I am a devious woman at heart. The one thing that, in reading all the fics I can get my hands on about Puck, is the fact that before baby gate he was ONS guy. He could have any girl he wanted. We all know this boy from school, we know that if you ever slept with him he would never return your call or even acknowledge your existence in the hallway at school. So I came up with this AU for Puck….

This fic is about the tables being turned on him. What if a ONS went wrong? What if the girl plotted revenge?

Baby gate didn't happen with Finn and Quinn. He did join Glee and he really hasn't changed that much.

Her POV

The last year of my life has been busy for me. I made so many changes with one goal in mind. School will be out in a couple more days and then the summer will start.

I bought a 1968 camaro and restored it. My dad helped me but I worked my ass off to pay for most of the work.

I joined a gym. I wasn't fat just out of shape. My body is toned and buff now.

I look at my new nails, the manicurist said I had pretty hands. I can still smell the salon as I walk down the sidewalk.

I stop to look at my reflection in the glass window of the hardware store. I cant believe that is really me looking back.

Gone is the misshapen bun I wore everyday. Gone are the ugly granny glasses. Gone are the thrift store clothes and shoes.

My long dark red hair now is highlighted with lighter shades. You can see my green eyes and perfectly shaped brows now the glasses are gone.

I am wearing a short spring dress with a pair of heeled sandals. I look freaking amazing.

I start walking back to my car.

My hot, fast, bitchen ride.

She is painted a deep, rich black with red trim. You can see your reflection in her paint job. The interior is red to match the pin strips.

She has a big block engine, the speedometer goes to 135. The motor sounds like a big cat purring when I crank her.

I head over to Biff's Drive In, its where the jocks hang out. I am looking for one truck, one specific beat up truck. It's there parked beside another truck.

I pull in and drive around to the other side. The jocks are staring at me and my car. I have my radio turned up to help keep my nerves at bay.

I text Mickie letting her know that so far so good. She texts me to be careful and she can be there in a couple of minutes if I need her. She asks me if I am sure I want to go through with this crazy plan and I text back yes.

I grab some money out of my purse, get out of my car, and walk up to the window to order a salad and a diet coke.

I see the jocks out of the corner of my eye, they are all checking me out. I really don't want to think about what they are saying to each other.

Haley takes my order and doesn't recognize me. I am thankful for that, no one knows about my plan but Mickie.

My salad and drink are ready in just a minute. I take the tray and sit at one of the patio sets.

I pop my earbuds in and turn my iPod on listening to classic rock, Bad Company.

I am eating my salad when I feel someone grab my shoulder. Out of reflex I drive my elbow straight back into a body and twist around to see Mohawk hit the ground on his knees.

I pull the earbuds out and hear him moaning and gasping for air. I want to smile, but instead I put on my best acting skills to the test.

"Oh my God. I am so sorry. I didn't hear you. Did I hurt you?"

Sympathy oozing off my lips.

"I'm fine. Gasp I just wanted to. Gasp. Say. Gasp. Hi."

He is doing his best to act like getting hit in his balls was nothing.

He tries to stand up and doesn't quite make it.

I help him sit in the other chair. "I am so sorry, I guess I had my music up too loud. I didn't mean to hurt you."

He is straightening up more in the chair. His hands are still trying to discreetly cover his gonads. His breathing is more even now.

"You could make it up to me by telling me your name. Mine's Puck".

He smiles that smile that has melted the hearts of so many girls and cougars.

"I'm Callie."

My dad is the only person that calls me that, everyone else uses Calinda.

"I like it. You have a mean left Callie. Are you new in town?"

He is starting to get inquisitive.

"Nope, I have lived here most of my life why?"

I play it cool, not wanting to give anything away.

"I just don't remember seeing you here before or around school."

His hand brushes through his Mohawk.

"Well, you know McKinley is a pretty big school. You probably have seen me around just didn't pay me any attention."

A slight jab on my part.

"I think I would remember someone like you."

There is that predator smile again.

"I have been to a couple of the football games. You're number 20 right?"

I feed his ego a little bit.

"Yeah, that's me. We suck but it keeps my guns in shape."

He flexes his biceps and waggles his brows at me.

I smile at him, chewing on my bottom lip just a little bit. I watch his eyes darken and I know that I hit a nerve.

I get a text on my phone and glance at it. It is from Mickie.

"I gotta go. It was nice meeting you Puck."

I go to stand up, when his hand reaches out for mine hesitantly, but he finally grabs it.

"Um, you want to go to a party with me tonight? It's like a school's out party and there's booze, food, and music. How about it?"

He looks at me nervously.

Wow, Puck is nervous. This is going better than I thought.

"I don't know, I just met you."

I act unsure of whether I trust him or not.

He flashes me a wounded puppy look and pouts his lower lip out.

I laugh, this is too good to be true. Everything is falling into place.

"Okay stop with the someone just kicked your puppy look, I will go with you."

I smile as I squeeze his hand.

"But I do have to go now. Here's my number, call me and let me know what time."

I scribble my cell on a napkin and hand it to him.

I grab my tray and dump it in the trash can. I start walking to my car when I hear him say something about my car.

I turn around and ask "What?"

"I said your dad has a sweet ride."

His voice is laced with envy.

"Its not my dad's, its mine. I just got it out of the shop a week ago. Took me a year to have her restored" My voice full of pride as I continue on to my car.

Opening car door, I turn around and wave at him. He smiles and nods his head, stuffing the napkin in his pocket. He turns and walks back into the dine in area.

I am not half a block away when I hear my phone alert me to a new text message. I quickly glance at the screen and it is from a number I don't recognize. I wait until I reach the red light to open it.

Its from Puck, letting me know that this is his number. I pull away from the now green light with one thought.

Phase one is complete.