Disclaimer: None of Glee belongs to me; I've just got a lot of imagination (and ADD).

AN: None of this is Betaed; I'm the only one who's edited it so sorry for any mistakes.

Being a Werewolf in Lima Ohio

Because of a fling with a stranger, a hot stranger, Puck didn't go to juvie. He went to 'How to be a Werewolf' boot camp, juvie is just one of their cover stories. Now that he's back in Lima he has to face the difficulties of dealing with his secret.

Entry 1: We're Real

Okay, first things first I'm Puck, Noah Puckerman, and I am a new Werewolf. This is a record of my "New Wolf Journey" and other crap I'm supposed to write down for future New Wolves. I'm kind of, I was kind of a slut (if boys can be sluts). I've been known to sleep with any female under fifty and over fifteen who said yes (I'm a junior in high school so those other teenagers aren't some sort of pedophilia thing, my birthday's in a month and I'll be seventeen then). So when a hot twenty something chick at this bar I'd used my fake ID to get into was all up on me (something about how nice I smelled which maybe should have been a clue but we were both drunk) I was all 'hell yes' and we went back to her hotel room. Now a lot of the MILFs I've slept with are into some kinky shit so when the chick spent a lot of the time biting me I figured that was her kink and it was okay since she wasn't biting hard enough to really hurt, just barely break the skin most places. After the sex she fell asleep and I snuck out, usual routine, when she showed up at my house the next morning that was when I learned there'd been nothing usual about that night.

Stacy, as I learned was her name, was frantic about all the biting she'd done while drunk, 'you just smell so good' was way more creepy now that we weren't drunk, and eventually she explained just why it was horrible that she'd bitten me so much. She was a Werewolf, an honest to God I-turn-into-a-furry-wolf-like-creature-every-full-moon Werewolf, and I'd probably been turned into one too depending on how much of her saliva got into the bites. I'd showered as soon as I got home but apparently that was more than long enough for it to set in (Werewolf-ism sort of acts like AIDs, except it's only transferred through spit and you get it within minutes depending on how much spit got into your bloodstream, it's classified as an incurable disease transferred through bodily fluids and so far only Vampires, yes freaking Vampires, are immune). My scent had changed enough to tell Stacy that I was now a New Werewolf so she had to take me to a sort of boot camp for New Wolves to learn about being a Werewolf. The whole stealing an ATM and getting sent to juvie was apparently one of their typical cover stories for kids like me (why couldn't they have said I got into some sort of program for super geniuses like the other new Wolf my age). Apparently the remedial summer school story wasn't available during the school year.

So I didn't know how my Ma was taking it, they sent officials over to our house the day after they took me to explain the fake juvie and Werewolf thing to her, but I'd been told not to worry about it while I learned how to be a responsible Werewolf. I'm warning you now to take this stuff seriously because even though I think it's totally cool now I was really pissed off at Stacy for it at the time and pretty much everyone under twenty at the camp was rejected by their family and had nowhere else to live. Only this redheaded girl my age and me were New Wolves, which is what you are for about the first couple months or so after you're infected, the rest were people whose lives had been ruined by becoming a Wolf. If you're ever in a fight or something wash out your wounds right away, although if you're reading this you're already a Wolf so that doesn't matter anymore, just don't bite anyone.

You'll learn all about not biting people, not that you get that urge too much more than usual, most people really just get the urges to bite during sex or when they're threatened, but still control is key and all, since you can infect people in your human form. Vampires are the only ones immune to becoming Werewolves, and I'll talk about them later.

One of the lamest things you learn is how you don't get super strength or immortality or anything; sure you're a little bit stronger than before but the difference is like being able to bench 100 and 110, ten percent increase, whatever, it's almost the same, your endurance is totally off the charts though. Werewolves heal fast, almost as fast as some stories; if I get a cut it's gone in a few seconds, if I crack a rib it's healed by the next morning, broken bones take only a couple days to fully heal and I've never seen it but there's stories of a Wolf getting his hand cut off and re-growing it in a week. That one I wouldn't want to try because we still feel pain, we just recover from it faster and better than normal.

When you're a Wolf your sense of smell is really, really, strong even in human form and your hearing gets better in human form too. Everyone has to stay at one of the camps for at least one lunar cycle depending on how well you learn to deal with all the new senses and things. I have a really good poker face so I was able to get out and back home in less than two months, besides I don't really have any friends anymore to notice the difference if I'm a bit twitchy.

Now most stories have Werewolves turning into mindless beasts every full moon. That's totally not true, we turn into wolf-like creatures that are larger and much furrier than a normal wolf but we always have control of our actions. If the punk who bit you was in their wolf form and said they couldn't control it or something don't believe the bastard, they just don't want to own-up to their actions, sure there's some strong instincts but if you try you can almost always control yourself. Also you can turn into your wolf form whenever you want once you get used to it, I haven't quite mastered that yet, everyone says it'll 'click' sometime soon. Some Wolves get really big dogs, like mountain dogs of some sort, your mentor can tell you the best breeds if you ask, to both help keep nosy neighbors from getting suspicious and as a sort of pack. Wolves are pack animals and we are too, your family, if they accept you, and friends will become your pack so don't be surprised if you get the intense urge to rip apart anyone who even vaguely seems to threaten them around you.

