Polarized | Finn Hudson

Noah Puckerman

(Trigger Warning:  Bullying, and Drug Abuse and Usage)

Noah Puckerman. When everyone heard that name at school, they flew away in terror, became disgusted, or approached him for a one night stand. But, truth be told, he never wanted that. He wanted to talk to everyone normally, like he had never commited any crimes, cheated on anything or anyone, or took his anger out on anyone for no reason. That, though, is all he could do. Express his emotions by harming others.  Because he had experienced it all too.

A dead beat dad, and alcoholic mom, and a terrible school situation didn't mix well. It never does for anyone. All the way up until the seventh grade, Noah attended a school in South Ohio in Wapakoneta, where Neil Armstrong originated. His mom choose that place for her and her son once his dad left, thinking "If a guy landed on a moon is from there, everyone has to be smart!" Of course, she thought of that when she was downing at least two cases of Miller Lite.

Right from the start, he was bullied. First about his humongous glasses that sat crooked on his face. Then, his weight, and how he kept his hair. Noah was always called "No one Noah", and it may have seen just like a silly name on the outside, but it made him feel worst about himself, how he'd become no one. He wanted to be someone, and something, but they weren't helping. The anger began to build up inside of him. In the summer time before seventh grade, he had enough. He waited until his mom has heavily drunk, even helping her down bottle after bottle, he was able to take the money that was saved up somehow and then convince his mom to get a new house in Lima. She couldn't back out of it a week later when she realized what she was doing, so they packed everything into two weeks and headed for Lima.

The day before school started, Noah was frightened. He didn't want this school to end up just like the last one. He cried in the bathroom as he took a pair of scissors and cut any hair he could see through the water works. He had calmed down and noticed he left a bunch in the middle, so he carefully took a pair of clippers and shaved the sides and trimmed down the middle and created a clean cut and surprisingly even Mohawk. He went to his closet and pulled out any clothes that represented him as 'Gay' at his old school, leaving a few graphic tees and black tank tops. Noah now wanted to be called Puck, wanting to leave behind his old self.

All the anger that was built up inside of him unleashed these last few years, getting involved with the wrong people, bullying the others the way he was, and even doing drugs in the eighth grade and going into high school. Weed and Cocaine is all he could get ahold of, so he used it as much as could to drive his anger more and more. He wanted people to feel the hell he lived, every foul mouth sentence that came out of his mouth made him drive to do it more.  Dealers would give him free passes to get the killers for free, but when bills started falling short, he picked up a job as a pool cleaner to help pay for everything.

Once Glee club came around to his knowledge, he bullied every kid who dared to touch the sign up paper, truth be told he wanted to sign his name as well. He never did, in fears that he would lose his ranking in this damned school. But, his couch stuck him and few others forcefully in the club after some drama of him bullying and picking on Finn for being in it. He put on a disturbed and ugly face about the club even though deep down inside, expressing himself made him heal in some sorts.

After deciding to stay in the club, he came forth to Mr. Schuester about his problems secretly, and Mr. Schuester was ready to help. Since his mom was mentally enable to enroll, she could at least sign over permission to Will to help Puck. So, that summer after ninth grade, Puck took the summer and even a month off of school to do minor rehab. It was a struggle, but he more than ready to come back to Glee club and find his happiness again. Of course, things weren't perfect at home school, but he had finally found a way to cope and heal.

Puck: Yeah. Da-da-da-da-da-da. Ooh, yeah. Hey, If I could I would feel nothing, that's the truth and I don't care. Mix prescriptions with prescriptions, It's not right but life's not fair. Ridin' next to me in droptop, wearin' croptop, that's bad snitch. All designer when we go out, just so people know we rich. Underneath it all the truth is that I really feel like shit. I'm so sick of being tired I'm so tired of being sick. I ain't never killed nobody, I ain't never sold a brick. Got some OGs that once told me keep my nose clean but I sniff.

Mr. Schuester let the kids perform in the auditorium rather than awkwardly in the Glee club room, providing props, the dance team, and lighting to aid their emotion. But all Puck wanted was dim red lights around him, and not on him, to hide his face and only show his silhouette.

Puck: Cause if I could I would feel nothing that's the truth and I don't care, baby. That's the truth and I don't care, mix the Henny with these pills, the world is cold and life's not fair, baby. The world is cold and life's not fair. So let's just love, no strings attached. Let's just love and after that, I'ma take you home. And you won't call me on the phone, it's all good, I wanted that. It's all good, I wanted that, no feelings, no strings attached, girl. Da-da-da-da-da-da, yeah.

Everyone was giving the opportunity to make custom shirts, just a simple white tee with any writing on it. So Puck had Broken written across the chest.

Puck: February, weather's scary I need notes on how to live. Call my mama, always drama she need money for them kids. Another tour, another war I sold my soul, I hit a lick. If I die and go to hell  swear to God I'm gon' be pissed.  I've been prayin', I'm just sayin' keep my hands clean off that sin. I've been prayin' layin' in a bed I loved a hundred in. I've been prayin' they won't find me laying somewhere in a ditch. Got some best friends that I lost cause shit I did when I was lit.

You could hear the emotion as he sang and rap. His voice eventually started to crack, and you could even slightly hear something drip onto the sensitive microphone and sizzle.

Puck: Cause if I could I would feel nothing that's the truth and I don't care, baby. That's the truth and I don't care, mix the Henny with these pills, the world is cold and life's not fair, baby. The world is cold and life's not fair.