A/N: Hey guys! This is my first fanfic! I hope you like it. I would love some reviews, even constructive criticism would help. I want to be able to put up fics that you guys like, so please tell me if there's something you'd like me to change, or redo! Oh, and by the way, i've never been to an audition or done any show business whatsoever so if there are some mistakes in the technicality, please tell me! I would love to know. Thanks so much, guys. Now, on to the story!
Summary: Puck and Rachel meet at Rachel's audition for a movie. Puck's a director; Rachel's an up-and-coming actress. Puck realizes he has feelings for her the first time she kisses her love interest in the movie during one of their scenes. Does Rachel have the same feelings? AU. Puckleberry ending. Starts with OC/Rachel. Glee characters do come into the story.
Chapter 1: The Audition
"Hey, Rachel. I'm glad I caught you," a cheery voice said through the phone.
"Hello, Emma," Rachel Berry replied.
"Rachel, I just got you an audition for a movie. They have this character I think you'd be great for," her agent said.
"That's great. When's the audition?"
"It's in a couple of weeks. I know there's not too much time for you to study the script, but I think you'll do just fine. I'm faxing the script over as we speak."
A few minutes later, Rachel received the script.
"I'll go over this tonight and see how I like it."
"Sure, sweetie. Now, you have your photo shoot at Vogue tomorrow, so lay off the carbs and calories when you have your lunch with Taylor Swift today. I'll send a limo over to your flat at eight tomorrow."
Rachel walked into the waiting room. She was a half an hour early, so she was the only one there. The room was bright and everything looked clean and new. Magazines filled stylish cloth boxes under the side tables. The room smelled of a mix of musky cologne, sweet, floral perfume, and mints. There was a table with water bottles, so she took one before sitting down on a comfy chair. A few minutes later, a few girls started trickling in, and then more and more came in until there was no more room on the couches or chairs.
Looking at her watch, she saw that it was time to get the audition started. Then, suddenly, the door opened, and six men came in. Right on time.
One man had a Mohawk. He was very easy to distinguish as Noah Puckerman. She'd seen him all over the tabloids. Man-whore, they wrote, but he was the best director in the business. He was hands-down the hottest guy she'd ever seen, even with the atrocious hairstyle. He wore dark wash fitted jeans, with a blue button-up shirt tucked in and rolled up to his elbows. The shirt was thin, so you could see the muscles in this arms contouring and pushing against the material. You could even see his six pack! His untied black and grey Vans made him look very casual.
Looking at his face, she saw him looking back at her, smirking and then he winked. She blushed, furiously, embarrassed to be caught staring. He looked her up and down, appreciatively. She looked down at her white sundress self-consciously. It was mid-thigh when she stood, but after sitting down, it had ridden up. Along with her sundress, she wore nude pumps and her lucky Star of David pendant necklace her father had given her at her first opening night on Broadway. She looked back at him, blushing. Rachel could not get over how powerful and downright sexy his hazel eyes looked.
This was insanity! She was getting hot and bothered at an audition!
"Hello. Welcome. Now, my name is Sam Evans. I'm the co-producer." He had blonde hair and a slightly large mouth. He looked thin and muscular. Sam wore khaki shorts with a white button-up shirt and Vans.
"I'm Finn Hudson, the other co-producer," the tall one said. He was definitely the tallest of the men, but not as handsome. He looked more "boy next door" than "hot Hollywood." His green shirt and baggy pants with Converse were a great example of it.
"Will Schuester, casting director." Will's white shirt with dark blue jeans made him look the most casual.
"I'm Eric Mellark; I'm playing Matthew in this movie. I'm going to be running through the lines with you." Eric's face was a familiar one. Rachel had seen him in many gossip magazines. In his tight grey shirt and khaki shorts, he looked like every other Hollywood actor.
"I'm Puck. I'm the director," he said, lifting a hand in greeting. He looked at her briefly before winking and discretely thrusting his hips out toward her.
Well, shit.
"I'm Artie, the assistant director." He stood in tight skinny jeans and a white V-neck with a casual beige blazer, with nerd glasses. On his feet, he wore black and silver pumped-up kicks.
"Alright. So, we'll call you in individually. We have a list here, so why don't we get started," Sam said, clapping his hand once.
Rachel still sat in the waiting room six hours later. She had read all the US, People, and Vogue magazines, as well as going through all 400-something emails, deleting, saving, and replying. In addition, she had written a well over-due to-do list and a grocery list. Of course, she was the last one in the room.
The door opened and closed, and a girl walked out. She smiled and left quickly with her script in hand. The door opened again, and a young blonde came out carrying a list. Rachel suspected she was an assistant getting drinks. She waited patiently now, sure she would be sent in any minute.
"Puck, how many more we have to audition today?" Finn Hudson asked, restlessly drumming his fingers on the glass table.
"We've seen a lot of girls today, and none of them really fit the role. You said it yourself," Sam Evans said.
"Just one more. I know you guys are anxious. I get it. I'm tired; you're tired. Why don't we get some iced coffee or tea? Babe, can you go get us some more coffee?" Puck said to one of the young assistants.
"No problem, Mr. Puckerman," the blonde said cheerfully. "What would you like?"
After ordering their drinks, they got back to business.
"Now, I don't think any of these girls have fit the bill for this movie, but I heard from Emma Pillsbury that our next one is our best choice. Rachel Berry. Her repertoire looks amazing. She's been in tons of musicals like Belle in Beauty and the Beast, Maria in West Side Story, Elphaba in Wicked, and Fanny in Funny Girl. She's like won the Tony Award five times! She's also guest starred in a few TV Shows such as Glee, Bones, and How I Met Your Mother. She has her own CD called Cherry which got her on the Billboard Top 20. This woman is the best one we've got. Hopefully, she's it for us," Will said, looking through her files.
"I've seen her in a few things. She's good," Puck commented. "Hot, too, and that's a plus."
"Alright, let's send her in," Will said, ignoring Puck's comment.
"Hello. My name is Rachel Berry," Rachel said, walking in and sitting down on a chair in front of the men.
"Alright, Rachel. Hello. Why don't we talk about your repertoire? You have an amazing history in show business. I heard you originally lived in New York. What made you move?" Sam asked.
"Well, I've always wanted to be in Broadway. I've appreciated these last few years on the stage, but I wanted a little change. I had already guest starred in a few shows, visiting LA, and I knew I liked it here, so why not try living here for a while?" Rachel said.
"I've been to New York, its great there," Puck commented, leaning toward her.
"Thanks, I love it. They just don't have the same pizza here," Rachel said, mock pouting, trying to cover up her blush.
"I know what you mean. Anyways, why don't we start off with a few scenes from the movie," Puck said.
A few hours later, Rachel had left after an amazing audition. There was no doubt in anybody's mind that this was the girl they were looking for.
"I say hell yes," commented Puck. "Did you see how hot she was?" He whistled lowly.
"Alright, Puck. We get it. You really enjoy the visual appeal," Eric said, rolling his eyes.
"You know it, Fish-Cheeks," Puck said, pointing his finger and smirking.
It was an inside joke Eric and Puck had. When they had first met, it had been at the Oscar's dinner party. Eric had just eaten a huge bite of steak, and when he went to shake hands and introduce himself to Puck, his mouth had been full. Puck had said, "You look like you have fish-cheeks," and the name stuck.
"Come on, guys. Focus. We have a decision to make here," Will said.
"I have great news, Rachel! You got a call-back for the role of Bethany!" exclaimed Emma.