AN: Hi! Okay, so, I'm a writer, I've been writing for several years actually. First time dealing with fanfiction though, but I've been reading for years, and I finally decided to put together this thing I've had in my head. I love Glee, I think it's a great show, but it's kinda irritating how some characters are written. And I pretty much got tired of my favorite characters never getting the things that they deserve. So, I created a character.. kinda/sorta based of me, changed her name, and well, this is her story. It is Puck/OC, mainly, but there will be plenty of other ships later on down the road. Also, this story is unbeta'd so, if there's any mistakes, forgive me. (If anyone would like to be my beta, let me know.) Oh, and just to be safe, I'm rating this T, but later on, it's definitely moving on to M. Enjoy! :D

Disclaimer: Glee doesn't belong to me, it belongs to RM, BF, and IB.. but there's nothing wrong with borrowing some characters right?

Puck couldn't take it anymore.

He was staring up at his ceiling and he kept thinking about Beth. Something he's been doing regularly ever since she was born almost 2 months ago. He met her and spent about an hour with her before he met her new parents and signed the adoption papers. He liked them, as much as a dude in his situation could. They were a young, successful couple from Chicago. The guy was a journalist and the girl was some sort of successful artist. They had everything ready and had even hired a nanny. They had even promised to give regular updates to him and Quinn. They were fucking perfect, but it still didn't stop the fucking pain in his gut every time he thought about it.

He kept thinking about that June day and how small and tiny she was. How she seemed to smile in her sleep. How she fit perfectly in his arms. How from the moment he saw her, he would do anything to make sure that nothing ever hurt her. How she got his hair and eyes and Quinn's nose and lips. How he hoped and prayed that his little girl wouldn't grow up to resent him and think that he didn't want her or abandoned her. How after he left the hospital and went home; he laid in his bed and cried with his Ma for hours until he passed out.

He felt a tear slide down the right side of his face. Fuck, he really needed to stop doing this. With a grunt, he sat up and roughly wiped the tear away. It's been about one year since he slept with Quinn, but fuck, with everything that's happened since then, it feels like five.

He ran a hand through his hair. Well, the hair that would've been there if he still had the 'hawk.

He decided that he wasn't going to be sad anymore. Hell, it was the already August and he's hardly done anything or seen anyone. He needed to do something soon, or his head was going to explode. He was sure of it. He decided that instead of just lying down listening to depressing songs on his iPod, he'd go for a drive.

Okay, a drive. Maybe he can stop by somewhere and hang out. He mentally goes through his friends and tries to figure out where he should stop by. Matt was busy working with his dad, Mike was probably doing some gay shit with Tina, Finn and him still weren't completely on good enough terms for them to spend an afternoon hanging out. Plus, he was probably sure that he was with Berry.

He could stop by Quinn's… nah, not a good idea. Ever since Beth, it's just been really awkward between them. She asked him if he ever truly loved her and he said yes, because well, he did, he did even more that night in the hospital, but they've talked a few times since that night and realized that they're not really good for each other. Quinn's too sensitive and if things don't go her way, she gets upset and pouts for the rest of the day, and he's too oblivious to realize that she's upset or tells her that she's freaking out over nothing; which just makes it even worse; He saw how she was a bit controlling with Finn and when they started dating, she was even worse. When they were together and she was crashing in his room and his mom made him crash down in the basement, he didn't even sleep around or even mess around. Sure, he thought about doing it, I mean, come on, he has needs. But then he thought about Quinn and that little girl growing in her stomach and stopped thinking about it. And it was just a huge insult when he would get home from baseball practice or from the gym, and she'd immediately question where he'd been. It was just never gonna work out, and you know what? After a week of being pissed, getting drunk at Matt's party and sleeping two random chicks that same night, he was totally cool with just being friends with his baby mama.

Puck shook his head and pulled into the nearest 7-11. After stopping off at the Sev for a drink, he decided to head towards the mall. He figured he could take a stroll through the mall and hopefully, he could find something he could do to pass the time. He was hoping that 'something' would be teenage and female. Its summer and the mall has always been an ideal spot for cruising chicks. After everything that happened this past few months and how good he behaved, he thought he deserved a random hookup this afternoon. He was subconsciously chewing on his straw of his slurpee, thinking where would be the best place to start his hunt, when he saw her.

