Disclaimer: I own nothing except the apple scented candle on my desk and the Glee season one on dvd. Oh and Aurora McCoy. I own her too.

Noah Puckerman sighed as he walked through the main quad of Ohio State's campus. He was silently cursing all the boys on his floor, if it weren't for all of them needing to take a shower at the same time he wouldn't be running late for his first college level class.

It wasn't that Puck usually cared about being late for classes, but seeing as he was now a member of the Ohio State football team, (even if he was second string), he was required not only to get good grades, but to actually attend almost every class. And it was because of his football practice schedule that he was up, trying to function at nine in the morning.

Puck seriously needed to talk to whoever made up the schedule. For some reason the man had deluded himself into thinking that three hour practice sessions in the afternoon (Puck's preferred class time) was a good idea. Puck would soon talk some sense into the senior year team manager, even if he had to use his fist.

Glancing around to make sure that no one was paying him any attention he pulled his campus map out of his pocket to make sure that he was going in the right direction. The map was a dead give-away that he was a freshmen, and that was the last thing he wanted people to know about him. He had seen some hot tail around campus while moving in and he didn't want his first year status to ruin what he hoped would be a very busy year for him, at least in the bedroom department.

According to the map his geology class was in the building directly behind the fine arts and performance building. He could take the long way and walk around the building or he could cut through it and save himself some time, after all, the performance building was sure to have a back door somewhere. Because he was already running late he shoved the map back in his pocket and walked quickly toward the large, impressive looking doors of the performance building.

To his right and left were the entrances to two very large auditoriums that could probably have fit more than three times the population of McKinley High School. Puck quickly walked past them, picking a hallway that headed toward the back of the building at random. As he looked around he noticed that on each side of the hallway there were insulated practice rooms, each of them containing a shiny concert grand piano. He couldn't stop himself from letting out a low whistle, Berry would have loved these things. But then again, she was at Juilliard, so it was hard to believe that she would have any shortage of these pianos to play on. He reminded himself to shoot her an email that evening to see how she was adjusting as he continued to walk down the hallway.

It surprised him, how much he missed that stubborn, self-righteous, determined diva, especially seeing as he had only left Lima a week ago. But then again, he missed all of the Glee members. As much as he hated to admit it he had bonded with the geeks in New Directions during his three years in the club. They really were his family. And it didn't matter how many slushies he had gotten to his face, or how many times his former jock friends had made fun of him - the Glee kids stuck together. That wouldn't change, even if they were at different universities now.

He continued to walk down the hallway in search of the elusive back door that he knew had to be somewhere when he heard something from one of the practice rooms that made him stop. It had never occurred to him that someone would be using one of the rooms, especially as it was nine o'clock on the first day of classes. But sure enough, there was someone using one of the practice rooms a few doors in front of him. If the girl had just been playing the piano he wouldn't have stopped, but she started singing and he couldn't help, but pause to listen to her.

"Think of me, think of me fondly
When we've said goodbye
Remember me once in a while
Please promise me, you'll try

Then you'll find that once again you long
To take your heart back and be free
If you'll ever find a moment
Spare a thought for me

We never said our love was evergreen
Or as unchanging as the sea
But if you can still remember
Stop and think of me

Think of me, think of me waking
Silent and resigned
Imagine me trying too hard
To put you from my mind

Recall those days, look back on all those times
Think of those things we'll never do
There will never be a day
When I won't think of you

Flowers fade, the fruits of summer fade
They have their seasons, so do we
But please promise me that sometimes
You will think of me"

Puck listened to the girl as she finished the song on its high note. The girl had the voice of a bird, Mr. Shue would have loved to have her in New Directions. But something bothered him about her rendition of the song. Think of Me was supposed to be a love song, a sad one, mind you, but a love song all the same. He knew this because Rachel had made the entire Glee club watch The Phantom of the Opera during their junior year and then had treated them all to a lecture about how this song was the best love song she had ever heard.

But the way this girl sang the song it wasn't the way a girl would sing a love song. Her voice was beautiful, sure, but there was a bitter, almost angry, tint to her voice. She wasn't singing this song because she was in love with someone, she was singing because she was upset. Puck caught himself just before he pushed his way through the half-opened door, ready to comfort this complete stranger. He cursed lightly under his breath, when had he traded in his penis for a vagina? He was Noah Puckerman, he didn't go around comforting complete strangers unless they were hot.

