I started this story because I saw a trailer for The Words and when that guy is walking around with his army uniform on it just came to me and I started writing. So this is what I got and I hope you like it. This is not a G!P or a Genderswap. Just read it.


The truck rumbled past just barely missing the blonde walking across the street with the ruck sac slung over his shoulder. "Watch it!" The driver inside yelled out to the boy as he continued on his way. The boy just continued on his way, ignoring the man who had yelled at him.

He came to a stop just outside of the army base where the truck had gone into. The tall boy waited for the shorter man to notice him and when he didn't he cleared his throat to catch his attention.

"Can I help you with something?" The man demanded, clearly annoyed.

He stood up straighter and slapped a salute to his head. "Brett Pierce, reporting for duty," he said loud and clear. The man scanned down his clipboard before nodding and signaling for the man at the watchtower to open the gates.

Brett gave the man a small nod before walking into the army base and heading towards the sign in desk where a small line had already begun to build up.

After he had signed in and they had given him his new uniform he made his way to his designated tent and found it empty. Shrugging he threw his stuff onto one of the top hammocks before heading back towards the door only to bump into someone else.

He nearly fell over but a pair of strong arms shot out and caught him, holding the thinner boy up. Brett met a pair of amused dark eyes and a ridiculous Mohawk that accompanied an insanely burly frame.

"Easy there. Wouldn't want you to get all broken before we even begin our training," the bigger guy said, and Brett was sure that he could hear the laughter there. Instead of becoming offended by the boy making fun of him Brett put on his best smile and stepped back extending a hand to the burly guy.

"Brett Pierce," he said, with that same beaming smile still in place. Brett couldn't help but notice that even though this guy was bigger then he was, Brett still had a couple of inches on him in the height department.

"Noah Puckerman. But my friends just call me Puck," he said with his own smile. The blonde nodded and they shook hands with the same goofy grins in place.

There was some shuffling from the other side of the tent flap and it moved aside to reveal a man even taller then Brett. Both of the occupants already in the tent looked up at the gigantic man who had entered their little friendship circle.

He stared back at what Brett would consider a dumb expression. And everyone said that Brett wasn't the sharpest knife in the draw.

"Are you a civilian?" He asked Brett with that same dumb expression. Brett shook his head, the bright smile never leaving his face.

"I'm Brett Pierce. Who are you?" He asked, curiously. Puck moved past them, quickly loosing interest and deciding to put his things away while they waited for this giant to formulate a coherent sentence.

After a good ten seconds the taller man responded. "I'm Finn," he said extending out a hand, which Brett immediately took, shaking it furiously.

When they had finished their pleasantries they went back into the tent and Finn and Puck put away their things while Brett stretched across his hammock. He swung back and forth idly while the bigger men worked on putting their up their own hammocks.

The flap moved again and all three of them turned prepared to meet their final bunkmate and saw a smaller guy stepping gin with gelled hair and very bushy eyebrows. A huge smile broke out across Brett's face at the sight of the boy. He swung off his hammock and bounced towards the new member, sticking a hand out he grinned from ear to ear.

"Brett Pierce. You must be our bunkmate," he said, chuckling when the smaller boy stumbled back a little at Brett's enthusiasm.

After a few seconds the smaller guy accepted Brett's hand and shook it firmly. "Blaine Anderson. Yes, I guess we will be rooming together." Brett nodded and threw an arm around Blaine's shoulders.

"Well, that's Puck and the giant over in the corner is Finn. You can hang your hammock over his since you're smaller then he is. I already got mine set up and I can help you if you want," he said with the same smile that seemed to leak onto Blaine's face as well.

"Sure, thanks. I'd really like your help," he said, his smile turning a little too warm, making Puck and Finn glance at each other but Brett though nothing of it as he began to set up the hammock.

When they had everything set up a loud horn blared and the four boys raced out of their tents and towards where everyone else was filing in. Brett took up his position by Puck and Blaine. His arms were clapped at his sides as they waited for their commanding officer to come out.

They waited standing in the freezing mud with their entire bodies tense and not moving a muscle, until a lone woman outside of one of the few buildings on the base. Her hair was closely chopped and she was very tall. Even taller then Finn.

