A/N: Before you read on, here's one thing you should know as background of the story:

No one in the popular crowd has joined Glee yet.

The story is slightly AU, slightly this-is-what-really-happened-but-they-never-showed-it-in-Glee fanfic. I twisted some of Glee's story lines, made it happen in different times or instances, so don't be surprised if you see a familiar line or so.

And yes, this fanfic was inspired (read: loosely based on) by Cruel Intentions, along with the song Every You Every Me by Placebo (which by the way, you should listen to).

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.


Puck could hear his phone vibrating, somewhere underneath the heap of clothes that lay on the floor. They were strewn across the room looking like someone had undressed hurriedly. A pink lacy bra hung on the doorknob. His boxers rested on the foot of the bed. But his jeans were nowhere to be found.

He sat straight up to look for them, but they remained to be seen. Somewhat begrudgingly, he rose from the bed to search for his jeans, not even bothering to cover himself up.

"Leaving so soon?" A forty-something woman asked in a husky voice, still resting beneath the covers. She looked like she got a day treatment from a spa as she stretched lazily and purred like a contented kitten. Puck smirked. He wasn't new to getting that kind of reaction from women, let alone stay-at-home moms. "Seen my jeans?" He grinned, quite pleased. The woman gazed at the ceiling, as though taking a moment to ponder on this. Then she sighed, smiling, and looked over at him as he snatched his boxers from the foot of the bed and started to get dressed. "It's over here." She reached for them, which lay on the side of her bed, and fished out his still vibrating phone. She read the screen and raised an eyebrow playfully. "Who's Finn? Does he want to play too?"

"Don't even think about it," Puck growled, amused at her innuendo. He climbed back on the bed and snatched his phone away from her manicured hands. He flipped open his phone and greeted his friend with a careless, "Sup."

"Dude, where the hell are you?" Finn said, sounding quite annoyed and impatient. "Coach Tanaka called a practice today, remember?"

"Oh shit, right," Puck muttered, recalling Tanaka's angry face as he sprayed the football team with spit giving them a sermon on how they haven't won any games.

"Well come on hurry-" He heard Finn say on the other end, but he was interrupted by a familiar voice in the background. "Hudson, stop gabbing on the phone and get your ass on the field now!" Finn quickly said, "Uh, gotta go, dude." Then the line went dead.

Puck snapped his phone shut and glanced at the brunette on his bed, who was staring back at him expectantly.

"Sorry babe, gotta go," Puck said and dressed quickly. The older woman - what was her name again? - didn't respond; she just stared at him, half deep in thought, and half in lust. Puck caught the unmistakable glint in her eyes and smirked arrogantly; he knew that look. He had seen it a hundred times. The first time he saw that look was just a few weeks ago when he was cleaning the Hollis family's pool. He had just been dumped by Santana, his then girlfriend, because his credit score was low. His credit score! He was dumbfounded by her reason; his credit score didn't seem to be a problem when they were making out in the corridors or doing more on her bed. He was disappointed by their breakup. To him, Santana was a free pass to sex; she was the most willing girl in school he knew, aside from that dumb blonde in the cheerleading squad, Brittany, but he didn't really count her because she only did it for her record of being a slut or something. But then Santana decided to be the bitch she was and dumped him, so he had resorted to nothing. Until that day he cleaned Mrs. Hollis' pool.

It had been a hot day and he was sweating profusely, so he took off his sweat-soaked shirt. He didn't really think that it would have an effect on Mrs. Hollis, or at least he thought so until she came out from the poolhouse with a tray of cool drinks in hand.

"Thanks, Mrs. H," he said while he grabbed a drink of cool lemonade from the tray. And then there it was - the glint of lust in her eyes. But she wasn't staring at his body; she was ogling at his nipple ring. He knew this because she asked, "Is that a nipple ring?"

It was a weird thing for an older woman such as her to notice, but her body was smokin' so he didn't really care. "Yeah. It's kind of rock and roll."

"I need your help unclogging my bathtub drain," she proposed without even the slightest hesitance.

And unclog her bathtub drain he did.

Mrs. Hollis must have been quite the gossiper, because ever since, his pool-cleaning business skyrocketed. And he's been getting acquainted with cougars ever since. It came to the point that he didn't even bother to recall their names anymore and remember his conquests. It was becoming all too easy for him. He missed the challenge that he always got with high school girls.

"So I'll see you soon?" the dark-haired woman on the bed said, shattering his train of thought. He smirked. "Maybe." And without waiting for a reply, he headed out.

Once he stepped foot on the backyard, he spotted a familiar teenage boy in a blue and white football uniform dragging his feet towards the front door. He looked worn out and happy to be home, but then his face broke into an unfriendly leer.

