So I got this idea while watching an Angel episode. I started thinking about how cool it would be if there was a Glee/Buffy crossover and just exactly who which character would mirror. And well aside from Angel himself, I couldn't envision Puck being anybody besides Buffy. Which then started me thinking how abosultel hawt Puck and Angel would be as a couple.

And then this was born. This will be a series told in episode format. Starting from the beginning of Buffy season one. I have taken several creative liberties on all sides. Fudging story lines and making different rodes for character to follow. But essentially of you have seen Buffy/Angel this is who each character will be...

Puck: Buffy
Rachel: Willow
Finn: Xander
Matt: Oz
Mr. Shuester: Giles
Brittany: Kendra
Santana: Faith
Quinn: Cordelia
Artie: Wesley
Mercedes: Female Version of Gunn
Kurt: Nicer Looking Version Lorne
Angel: Himself
Darla: Herself
The Master: Himself

There will be no Mike or Tina just yet. Some of these characters won't really step into their roles until other episodes. I have some big plans for this series. I hope you all enjoy!

Title: Puck: The Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG-13/T
Genre: Crossover between Buffy: The Vampire Slayer and Glee
Characters: Glee Cast Ensemble, Angel, Darla, The Master
Summary: What if the Angel/Buffy Drama never was. What if the second Hellmouth was in Lima instead of Cleveland? What if Noah Puckerman was the Slayer and he and his Glee Club friends were all that stood between the world…and total destruction? Will Angel be able to aid Noah's cause? Or will he be too late?
Warnings: Slash, Violence, Swearing, and Sexual References

Puck: The Vampire Slayer
Episode: One
Pilot

Noah was a boy.

But he was no ordinary boy. No.

Noah was the first boy Slayer at the tender age of sixteen.

Why you might ask? Well the answer is complicated. You see a Slayer is (usually) the girl chosen to defend to the world from demons and vampires that are trying to harm humanity/take over the world. The catch is, only one can be active at a time, and typically they don't last very long. So when one Buffy Summers (the last Slayer active on the Sunnydale Hellmouth) meets an unfortunate death by jumping off a building to save her "sister," one Sarah Puckerman gets called to take her place.

However, Sarah Puckerman was only three years old.

So when her family was approached by a Mr. Will Shuester, a seasoned Watcher awaiting his next challenge, it was very clear the baby girl couldn't possibly handle such a huge responsibility. Yet, the only way to call another Slayer so soon was to kill Sarah so the next one could receive their preternatural gift. Or was it?

Noah had always been a bit nosy; it was why he usually got beat up and picked on. He never discussed it with his mother, choosing instead to wallow in misery alone. Until the day he walked through the doors to his living room and met Mr. Shuester, who had been whispering to his mom stuff he shouldn't have heard.

But he had heard, and there was no way he was going to A) allow his baby sister to become the world's great defender and B) allow her to be killed to get the next one.

So he got Mr. Shue to strike a deal with the Watcher's Council: he will assume her duties until she is of an age that can handle the pressure…with the clause, that if he should unfortunately die in the heat of battle, she will be relieved of her duties indefinitely and they will be free to call the next Slayer.

It was a big decision, but Noah loved his sister and never complained. He was grateful because he knows that one day he will die, and his mom won't have to worry about her baby having to go through what he did…which also means he doesn't ever have to worry about it. Sarah was safe and he, well, he would be her champion.

And hey, if that means he had been given as much strength and agility as the Incredible Hulk, let's just say superpowers were a definite bonus!

Since school had been just about over when all of the shit hit the fan, Noah spent his entire summer training with Will. Honing in his Slayer senses, perfecting his fighting skills, learning demonology, and stuff of the sort. All of it either made his head hurt, his body ache, or his heart race in fear. But such was the life of a Slayer.

Which is why on a sunny August morning, he was pulling into William McKinley High School. Lima was where the Hellmouth (the place where all the demons and yucky stuff came out of) lies in his region of the world, thus, forcing Slayer Noah to transfer from Dayton to Lima. In some ways it sucked, but mostly he didn't care because it wasn't like he had friends anyway.

Noah had always been the outcast. His dad left when he was eight, his mom sometimes has a drinking problem, his family is rather poor, and he's gay. Yep, that's right, Noah is G-A-Y. So he was bullied…a lot. Which is why when he was fifteen he had been desperate for someone to pay attention to him that wasn't planning on imminently publicly humiliating him.

Enter...Jesse St. James.

Jesse was by very definition, perfect. He had money, a great smile, an amazing singing voice, girls and boys fawning over him, an air of kindness, and an awesome body. Not to mention, he was the first person to actually pay any kind of positive attention to Noah; and Noah, being so naïve and wanting for a male's attention ate it up like a brand new puppy. He fell in love with the boy, and did everything Jesse asked of him – trying to be the best supportive boyfriend he could be. But then one day, while they were hanging out in Noah's room, Jesse asked for something Noah wasn't ready to give…he asked for Noah to have sex with him.

And well, Jesse was then not so sweet to Noah anymore. He insisted that if he truly loved him, he'd spread his legs and give it up; but Noah refused. The next Monday morning, he was met with everyone in the school laughing at him because Jesse lied and told everyone that he had given up his virginity like a desperate slut.

Noah had been devastated.