The girl heard his whispered curse and she spun around; her dark brown, almost black hair, flying as she turned to glare at him. Puck's breath caught in his throat as he caught sight of her large brown eyes, the light spattering of freckles over her cheeks and nose, the pouty shape of her lips ... of course she had to be hot. The girl's glare darkened as she noticed the way Puck's gaze shifted appreciatively toward her chest and then back up to her face. "Can I help you?" she asked him, her tone full of ice.

Puck shook his head, a smirk spreading across his lips, even her speaking voice seemed perfect. "Yes, actually," he said, taking a step further into the room, ignoring the way the girl seemed to shrink closer to the piano the closer he got to her. "I was looking for my geology class, do you know where the Science Village building is?"

The girl rolled her large brown eyes, "Well," she said, her voice still cold and terse, "you're certainly not going to find your Rocks for Jocks class in the Performance Arts building."

"How did you know I was a jock?" Puck asked, gently flexing his arms, hoping that the girl would notice his large guns.

She rolled her eyes again and resolutely looked at her nails as if she had never been more bored in her life. "You're wearing an Ohio State football jersey?" she asked, tapping her foot impatiently. "That's kind of a dead giveaway. Now, why don't you look at the map that's sticking out of your front pocket and get the hell out of my practice room?"

"You're practice room?" Puck asked, raising an eyebrow. "I didn't see your name on the door. Speaking of which, how about you give me that name, hmm?"

The girl shot him a scathing glare that left no doubt in his mind that what she wanted most in the world was for him to leave her alone. "That's because the sign up sheet is on the side of the door. And keep dreaming, cowboy, the last thing you will ever get is my name."

Puck nodded, a smirk spreading across his face again. There was nothing that he liked more than a good challenge. And that was exactly what this girl had just presented him. "Well, doll, my name is - "

"Not interested," the girl said, holding up her hand and spinning on the bench so that her back was to him. "Please shut the door on your way out," she said without looking up from the keys that her fingers were idly sliding over, producing soft notes every time she applied the slightest bit of pressure. Puck stared at her back for a few more moments before he nodded, it was clear that he had been dismissed. He backed out of the room and shut the door and continued to head down the hallway toward the back of the building, but not before glancing at the sign-up sheet to see if he could learn the singer's name.

He walked into his Geology classroom five minutes later. "Mr. Puckerman, I presume," the professor asked, walking forward to give the mo-hawked boy a syllabus. "You are aware that my class starts at nine o'clock short, correct?"

"Yes Sir," Puck responded as he started walking toward the first empty seat he found.

"And if you look down on the syllabus you see that any late-comers to my class will not be allowed into the classroom after today, correct?" the professor asked.

"Yes Sir," Puck responded again, wondering why the man was such a hard-ass.

"Good, try to make it on time from now on," the professor said with a nod. "And before we begin the class would you like to explain to me why you are late?"

"I got lost," Puck said with a shrug, shoving his hands into his pocket and leaning his chair back on its two back feet. "But I did hear the most beautiful bird in the Performance Art building." The professor did not know what Puck meant by that, but he nodded and turned back to the front of the room so that he could log onto the computer and open his powerpoint for the lesson. Puck pulled a new notebook out of his backpack and threw it on the table, opening it up to the first page.

The first and only note he took that day was her name, a reminder to learn as much about the girl he had met in the piano room as possible.

Aurora McCoy. It was a hell of a name.

~.~.~.~.~

Puck's phone buzzed on his desk later that night, signaling that he had received a text. He got out of his bed, where he had pretty much passed out after getting back from football practice. He flipped open his phone to see a text from Mike. The Glee kids were meeting for dinner at the dining hall and they wanted Puck to come too. Puck nodded and began to leave the room, but first he lifted his arm to smell his underarm. He didn't have time to shower, but he could at least put on a new shirt and some deodorant. He owed his friends that much.

He spotted them the second he walked into the dining hall. It wasn't hard, many of the Glee kids had ended up going to Ohio State. There was Mike and Tina (they were here because it was the only school that they both had gotten accepted to), Sam (he was on the football team with Puck), Finn (he had gotten to the school on the skin of his teeth ... if it hadn't been for Berry constantly ragging him about homework and grades he would never have gotten in), and Artie (he had gotten accepted to a school down South, but he had chosen to go to Ohio State so that he could stay close to Britney).

