Hey guys this is my first Puckleberry fanfic and there is gonna be a lot of stuff going on. I've read so many stories and even though I love them all there are always things in the story line that I wish I could add, so instead of thinking about it, I decided why don't I just try to make on myself? Let me know what you guys think about this first chapter and whether or not I should go on.
Disclaimer: I'm not lucky enough to be Ryan Murphy so, I don't own glee.
"You're breaking up with me? Why?"
"Your credit score is terrible, and what I need as a woman is financial security," Santana claimed before sauntering down the hallway, making sure her Cheerios uniform swished a little more than usual.
Fuck this. I'm done with high school girls. Whatever, cougars love the Puckasaurus anyway.
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Rachel stood in the bathroom adjacent to her room, staring at herself in the mirror. She was pretty pleased with the end result after trying to get at least a little dolled up for the first day at her new school. Rachel was already sick of this cow town, and didn't know why she was bothering trying to put effort into something as uneventful as the first day at Mckinley high school, but even though she wouldn't admit it out loud, even if you paid her, she knew she was nervous. She grew up with her friends from Bellview high school. She'd known them since kindergarten so the thought of having to make new ones was nerve wracking. She just pushed the thought away and instead picked up the black Jansport back pack that she sewed a big gold star onto and headed down stairs.
"Dad, Daddy. I'm ready."
"Oh, no you're not. You're going to sit here and eat some pancakes." Hiram, her tall, African American father, who she called Dad, said to her while grabbing her shoulders to lead her to the wooden table in the dining room attached to the kitchen.
"I really can't, Dad, I just can not be late for school. You know how I feel about punctuality." Rachel could see the disappointment flash across her father's face and she instantly felt guilty for spending so much time in the mirror.
"Oh, well that's fine sweetheart. Us Berrys make sure to make a good first impression and that starts with being on time."
"Exactly! But I will take those slices of toast, and I'll be sure that I come down earlier from now on." After seeing the smile on her Dad's face. Rachel knew she said the right thing. Hiram Berry might look tough and for anyone who has seen, met, or knows him, they know that he is, but when it comes to his daughter he's the softy out of the two fathers. Walking out of the door, down the driveway and to the blue Prius that was parked on the street, Rachel made her way to school.
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"I don't know what the hell you're talking about Chang! Mario is so much fucking better than Sonic. You're a pussy for even thinking that." Puck was getting angry by how stupid his best friend was. It might be just a video game but the way that his Asian best friend came to the totally wrong conclusion about the two games pissed him off. Besides, it wasn't like this wasn't a usual thing. Their biggest arguments were always about video games.
"Dude, you're so wrong it's not even funny."
"Chang, whatever. You're pissing me off. So you coming over after school today? I got the new Call of Duty."
"Obviously. Do you even have to ask?" Puck chuckled at how easily him and his best friend fell back into place with their conversation. They started making their way to homeroom when Puck immediately stopped with Chang almost crashing into him. "Dude what the fu-"
"Shut up! Who is that?" Puck was staring intensely at the short, tan, girl with extremely long wavy brown hair and the biggest brown eyes that he has ever seen. If the sight of her facial features alone didn't stop him in his tracks then her outfit definitely did. Puck couldn't help but notice the fitted black Bob Marley t-shirt the girl was wearing, the skin-tight dark denim jeans and slightly scuffed black and white converse. To say that the girl did not look amazing would be the biggest lie of the century.
Damn who is that girl and why haven't I see her before?
Rachel slowly but confidently made her way into McKinley high school making sure she did not show any signs of her nervousness. The halls were subtly covered with school spirit, but anyone who walked through the halls could tell it was there. Everything was red and white, from the tiles on the floor, to the walls, to the lockers. Rachel focused on not looking like a complete idiot for not having any idea if she was going in the right direction or not. The school was bigger than her high school before because even though she lived in the huge state of California; she grew up in the city. Suburb schools were totally different. Rachel's gaze settled on the piercing hazel eyes that were staring into her own brown ones. To say it made her feel uncomfortable would be a huge understatement. Trying to be subtle, Rachel looked around at the rest of the people in the hallway, looking to see if the gaze was meant for someone else. She knew she hadn't been subtle enough when the mouth that was attached the face of the hazel eyes turned into a smirk and he raised his one eyebrow. Rachel immediately rolled her eyes, even if a small blush was washing over her cheeks, and turned to find her locker until she felt a thud.
