A/N: This is my fist fanfic so please go easy on me.

I do not on Glee or any of it's characters.

Sorry for any mistakes.

I wish I could go back to the way thing used to be, where everything was fine and dandy. When my parents got along, I had friends, and I felt like I had everything. I wish I could change what happened, I wish I could rewind to before it all went wrong. But I know it isn't possible.

I just moved with my mom from New York to the middle of no where, Lima, Ohio. I'm going to miss all the noise, the busy streets, the crowded side walks, and my friends. I didn't have a lot of friends but I had a whole group that I would hang out with. Even though they were all guys, we all got along just fine.

My mom and I pull up to a blue and white house with a wrap around porch.

"Well, this is it Quinnie," my mom said as we got out of the car.

We walked inside and I had to admit it was rather nice. The floor was wood except for the upstairs which was carpet. I walked up the stairs and looked into every room until I found one that I really liked. The walls were completely white, which I wanted so I could paint on them. There was a King sized bed, a desk and a walk in closet. Not bad, I thought to myself. I started putting my clothes in my closet, and putting my guitar in it's stand. I decided to wait to put stuff on the wall until they were painted. I heard the door bell ring and thought about getting it, but I knew my mom would.

"Quinn!" my mom yelled up the stairs. "Our neighbors are here!"

I ran down the stairs to see my mom standing there with a good looking man, a woman I assumed to be his wife, and a boy about my age with a cocky smile, a mohawk, and leather jacket.

"Hey, my name's Puck," the boy said.

"I'm Quinn," I said.

I found out that Puck's name was actually Noah Puckerman but everyone called him Puck. He was my age and I would be going to his school, McKinley Highschool. He gave me a heads up that if the jocks or cheerleaders didn't like you, you would get slushied. Being slushied is one of the worst feelings in the world. Hopefully I wouldn't get on anyone's nerves because being slushied definately sounds like something I wouldn't want.

The next day I was invited to hang out with Puck and his friend Dave Korofski. When I rang the doorbell Puck's mom answered.

"Hello Quinn, Puck's upstairs in his room. Up the stairs, second on the left."

"Thank you," I told her.

When I went into Puck's room it looked like I had just walked into an intense COD tournament.

"Hey Quinn," Puck said. "This is my friend Dave."

"Nice to meet you," I told Dave.

'Nice to meet you too."

"You up for some call of duty?" Puck asked.

"Sure."

We ended up playing for a couple hours before we played NHL 2012 which I kicked Puck and Dave's asses at.

"This game is totally not fair," Puck whined.

"Just because I beat you doesn't mean it isn't fair," I teased.

"Whatever. So, are you excited for school tomorrow?"

"Not really," I told him.

"Are you into music?" Korofski asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"Then you should join glee club."

"Dude, that's like comitting social suicide!" Puck yelled.

"But you in it!" Korofski argued back.

"True, true."

"What's glee club?" I asked.

Any suggestions? Should I even keep writing?

~charliethelion