Puck actually turned out to be a pretty cool guy. Blaine never saw the two girls again, so he spent his time at the bar with Puck, playing the game Santana had shown him. When they had gotten bored with that, they'd go and occupy the pool table in the back. Soon enough, that became their 'thing' and everyday after work, Blaine would get a beer and meet Puck at the pool table. They wouldn't stand in silence, they'd spend the entire time talking. About what? Really anything that had come to mind. Sometimes they'd discuss why people had offed themselves, and at times they discussed their own reasons. Blaine even admitted to Puck why he had decided to slit his wrists, telling him the story of him and Nathan.

One thing about the world of the Beyond that Blaine liked was that no one judged. They had no reason to. If you were gay, then that's what you were. No one cared. Puck didn't even flinch when Blaine spoke about it, he acted as though Blaine was talking like a straight man. It was so foreign to Blaine, but he loved it.

Puck told him about the girl he had fallen in love with and had gotten pregnant on accident. After she had found out, he found out she really didn't love him like he loved her. And without him knowing she had gotten an abortion. Blaine realized that Puck hadn't been talking about a love for a girlfriend that drove him to kill himself, it was the love for the daughter he had never gotten to meet because of the selfishness of this Quinn girl.

During one of their games of pool, Puck stalled on his turn. He gripped his pool stick in both hands and cleared his throat. "So. I've got a really weird question to ask."

Blaine shrugged and leaned against the wall, taking a drink from his beer bottle. "Shoot away."

"Um. What would you say to meeting my family?" He asked slowly.

Blaine choked on his drink surprised by the question, and when he was able to compose himself he knit his eyebrows together. "What?"

Puck's eyes widened and he held out a hand, his palm facing Blaine as he shook it. "No, no, no. Not like that. I mean- just come over for dinner or something so they see I actually have a friend and I'm not making you up."

Blaine nodded, but still watched Puck closely. "Wait- family?"

"Yeah," Puck went back to shooting, getting a ball in the corner pocket. "My mom, my dad and my little sister."

Blaine crossed his ankles and chewed on his lip for a moment. "How is your entire family here? Did they all.... You know?"

Puck nodded as he aimed again. "They all offed themselves. I was the last one. My mom the first."

Blaine nodded, "Oh, I see... I guess..."

Puck swore as the ball he hit missed the hole and stepped back to let Blaine line up his stick. "My mom was sick and was tired of all the pain. So while in the hospital she had done something to her medicine and caused a air bubble to travel through the tube and all that medical shit. And she died. I was young, so I can't tell you exactly." Puck shrugged as Blaine made two balls in. "My dad �just couldn't go on without her I guess. He hung himself in our living room on the ceiling fan, a picture of him and mom clutched in his hand. I found him when I was 10."

"Harsh." Blaine murmured, getting a third ball in before missing.

"Yeah," Puck muttered. "Then there was my sister two years ago. 13 years old. Slit her throat. Over bullying." Puck shook his head, missing. "Sad. A 13 year old beauty. Bullied till she couldn't go on anymore. I still wish I could have kicked those kids' asses."

"Oh wow. I'm sorry," Blaine said.

"Yeah. Well. We're all together again. So it doesn't matter." Puck blew at the chalked tip of his stick. "So. Will you come meet them?"

Blaine got another ball in and straightened up. "Sure. That'd be cool."

"Awesome. I hope you're ready now because I told my mom yesterday that you already agreed to come tonight."

Blaine looked up and narrowed his eyes at Puck. Puck shrugged his shoulders and chuckled. "Hey. I needed a reason for you to come if you said no."

***

Puck had bought an old rusted up '83 Volkswagen Rabbit when he had first arrived, his parents giving him the money so he had an easier way to get around. The car was his baby though it was a bit too loud for Blaine and the white paint was chipping, but Puck found it to be one of the most beautiful things in the world of the Beyond. Blaine had been afraid to get in a car since he had gotten there, afraid that one of the old car's brakes would fall out or the entire car would crumble on the way to the store, but Puck had assured him that the Rabbit was fine. Puck drove Blaine to his house which was an old run down �cabin on the side of the highway. Nothing surrounded it except for vast desert, no neighbors in view. "It's really quiet," Puck had said as they pulled up to it.