He almost stumbled, but quickly found his footing and really looked at her. She was beautiful and exotic, someone he's never seen around Lima before. And for the fucking cow town that Lima is, that was pretty fucking weird. He didn't want to stare, but he just couldn't help himself. She was about 5'4", prefect for his 5'11" frame. She had luscious, wavy red hair that fell to the small of her back and full, pouty red lips on a pale heart-shaped face. But the thing that completely struck him, were her eyes. Brown, almond shaped, dark lined, and incredibly piercing. He saw her as she passed him by. She was completely oblivious to him and his intense stare.

Puck straightened up and decided that he wasn't going to let her get too far away. He swore to himself that he wasn't going to leave this mall without, at least, getting her number. He was about 12 paces behind her and now, he was really looking up and down her form. She was fucking gorgeous, and that was just the back of her. He started at the bottom and moved his way up.

She was wearing multicolored flats, and had these incredibly, toned, and smooth-looking legs that seemed to never end under her black, ruffled skirt. Puck was thinking that whoever this chick was, she could totally give Berry a run for her money when it came to short skirts and killer legs. Puck's eyes moved up a little and settled on her flared hips and full ass. Oh, fuck. Wow.

Puck wondered if this chick had a better ass than the bitch that used to band Reggie Bush. (She was really hot, too. And apparently, she was fucking a Dallas Cowboy now.)

Puck shook his head to clear his thoughts and focused again. She was really gorgeous, but that wasn't the only thing that caught his eye. There was just something about her. She was elegant and almost regal in the way that she carried herself. All the way from the bobby pins placed in her hair to the gently sway of her hips. Puck burnt a hole into her hips with his stare, and a thousand scenarios running through his head about him gripping those hips for dear life as she rode him. Fuck, he could already feel his jeans start to tighten. Fucking hell, man! Keep it together. You fucking can't run around the mall with a hard on. You'll be banned, or tased, or some other shit like that.

Puck silently counted to 10 and kept following her. He saw her duck into a store. He stopped and looked at the sign, Hot Topic. Puck smirked; he liked a girl with a bit of an edge. Puck went up to the store windows and pretended to window shop while occasionally glancing over at her.

She was wearing a black and white striped shirt with a black, lace trim at the bottom of her shirt. She had a small, tapered waist and was very well endowed. He swore this girl could be a fucking pin-up in a second if she wanted to be. She was behind the register, folding some shirts and fiddling with papers and accessories. Once she had put the shirts and accessories away, she looked extremely bored. It was 2 o'clock on a Wednesday, and despite the fact that its summer, the store was pretty much dead.

Well, not for long. Puck smirked and took another drink from his slurpee before he threw it in the trash and walked in. He looked around the store, checked out the band tee's before casually making his way over to the counter.

"Hey," Puck said crossing his arms, and leaning on the counter.

She heard his voice and broke from her stupor. She stopped fiddling the papers near the register. "Hi," she replied with a small smile and then asked, "Do you need help looking for anything?"

Puck smirked and said, "Nah, I'm just looking."

"Oh, okay," she replied a little dejectedly. She went back to going through the papers and after about a minute or two, she noticed that he was still standing there.

"I thought you were just looking," she asked, a little confused.

"Oh, I am," Puck said with a smirk, letting his eyes trail up and down her curves. His smirk grew even wider when he noticed a small blush upon her cheeks when she realized just what she was looking at.

After about 5 minutes of just him looking at her, she smiled at him and gave a little chuckle. It was fucking adorable, by the way. Okay, so 'adorable' isn't really a badass word, but it's pretty much the only word that fits. Puck almost wanted to laugh too, her laugh was fucking contagious, but kept his eyes on her. He saw her pink tongue dart out of her mouth and moisten her red lips. Again, tons of inappropriate thoughts popped into his head and he almost groaned.