Don't try telling your friends because not only is it against the rules but most people will think you're crazy. Hopefully your parents are like my Ma and they're willing to let you back home once it's all been explained to them, if not then you're stuck living with either a foster family of Wolves or staying at the camp you're at until you head off to college or move out on your own.

The last thing I'm gonna touch on is Vampires because they're pretty important. Some people are born with a genetic thing where they don't make their own blood and some other medical shit. Like snakes they have retractable fangs but instead of injecting poison they suck out other people's blood when they need it, which if they're careful isn't too often. They can get their blood from transfusions and blood donations, which are how most Vampires do it these days, but since it's a recessive gene if the Vampire doesn't have at least one Vampire parent then chances are they don't know what they are. They might faint from blood loss and get transfusions at the hospital a lot and never know that they should just find a good blood source.

You'll know who they are because they smell different and there's usually some around all the camps; families where the 'normal' parent kicked out the Vampire and the Vamp babies when they found out stay there sometimes. Werewolves are really good blood sources because not only does our blood regenerate super fast and the fang marks close up almost instantly but also we can tell who they are and when they need more blood. Since their blood isn't really theirs they can't get infected and there's a lot of Vampire/Werewolf, and Werewolf/Werewolf and Vampire/Vampire, relationships out there. Wolves tend to, or should at least, stick to those who've already been turned or can't be. One of the things Werewolves are responsible for, besides other Werewolves, is taking care of Vampires; they're like our weaker extended family or something so if you find one who doesn't have a blood source or doesn't know what they are it's your job to help them out and explain it. There are even special web sites where Vamps can order however much blood they want and Wolves are the ones who run it and donate most of it.

Yeah, who knew, we're real after all. So I'm not getting a giant dog or anything but I'm heading home again. It's been less than two months since I was turned, or infected, and I don't blame Stacy much, she's only been a Wolf for a year and she still has trouble dealing with her impulses. My Ma is letting me come back so aside from everyone thinking I went to juvie my life is pretty much the same. My 'probation' officer or whatever will be the Wolf stationed to check on me and make sure I'm still dealing fine. I know I'm supposed to keep this journal for at least a year or something but I'm not sure how much I'll get around to it so here's to me, Puck, the most badass New Wolf to ever hit Lima. My message to the other noobs is: it's kinda cool knowing there's a secret world out there and you're a part of it too now. Peace out or whatever.

"Hey Puck, ready to head home?" A tall lean man poked his head in through the doorway of the room Puck was in. Shutting the journal he'd been writing in and stuffing it into the duffle bag next to him Puck slung the bag over his shoulder and rushed for the door.

"You know it. I've been ready since I got here," he said as he followed the man out to the van parked on the road in front of the house he'd been in. The place was almost too small to be called a town with a few houses, a one-room schoolhouse, a small library, and a mess hall type building that also functioned as a post office and general store the woods that surrounded them were visible from every building. In fact it really looked like a summer camp; most of the houses were actually like cabins in that they had only three bedrooms and a bathroom each with no kitchen or den, like the one Puck had been staying in.

As the teen tossed his duffle in the trunk a pretty woman with sandy blonde hair, who with her cut-off shorts, t-shirt, and deep farmer's tan looked like she could be one of the hypothetical camp counselors, sauntered over as she laughed at him. "If you had your tail right now it'd be wagging. What's the rush kid, didn't you love learning about your new life? Why not stay a few more months?"

"Dude, no way. People think I'm in juvie right now." Grinning sheepishly he shrugged, "I never thought I'd say it but I miss going to school. Real school, where there's more than twenty people and you don't spend the whole day learning about the same thing with the same people. I'm missing Glee and Football and I know more about Werewolves and Vampires than I ever wanted to."

"What it wasn't all interesting, a nice break from school? I'm not that bad a teacher am I?" She teased him.

"You made me read the Twilight series, and watch the movies, because you think it's important for us to know how Werewolves are portrayed in the media. I don't know if I'll ever be able to recover," he shuddered dramatically as a few other people drifted over.

"Just be glad you won't be here when the next one comes out," a redheaded girl told him as she walked over from the library.

"Small blessing," exchanging hugs with her and the rest of he crowd he stepped back to the passenger side door of the van. "Seriously I'll miss you guys, so Facebook me or something."

"Hey, you'll do fine," his blonde teacher told him.

"And I'll be in touch as soon as I'm released," the redhead added as he closed the door. Everyone stepped back as the tall man who'd been waiting patiently the whole time started the van. As they drove back to Lima Puck could see all the other Wolves, the people who'd been his pack for the last month and a half, waving through the rearview window.

AN: If you can't tell I'm kind of obsessed with Noah Puckerman so pretty much all my Glee stories center on him. More Puck for the win! Did you see the shirt he was wearing when he came back from juvie? I had to write this because of that. Started writing it like May, 2011, but hells yeah it's only going up now, mostly because I wanted it to be done before I started uploading it.

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