Blaine and Puck walked up to the door, Puck just pushing the door so it swung open for him to enter. Blaine felt a bit awkward as he stepped into the small house, suddenly being stared down by three strangers. He could tell right away who was who as he studied them quickly. Puck's mother was short and plump, a flowery apron tied tight around her waist. Tight black curls framed her beautiful round face, her tan skin and the dark hair making her look even more extravagant. Blaine could see where he got his height when his eyes landed on the tall, muscular man who was leaning back in a chair with his feet propped up on what must have been the kitchen table. His face was sharp and angular, but with a dark handsomeness behind it all.

A tall thin girl walked up to Blaine and held out an elegant hand. "Hi. I'm Nicole." Puck wasn't kidding when he had called her a thirteen year old beauty. Her long dark hair fell down in silky waves against her back, framing her beautiful heart shaped face perfectly.

"Blaine," Blaine introduced himself as he grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles fleetingly. She blushed and stepped back towards the kitchen table.

Puck rolled his eyes as his father gave Blaine a stern look. "Be careful around my dad," Puck pointed out playfully before he walked into the small kitchenette, leaving Blaine to stand alone.

"Well, come sit down, Blaine!" Mrs. Puckerman urged, moving to place her hand on his back and pushing him towards an empty chair at the table. "I'm making spaghetti. I hope you don't mind."

"Oh, no. I love spaghetti." Blaine said, folding his hands together on the table top.

"So, a cutter." Puck's dad mumbled.

Blaine bit his lip, uncomfortable, as he leaned back in the chair and set his hands in his lap. He didn't like wearing t-shirts so everyone could see his scars. He liked the mystery he had when people didn't know what he had done. He nodded with a sigh, "Yeah."

"Hey, Dad. Leave him alone. It's not like he's trying to find out how you died." Puck snapped walking into the room again and handed Blaine a beer bottle.

"It's fine," Blaine said, putting the bottle to his lips as everyone in the kitchen watched him. Nicole was watching him closely, her eyes flicking to the scars on his wrists. Blaine watched her just as closely when she turned away, waiting for her to catch him staring so she knew how it felt. Puck began to talk to his parents about this new band down at the bar, one that even Blaine agreed was terrible, and how they needed a good bass player; which Puck was explaining he could do. He just needed a guitar. And while Mr. Puckerman rolled his eyes and pointed out the fact that nothing really mattered anymore and Mrs. Puckerman just gave encouraging smiles as she stirred the sauce in a saucepan, Nicole looked over and caught Blaine staring. She blushed, looking away quickly as Blaine stuck his tongue out, giggling into her hand. Blaine rolled his eyes and laughed and Puck stopped dead in the middle of the conversation to look at his sister weirdly.

"He's gay, you know." He said.

Nicole's eyes widened comically as her cheeks became even redder. "Oh."

Blaine smirked but threw a questioning look at Puck. Puck shrugged, taking a long drink from his beer. "That's usually what she does when she finds someone hot or sexy, ya know. Just felt like pointing out the fact that you like it in the ass."

Mr. Puckerman's eyes that were already wide went wider as Blaine choked on the beer that had been currently going down his throat. Nicole's hand covered her mouth as Mrs. Puckerman threw a towel at Puck, screeching a "Noah Mark Puckerman!"

Puck laughed loudly, slapping Blaine on the back as he pulled a chair over to straddle. "Hey, just pointing out the facts."

Blaine's face was burning as he finally got the beer to go down his throat before taking another swig to try and hide his embarrassment. Puck chuckled as he look at Blaine, bumping his shoulder with his fist. "Hey. Be proud."

Blaine threw a look at Puck, making sure he knew he'd be making a very rude hand gesture if he hadn't been in front of his family. Puck held up his hands in surrender. "Okay. I'll shut my mouth."

"That'd be for the best, Noah." Mrs. Puckerman said from her position at the stove.

"How about we keep the conversation PG for right now?" Mr. Puckerman suggested. Nicole's face was still red as she nodded, agreeing.

Puck glanced over at Blaine, biting his lip to suppress his laughter as Blaine just shook his head.