"I'm sorry, but is there something you need? Or are you just going to keep staring at me?" She asked; her eyes full of mirth and with a slightly upturned mouth.

"Do you want me to keep staring at you?" Puck asked with a lazy smirk.

He saw her roll her eyes and smirked right back at him. "Was that really the best you could do?" She asked.

Puck smiled and gave a little laugh. This girl was really something.

"Yeah, that was pretty lame, wasn't it?" Puck asked with a small smile of his own. "My name's Puck."

She furrowed her brows a bit before replying. "Cassandra, but call me Cassie. Puck, hmm? As in Shakespeare?" Cassie asked with a raised eyebrow.

Puck chuckled. "Nah, it's not my name," Puck faltered a bit when he saw the pointed look Cassie was sending his way. "I mean, it's my name, it's just my last name. Puckerman, but everyone just calls me Puck." He explained and kind of shifted nervously. (What? Her eyes were that fucking intense, especially when she looked at you like that.)

"Oh, okay. Well, what's your first name, then?" Cassie asked.

"It's Noah." Puck said with a grimace.

Cassie laughed at his reaction. It wasn't like one of the small ones he heard earlier, this was a real laugh. And oh, God, it was incredible. Her laugh was almost musical and made her entire face light up. She looked at him and that look immediately made him smile.

"I like Noah. I'd rather call you Noah than Puck. I don't know why you hate it so much." Cassie stated as her laughter died down.

"Sweetie, you can call me anything you want," Puck said, letting his 'Puck' persona come out. Fuck, I probably shouldn't have done that.

Cassie hardened her stare a bit. "I'm curious. Do those lines really work for you? If they have before, I want to see the fucking geniuses that went for it." Cassie states while flipping her hair over her right shoulder and crossing her arms.

Puck took a moment to admire what this new stance did to her luscious body before her busted out laughing. This girl is a fucking spitfire; he liked that.

"Alright, alright, I'll stop with the cheesy ass lines," Puck stated and uncrossed his arms and putting them in the air, giving her the 'I surrender' stance.

Cassie flashed him a bright smile and laughed. "Thank you," she said while giving him a little mock curtsy.

"Okay, so…" Puck drawled and trailed off.

"'Okay, so…' what?" Cassie asked with a smirk.

"So, tell me about yourself," Puck said.

"Well, what do you want to know?" Cassie said with a small smile.

Puck literally bit the inside of his cheek to restrain himself from making a sexual innuendo. Yeah, can't pull that shit. I already told her I'll stop.

"What's your last name?" Puck asked.

"Torres." Cassie said, rolling her R's. Puck was a little shocked, but didn't let it show. It actually explained her looks.

"How old are you?" Puck asked.

"I'm 16 and I'm about start my junior year."

Puck nodded and said, "Oh, really? That's cool, me too."

"Cool." Cassie said with a little smile.

"Why haven't I met you before?" Puck asked while looking into her eyes.

"It's probably because I just moved here." Cassie replied.

"Oh, really? Where'd you move from?" Puck asked.

"Laredo, Texas." Cassie answered.

"Why the fuck did you move to Lima?" Puck asked. Puck was seriously confused. "Seriously? From Texas to bumfuck, Ohio?"

Cassie laughed. "Yeah, I know. Fucking sucks." She said with a little cringe. "We moved out here because of my dad. Back in Laredo, my dad was a manager of a truck company, you know, eighteen wheelers and shit, but he basically ran it and apparently it's based here. His supervisors were impressed and promoted him here." Cassie explained with a little shrug.

"Oh, cool." Puck said with a nod. "So, how long have you been here?"

"Not that long, just around the beginning of June, I guess."

That was almost to months ago. Puck wondered if she moved into town or was even here the day Beth was born. He really needed to stop thinking about Beth; it just hurt too fucking much. Well, fuck that noise, what's done is done, and it's really time to move on.

Once he snapped out of it, he realized that Cassie was looking at him with a curious stare, like she was trying to figure out why he just suddenly went quiet.

Puck cleared his throat and asked, "So, do you know what school you're going to go to?"

