DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GLEE OR ITS CHARACTERS

Author's Note: Hello again! This is my new fanfic and I hope you guys enjoy! I WILL BE DOING A SEQUEL TO 'GIVE IT UP'. I promise I will post it. I'm pretty sure it will be done in one shots and it will be a piece that I plan on never ending, using one shots whenever. But I will make sure to keep the main updates. I plan on having at least 15 one shots and from then on will just be occasional updates.

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Now, let's get to the story!

Finn's POV

"We suck," Puck says, abruptly stopping his guitar strumming.

"Come on, we'll get better over time," Sam defends.

Puck rolls his eyes, scoffing loudly, "No, I mean we really suck. We can't just keep playing the music without having a singer."

"Hey," I say. "It's not our fault that Quinn quit."

Sam nods his head in agreement, unplugging his bass from the amp.

"Well it's not exactly my fault either. The woman can't believe that me, Puck the sex god guitarist, is going to stick with one chick. Come on, that's just bat-shit crazy," He shakes his head. "Plus, we don't need her. She wasn't much of a power house. That alto voice was too sweet for our rock music."

"Yeah, well it was better than nothing. And now we have two weeks until the music festival in Central Park to get a replacement before our band goes down the toilet!" I exclaim loudly.

To say I'm pissed at my childhood best friend would be an understatement of all sorts. He's always the one causing trouble. I can remember one time when were only ten and he got me to set off firecrackers inside of my mom's garage.

Inside a fucking garage that is attached to the fucking house.

Let's just say that it ended with a call to the local fireman and two summers of nothing but cleaning pools to pay off for the damage.

Or another time when we were fourteen and drank a beer for the first time. He snuck some from his old man and brought it over to my house where we guzzled a twelve pack (he had seven and I had five) an hour before my mom came home from work. She caught on right away when she saw two teens laughing uncontrollably at the word "prunes" when she talked about what she had fed the elderly. As a consequence, we were both grounded into eternity.

We had moved to New York together and both attended Brooklyn University, majoring in music. Together we met Sam Evans and we three became close friends and roommates, moving into a small loft near the college. Puck had constantly caused sticky situations for us and at various points we had been threatened to be evicted from our apartment, or kicked out of school.

Thankfully the lucky asshole is great at kissing up and fixing whatever disastrous situation we are in.

But not even all the times Puck got me in trouble can surmount to how sucky this situation is right now.

When Sam and Puck dropped out of school junior year, they decided that they were going to start a rock bank. Of course the first person they asked to be the drummer was me since I've been pounding out a beat since I was only seven years old.

I thought it was a great idea, and I still do. I love being a rock star.

Sam had been dating this girl Santana at the time and damn, that Latina was sexy and talented. We asked her to join the band and be our singer. But, unfortunately, the girl left Sam for a ditzy blonde, admitting that she's a lesbian.

However, she did not leave us hanging.

"Call up my friend Quinn Fabray. Girl is all kinds of hot and has a good voice."

So we did call Quinn and we met up with her and Santana was right, she was smoking hot. But she was too… Linda Blair-ish. I never liked Quinn; she was a bitch, always telling us what to do. But we needed her and she stuck with us.

Our band, Trip to Ohio (Yeah, so Puck had been smoking the pipe when he thought of that one), had become a resident coffee shop, pizzeria, and bar performing group. We have fans and stuff, but it's not like we're some big group.

Fast forward a year of doing those specific gigs and Quinn and Puck end up dating. I told the douche it was a sucky idea because I know how Puck is (sex fiend), and I know how Quinn is (relationship girl).

After Puck finally got her to put out, he dumped her ass the minute after. Of course he thought nothing of it until she came storming into rehearsal for the upcoming festival for New Year's Eve with his star wars underwear, tossing them at Sam and then slapping Puck right in the face before quitting.

"You are a pig and I want nothing to do with this lame ass band. I quit!"

Sam and I decided that we didn't need a vocalist because the music is all that really matters anyways, but obviously that isn't a fact.

