Author's Note: Oh my god! You have no idea how bad I feel. I know I havn't updated in a long time and I feel terrible. I'm not going to make excuses for the lack of updates, but do know that this story isn't the only one I took a break from. Actually, I didn't write anything for a month. Also, I'm going to tell you guys now. No matter how long I take to update, I will update. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and please forgive me.

Warnings: m/m, language

Disclaimer: Yea…I don't own Glee…

Puck walked off in a hurried step, clutching the strap of his backpack which was flung over his right shoulder. He stared down at the ground as he moved. His face was wet and his eyes bloodshot. The teen was sniffling as he tried to process what he had just done. Had he really just done that? It all happened so fast. After years of building up walls to protect him from the world, to keep him hidden from everyone…from himself, he just let them tumble down so easily. He let his guard down, and now everyone knew who he really was.

"Fucking idiot!" he yelled angrily as he slammed his backpack to the ground harshly. His shoulders rose and fell as he looked around, searching for an outlet to his frustration. The angry features on his face suddenly shifted into a confused look.

'The field? How did I get here?' he thought to himself. The field was barren, as it usually was during after school activities. A sad smile formed on the mohawked teens lips. At least he could be alone. He gave a scoff. He's always been alone. He could be in a room full of people he's known since elementary school, and he'd still manage to find a corner and keep to himself.

Puck sighed to himself. It came out a breathy exhalation of air. He found himself trudging towards the locker rooms. He pushed the door open and walked over to the locker he used for football. The teen always had an extra set of clothes ready. He opened his locker and took out the clothes and a large white towel before he walked over to the showers, quickly stripping himself as he walked. By the time he reached the shower, the only thing he had on were his black boxer briefs. The muscular teen hooked his thumbs inside the material and slid them down his bare thighs. He slowly turned the water on, making sure to move the temperature dial to hot. The scorching stream of water pelted against his tense shoulders and steadily began to relax his muscles. He closed in eyes in bliss as shifted his weight so he was leaning to the side, supported by the tile shower divider.

For a few minutes Puck just leaned there, desperately trying to keep his mind at ease, but he could feel his attempts failing. Torturous thoughts were beginning to find themselves back in his mind. His brows furrowed as he opened his eyes angrily. He slammed his fists hard against the tile wall opposite of him as he let out a frustrated growl.

"Why can't you just fucking leave it alone?" he angrily exclaimed through gritted teeth. The muscles of his back relaxed and his shoulders dropped. His face softened slightly into the form of a defeated look. He lowered his gaze and fell to the ground. The teen leaned against the cold tile, his knees brought up so he was able to lean on them. He could feel the return of the feeling he had gotten so used to by now. The irritation behind his eyes signaling the waters were about to flood. This time he freely let them fall as the shower hid the tears.

He didn't know how long he'd been there, long enough for the hot water to run out. Even as the freezing liquid hit his body, he continued his crying, absently staring off. He felt numb, but the feeling wasn't due to the water. After a while, Puck got enough sense to turn the shower off and change back into some clothes. He opened the door of the locker room expecting to be met by the hot rays off the sun meeting his skin, but instead was surprised to be acquainted by a dark, cloudy night and the sound of crickets chirping in the distance.

'How long was in there?' he thought.

Regardless, Puck trudged on forward across the field. He had to go to work. He was already an hour late for his shift. He knew this wouldn't be a very big problem considering he'd had a one-hundred percent on time attendance up until now. In fact, the muscular young man often impressed his co-workers by even coming early some days. They pat his back and compliment his maturity with a warm smile. The mohawked teen couldn't help but smile as the image came to mind.

'They only think I'm mature because they don't know why I'm early…'

Large double doors slid open automatically as Puck rushed in. He ignored the confused looks he was being given as he walked past several of the other super market employees. He walked to the back of the store and walked up the stairs that led to the second floor which was only accessible by employees. The teen shrugged off his backpack rummaging through it for his employee ID card. He quickly got it out and held it under the attendance scanner. He put the card in his pocket and walked over to the changing rooms. Usually, Puck would go home and drop off his stuff, but he hadn't had the luxury today, so he stuffed it in his locker after taking out the mandatory sky blue vests everyone had to wear.

Puck gently dropped a large cardboard box down on the floor unceremoniously with a bored expression on his face. He took out a small box cutter from his back pocket and bent down to rip the box open. Once open, he dropped down to the ground sitting with his legs crossed. He started pulling out packages of toilet paper and went on to setting them neatly. He knew the most important part of stacking the products is to make the base neatly. He couldn't have a large toilet paper pyramid collapsing on some poor shopper. The teen couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his lips at the mere thought. He found himself feeling a lot better than he was earlier. He just needed some time with his thoughts. The athletic young man was distracted by a shadow falling over him from behind. He could tell from the shadow that it was a man. He halted his actions and turned around with a smile on his face.

"Can I help you with something sir?" he asked the man. The man looked down at him with a friendly smile. He was wearing a white "Bass Pro Shop" hat with a red, plaid shirt and faded blue jeans. Puck instantly felt a sense of nervousness wash over him. The adult just seemed like the kind of guy you don't disappoint.

"Yes actually. I was hoping you could tell me where I could find some car lubricant?" the man said. Puck was surprised to hear that the elder's voice wasn't rude and harsh, but soft and polite.

"Yes sir. The car lubricant is at the end of aisle fourteen, right next to the cleaning products." The man looked down at him amusedly as he nodded.

"Thanks son, but don't call me sir. It makes me feel old. You can call me Burt," Burt said as he extended his hand down to Puck. Puck grinned up at him and shook his hand with a firm grip.

"Nice to meet you Burt. My name's Noah, but everyone calls me Puck."

"Noah it is then. I've never really been a fan of nicknames," Burt laughed. Puck joined in and nodded his head.

"Well, it was nice meeting you Noah. You're doing a great job. I can tell you're a responsible young man," the older man stated. Puck looked up at him with a half-hearted smile and nodded his thanks. Burt turned to leave and Puck turned back around to continue his stacking before his eyes widened and his movement was halted by the sound of a familiar voice.

"Okay dad I got your beer. Can we go now?"

Sorry for the shortness. I just couldn't find myself passing this point. It seemed like a good endpoint. Again, I'm sorry for not updating sooner. If it wasn't for a friend of mine (you know who you are), I probably wouldn't have updated today. I'll definitely write sooner. PLZ REVIEW! It means everything to me!

-GohanRules out!