"I apparently live within two different districts with two different high schools. I just haven't really picked which one I want to go to." Cassie said with a little shrug.

"Which schools are they?" Puck thought for a moment and realized that the only houses that lived in two districts were the ones on the north side of town. She probably lived in a subdivision with a gate and everything. For some reason, thinking about her house and neighborhood suddenly made him feel like shit. This girl wasn't like any other girl he's ever known or dealt with. It kind of freaked him out it had been approximately an hour when she first caught his and he could already tell she was different.

"Lima Central Catholic and William McKinley, I think,"

"I go to McKinley high," Puck said with a little smirk on his face. "You should come join me."

"I might just take you up on that offer," Cassie said when she saw that his smirk had widened. "I might."

Puck gave her a little laugh. "Oh, really, and why might you take me up on my offer?"

Cassie leaned in a bit, crooked her index finger a few times and waited until Puck leaned in a bit, as well. Then she said with a whisper, "Because you're the only person I've met who's still in high school."

That was really not what he was expecting when she told him in lean in. Puck was fucking hoping that she was going to whisper in his ear how sexy he was and how badly she wanted to get out of here and fuck him until he couldn't move. Damn it. Puck was sure that his reaction was written across his face, because the next thing his knows is that Cassie lets out another huge laugh. And when he says huge, he means it. Like clutching your stomach and gasping for air type of laugh.

Once her laughter settles, she gives him this coy look and he says the first thing that comes to his mind.

"You're pretty."

She's a little thrown off by what he says. He can tell because he sees one of her eyebrows arch a bit, but blushes a bit more and thanks him with a little uncertainty in her voice. Okay, so what? He didn't mean to say it, but by judging by her reaction it probably wasn't a bad move on his part, after all.

"You really need to come to McKinley." Puck tells her with a smirk on his face.

"To be honest, I was already thinking of going there anyways." Cassie says with a smile. "My cousin goes to North Lima, and hates it. Besides he said if he could, he'd transfer over."

"I thought you said I was the only person you know who's still in high school," Puck said with a little confusion.

"Nah ah, ah, I said you were the only person I've met, not the only person I know." Cassie said, her coy smile returning.

Puck laughed and said, "Alright, you got me. I'll give you that."

Cassie looked around the store and noticed that her manager was on her way in.

"Oh, shit, look, my manager's back from lunch, and while this has been fun, I'm still new here and I don't really want her to think that I'm lazy or that I spend all my time talking to cute, random guys, so can you look like a customer or whatever?"

Puck looked down and saw that it was about to be 4. Shit, he needed to be home when Dani go home from her friends at 4:30.

"Fuck, actually, I got to go. My sister's going to be home soon, and I need to be there."

"Oh, ok, well, then, I guess I'll see you later."

"Yeah, later." Puck started walking away.

Wait, what the fuck am I doing? This girl is amazing and said she was having fun. Plus, she totally said I was cute. That was a total opening. I'm not going to just walk away.

"Wait," Puck said.

"What?" Cassie asked.

"What's your number?"

Cassie looked like she was contemplating it, "Oh, I don't know, I kind of have this rule of not giving out my number to people I don't know."

"Oh, come on, do you really want to only hang out with your cousin until school starts?"

"Touché," Cassie said with a smile. She grabbed some receipt paper from the register and quickly wrote her number down. "If you prank call me, you're dead." She said while handing it to him.

"Got it," He tore a piece from the paper she gave him and wrote his number down. "Don't lose that. Plenty of girls would kill for that number, ya know." He said, and gave her a little wink.

Cassie giggled, and said, "Shut up. Go get your sister."

"Later, Red." He said with a little chuckle in his voice and walked towards the door.

She scowled, but she was trying to keep the smirk off her face, so he knew it was cool.

"Bye, Noah," She said with a bright smile.

Puck grimaced. He could hear her laugh as he walked out.

Once he was in his truck, he looked down at the scrap of paper with her number and name jotted down and smirked. He realized that today was the first time, in a long time, that he actually laughed.

Thanks, Red.


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