"What are you doing here, Puckerman?" He sneered. "Don't you have football practice? No wonder your team sucks."

Puck sneered back. He could care less about football. He was only there because that's what studs like him do - play sports. But he couldn't resist an opportunity like this. "Heading over there right now. I was just having sex with your mom. On your bed. Nice Star Wars sheets." And then he walked away, not even bothering to see his reaction. Probably one of terror. He chuckled, slid into his truck, and drove off.


"Puckerman!" A fat balding man yelled at him from halfway across the field. Several football players on the field seemed to be retiring from practice; they were heading towards the bench and water dispensers. Finn was one of them. He was giving Puck an apologetic you're-a-dead-man look. Coach Tanaka marched towards him, and as he did, he pulled up his shorts by the belt buckle, as he always did when he had something urgently important to say. Puck braced himself for another torturous sermon, complete with flying spit.

"Next time," the coach spat, "at least have the decency to say that you're going to be missing practice, goddammit!" He grabbed the cap off his head and threw it angrily on the ground. Then he leaned closer, forcing Puck to breathe an air of sweat and body odor. "Now listen here, Puckerman. One more screw up like this and you're off the team, got it, you little psychopath?" Puck wouldn't have been surprised if his ears started to emit smoke, just like in the cartoons his little sister watches. Coach Tanaka wasn't usually this angry. The ankle-grabber with the Star Wars sheets was right; Lima's football team sucks. And Tanaka was sick of losing.

Coach Tanaka retrieved his cap from the ground and stormed off. Apathetic, Puck turned away to face Finn, who was downing a bottle of watter to quench his thirst. "Sucks, dude," Finn said, shaking his head slowly to show sympathy. "Where were you, anyway?"

"Cougar," Puck shrugged nonchalantly, and Finn's eyes went wide. Finn knew all about his after-school affairs; after all, they were best friends. But that didn't stop him from being surprised. Finn didn't get twice the amount of action Puck got in a month. No, Finn didn't get any action, period. He was dating the president of the celibacy club, Quinn Fabray, who was also the captain of the Cheerios, the cheerleading squad of McKinley High. And that basically meant that Finn was never going to get some, unless he cheated on Quinn. But Finn wasn't like that. He was pretty much the golden boy of McKinley High. He was popular and squeaky clean, meaning he didn't have a reputation quite as tarnished as Puck's. Everybody loved him.

"You dog," Finn chuckled it off, but his bewilderment was still evident. Puck laughed with him anyway. In a way, he felt sorry for Finn and his unwanted virginity.

Their conversation was interrupted by a megaphone crackling in the distance. "You think this is hard? I'm living with hepatitis, that's hard! Hit the showers!" The snarky voice belonged to Coach Sylvester. Puck spotted Quinn descending from the pyramid, and the rest followed. Everyone except Quinn disappeared headed for the girls' locker room; Quinn sauntered towards them. Puck ignored the churning feeling in his stomach.

"Hey, Finn," she smiled shyly as she looked up at her boyfriend towering over her. She whipped her head at Puck's direction, blonde hair softly slapping Finn's chest. "Puck," she greeted with a tone one would only say was bitchy. Quinn didn't like Puck very much, probably because he kept hitting on her and every other girl in school. "Fabray," Puck nodded, but Quinn was busy making out with Finn to acknowledge his greeting.

Without thinking, Puck's eyes roamed to her skirt. He loved their cheerleading uniform. When he was dating Santana, she bent over once and he swore that he could see her ovaries. His eyes lingered on her legs. Yes, he was a leg man. Everyone with eyes would be too when the Cheerios took every chance they could to flaunt their legs.

He was beginning to feel uncomfortable observing Quinn as she kissed Finn. He didn't like this feeling; he knew what it was, he just didn't want to accept it. "Okay, the only time I'm letting myself watch a couple make out is if they're both girls," Puck said loudly. He didn't want to sound childish, but he didn't know what else to do there. That was as polite as he could get. Quinn sneered at him. Finn didn't look at him; he just continued to stare at Quinn, obviously mesmerized. Puck hated that at the back of his mind, he knew the feeling. "I'm out of here," Puck continued, not to be impolite, but because he really was bored and coming to the field was a waste of time. "It's getting late. See you, man." He nudged Finn with a closed fist. "Quinn," he smirked, and Quinn rolled her eyes. He turned on his heel and walked away, leaving them and his discomfort in the field.


A/N: I won't promise anything, but I will really try to finish this story. Haha. Maybe if I got a ton of reviews, I might actually see this through. You know what to do! :P Oh, and I really would like to improve on writing, so maybe critique a bit. Thanks. :D