So uh, this is my first Glee fanfic. :D I'm a giant Puckleberry shipper and you can see this in the story. It's not all Puckleberry though, there's Fabrevans, Faberry friendship, Fintana... and like, more. So review? And this is only really short because I wanted a different scene for the next chapter. (:
It's a pretty average day for the teenagers living in the small town, Lima, today. There's Cheerios standing by the entrance, hair shining in the sunlight and uniforms freshly pressed for the perfect week ahead of them. There's the football players, on the other side of the double doors, grinning and punching each other in the shoulders as teenage boys do. Then there's the hockey players, smirking with evil glee as another nerd is thrown into the dumpster behind the school.
And then there's the Gleeks. Of course, most of them are actually popular. There's Sam Evans, Finn Hudson, Mike Chang, Artie Abrams, and Noah Puckerman; the football players. And then there's Santana Lopez, Brittany S. Pierce, and Quinn Fabray; the cheerleaders. But as for Rachel Berry, Mercedes Jones, Tina Cohen-Chang, Lauren Zizes, they're the unpopular(with Rachel being most) bunch of the group.
So the day starts and the slushies are distributed. But this "average" day is completely wiped off the board when Noah Puckerman(known as Puck, if you still want to keep your physical health) punches Dave Karofsky for slushying Rachel Berry. Because that, my dear readers, is not an average thing to do.
"What the hell, Puckerman?" Karofsky yells through his bloody hand, staggering backwards. His face is a scary red and no one else dares to make a sound. Even Rachel, who's behind Puck's protective position, eyes big and wide. Deep, unsteady breathing is coming from Puck's snarled mouth.
"Don't you ever fucking touch her, Karofsky," He hisses, fists sitting heavily at his side. Rachel steps up, ever the brave one, and touches his shoulder lightly.
"It's rather fine, N-"
"Well, I'm not fucking fine about it, Berry, so you must not be." His dark eyes glance at her short figure before narrowing in on Dave again.
Everyone's terrified and confused. Thinking about what could possibly happen if he reacts angrily back, Dave walks off, shoving a frightened freshman into a locker.
Then everyone looks at Puck, mixed expressions on. Rachel is looking at him with something akin to awe. Finn Hudson, however, is glaring, jaw clenched with jealousy. Quinn Fabray looks at Puck, brow furrowed in thought before leaning into her boyfriend Sam's arms. And Santana Lopez looks livid.
"I... Thank you," Rachel murmurs adorably soft before rushing off to the bathroom. Then the loud murmur of conversation slowly walks in and all is normal for the time being, Puck storming off to his locker, brow furrowed as he unlocks his locker and puts his things in. It's not long before Finn comes up, eyes confused and a little angry.
He leans on the locker next to his (kind of)best friend, looking down. "So uh, what the hell was that?" Puck doesn't respond right away, glancing lazily at the tall boy before shutting his locker and shrugging. To anyone else, including Finn, it seems that Puck is exaggerating his response. To his mother or sister(or Rachel Berry), he's panicking because he doesn't really know.
"Someone needs to stand up for the little midget. Might as well be me since I'm apparently the only one who likes her." With a sneer and cocked eyebrow, Puck walks away from the conversation, toward his Spanish class. And then the normal setting is erased again when Puck walks in to find a familiar hour-glass figure standing behind the wooden desk.
"Ah. Mr. Puck." Holly Holiday grins, a joking tone setting in. Shock creeps off and Puck laughs, sliding into his familiar seat.
"I'll be damned."
"And how is my favorite badass?" She questions easily, smiling as she stands up. Puck tenses up, looking at his bruised fist then at the door. He mumbles a half-hearted response that he's fine and looks down at his books. Once Dean Stewart, a baseball player, walks in, all is forgotten for the time being. But all through the class, Puck can feel her questioning eyes on his face.
The time passes by without warning to the two people and Puck is already up, about to go out the door into the bustling hallway when Holly's pen stops writing. "Puck, come here please." He groans, pivots on his foot and looks at the substitute, annoyed that she wanted to press on.
On something that's none of her fucking business too, his foul-mouthed mind adds.
"What's wrong, Puck?" She peers at him, analyzing his tense muscles. He rolls his eyes, feeling like Schuester might be rubbing off on her. Then the usually rude teenager shrugs, looking down at his growing purple fists. Not that he regrets a damn thing he did this morning.
"I.." He doesn't know if he should tell her or not. "I realized that I have to protect someone since no one else is even fucking willing to." Then she frowns, eyebrows creased down, not quite understanding.
She clears her throat before standing up and stacking a few papers. "Well, I'll see you at Glee, alright Puckerman? Good luck with... protecting her.." She murmurs the last part and Puck nods stiffly, walking out.
He has a feeling this second half of the school year is going to be life-changing.