Hell to the Uh Oh

Puck

Puck was glad Marc had cigarettes on him. He didn't have a thing to smoke but he needed it. Puck had walked Mercedes downstairs to find out information on Mike and walked right out the double doors.

He couldn't believe he was so upset about someone he didn't know existed four months ago. He didn't even have this much pain about his mother when her last boyfriend broke her nose! It completely blew his mind that he was so hurt.

But his Mini Mama was his crime leader. He'd never had trouble getting into trouble but when they met, it was like magic. Someone did something to Mercedes and they became Bonnie and Clyde to take down the wrongdoer with reckless abandon. It was ridiculous. She had a completely twisted mind that punished justly yet cruelly. He fit into each plan with his own brand of bad that showed the person whose life they were wrecking, just who they were getting cut by.

He'd had always had to drag Finn and later Mike into his schemes but Marcy was always ahead of him with a plan. She even had backup plans and backup plans for her backup plans. They worked seamlessly to prank whoever crossed their path. Destruction was what they did best. It gave him a sense of normalcy in his rapidly changing life.

As much as he loved Mercedes and their life together, he did miss his old one sometimes. Things had changed so much so fast that he couldn't always wrap his head around it. He hated his old life but it didn't have rules, silent trauma (everyone knew Puckerman business) or old money. It was simple. Bad but simple. Marcy helped him adjust by being her simply bad self.

Pranks were simple for him. Thinking up a prank was as easy as tying his own shoes so to be able to keep it up with someone who was better at it made him feel like he was escaping the bad of his old life while keeping the familiar good.

He'd meant it when he'd told her that they were a lot alike and he was feeling the pain of that now. Now he knew what her family felt. Now he knew what her friends felt. Now he was both and it hurt. She was being operated on right that minute and it was no guarantee that she was going to be okay or even wake up.

It'd scarred him enough when she had slept the whole weekend; this was going to send him to the nuthouse! He felt like her "road-dawg" and he might be going down that road alone now. Who was going to complain about Mercedes being their conscious with him? Jam in the music room at three o'clock in the morning with him because the spirit of Van Halen awakened in them because they were high as hell? Who was going to pretend to listen to Mercedes when she told them that there was good in everybody; one just had to look? Who was going to make fun of Sam for being sensitive with him? Who was going to get high with Mike so he wouldn't be the only person with red eyes the next morning with him besides Mal?

Who was going to watch wrestling with him and make him popcorn because she had a special touch or bake holiday cookies, even though she hated the holidays and baking but knew her siblings loved them and did it for them, although she complained the whole time? Who was going to call him names that made him think she didn't like him but trip the first person to say something rude to him? Who was going to tell him that he was obviously good at sexing her sister up because of the permanent smile on her face that embarrasses everybody?

Only one person could do that but she might not survive.