She didn't say anything only paced down the lines, her boots making a loud squelching noise with every step she took. The woman continued down the line until she came to a stop. It seemed that everyone stiffened even more then they had a second ago as the soon as this woman stopped moving.

The woman didn't speak only moved in between the lines towards Brett. She came to a stop right in front of Finn though.

"Who let this sack of lard onto my base?" She yelled. "I'll be dead before I let this gravy clown into my troop!" She continued. Brett half expected someone to chuckle but everyone remained stone faced and looking ahead as the thin woman went around Finn eyeing him up and down.

She did a full circle around him and came to a stop near Puck. "And what do we have here?" She asked with a smirk.

"Noah Puckerman, Sir!" He yelled, clapping a salute before falling back into formation with the rest of the troops. He kept his eyes straight ahead and his head tilted upwards as the older woman smirked at him while she paced around him in the same fashion that she had done to Finn.

She came to a stop in front of him. "Noah Puckerman, huh? And tell me, Noah Puckerman, who told you that your hairstyle choice was appropriate or that it even looked good on you," she snarled at him in a low threatening voice.

Puck remained silent as the woman smirked at him, before continuing on her rampage. She walked right past Brett and came to a stop in front of Blaine. An evil smile spread across her face.

"You must be the runt of the litter, huh, shortstop," she asked with a cock of her head.

The taller woman smirked, and moved away from them heading towards the front of the lines again.

"Every morning when that trumpet goes off I expect you to be standing here in uniform. Anyone who is late will do twice as many exercises. You will be clean and your cabins will be inspected daily. I am your commanding officer, Commander Sylvester. You will report to my assistant Lieutenant Jackson or me. Now, report to the dinning hall and turn in at 0800 hours. Dismissed!" She yelled and there was the sound of stampeding feet as they all rushed towards the promise of food.

"Maybe you should slow down there, sweetheart," Holly said as the small Latin girl sitting before her on the barstool tossed back another drink. The girl raised her dark brown eyes onto the bartender. She waved her hand around in the air indicating for a refill.

Letting off a sigh Holly raised the bottle to refill the glass when another hand shot out to stop her.

"You're done for the night, Santana," Rachel said in a low voice. Holly retracted the bottle and went off to serve some other people. Santana spun around in her chair to face the shorter girl. A huge smile pressed into her face as she met her friend angry glare.

"Hey, there, Rachy," she slurred, practically slipping out of her chair as she leaned towards Rachel. The small girl reached out and steadied her clearly drunk fired. Santana giggled and hiccupped lightly. "You missed all the drinks, Rachy," she continued as the room began to spin around her.

Rachel managed to get the girl off the bar stool and helped her through the club, making their way to the backroom. They passed all the other girls sitting at their mirrors or doing vocal warm ups.

When they saw Rachel carrying in a drunk Santana they rolled their eyes and turned back to what they were doing. Rachel managed to get the Latina into the room at the end with a golden star nameplate on it. She pushed her friend onto the couch before taking a seat in the spinning chair before the mirror.

"I don't know why you do this to yourself, San. It's not good for you," Rachel said as she applied some mascara. She turned around and saw that Santana was snoring on the white leather couch. Letting off a sigh she put on a smear of lipstick before heading out to the front room to sing her set and Santana's.

Damn that Santana.

Brett lay on his hammock looking up at the ceiling of the tent, his arms behind his head as he tried to stretch out on such a small space. A small smile brushed his lips.

"Hey, Puck?" He whispered. Loud snoring met his ears and he looked over at Finn lying under Blaine. He rolled his eyes and turned back over ready to try and go to sleep when two voices filled the air.

"What's up, Brett?" Puck and Blaine asked, making the tall skinny boy jump slightly.

Turning upside down he looked in between the two. "You guys are still awake?" He asked surprised.

They laughed loudly, but it was Blaine who answered. "How could anyone sleep when that idiot is snoring?" He snarled with a resentful glare down at the sleeping Finn. The others chuckled lightly.

It was silent for a few seconds before Brett spoke again.

"Guys? Do you ever think about the future?"

