Hokay, guys. So here's the deal: You open up your iTunes and pick the first twenty songs that come up on shuffle. Then, write a short one-shot for each one. Or, you know, you could make a whole story out of it. But generally, one-shots will suffice. DOOOOO IIIITTTTTTTT.

This is my first Glee fanfic, so I hope you guys enjoy it! PUCKLEBERRY TIL THE DAY I DIE.

Here's the key for the song:
Mr. Schuester
Everyone
Just the guys

Disclaimer: Dude, I totally wish I owned Glee. Or, better yet, got to BE ON GLEE. *dies*
Other Disclaimer: I also do not own Apache (Jump On It). That belongs to the Sugarhill Gang.
NOW ON TO THE STORY.

If Puck had to pick the moment he knew once more that he was a hooked man, it was watching Rachel Berry make an ass of herself trying to do Mr. Schuester's choreography. Not since sophomore year, when he discovered she was a fellow Jew, had the petite brunette managed to grab his attention, not even with her diva tantrums.

The Glee kids, plus their sprinkling of new recruits, had gathered in the choir room the first afternoon of Puck's junior year. He and Finn, who had eventually forgiven him for knocking up his girl, took their place in the back row of chairs next to Matt and Mike. He hadn't noticed Berry enter the room, nor had he seen her all day.

After several more minutes, Mr. Schuester burst into the room carrying a stack of sheet music. He beamed at the group. "Well, it's good to all of these familiar faces back with us!" he exclaimed. "And it's always nice to see new recruits," he added, smiling at the noobs. They tentatively smiled back before Schue continued. "Our second place win at Regionals and 6th place finish at Nationals was not a bad way for New Directions to make its debut last year, but we don't need anymore introductions. They know who we are now, but they have no idea just what we are capable of. This year, our routines will be more intricate, song parts will be more difficult, and solos will be more selective." He paused there to look at each of us, making sure we got the full weight of his words. A familiar thrill curled in Puck's gut. It was a feeling he often got before a big game or before throwing a slushie in some loser's face. He could feel a smirk spreading across his face.

"So!" Mr. Schue clapped his hands together excitedly, "Let's get this rehearsal started, shall we?" He began to hand sheet music to everyone. "I figured we would start out with something fun, since it's just the first day. For the most part, you guys can just follow me. New guys, try to keep up. Ok, from the top!"

Puck grinned at the music in his hand. He turned to Finn, who had the same look on his face. They high-fived each other as the familiar tune filled the rehearsal room.

Tonto, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it...
Kemosabi, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it...
Custer, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it...
Apache, jump on it, jump on it, wowowowowowowowowo!!
A-hunga-hunga-hunga-hunga

I'm Big Bank, I am the Chief
I got a lot of raps but I'll be real
I never need a horse I like to chill
so I, drive up in my new Seville
My Tribe went down in the hall of fame
Cause I'm the one who shot Jesse James
Pound for pound, I will never break down
(Big Bank!) No sir, I don't mess around

Awowowowowowowowowow!! Ho!
!!

For the most part, everyone seemed to keep up with Mr. Schuester, at least that's what it looked like to Puck. Suddenly, though, there was a break in the girls, and that was when he saw Rachel. The summer had certainly been good to her. Her skin seemed to glow from the extra sun she had gotten, her legs golden and toned sticking out from one of her impossible short skirts. Was it just him, or had her boobs gotten bigger, too? Maybe that was just his imagination. After his initial once-over, he finally stopped to notice what she was doing. She was obviously singing at the top of her lungs, as per usual, but her version of Schuester's choreography was too much. Her hips were and arms were all over the place, her legs not keeping up, and she was beaming.

It was the smile that did it, he was sure. She just looked like such a freaking dork, but also like she was having more fun than anybody in that room, just singing a silly song and dancing like an idiot. She looked more real to him at that moment and more beautiful than she ever had before. Puck felt a sharp pang resonate in the middle of his chest as he watched her, almost forgetting to sing his part. The pang slacked off into a sort of warmth that seemed to spread the entire expanse of his chest as he continued to gaze at her.

As the last notes of the song faded away, Rachel seemed to remember herself. She stopped bouncing around, smoothed down her skirt and hair, and replaced the goofy grin with a look of haughty aloofness. For a second, it almost worked. Puck almost believed that was the real Rachel Berry. But the scene he had just witnessed would be proof enough at times like this that she was human enough.

Puck's eyes followed Berry's small form as she sashayed from the room. He didn't know why he was suddenly noticing her again now. They had been over for almost a whole year now, and so much shit had gone down between then and now. It seemed completely implausible that he would be thinking of Rachel Berry again, not that he ever really did when he could avoid it. With Quinn freezing him out, Finn wanting to kill him, football, and Glee, not to mention working on his guns, Puck was surprised he had gotten through his sophomore year in one piece.

But it was all over now. He had an entire summer to deal with everything, and now he was back and ready to totally kick some ass. And there was no reason he had to focus on Rachel Berry. Quinn was still single and had finally gotten her figure (and her Cheerios uniform) back. Santana was looking fine as hell this year. There was that one chick who tried to pass him a note in English earlier. He had options. Now he just needed to stop thinking about Berry…and her smoking legs, killer smile, and knockout voice.

"Rachel looked good today, didn't you think so?" Finn asked him later at football practice.

That night, Puck made damn sure to delete "Apache" from his playlist. The temptation was getting to be more than he could stand.