Rachel had gone to Juilliard (as much as she loved Finn, she was not going to give up her future on Broadway to go to school with him. But Puck knew for a fact that they had talked on Skype every night that week for at least two hours. As long as Finn didn't do anything stupid like cheat on her, they were definitely going to last.) Mercedes had gotten accepted to Columbia and was absolutely loving it, (even if that did mean that she was in the same city as Rachel drama queen Berry. In fact the two girls had bonded quite a bit during their senior year and were almost inseparable now.) Kurt was going to the New York School of Fashion and Design (he had proudly announced that he was going to become the next Louis Vuitton when he had received his acceptance letter. Puck had no idea what French words had to do with fashion school, but he would take Kurt's word for it.) Lauren was still in high school right now, but she planned to go to a school out west who had already contacted her about giving her a wrestling scholarship. Santana had made it all the way to Lima Community College and that was fine with Puck . (She had been fun for a while, but then she broke up with him and then got jealous every time he talked to another girl, he hadn't needed that following him to college too.) Quinn had had enough of the drama from high school and wanted to get as far away from Lima as possible, so now she was at UCLA probably tanning on the beach at this very moment. And poor Britney, the blonde Cheerio had never been the smartest and she had failed most of her classes their senior year so she was still at McKinley. But since Artie had decided to come to OSU he was close enough to his girlfriend that he could still see him most weekends.

Puck smiled at the group as he sat down at the table, grabbing half of Artie's sandwich, he was too hungry to wait in line for food yet so he figured he would eat half a sandwich and then he would go get food for himself. "Thanks," Artie said with fake annoyance, "pick on the handicapped kid, make me wheel my way through the cafeteria to get more food. Real nice."

Puck chuckled and reached out, stealing Tina's cup of water and chugging it in one go. "I thought you were handicapable, Art," he said as he sent an apologetic look at Tina for stealing her drink.

Sam stood up, "Come on Puck, we'll go get more food. Artie, what can we get for you? Another sandwich?"

"Preferably one, that this one won't steal," Artie said, jabbing his thumb in Puck's direction. Puck chuckled and shook his head. "I'm sorry, bud, football practice kicked my ass today. That should be more than enough of an excuse."

"Sam said the same thing, but he refrained from stealing my food," Artie pointed out with a chuckle before he turned back to the conversation going on at the table. Sam and Puck chuckled and headed off to the buffet area of the dining hall so that they could get more food.

Half way over to the pasta and pizza bar Puck stopped in his tracks, staring at a table in the back corner of the cafeteria. Sam turned around and looked at Puck, raising his eyebrows, wondering why he had simply stopped in his tracks. But Puck didn't notice, he could recognize those bright, big, brown eyes from across the cafeteria, he had spotted her again. "I'll be right back," he said to Sam before strutting across the cafeteria and throwing himself down in the chair across from Aurora. She flinched when she heard the chair legs scrape loudly across the floor and she finally pulled her eyes slowly off the table to look up at his face. "Hello, Aurora," Puck said with one of his most charming smiles.

"Great," Aurora muttered, standing up and gathering a plate of food that looked like she hadn't even thought about touching it. "It's you. How did you learn my name, by the way?"

"It was on the sign-out sheet outside your practice room," Puck said with a shrug, standing up and following her toward the exit of the dining hall. "You were the one who told me to look at the sheet, remember? If you hadn't wanted me to know your name you shouldn't have told me to look."

Aurora sighed and spun around so that she could look up at Puck. But he had been much closer to her than she had expected, she ended up sailing straight into his hard, solid chest. But then a second later she had jumped back at the contact, sending her plate of uneaten food falling to the carpeted floor. Puck raised an eyebrow at her strange behavior and took a step closer to her. The girl shook her head and backed up, running into a table. "Can't you just leave me alone?" she asked in a voice very different to the cold tone she had used that morning. This tone was a whisper, she was pleading with him to leave her alone.

The dark-haired girl did not give him time to answer her question. She simply turned around and fled the cafeteria, refusing to look back, even when the mohawked boy called her name, waving her school i.d. in the air, she was going to need that to get back into her building. Puck stood there for a few moments before he felt Sam's hand on his shoulder. "What was that about?" Sam asked, raising his eyebrows at his friend.

Puck shrugged, "I don't know, but I kind of like her."

"Doesn't look like she likes you too much," Sam said with a chuckle as he led Puck toward the pizza bar. "She seems to want to stay as far away from you as possible."

"Yeah?" Puck asked, pocketing the girl's i.d. he would talk his computer nerd roommate into hacking into the school's enrollment system so that he could figure out where to find this girl so that he could return her i.d. to her. "Well that'll change soon enough. Everyone wants to ride the Puckerman Express after all."

Author's Note:
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xoxo,
Brook.