***

Blaine wiped his mouth with a napkin as he leaned back in his chair. "That was the most delicious thing I have tasted since I've been here."

Mrs. Puckerman rolled her eyes, "Oh hush."

"It's the truth, Ma. I told you your food was the best thing in this hell hole," Puck piped up, stuffing another forkful of spaghetti into his mouth.

"Are you done?" Mrs. Puckerman asked Blaine, pointing to his plate.

Blaine nodded but held his hand out towards the plate as she reached for it. "No, no. I'll get it."

"No, it's fine. I do the dishes around here- since someone always throws a hussy fit when I ask them too." She looked over at Puck who held up his hands, still chewing the mouthful he had.

"I'll help!" Blaine insisted pushing away from the table and picking up his plate.

"Fine. At least there's still one gentlemen around this place."

"Hey!" Puck called out, bits of chewed up noodles flying from his mouth.

"Keep your mouth closed!" yelled Mr. Puckerman, shielding his plate.

"You're so gross." Nicole muttered, making a grossed out face at Puck.

Mrs. Puckerman shook her head as she walked into the kitchen, Blaine following behind. She placed the few dishes she had into the sink of soapy water and motioned for Blaine to put his plate in. "Where can I get a towel..?"

"Second drawer," Mrs. Puckerman pointed and Blaine ambled over to grab a drying towel. "You're a wonderful young man, you know that right?"

"I've heard that before." Blaine muttered, twisting the towel in his fingers.

"It's a shame you offed yourself. You could have probably made the world a better place..." she murmured, reaching in to begin washing the dishes with a rag.

Something twisted in Blaine's chest and he felt a new feeling creep in his veins.�A feeling he hadn't felt in forever- disappointment. Like he had let someone down. "It was a rash decision..."

Mrs. Puckerman glanced over at him, a sad look in her eyes. "I'm glad, though, that you found Noah. Ever since he started talking to you he's been in a much better mood all the time. I'd say... Maybe happier, but I don't think you can be happy in this place."

Blaine nodded, though the vision of those two girls at the bar leaked into his mind. Santana had smiled, and it seemed like the entire world brightened with it. She was the only one he had ever seen smile in this place and it still effected him. "Puck's a cool guy. I mean, he's really the only one who actually tried to talk to me. So."

"Yeah. People aren't very... talkative." She handed him a plate to begin to dry when Mr. Puckerman came into the room with the rest of the dishes.

"We're going to play some Pong. Hey, you. Do you wanna join?" Blaine was startled when he spoke to him but shook his head anyway. "Okay, but you're missing out." With that he was out the empty doorway.

"Pong?" Blaine questioned as he put the one plate away and grabbed another.

"The old game on the TV. The one with the control stick." Mrs. Puckerman answered.

"Aren't those games expensive though?"

"Yeah. But Paul and I saved up when we found out Noah had offed himself. We knew he'd need something to keep him entertained. Books aren't enough for him."

"Ah." Blaine nodded.

"Yeah. It kept him occupied for a minute it seemed. Then he was of finding that stupid bar. But at least he isn't getting into fights." A comfortable silence settled over the two as Mrs. Puckerman handed Blaine dishes as he dried and put them away. Then Mrs. Puckerman shifted and looked over at Blaine. "Do you mind me asking about why you offed yourself?"

Blaine shrugged, looking over. "It's not going to really offend me. I've heard it plenty of times now."

"So?" Mrs. Puckerman urged.

"Over a breakup. He was my first boyfriend and he broke my heart. I felt if I had no reason to live any longer. It was stupid." Blaine's voice was quiet before he cleared his throat.

Mrs. Puckerman nodded, "Oh, love.�The number one killer in the world."

Blaine chuckled under his breath and shrugged. "I guess you'd be right. Half the people I met have killed themselves over love. I met these two girls... They offed themselves together so they could be together since no one approved of them. It was an interesting story."

"That so sweet..." Mrs. Puckerman murmured.

"Yeah."

"So they're still together? Even here?"

"Yeah... They actually looked really happy. I saw one of the girls actually... Smile. It was... Surprising."

"At least there's still some hope in this world."