! You aren't good enough for her so you tried to saddle her down in this shithole. The fact that you had a last minute crisis of conscience doesn't make that better. You broke her heart asshole. I can't wait 'til she realises that you're the worst thing that ever happened to her."

He pulled away from Sam and Blaine and turned on his heel. He ignored the angry shouts that followed him out of the train station. He needed a damn drink.

It had been a few weeks and he wasn't proud to admit that he hadn't been sober since. He could just imagine how disappointed she'd be if she knew. She'd demand in that bossy little voice of hers to know why he was throwing his life away. As if the reason wasn't fucking obvious to everyone around them, everyone but her. She'd never seen it, never really seen him.

So he drank. Sue him.

He kept wondering if she'd seen his goodbye. He'd been desperate to make her smile as he formed his fingers into a heart and mouthed his confession of love. She probably hadn't noticed; she'd only ever had eyes for fucking Finn.

So he drank. Screw you.

He was still in Nowhere, Ohio despite having been so sure he'd get out. He'd spent years doing things that made his skin crawl just to get out of here. He was a fucking hooker for God's sake and he'd saved every damn penny. His dad showing up and robbing him blind was something he should have seen coming. But he'd been too busy stressing out over the Finchel engagement and trying to stop it at any cost that he hadn't seen the devious bastard coming. He'd been low and he'd let his father sucker him in.

It always came down to her didn't it? He tipped his beer to the image of her that swam in and out of his mind.

His front door opened and slammed shut but he didn't care enough to glance over his shoulder. It wasn't his mother, thank God. The last thing anybody needed was for her to see him turning into Puckerman Sr. He'd been a big fan of day drinking too.

The scent of her perfume hit him before she did. There was something about the mixture of fiery latina, sexy musk and evil that always cut through the haze of alcohol. Her palm collided with the back of his head but there was little force behind it so he knew her heart wasn't in it. She walked into view and fell back onto the couch beside him. She took the beer from his hand and drained it before reaching for another from the cooler at his feet. She passed him one and knocked her drink against his. They drank in silence for a while, Santana occasionally shifting against the hot, cracked leather of the couch.

"What's it gonna take to pull you out of this?" She asked eventually, turning to face him.

"I'm not drunk enough for this conversation." He replied, staring hard at the far wall.

"How's your hand?" She asked instead.

He didn't answer as she took it in her own and examined the bruises there. Her thumb moved over the injury with a tenderness no one could have guessed her capable of.

"Finn packed up and left for the army last night." She told him conversationally.

He looked over at her and the two of them burst out laughing. They spent the next ten minutes just howling as they tried to imagine him in fatigues, crawling through the boot camp courses and living without his mother.

"He won't make it through training." She predicted when their laughter had finally ceased.

Puck nodded his head. He wouldn't put money on those odds.

"I was wondering who I needed to fuck around here to make you smile." She joked lightly.

He raised an eyebrow and she smirked.

"I thought you were in a committed relationship with Pierce?"

Santana smiled fondly at the mention of her girlfriend. "I am. She's worried about you though, we all are." He looked away and she sighed. "She offered to have a threesome with you though. She said it used to always cheer you up."

Puck laughed. Threesomes with the two of them had certainly been a highlight of his high school experience.

"I told her I didn't think you'd be into it." She finished quietly.

He thought about arguing but he knew she was right. There was a reason he'd been drinking everything in sight and not out fucking away all of his feelings.

"I talked to her the other day." Santana announced, drawing him from his thoughts.

His eyes met hers and he didn't like the pity he saw displayed in her brown orbs.

"It still amazes me that the two of you are finally friends." He said in lieu of actually asking about her.

Santana shrugged with a guilty look. "I've always been a real bitch when I felt threatened. She stepped on my territory and I lashed out."

"Your territory?" He wondered.

"You. I hated that you fell for her even when you had full access to my hot ass."

Puck was silent.

"She's okay you know. She doesn't talk about home much but she seems to be finding her way there. She's taking classes and going to shows." Santana assured him.

"Good."

And it was good. He felt genuine relief.

"It's time for you leave Puck. Lima doesn't hold anything for you anymore. Don't become him." She finished softly.

She was right. Of course she was right. Santana, when not being a total nightmare, was one of the wisest people he knew.

"I think I'll take you up on that threesome first." He told her solemnly.

Santana studied him with a grin on her face.

"Pack your shit and I'll call Brit."

Let me know what you think? Any ideas for missing scenes? Thanks!