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Regular school had started up for the kids again; which left Puck very little free time in the mornings. Everyone was up at five for a light workout and then they either showered or ate breakfast. Once the kids, all twenty-five of them, were out the door (where they either caught the bus or a ride with one of the older kids who could drive) Puck got another work out with Xander. Though fighting Xander, who had fifteen years of fighting for his life behind him, meant he pretty much wiped the floor with Puck when it got serious. It made Puck want to air-drop Xander in the middle of juvie back in Lima; just to see those wannabes run away screaming from the guy.
Then, if it was Tuesday or Thursday, he went to his own classes. He had a late morning class, a break for lunch, and two afternoon classes. This left him plenty of time to get back to the house, help Andrew prepare snacks, and help the kids with homework when they got home.
After homework there was a thorough workout; because by that time Spike was fully conscious and could run the girls through their routine. During which time Xander kicked his ass again. Then he got to concentrate on his own homework before dinner. And after dinner there was an hour or so of time where everyone just relaxed.
Then, there was patrol. Some nights he went with Xander's team, some nights with Spike's team. He didn't have enough experience to be in charge of a team yet and he was okay with that. Puck had seen some gnarly demons the last couple of months, and he was perfectly fine with having back up. Unless they ran into Clem or one of Clem's cousins. They were cool, and the kids adored them.
And that was pretty much his schedule. Weekends were more relaxed...except every other weekend he got to drive his RV, which he had renamed the Partie Shack, down to Lima for some time with Artie. But that was his life. And it was good.
Until he got a call from Mr. Schue.