A.N. This is a new story, based off the movie "John Tucker Must Die". I was watching this with my sister a few days ago, when she said that Jesse Metcalfe reminds of Puck. The idea to do this story just started from there. My sister, whose name is Shannon and really helps me with writing anything, really helped me format the characters and change the plotline slightly. So without further ado, I hope you enjoy "Noah Puckerman Must Die".
Exclaimer: I don't own Glee or "John Tucker Must Die", because if I did, Cory Monteith and Jesse Metcalfe would be with me right now. And Mark Salling would be in the mix too, well, all of the guys from Glee.
Prologue
Hello, my name is Rachel Berry. But you probably don't know me, no one does. I mean, my only friends are three guys who at first only talked to me because I gave them the answers on tests, but that doesn't happen until later. I guess we have to go before I even moved here. I was in the seventh grade when I realized I was invisible. Not the kind of invisible where you can't see me, the kind where no one knows you exist and ignores you. No, it was more like I was just, you know, kind of…anonymous. It's not that I didn't try, I mean, people just thought of me as a…..
"Loser," a girl says as she passes me.
Yeah, a loser. Of course, when it came to love...
A boy in my class that sits behind me hands me a note with a heart on it.
"Pass it on," he says, and I pass the note to the girl in front of me.
Yeah, that sucked, S-U-C-K-E-D, sucked. There was another thing working against me…
I was now standing in my new living room surrounded by boxes. A boy around my age walks in carrying a plate of brownies.
"Hi," I say.
"Hey, I'm Justin. I live just next door...and, uh, my mom sent me over...with these brownies or something," the boy says, handing me the plate. "Oh, hi, I'm Rachel. W-We just moved here, I mean, duh-the boxes and everything," I say, pointing to the boxes around me. My mom walks into the room. "Holy jama lama" the boy mumbles.
That other thing is... my mom.
"Hi, I'm Shelby," my mom says. The boy instantly takes the plate from my hands and gives them to my mom.
"Um... I made these for you. Be careful; you're hot, I mean...they're hot, so hot," the boy continues mumbling.
She's never had any trouble landing men, she's just had trouble keeping them. After my dad left us when I was ten for another man, my mom has dated a lot of guys. I used to keep track, but I found it exhausting, so, I just call 'em all...Skip.
I'm always eating breakfast when I meet them, each one telling me the same thing.
"Hi, Rachel, I'm going... to be... your new...father," each word said by a different man my mother brought home.
"Maybe we shouldn't get ahead of ourselves now, Skip," I say to the latest one.
"It's, uh, it's Steve, kiddo. Why do you keep calling me Skip?" he asks while drinking the milk from the carton.
Because, eventually... that's what they all do. It's happened so many times that my mom's developed...a very mature reaction. A quick therapy session...or two...or three…
I watch as my mom eats spoonful after spoonful of chocolate icing.
And then we pack up the car and flee to another town. Okay, maybe being invisible does have its advantages.
"Excuse me!" my mom yells out the window as we drive to our next town. I look out the back window and wave to the other kids playing in the street, but none of them even notice me.
Because, moving all the time...I never had to deal with the whole ''awkward good-bye'' thing.
Now I'm in the football stands at my new school, McKinley High. It's football game night, and everyone comes to the games, even nobodies like me.
"All right, guys, here we go, I'm open!" a boy on the field yells.
Here's me.
I'm sitting in the second to last row of seats on the bleachers in the far right.
It wasn't easy, but in just a few short months I went from ''sort of unknown'' to...
"Are you a narc?" a girl behind me asks.
But enough about me, this story isn't even about me. It's about him, Noah Puckerman, or Puck as he's commonly referred to. Let's face it, he is the man. Captain and running back of the football team, his family's loaded, and he looks somewhere between an Abercrombie model and a Greek god, except with a Mohawk.
"Puck!" a boy yells from the sideline.
"Let's go, Puck! Kill the Bobcats! Not real bobcats, I mean, they're endangered," a blonde ditzy girl yells out before holding up a sign saying something about protecting baby chicks. I look back at the field and see Quinn Fabray holding a microphone in front of a camera in her Cheerios uniform.
"It's no question who's taking the Titans to state this year," Quinn starts, before Puck walks up to the camera, taking the microphone from her.
"Noah Puckerman here, also known as Puck, Puckzilla, Puckasauras, Puckster," Puck starts as his best friend Finn comes into frame.
"Puckster," Finn says, giving him a high-five before going on the field.
"Some people call me Puckerone, but I'm best known as El Capitan," Puck continues before going on the field. Quinn hands the microphone to another girl before going to the group of cheerleaders standing in the middle of the field. They perform a routine to "Maneater" by Nelly Furtado, ending with the other cheerleaders pointing at Quinn, who's standing in the middle with her hands up.
