Disclaimer: Yes, I am Ryan Murphy. LOL, JOKE! :D

Author's Note: This is a very short prologue for my first fanfiction, so please be kind. LOL! So for my first chapter, I decided to work with Puck. But I still don't know whom to pair him with. So watch out for the next chapter! :D

A TURN

PROLOGUE

PUCK. Everybody in high school is scared of that name. (Well, except the jocks cause Puck is on their side.) But during elementary days, no one knew Puck. They knew Noah Puckerman.

Noah was just new in Lima, Ohio. He kept transferring to a different city every a month or two because of his "Rockstar" dad's gigs. So it's safe to say that Noah doesn't have any permanent friends then.

His first Lima friend however was Finn. He sat beside him during the bus ride going to school. Noah caught Finn air drumming with two unsharpened pencils.

"You know those are meant for writing, right?" Noah said, while pointing at the pencils.

"Oh, yeah. They're just the closest thing I could get as drumsticks." Finn replied, while smiling awkwardly.

Noah's first day in William McKinley Elementary School was pleasingly well. He was classmates with Finn, who showed him around the school. Finn introduced to Noah his playmates, Matt, Mike, Santana and Brittany. After the introduction, they started playing with Mike's dinosaur figures. They were roaring and having a great time, until someone kicked their toys and stomping them against the ground.

"What's your problem, Dave?" Finn shouted. His face was flushed with the color of anger.

"I don't need any problem to do this to you… Or even to the new kid." The bigger 5th grader told Finn, and then glared to Noah. He crushed the figures one last time and walked away. Mike started tearing up, but Matt and the others calmed him down.

"Who was that?" Noah asked.

"Dave Karofsky. Someday, he'll meet his match." Finn whispered.

"You know how to make that Dave kid away from you and from your friends?" Mr. Puckerman said while chugging down his 7th beer of the night.

"What?"

"Show him who the boss is! You gotta fight, Noah. I don't have a wimpy son."

Noah just laughed, and finished his meal. After cleaning up the dishes, because his mom was at over-time, he went straight to bed. He was actually excited to go to school. He was looking forward to play with his friends. Somewhat, Noah wishes he could have them as permanent friends. No. I want them as my true friends, he thought to himself as he dozed off.

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