Why am I still awake? (It's 3:32 AM here, btw). Anyway, this is the Puck/Peter outtake from the last chapter. I'm sorry if there's typos or anything. I'm sleepy and wanted to get this out!

Before she knew it, Puck was kicking the females out before the game started. Rachel still hadn't figured out what important game it was (or even what sport was playing), but she didn't hesitate to leave the two men alone. She had to admit that she'd love to be a fly on the wall for the conversation though.

"You'd think that since Rachel still goes to Ohio State, she would probably know about how important March Madness is. She's still clueless." Puck said, flipping to ESPN. March Madness was one of Puck's favorite times of the year, especially since he was an alum from a team always in the bracket.

"She's got to know something about the Buckeyes." Peter said, making himself comfortable on Puck's other couch. Eli was spread across the floor, wrapped up in his favorite blanket.

Now that he was over his pre-game high, Puck realized that he was alone. With Peter. And he still wasn't a big fan of the idea. In fact, it was feeling majorly awkward.

"Wanna beer or something?" Puck asked. He figured he'd be nice at least while the game was on TV. When commercials came on, then he'd show off his guns—hopefully, not literally—Rachel would be livid if she knew he pulled a gun out on Peter. She didn't even know Puck owned a gun as a result of his & Finn's adventure into the world of gangsta rap.

"Let's try that Jack. I think you'll enjoy it." Peter said. Puck went into the kitchen and pulled out two shot glasses. Peter looked a little apprehensive to take a shot. Puck liked that.

"I haven't taken shots since… God knows when. I forgot you're only in your twenties. I will say that you'll want to take this bottle slow though."

"You think I can't handle it?"

"No, you look like a man who can handle Jack Daniels. But it's good stuff. Top notch." Peter said, approaching the kitchen bar. Puck smirked and poured the shots anyway. He sat one in front of Peter and raised his eyebrow. Peter looked uncomfortable but picked up the shot glass anyway. Puck took his and savored the burn. A few moments later Peter finally struggled through his. Puck clubbed him on the back and returned to his seat since the game had returned from commercial.

"See, wasn't that bad was it?" Puck asked. He was actually glad Peter suggested drinking the Jack. It was like Puck's own badassness elixir. Like Popeye. He was pretty legit, but when he ate that spinach he was unstoppable. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Puck resolved to order a season of Popeye the Sailor Man on DVD so Eli could see how real cartoons were.

Ohio State was in the lead, so Puck wasn't too worried about the game. He turned to Peter with the most serious face he could muster. It was time to fire away with questions. Puck didn't know too much about the guy, only that his mother was ass upside down (it made a lot more sense to Puck than "head over heels") obsessed with the guy.

"So what do you do for a living?"

"I'm an investment banker." Puck had no idea what that was, but he never heard of a banker who was broke.

"Where'd you go to school?"

"I went to a small school up north for undergraduate and I received my MBA from Boston University."

"So how the hell'd you end up in Lima?" Puck asked. Oh, he was only beginning.

"My former wife and I moved down here about 15 years ago to take care of her ailing father and I've been here ever since."

"Where's your wife now?"

"Dead." Peter said. He grinned at Puck's surprised expression. "She died in a car accident. Is it my turn for the questions?"

"No. And sorry about your wife. How can you be so into my mom if—"

"My wife died. It hurt like hell when it happened, but through the years I've started to open myself up slowly. When I was in the hospital, Rebecca was one of the few people who cared for me. I have no family. I have no children. To be laid up in a hospital with a random case of pneumonia was eye-opening. I could have died and had no one know."

"So, you're into her because you're lonely."

"Oh yes, I was absolutely lonely. But your mother has breathed life back into me Noah. She's a ray of light in my life. She makes me incredibly happy. Yes, I loved my first wife. She meant the world to me. But she's not here anymore. I can't change that. And I can't sit around lonely because she's not coming back. What I can do is love your mother, a woman who's been there for me since the time we were strangers. I will love her for as long as she'll let me." Peter said. Puck couldn't sit down in front of the man anymore. If Peter said one more thing about loving his mother, Puck was really going to strike him. He walked into the kitchen to give himself some distance, but Peter stood up and approached the bar.

"You know she's been hurt before right. Like seriously hurt. I will not let that ever happen to her again."

"Noah, I'm not your father."

"Damn right you aren't." Puck snapped. Peter shook his head at Puck.