"Watch it dwarf!" The blond cheerleader was taller than Rachel and stood there with an ice cold glare. Anyone could tell that she ruled the school just by the way that she presented herself with two other cheerleaders standing slightly behind her on each side.
"Oh, my mistake." Rachel was a little intimidated, but not enough for anyone to tell. She was going to apologize immediately, but because of the way that the blond girl treated her, Rachel felt that she didn't deserve it and now she wasn't really sorry.
"Obviously it is hobbit."
"What are you 7? What's with the nicknames. You don't even know me." Rachel was starting to get irritated by how juvenile the girl was being and not only that, but the fact that people were just standing around watching and snickering every time the girl called her a name.
"I don't want to get to know you, but what I do know is that you are now in my way, so move." Quinn kept the ice cold glare that was still playing on her face. She wasn't usually this much of a bitch, but Finn and her got in an argument the night before about his annoyance at her halting their make out session to pray, and she was still pretty angry about it. She did feel kind of bad that the new girl was the first to encounter the Queen Bitch attitude and got the irritation for Finn head on, but she would never let that get to her.
"Whatever," Rachel said. I'm already making friends. Whoopee. She moved around the three cheerleaders and kept going in the direction she thought locker 1043 would be in until she felt someone grabbing her arm and pulling her in the opposite direction. "What the-"
"You're going in the wrong direction, my little troublemaker."
"How do you know where I'm going and who are you?" Rachel said with a raised eyebrow, a little worried about whether the guy was actually helping her or not. Everyone at this school seemed to be creepy or bitchy and those weren't good qualities to choose from.
"I heard you mumbling 1043 and looking at the lockers before your encounter with Quinn. And I'm Kurt, Kurt Hummel."
"Oh is that who that bottle of sunshine was? Quinn? I'll remember that and I'm Rachel Berry." They stopped walking and Rachel looked at the red locker with the gold label that read 1043. She would have never found it that fast without his help. "Thanks for helping me."
"No problem. Anyone who isn't a friend of Quinn's is a friend of mine." She chuckled at his joke, but she knew that it probably was the truth. This was Ohio and after having two gay dads, she had great gaydar, even though a blind person could see that about Kurt, so she didn't think that the cheerleader with the gold cross around her neck would take too much of a liking to the skinny boy. Once Rachel finished at her locker, her and Kurt compared schedules and she was happy to know that they did have at least some classes together, even if it was just two. She was happy to know that there would be someone there to help her out.
"Yo Hummel, who's your friend?" The boy who was looking at Rachel before her encounter with Quinn pushed past her new friend and stood right in front of her with the same smirk across his face.
"I'm Rachel and you are?"
"Noah Puckerman."
"Nice to meet you No-"
"Everyone calls me Puck"
"Well, I'm not everyone, Noah." Puck didn't know why he didn't start flipping out at the fact that the girl was calling him Noah. Maybe it was because she seemed like a badass like him, or maybe it was the star of David hanging around her neck, but he wanted to find out.
"No you are not. So, babe, I was thinking that since we're both hot Jews and you're new here, I'll show you around."
"That's very nice of you, but I'm sure that Kurt can manage just fine." Rachel pulled Kurt by the arm and started walking to AP chemistry which they luckily shared together, but before she could turn the corner she called to the boy who was still leaning against her locker and looking at her with what looked like disbelief. "Oh, and Noah? I'm not your babe." She plastered a big smile on her face and turned the corner. Before Puck could pull himself together after his little conversation with the new girl, he felt someone turning him around by his shoulders.
"What were you doing talking to her Puck?"
"Chill out Quinn. I see you're already being a bitch today. Save that for Hudson since apparently you ordering him around gets him off or something."
"Look, maybe I'm in a bad mood today but why are you talking to the new girl?"
"I can talk to whoever I want, if you didn't notice that Santana broke up with me." He shot the brunette a glare before turning back to Quinn. "Besides that girl is hot." Puck walked away, and Santana just rolled her eyes at Puck's comment. She couldn't care less if he was upset. She had needs and he just couldn't fulfill them. Financially that is because he was a good fuck, but seeing someone actually stand up to Quinn besides herself set something in her lady loins on fire. Maybe I can have a little fun with the new girl.