The silence stretched on longer this time and he didn't expect to get an answer when Blaine spoke.

"I'm hoping to be somewhere better. I want to have a high paying job. Meet someone, settle down and start a family. Maybe. Possibly."

They were silent again think about what he had said.

"I'm probably going to be in jail or dead…or both," Puck said with a hint of sadness in his voice. Brett took in everything his friends had said before he spoke.

"You know what I want in the future? Besides, flying cars…I want to be happy. No matter what I do I just want to be happy. And for Lord Tubbington to stop smoking."

He knew that his friends were probably confused but he didn't care. He spoke his mind.

There was silence once and again only broken by Finn's obnoxious snoring and Brett snuggled into his pillow.

"Night guys. Sweet dreams," he grumbled before sleep overtook him.

Santana awoke a few hours later. Her head was pounding and the room was spinning. She groaned and fell back against the couch.

"Good, you're awake," Rachel practically screamed, making Santana's head pulsate. She clutched at her temple and held up a single finger, before the little diva could begin her twenty-minute rant about the hazards of drinking. She waited but not without an impatient huff.

When her head had stopped pounding as much Santana shuffled over to the cabinet and pulled out the bottle of aspirin, dry swallowing the two pills. Rachel huffed, but Santana ignored her lying back down on the couch.

"Santana! You can't keep doing this! You'll get fired!" Rachel finally shouted. The Latina only chuckled darkly.

"Let him try. Shuester knows that you may have the voice but men don't come her for that. I got the looks and an amazing voice," she replied, sitting up a little to look at the small diva.

Rachel huffed in annoyance. She knew that Santana was right. Shuester had reminded her of this many times.

"Well, if you're never able to perform then what's the point of keeping you around?" She countered a confident smile in place. She was sure that she had the Latina, but Santana openly laughed in her face.

"Don't worry, Rachy, I'll be fit and ready to perform by tomorrow," she said with a smile as she stood ready to leave.

"That's what you said yesterday," Rachel mumbled.

"I mean it this time. Wouldn't want any of those guys getting attached to your gigantic nose," Santana replied before leaving.

A loud trumpet blared and Brett sprang up from his hammock, landing on top of Puck who yelled like a wild cat as they tried to untangle themselves from each other.

Racing around the tent they put on their clothes and folded up their hammocks, before rushing out to stand to attention just as Sylvester stepped from her cabin and went from tent to tent with Becky going to different ones.

They were the last tents and she took her time getting to them. When she did she eyed them up and down.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite band of misfits. We got a kid who clearly doesn't know what too much hair gel means, we got the world's dumbest tree, a airhead blonde and squirrel boy," she said with a smirk all four of them blushing at her words.

She stepped inside the tent and they heard her rummaging around. A few seconds later she came back with a small journal in hand she flipped to a random page and read out loud:

"Dear Journal, I'm not sure how long I can be away from Rachel. She's the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. I'm hoping to marry her," she read off with an evil grin. The other three looked between themselves wondering whose journal it could be. All eyes turned to a maroon looking Finn.

His hands were clenched into fists and his entire body trembled as he watched their commander flip through pages of his personal life.

The older woman threw the book to the ground and stomped on it with one of her heavy boots. She stared into Finn's purpling face with a satisfied, sadistic smile.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I crush your nonexistent love life. There will be no time for love in my troop, ladies!" She called out to everyone, "Love is for the weak hearted! It makes your head foggy and your palms sweat! You will only focus on that one person and not the job at hand! So, you shall receive no love while you are here! Welcome to hell! Now, get your sorry asses in gear! I want twenty laps around the fence line! If you stop, throw up or pass out you get extra laps!"

People literally scrabbled over each other to try and get to the edge of the fence. There was mud on the grounds from all the rain they had been receiving and there were dark ominous clouds in the sky, but Brett kept a bright smile on his face as he ran next to Blaine and Puck. Finn had tried to out lap them, but had quickly fallen back due to the fact that he didn't pace himself.

An hour later the three friends came to a stop in front of Sylvester who sneered at them but nodded seeing that they were only slightly winded. The others who had gotten there before them were absolutely panting.

