Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or the awesome Tina C. (Sorry for the rhyme.)

Author's Note: So, I just love Tina so much that I think she should get a story of her own. The chapters are unconnected, non-chronological drabbles about our resident goth rocker. They deal with her relations with all the other glee clubbers/teachers/etc., and other things involving my favorite and most beloved character. Enjoy!

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My Name is T-T-Tina C.

Tina C and Puck

February 2009; freshman year.

Puck has never talked to Tina.

Never.

He sometimes stares at her in the hallways, but he never talks to her, never even slushies her. Tina couldn't be quite sure why, but she was always grateful that there was at least one football player who left her alone. Maybe he was just creeped out by her. The chains and blue hair and long nails and stutter worked and he would just leave her alone because she was weird and wasn't worth the corn syrup.

Little did she know that this was not the case.

The reason Puck doesn't slushie her is because she scares him. He doesn't understand her – the makeup, the dark clothes. It makes no sense to him why she would want to shy away from all human contact and just be alone. The sad thing in Puck's opinion is, she could do better. She's quite pretty and is probably a very nice person. The only person he ever sees her talk to is that dorky kid in the wheelchair. I mean, seriously? Why wouldn't she want normal friends? If you can be popular, why choose to be a loser?

Hence the reason Tina Cohen-Chang and Noah Puckerman are quite scared to run into each other at the 7-11 on a Saturday. They're waiting in a ridiculously long line at the checkout, Puck behind Tina, and it looks like it's going to be at least another awkward five minutes.

"Hi."

Tina freezes. Damn, she thinks. I should have brought my iPod. Then he wouldn't talk to me. "H-hey."

Puck stares at her for what seems like an eternity. "You go to my school, right?"

"U-m. Ye-yeah." How could he not know? He stares at me like...all the time. "Puck, r-r-r-right?"

He tilted his chin up in response. Is that a nod? Tina thought. Guess so.

"S-so...glad we-we'll be on March br-reak soon, h-huh?" It was all she could think of saying.

Puck frowned. "No, actually. I'm flying out to Denver for my grandmother's funeral. She died last week. You didn't hear?"

Oh, shit. "I'm s-so sorry," she murmured and instinctively pulled him in for a hug. Oh my God, what is happening to me? Am I going insane? Surprisingly enough, he reciprocated the hug, even though he seemed to be looking around for anyone he might know. It looked like he really had no one for comfort, so he turned to impromptu moral support from the stuttering chick. "I-I guess I'm not-t really in that l-loop."

He sighed. "It's not your fault," he said finally letting her go. "My football buddies couldn't care less."

"I just didn't mean to be insensitive," she spat out quickly, forgetting to stutter in the process. Puck looked at her quizzically.

"Excuse me, next person?" the cashier called out to Tina. She shot a tight smile at the young, twenty-something blonde behind the counter and searched her wallet for a couple dollars. Nothing. Had the change fallen out?

"Shit, I can't find the money," she whispered. "Man, this is embarrassing." Puck smiled.

"Sorry, lady, but my friend always insists on paying for everything. Real funny, Tina, I thought I owed you anyways." She stared at Puck, awestruck, as he casually paid for her Sprite as well as his dip and root beer.

They walked out of the store quietly.

"Th-that was nice, Puck. Thanks f-f-for not letting me humiliate m-myself in front of the w-whole crowd-d of people." She shuddered.

He laughed. "Well, I figure you already do it enough at school, what, hanging out with dead-legs and all."

Tina scowled. "Don't c-call him that. A-Artie's a nice g-g-guy."

He just shrugged it off and took a swig of his drink. "Ride home?"

What? He's offering me a ride home? This is officially the weirdest day ever. The world is ending, I swear to God. But seriously, I'm not getting in a car with Noah Puckerman. "N-Nah, I sh-should get-t the exercise." She laughed quietly.

He looked her up and down. Ew. "Why? You don't look like you need exercise to me." She blushed, unsure of whether to think this was sweet or cringe at it.

"But whatever you say," Puck said as he got into his pickup truck and slammed the door, leaving just the window open. "Catch you later, Stutterfly."

"Bye," she muttered as he drove by.

Boy, would she have stories to tell Artie on Monday.

Months passed and neither of them ever spoke about the incident again. Occasionally though, if no one was looking, he would flash her a small smile in the hallway or wave if they saw each other outside of school. Less than a year later, in their sophomore, he joined glee club. They all spent more time together.

But Puck doesn't talk to Tina. Never.

Well, maybe just that one time.

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Hope you liked it! Should I continue it or not? I plan on featuring a lot of other characters with our Tina. Please review, I will update sooner the more reviews I get! Love, ArtieAndTinaAbrams