A/N-My second story! Originally, a oneshot, but I decided to make it a little longer. Puck's POV in this chapter, though it may switch up. This chapter doesn't have any of our favourite crazy ambitious girl, but we get to see some of sweet Puck. Enjoy!

Thanks to all of my reviewers and everyone who favorited my last story! You guys made my week.

Video Camera

Chapter 1: Decisions

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

It was a Saturday night and where was I? Rushing around my house, pulling open random drawers and throwing things onto the floor. Hell, I was on my hands and knees, poking through things. Just like a normal Saturday night, actually, I chuckled, but I groaned at my current situation and forced myself to focus back onto my search.

It all started about an hour ago. I was sitting at my computer when my brat sister ran into my room yelling something about her Barbies. From what I could understand, she was going on about a giant wedding and how I had to attend.

I'd rather burn in hell.

And I told her as much. Well in different words, of course. Last thing I needed was for that little devil to run down to the mother and tattle about my use of the 'h-word'. Hour-long lectures? Fuck no.

After ignoring some whining and her throwing a fit, I managed to get her out of my room.

Now, before you judge, I'm a fucking awesome brother, trust me. In fact, I was getting her out of my room for her own good. Let's just say that if she turned and saw what had been on the computer screen when she barged in…she'd have some graphic scenes for her dolls to play out during their honeymoon.

Anyway, the point is, during her fit, my sister managed to knock over a pile of papers that I had on a table. When she was out, I moved to throw the papers back into a pile when I saw a bright yellow flyer. Not remembering what it was, I pulled it out and skimmed it.

When I saw the black and white picture at the top of the page, my mind clicked. Frantic, I checked for a date. The flyer was for a contest, one that I had to enter. I finally found the time that the contest closed. Tonight, a minute before midnight. Shit.

Cue me looking around the house like a madman to find our video camera. I swear, that thing about the tiny goblins that live in your house? It's fucking true. Somehow, those little assholes steal all the shit you need and return it way too late.

I mean, to enter the contest, I had to upload a video of myself. Fuck, even that sounds queer. It's like I've suddenly grown a vagina. Or become Kurt. Look at me filming myself! Just like Berry and her stupid Myspace videos.

Not that I've actually seen those videos. I mean, they're stupid. Even though she is kinda hot in them. Fuck.

Wait, Rachel has a video camera…I pushed that thought out of my mind. There's no way I'm asking Berry for this.

But then… A niggling voice in the back of my head made itself known. I shut that thought up too and looked harder.

Five minutes later, I decided that I'd just have to ask for help searching. The decision was unnecessary though. My mom was asleep on the couch after a long shift at work and I couldn't find it in me to wake her up, after all she did for the family.

I risked asking my sister instead. I knocked on her door. "Hey squirt," I called.

She didn't respond right away, so I pressed my ear to her door and heard a little sniffle. After knocking again, she spoke. "Go away, Noah. We don't need him at your wedding, do we, Barbie?"

I felt a pang of guilt after hearing that and remembering everything that I had done to her earlier. Along with the guilt came a flash of irritation at my softness, but I suppressed that with a sigh. I might deny it while at school, but my mother and sister were the only ones who could ever question my badassness.

The annoying little voice in my brain led on. They're not the only ones, Noah. I pressed myself to focus back on my sister. Voices in my head. Fucking fabulous. Not only am I a complete failure at life, I'm also fucking psycho. Fuck.

Before the tinny voice could reproach my constant use of the f-word (cause that's absolutely normal) I called back through the door, saying, "Look, I'm sorry alright?" I took the silence as a confirmation that she was listening. "Next time one of your dolls does anything important, save me a seat in the front row; I'll be there."

I heard a giggle, and a whispered "D'you hear that Barbie? Noah's gonna come for your one day anniversary!"

I tried to stop it, but my kid sister's fun brought a wry smile to my face. But knowing that I wasn't completely forgiven, I decided to give her some time to forget. "Well, I'm going out for a little while, okay? If you need anything, Ma's downstairs sleeping. But only wake her up if you really need to. She's really tired."

"Okay, Noah!" There she was. Satisfied that she was no longer angry at me, I realized what I had just said and decided.

I suppose it made sense. I wasn't getting anywhere with my search and I was on a deadline. Damn my procrastination. The end of me, I swear. The voice in my head listed all the reasons why it was a good idea. Everyone knew that she had a fully functional video camera, and there was no fucking way I would film myself in front of one of the guys. I didn't care what she thought of me really. Besides, she owes me one. Probably. Maybe.

Whatever the reason, that voice had wormed its way into my head and convinced my conscious mind gleefully. Stop fussing, Noah. It's a perfectly rational idea. You trust her.

I pushed the voice down and rushed down the stairs.

I was going to pay a visit to Rachel Berry.

A/N-A little more serious, but I hope you liked it! Review please!