Title: There's More to You Than What You're Showing
Characters: The entire glee club, Mr. Shuester, Burt Hummel, Carol, Sarah Puckerman
Pairing: Eventual Puck/Kurt
Genre: Family, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, AU
Warnings: un-betaed, slash, AU
Rating: NC-17 eventually
Discalimer: I do not own glee or any of it's characters nor do I own anything else you may recognize

Summary: There's more to Puck than the person he wants everyone to believe he is, and Kurt's going to find out just what that is.

A/N: Just be warned, this is my first multichaptered glee fic, so be easy on me.

Chapter 1

6 am always came too early for Puck's liking. He grumbled as he rolled over and swatted at his alarm clock until he was able to shut the annoying object off. With a sigh, he pulled himself from the warm confines of his bed to start his day.

After pulling on a pair of jeans and a form fitting t-shirt, Puck trailed down the narrow hall of the 2 bedroom apartment until he reached his sister's room. Pushing the door open, Puck stepped inside and was standing next to the bed in three quick strides. He moved a toy horse out of the way before kneeling down next to the bed, reaching out to gently push her bangs back from her forehead he softly called out to her.

"Hey Squirt, it's time to get up." He cooed gently

The little girl stirred slightly, her brown eyes fluttering open to stare up at her brother. Puck smiled down at her as he pulled her blankets back to keep her from pulling them over her head and snuggling back down for some more sleep.

"It's morning, Squirt." He told her with a smile, "Time to get up and get dressed. Do you want a bagel or cereal for breakfast?" he asked as he stood back up.

The little girl tiredly rubbed her eyes with her small fists as she thought about the choices. "Can I have a warm bagel?" she asked innocently, looking up at Puck.

"You mean Toasted?" he clarified and she nodded. "Sure. You want butter on it? Or cream cheese?"

"Butter please." She requested, pushing herself into a sitting position and swinging her legs over the side of the bed.

"Alright. Get dressed, and dress warm. It's going to be cold outside." He advised before leaving the room and heading for the kitchen.

*The people who smile the most are usually hurting the worst*

"Noah? Why do we have school?" An small, innocent voice asked from the passenger's seat of Puck's truck as they drove towards the elementary school.

"Because we need to learn stuff." Puck stated, looking over at his sister before turning his gaze back to the road.

"Why can't you teach me stuff?" The six year old questioned, staring over at her big brother.

"Because I'm not good at learning, so I'll be horrible at teaching." Puck reasoned.

"Well I hate school!" The girl informed him with a furrowed brow and arms crossed over her chest.

"Why? Someone picking on you?" Puck inquired, trying to stay calm at the thought of some other shrimpy kid picking on his baby sister.

"No. It's just boring! And the other kids are stupid."

Puck sighed as he pulled up in front of his sister's school. Throwing the truck into Park and turning to face the little girl, Puck reached out and cupper her chin, tilting her face up until she was looking at him.

"Sarah, you're only in first grade. Try to have fun. You'll have plenty of time to hate it later." He told her, smiling softly and twirling one of her lose curls around his finger. "I have to work after school, so the Superplay van will be here after school to pick you up. You'll eat dinner there, and I'll pick you up at 7:30, okay?"

"Okay Noah." Sarah agreed with a nod.

"Alright, I'll see you later Squirt. Have fun!" he told her and she rolled her eyes. "I love you." He added quickly.

"I love you too Noah." The girl replied with a smile before exiting the vehicle.

*I have to make sure my mask is firmly in place before I leave me house every morning*

Puck waited for her to get in the front door of the large brick school building before driving towards McKinley High.

The moment the front two wheels of his car hit the asphalt of William McKinley High School, a transformation took place. He was no longer Noah, Sarah's loving and adoring big brother who could make every scraped knee better. Instead, he was Puck, the jerk of a football player who threw nerds into dumpsters and fooled around with Santana Lopez in the janitor's closet between classes.

At least that's what he used to do. Since joining glee club, he hadn't thrown anyone into dumpsters or given anyone a slushie facial. He hadn't even seen the inside of the janitors closed for months. You're mother running off to go to "rehab" in a different state leaving you to care for you sister had a sobering effect. It definitely made Puck grow up awfully fast. While he was glad his mother was finally getting some help after ten years of drinking herself under the table, she should've given him some sort of heads up instead of a note taped to the fridge one morning.

Though he hadn't been particularly mean to anyone for a while now, the nerds still parted like the red sea, letting him pass by the moment he stepped through the front doors. As he rounded the corner into the hall that led to his first period class, he heard the familiar sound of shaved ice and artificial flavor splashing onto the tiled floor of the school. He looked over his shoulder to find Karofsky and Azimio slapping hands and laughing at a now very orange looking Artie. With a sigh, Puck backtracked a little too where his locker was. Opening the metal closet, Puck picked up a towel he was sure was fairly clean before heading towards Artie.

"Be glad it's not cherry. You'd look like a tomato for the rest of the day." He said as he handed the towel to the other teen.

Artie looked up at Puck in surprise. "Thank you."

Puck merely nodded before continuing on down the hall to his original destination. Sliding into his desk at the back of the room, Puck settled down to ready himself for another day of the hell he called life.

A/N: That was the first chapter. I have a few already written, so please let me know if this is something you would be interested in me continuing, or if it's stupid and I should just scrap it. ~Katy