Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
A/N: This is an idear that came into my head, and it's an AU. And it turned into a ficlet and then it was followed by some drabbles. Enjoy!

Puck looked up when the door opened. His mouth open slightly, breathing in deep he asked, "Who are you?" He hated how his voice wavered. He actually hated more than that. His house was a mess, he didn't have any idea how to fix this.

The man who entered his house appeared to be his age. His hair was perfectly styled, his shirt very fashionable, pants a bit tight and boots with a slight heel. Puck idly noticed the light splash of freckles across his nose. He looked very out of place in the mess of Puck's house. Too clean, too perfect, too much.

"Mr. Schuester sent me." His voice was high, and Puck wondered if he was changing it from his normal one, as some sort of disguise. Puck was curious as to why Schue would have sent this guy. And how did Schue even find out about the muddle.

Muddle wasn't a word that accurately described the problem Puck found himself in.

The man went about Puck's house, moving things around, cleaning and putting some of the evidence in a bag. Puck didn't know if he could follow the man around, wouldn't be able to support his own weight. Just sitting on the floor was making him shake.

The man approached him, humming a cheery tune that didn't fit with the clash that had happened earlier. Holding open the bag, so that Puck could see it, he asked, "Is this all the stuff? Not hiding any of it, are you?"

Puck shook his head.

The man bent down to his level, "Mr. Schuester will hold your money until this is over. Then you can collect it from him, understand?" Puck nodded. "After I leave, you will call the police. You will say 'I don't know what happened. I came home this morning and saw this and called right away.' Understand?" Puck nodded. "When they ask where you were you say that you at a friend's house."

"But I wasn't." Puck blinked at the man.

"No, you weren't." The man agreed. "What we will say is that you were at my house. I will be your alibi. You were at Kurt Hummel's house. I had a party last night. You came and had a little too much to drink, I took away your keys and made you stay on my sofa. Other's will say that they saw you there too. Understand?" Puck nodded. "Say it to me."

"I came home this morning and called the police right away. I had been out all night because I went to a party at Kurt Hummel's house and I had too much to drink so he made me sleep on his couch." Puck whispered.

"Again." Kurt said.

"I came home this morning and called the police right away. I had been out all night because I went to a party at Kurt Hummel's house and I had too much to drink so he made me sleep on his couch. I came home this morning and called the police right away. I had been out all night because I went to a party at Kurt Hummel's house and I had too much to drink so he made me sleep on his couch." Puck said it twice when he noticed how Kurt Hummel hadn't been impressed.

"Good." He stood up. "I expect a call from the police soon."

Puck watched as Kurt Hummel turned and made his way to the door, "Wait."

Kurt Hummel turned. "Is there more?"
"Who are you?" Puck asked.

"I'm a cleaner." Kurt Hummel's lips twitched upwards and he left.