So as he walks the halls of his new school, Noah makes a promise to himself…no more relationships, period. And as the Slayer, it wasn't healthy anyway, because more than likely he would die by the hand of some ugly demon before he even has the chance to turn seventeen so, really, it was just as well.

Principle Figgins turned out to be a trip. He wondered if any students were afraid of him, and if they were what the hell for. He hadn't seen Mr. Shuester yet, but he was actually really glad about that. His peppy attitude was rather creepy, and while he understood he needed a watcher or whatever to teach him the ways of the Slayer, he wanted to spend only the minimal amount of time around him.

As far as students went, no one had really given him any trouble. He felt as if he was invisible. This was the best situation all around.

Well, it was until coming out of homeroom some Jock in a letterman jacket threw a fucking slushy in his face, while yelling, "Welcome to McKinley ya freak!"

He had been so shocked, he just stood there. He was the fucking Slayer now, and he still couldn't tell bullies off. And as far the "freak" comment went, well, he was used to that.

Wiping the ice from his face, and trying to ignore the growing stain on his shirt and by extension the lack of a replacement, he starts to make his way to the nearest bathroom when someone stops him.

"Oh dear Lord, I'm so sorry!" A small, mousy girl with long brunette hair says and grabs him by the hand to lead him to none other than 'The Ladies' restroom, which was thankfully deserted. "Those Neanderthals just don't know where a line is! I mean it's your first day, that's just not fair."

She gestures for him to sit down on the stool she brings out of a corner and then he finally notices her face. She was very pretty, deep brown eyes and had a sweet disposition. Noah didn't sense any bad vibes from her, so he decided to relax a little before he asked, "Not that I'm not grateful for the help, but who are you?"

She looks him dead in the eyes, as if she were surprised he was talking to her, and sputters, "Oh, I-I'm so sorry, I'm Rachel Berry – the lead in the McKinley Glee Club." Noah nods and smiles back at her wide, friendly grin. "I get slushies thrown at me all the time, and when I saw that Karofsky" she practically spits, "toss one at you, I just felt really bad. Are you okay?"

He nods and then offers, "I'm Noah Puckerman."

She turns the sink on and leans his head back, "It's nice to meet you, Noah." A beat. "Well, maybe not 'nice' considering I wouldn't have wanted to meet you after a slushy attack, but I just meant that you are new and since I know pretty much everyone here it was 'nice' to…"

Noah chuckles, "You talk a lot, huh?"

She blushes. "I'm working on that."

Noah shakes his head, "Don't, it's nice to meet someone that's more of a dork than me. And by the way, call me Puck."

She grins at his silliness. "I think I like Noah better."

He laughs again; maybe he can let it slide.

After a few more minutes of washing the stuff out of his dark, curly hair, Noah breaks the silence. "So I guess it was pretty obvious I was new."

Rachel looks down at him and bites her lip while turning off the water, "Well, I don't mean to offend you, but the look on your face after the slushy facial gave you away. You stop being so shocked after the third one."

"I'll keep that in mind," he smiles and takes the offered towel.

"So if you don't mind me asking, where are you from?" She asks as casually as she could, busying herself by mopping up the excess water with some paper towels.

Noah sniffles from some of the water that had gone up his nose, then replied, "Dayton."

She grins widely, "Oh so you went to Carmel, right? Do you know Jesse St. James?"

He bites back a groan. He can't even escape the ass in a different city! "Yes and unfortunately yes."

She falters some at his attitude, but surges on. "Last year, when I joined the Glee Club, we got to go and see one of their Invitational performances. His voice was amazing." She gushes, completely unmindful of Noah's quickly souring mood. "If he were in our group we would win for sure! What with the blend of his Broadway voice and mine, we would be unbeatable. I mean, Finn would be upset he were no longer lead, but I'm sure he'd under-…"

Noah gets up, "I gotta go."

She looks confused, but Noah just needs to breathe before he winds up spouting off at someone that hasn't done anything wrong.

She throws the towels away and the follows after him. "Did I say something wrong, Noah?" She asks him with a cute, worried pout, and Puck can't help but roll his eyes at himself.

Looks like he's found himself a leech.

"No, it's not you, Rachel," he sighs and keeps walking.

So does she.

He looks over at her. Her face is drawn as if she's trying to figure out a puzzle. "It was me bringing up Jesse St. James, wasn't it?"

Jesus, the chick was bold; and he ignored the flash of pain in his gut at the mention of his name again. "Yeah, I guess you could say we have…history."

"Oh," she pauses, "What happened?"

He stops and looks at her, trying to determine if she was really asking him that question. Something told him the girl really was that clueless, and it wasn't that she was trying to hurt his feelings, just that she didn't know how to catch a hint. "I'd rather not talk about it."

She nods and then asks another, more acceptable question. "Well where are you headed? I can help you find your classes."

He sighs and resists the urge to rub his eyes. "Spanish."

She gives him another wide grin before grabbing his arm and leading him down the hall, "Oh good, I am too! This year we have a new teacher, Mr. Shuester. No one really knows anything about him, but I hear he's really nice…"

And then he blocks her out.

So Mr. Shue is his Spanish teacher. Interesting cover, but why couldn't he have chosen something more badass like being the football coach?

Oh, yeah, because superpowers or no, Noah was destined to be a loser.

Great.

Thank you so much for reading this first part! Please drop a comment, no matter what it is you have to say! I'm open to ideas and suggestions as well.

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