Puck is right, we definitely suck.

More importantly, we suck because of him.

No one is going to show up for these stupid auditions that we're going to hold to try and get a replacement. Why would someone waste their time with a crumbling apart band?

I eat my cold pizza and drink the stale beer (the remnants of our groceries) while studying. While Puck and Sam dropped out, I stayed with the whole college thing and I'll be graduating this spring if I pass my finals. There's a knock on the door and whoever it is just keeps smacking their fist against the door.

Sometimes I hate New Yorkers. I was never meant for the city anyways.

I go and open it up to be met with Puck and two girls whom I've never seen before.

"Oh my god, is that the drummer?" The brunette asks. She's real sexy, her makeup smoky and her hair pixie like. She's got a model's body and real nice breasts.

I grin and nod my head.

"Picked up these ladies for us, Hudson," Puck explains cockily and comes walking in the apartment with the red-head. "This is Veronica."

He motions to the tall brunette and I smirk at her as she steps forward towards me.

"Nice name," I deeply say. She smiles with her thin lips and I see her small, white, straight teeth.

"I'll leave you two alone. Let's go, Betty," Puck steers the girl down the hall to his bedroom door, leaving me alone with Veronica.

"So," She sits down on the leather couch in the living room. "You know I've always wanted to screw a drummer."

"Oh, are you saying I'd be your first drummer?" I joke and sit down next to her. She tosses her leg over my lap and straddles me, pulling her tank top up and over her head to reveal her large, plump breasts.

"Yes I am. And I'll be your first real woman," She huskily speaks.

I grin, "Is that so?"

I pull her by her neck so I can kiss her steamily.

This is the good life.

Rachel's POV

"I wasn't called back, 'Cedes," I sigh deeply, pinching the bridge of my nose. "I'm just never going to make it on Broadway, am I?"

"Please, girl, you know you'll end up in the spotlight one day. Stop moping around," Mercedes tells me.

I wish I could tell her that I won't be in the spotlight, but I know that will lead to one pissed off diva who will get the last word. I'm trying to think of what's wrong with me. I can dance, act, and of all things I can sing.

So why am I not being picked up by any casting agents?

It must be my looks and ethnicity. It's probably my Jewish nose. Ever since high school my beak has seemed to get me in nothing but trouble. The painful four years I had as a teenager in high school (I was incessantly ridiculed daily) had ended a long time ago, and I'm thankful for that.

I moved from the Bronx in New Jersey to Manhattan and I was a student at Julliard for musical theater. I graduated in honors and I was out on my own now, but I still can't be casted and it's a real bummer.

Not only did I need a job, and fast, but I needed to be known. My desperation for fame is growing stronger and stronger every day. All I have are my friends (Mercedes, Tina, Artie, Sunshine, Lauren, and Mike) and my dads' who can't afford to keep paying my rent in my classy Manhattan apartment.

"I'm glad that you believe in me," I settle for that statement before looking at the stack of flyers on the table I usually sit at in my favorite pizzeria, Inside Out.

I shuffle through and see nothing special; babysitting service, puppies for sale, home for rent… Band looking for lead vocalist.

I pull the army green colored paper and read its details.

Rock Band. Young. 300 per performance. Come to auditions Friday, 18th.

"What's that?" Mercedes asks.

A smile spreads across my face. This band is desperate for a singer and I'm desperate to sing! They won't deny my audition, certainly not! And this will look good on my applications, showing that I have experience outside of off-Broadway musicals.

"I've got to go and prepare a song, 'Cedes. I'm auditioning for Trip to Ohio."

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There you guys have it! The beginning to my new story. PLEASE REVIEW. I'm sorry if you don't like this beginning, I never like beginnings to stories :P I hope to update soon! PLEASE REVIEW! DON'T BE SHY – GIVE ME YOUR FEEDBACK.

OH, and a little fun question… if you guys were to name Finn and Rachel's baby, what would it be? Suggestions are welcome