"You're an adult, I'm not trying to be your father as in guardian. But I'm also not your biological father. What he did to your mother, to you, and to Hannah was unspeakable. That's not the type of man I am. I would never, ever purposely betray Rebecca's trust or hurt her. And the same goes for your sister, for Rachel, and Eli. Even you Noah." Peter said sincerely. Puck scoffed. He didn't mean to because Peter actually did sound genuine, but it was just an automatic response for him.

"I'm kind of over this conversation." Puck said honestly. He felt like his sanity was holding on by a thread. The conversation with Peter was becoming uncomfortable and he felt himself getting angry about it.

"I do have one more thing I'd like to bring up."

"Look Peter, I'm really trying to not be a complete asshole here. This whole thing is new to me, so I'm trying to actually give you the time of day. But this is just too much right now. Can we just watch the game and talk afterwards?"

"Sure." Peter said, pouring another shot for the both them. Puck let him take it first then he followed behind and went to sit back on the couch. Only when he tried to watch the game, he couldn't focus on it. His dad kept popping up in the back of his mind. More specifically, it was the memory of when he realized that his dad was never coming back.

"You know, while we were on a roll I think we should really continue." Peter said, breaking Puck out of his thoughts. It was probably a good thing because Puck was getting angrier by the second. He swore that if he knew where his father lived, he'd go kick his ass.

"I guess." Puck mumbled.

"Noah." Peter paused all dramatically. "I want to marry your mother."

Just when I thought this conversation couldn't get any fucking worse. Puck thought to himself. He didn't say a word and Peter took that as an invitation to keep talking.

"You see, the reason why we're here this weekend is for me to propose to your mother. I already asked Hannah and she approved. I wanted to do to come and ask you as well."

"And if I say no?"

"Well, I still plan on proposing tomorrow anyway. But I'd love to have your blessing." Peter said. Puck felt like he could break something. That's why Rachel had been so adamant about him meeting with Peter! He wondered if Finn knew too?

"Well if you're going to do it anyway what the fuck are you bringing this up to me for?"

"I know how protective you are of your mother and I wanted to let you know that if you agree, she'd be in good hands. Rebecca and Hannah. I'd take care of them so you can focus on your family."

"So you're trying to erase me from the family picture?"

"Noah, don't be ridiculous."

"Fuck you! This is ridiculous!" Puck yelled. He was so loud that he woke Eli up. The toddler sat up and rubbed his eyes. He ran onto Puck's lap and eventually settled back to sleep. Rachel would be mad that Eli hadn't had his bath yet, but that wasn't the least of Puck's concerns. He was pissed at Rachel anyway.

"Noah, we're not going to make this into a cockfight. We're speaking man to man. If you honestly feel like I'm hurting your mother, let me know." Peter said. Puck really wanted to knock Peter out. He thanked God he was holding Eli, otherwise he couldn't be held accountable for where his fist may end up. Peter took Puck's silence as a cue to continue, but at that point Puck tuned him out. He'd already missed too much of the game dealing with the Peter issue. And Peter must have realized because he stopped talking. Puck was relieved.

After Ohio State won (definitely the only good part of the night), Puck turned off the television and sighed.

"Are you ready?" Puck asked. Rachel had driven Peter's car over to her apartment, so Puck would have to deliver Peter over there.

"I am. Are you okay to drive?" Peter asked. Puck scoffed again and grabbed his keys off the counter, opening the front door for Peter to walk out. He locked up, put Eli in his car seat, and got into the driver's seat. He knew he had to give his approval to Peter. If not, it'd cause a major shitstorm for the rest of his life. His mother was happy, probably the happiest he's ever seen her since his father left. Hannah was happy too. Peter was a douche (he really wasn't), but he made his girls happy—even Rachel. Fuck.

"Fine." Puck said. They were halfway to Rachel's apartment by then.

"Fine what?"

"You know what I'm talking about. Marry my mom. You have my permission." Puck said. Peter smiled wide and patted Puck on the shoulder out of genuine happiness. Puck figured he was on a happy high because Peter would have probably known not to touch him otherwise.

"I'm not calling you dad or anything lame like that. I still don't know if I like you or not." Puck said.

"It's okay Noah. I think I'll grow on you after a while." Peter said. "I'm glad you consented. I'd feel awful having to go through this knowing you didn't approve. Rachel told me about some really great restaurants to take your mother to for tomorrow. Do you have any suggestions?"

"Yeah one. You need to stop talking. This is too much for one night." Puck said, stopping in front of Rachel's apartment. "She's 3B."
"Understandable. And thanks for everything. I'll tell Rachel to come down." Peter said, getting out of the car.

Puck was sour as hell. But he couldn't help but feel a little happy for his old batty mother. She did deserve it. And Rachel deserved whatever extreme wedding planning was coming her way.