Another thirty minutes went by and a few more troops filled in before Sylvester leaned over and whispered something to Becky who quickly waddled off. She then turned to the troops standing before her.

"Did you enjoy that little break, ladies? Good, because now you're going to actually train. They followed her over to something that looked like an extreme jungle gym.

Brett gulped and Puck nudged him giving him a determined look. Brett nodded set his shoulders.

`"You've got two minutes to get through this. We'll keep doing it until everyone is able to do it in the given time," she snapped before blowing her whistle and looking down at her watch, just as the rain rolled in.

They all went two at a time. When it was Brett and Puck's turn, Brett practically blew through the course, beating Puck by a good solid ten seconds so that her time was 1:20. Sylvester nodded at the blonde haired boy with the hints of a commending smile twitching her lips.

Blaine was only five seconds longer then Brett's time and they all stood in line letting the rain wash away some of the mud that had collected on their clothes. By the time all there of them had finished the course, Finn had arrived sweaty and red faced. He was the last one to go through the course.

He got down and began to crawl under the barbwire until his shirt touched the edge and ripped. Loud profanities left his mouth and he lay there clutching his arm. There were several groans around the lines and one man even screamed, "Get up, fat ass!"

Brett, Puck, and Blaine all groaned quietly. Commander Sylvester grinned evilly and descended down on Finn from above. With a snap of her fingers two medics appeared. One of them was clearly a woman, with short choppy blonde hair and the other was a small Asian boy. They pulled Finn out from under the barbwire and laid him out in the rain. One of them held onto his shoulder while the other rolled up his sleeve.

"Just a scratch, Chief," he called, disgust filling his voice they both sprang up and stepped back as Sylvester stepped forward. She sneered down at Finn. The pudgy boy cowered slightly as the older woman barred her teeth at him.

"I hope for your sake that your comrades don't take out their frustrations on you. Do it again!" She yelled and they got in a line.

They ended up having to do it five more times before Finn managed to get through the whole course on time. At the end Brett was dirty and his shirt was slightly torn with blood seeping from the wound.

"Whoa, Brett! Look at your arm!" Puck yelled as the world started to tilt around Brett His face had paled considerably from the loss of blood.

He stumbled and Puck caught him holding him up as Blaine directed them towards the infirmary. They laid him out on a cot and the blonde girl from before came out. She took one look at the situation and came to Brett's side.

"What seems to be the problem?" She asked in an authoritative voice.

Blaine was the one who spoke. "He must have gotten injured on the course. He's lost a lot of blood and his heart rate has increased greatly. We need to stitch the wound and the best thing for him is to rest."

The blonde looked at him with an arched eyebrow. "You seem to know a lot about the medical field for just a foot solider," she commented.

He shrugged. "My dad's a doctor. You pick up a few things," he replied nonchalantly. The girl nodded and turned back to Brett, picking at the boys shoulder she pulled out a pair of scissors and cut the sleeve away revealing the cut.

She pulled out a stethoscope and placed it to the boy's chest checking for a heartbeat. She couldn't hear anything though and her eyebrows pulled down in frustration. She could clearly see that this kid was breathing but she couldn't get a heartbeat off of him.

The other two boys were still standing beside the bed and she pulled the plugs from her ears turning to look at them.

"I'm going to have to ask you two to leave. I will inform you personally when your friend here is fit to see company," she said in the formal voice that they had taught her to use at med school.

Puck looked like he was about to argue but Blaine nodded in understanding and took hold of the bigger boys arm, dragging him away.

When they were both gone she turned back to the boy laid out on the cot before her. She unbuttoned his shirt a little revealing his wife beater below. Again she put the stethoscope to his chest but still couldn't pick up a heartbeat. Her eyebrows were so close together that they were in danger of becoming a single brow as she glared down at the kid before her.

She pulled the wife beater out of the way and froze. Her eyes went up a pair of amazing abs to what had truly caught her attention. The white bandage wrapped around this boy's chest, holding down his two pert breasts.

A gasp escaped her lips and she took a few steps back, her hand flying up to cover her mouth and her eyes locked onto the bandage.

Bretton Samuel Pierce was a girl.


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