Rated M just for language right now.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of it's characters etc. etc.

Love is only a feeling

I don't like Mondays

To say the least, he was having a crappy day. It was just one of those times where everything is going wrong. He woke up late and had to hear his mom bitch about him being late to school. Then, he received an unpleasant surprise as he pulled his sweatshirt over his head; his sister was sick and decided to use his favorite clothing item as a tissue. He burnt his toast. His truck was being finicky so he had to push start it out of the driveway. And to top it all off, Dave Karofsky was making a beeline towards him, slushy in hand. Slushy facials had become a part of his daily routine since he joined Glee Club. Who the fuck did Karofsky think he was? Puck was the one who started issuing the icy surprises! He had no right! But Puck wasn't about to tell Karofsky that.

"Oh look, free slushy!" A small, feminine hand reached out and grabbed the slushy from Karofsky just as he was about to chuck it in Puck's face. "Mmmm, blue raspberry."

"What the hell?" Karofsky glared at the tall, redheaded girl staring at him as she sipped on the slushy. Actually, to say she's a girl is an understatement. Puck knew she would be 19 next week, but she looked to be about 25.

"What? It's not like you were going to drink it." As she spoke to Karofsky, she looked at him as though he was a child not understanding the concept of "hands to yourself"; which, in a way, he was.

"You don't know that! Now you owe me $1.75!" He spit the words at her. Puck just looked on, grinning because he knew how this was going to turn out.

She raised her eyebrows at Karofsky, "You pay $1.75 for each one of these? So, you waste roughly $50 a month buying slushies just so you can throw them in people's faces. That really doesn't seem logical to me." Karofsky just stared at her, his mouth hanging open as he searched for a comeback.

"Well Doll-face, I'm gonna keep buying slushies. And the next $1.75 I spend is gonna be on a slushy facial for you!" That was the best Karofsky's peanut sized brain could come up with.

"Doll-face? What is this a seedy bar in the 1920's? I don't thinks so! Judging by your lack of athletic build but your jock-like attitude, I assume you play hockey. Well, honey, hockey isn't a real sport. Move to Canada where they MIGHT except you. Read a book, any book. And for God's sake, go shopping because that shirt you're wearing is terrible! Okay, Pumpkin?" Her last sentence seeped with sarcasm. Karofsky huffed and walked away, finally realizing there was no way he was going to win this. The woman turned her head so her greenish blue eyes were on Puck. She gave him a once over and couldn't help but smirk. "Noah Puckerman. It's been awhile. Nice Mohawk."

"Riley, what are you doing here?" Puck was no longer pissed about how his morning had been going. All he could think about was how hot she had become. And why the hell was she in Lima, Ohio?

"My birthday is next week. I'm turning 19." Riley smiled at him, her lips blue from the slushy.

"I know. It's been four years, why now?" Puck realized how high pitched his voice got when he said this. She always made him feel like such a pussy.

"It's a long story. Can we talk somewhere? Preferably a place I can sit because this slushy gave me a mind-blowing brain freeze and it's making me dizzy. I feel like I just watched a 3D movie without putting on the 3D glasses." Puck had forgotten about her random references. He was reminded of the time the two had watched Jaws 3D together as he lead Riley towards the bleachers.

My first story, about Puck and a made up character named Riley. They have a history and i know it's really short but if reviews are good then I'll write another chapter.