"Ho-ho, Quinn!" a boy calls out from the stands.
"Whoo-hoo! Shake it, baby!" another calls out.
"Short skirts equals talent," a Latina girl says, standing in front of the camera.
"Yeah, Quinn's hot!" another boy from the stands yells.
"Go, Titans!" Quinn yells.
"Go Titans!" the Cheerios yell out together.
Now I'm at Breadstix, where I work as a waitress. It's practically the only restaurant in town, and everyone goes to it.
"Hey, table six," Tina, another waitress, tells me, and I walk over to the table to see Noah Puckerman.
I remember the first time I spoke to Noah Puckerman. It's not like he blew me away or anything. I mean, I was totally in control.
"Hi," Puck smirks at me.
"Yes. I mean... no, I-I mean, y…," I stutter.
"I'm... not quite ready to order," Puck says, still smirking.
"Thanks," I reply before curtsying and walking away.
Please tell me I did not just curtsy
A blonde girl walks to the table and sits down, kissing Puck on the lips.
What was I thinking? Of course a guy like that already has a girlfriend. That's Quinn Fabray. Captain of the Cheerios, editor of the Muckraker, Class President, in the Brainiacs, president of the Celibacy Club, correspondent for the high school TV station, and editor of the Thunderclap. I heard that she's been campaigning for Prom Queen since eighth grade.
"I've decided to write a children's book," Quinn says to Puck with a smile.
Oh, and she's writing a children's book.
Quinn begins speaking in French. I know enough to know she's only saying the menu in French.
"Mm! You are so sexy when you speak French," Puck says as I walk over to take their order. As I stand in front of the table, they begin to kiss.
"Mm...Uh, do you guys...want a minute?" I ask before going back into the kitchen. The next day, I'm coming back from the kitchen with two pitchers of water when I see a different girl sit down at the table.
Whoa, scratch that. He's got two girlfriends. That one's Santana Lopez. She's the bad girl. Constantly skipping class and throwing slushies at nerds, like me. She's also known to be easy.
I walk over to their table just as Santana starts to speak.
"And Molly's all 'Why don't we go to class today?'," Santana says.
"Go to class?" Puck says scoffing.
"I know. I mean, I haven't gone since freshman year, why start now?" Santana says. As I'm about to ask what they want to order, Puck holds a finger up to me and continues looking at Santana.
"Two green salads, dressing on the side. Salmon for her, lobster for me," he says without breaking her gaze.
"I love when you do that," Santana says, moving closer to him.
"I love doing that," Puck replies, moving towards her.
"I love that you love that I love you doing that," Santana says, kissing Puck's neck.
"And, no need to rush between courses," Puck says to me, before moving his lips to Santana.
"That top looks so hot on you. I bet it's even hotter off of you," Puck says as I start to walk away. The next night, I see Puck walk in again with another blonde girl.
"Never been here before, babe., so I hope they have good vegetarian," Puck says sitting down.
Okay, stop it already. Three girlfriends?
"Oh, no! Veal? I'm sorry, let's just go. You know, if I wanted to torture animals I'd go to a medical lab, " Puck yells, getting up.
"Hey," the girl besides him says softly.
"Which, I would never do, 'cause they torture animals," Puck says sitting down again.
Okay, I'm not passing judgment, but, for whatever reason, being a vegan teen activist is usually code for ''easy.'' This one is Brittany Pierce. She's not the brightest crayon in the box, but she's really nice to everyone, well, to people who are vegan.
"You know, for you, I don't have to give up all meat," Brittany whispers to Puck, but since Brittany can't really whisper, most of the restaurant heard her.
See? I'm not making this stuff up.
"I don't get it. I mean, these girls all seem so confident and cool. How do they not know that Puck's cheating on all of them?" I say to Tina.
"He's a total operator. He goes out with girls from different cliques, so that they never actually talk to each other. And then he tells them that his father won't let him date during basketball season, so they'll have to keep it a secret," Tina explains.
"How'd you learn all this stuff?" I ask, turning towards her. Her face breaks out into tears.
"I don't know. Just a guess," she says before bursting into tears and running into the kitchen. The next day at school, I see him walking down the halls right next to Finn Hudson, the quarterback and his best friend. He's high-fiving anyone who greets him and gives them smiles.
Puck was confident in his system for juggling girls, but even he couldn't anticipate the events of Black Tuesday.
I look back at him before walking into the gymnasium and closing the door behind me.
-NPMD-
A.N. So this is the prologue just to start off. I will try to update as fast as I can. I'm taking a short break from "Falling Slowly" because I'm really stuck on the chapters and don't know what to write about. I hope you enjoy this new story.
-FinnHudsonismine5