AN: Here ladies and gentlemen, is the first installment of Return to Lima. This story is going to be a bit different from its predecessor. While it will still have key elements from the novel, I'm going to include much more Glee in this one. I really hope you enjoy!


Puck

I can't catch a break.

No seriously, after everything I've been through you'd think I'd have an easier life ahead of me but no. I was wrong.

My life sucks.

My face is pressed up the side of the police officer's car while he pins my hands behind my back.

"Stop struggling kid." He says. "You're not going anywhere."

I roll my eyes but stop moving. Once again I'm being accused of a crime I didn't commit.

Life's really a bitch sometimes.

About an hour later I'm being shoved into the police station and the cop unlocks my cuffs. "You got one call, kid." The man says. "Make it count."

I nod once, take the phone and call the one person I know might talk to me.

"Shannon Beiste here."

"Coach," I say carefully. "I need your help."

"Puckerman? Is that you? What's going on?"

"Well, I'm kind of in a shitload of trouble" I tell her.

She scoffs and I can almost feel her shaking her head over the phone.

"I didn't do it though." I tell her honestly. "I swear."

She pauses for a long time and I fear she's already hung up. "Tell me where you are."

Ten minutes later a very pissed off Shannon Beiste storms into the police station. Her arms are crossed over her chest and she's giving me the coldest stare I've ever scene her use.

"How do I know your telling me the truth, Puckerman?" She says evenly.

"I just am. You can choose to believe it or not."

She sighs and runs her fingers through her hair. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do with you. I can't just save your ass every time you head down the wrong path."

"Whatever. Don't help me. I don't give a rat's ass what happens anymore."

"What's gotten into you kid."

I stand up and start pacing. "My life's so fucking screwed up I can't take it anymore. Every time something starts going well for me it always ends up blowing up in my face."

Coach stares at me for a long while. "Stay here. I'll be back in a few minutes." She says going through an office door.

She comes out sometime later and gives me a look. "This is the last time I'm bailing your ass out." She tells me.

"What's going on? What are they going to do to me?" I ask her.

"The district attorney and I are friends so we've come to an agreement. In a few weeks you'll be joining Restart, Renew, and Revive. It's a camp for teenagers who have been affected by a traumatic experience in their lives."

He's crazy. There's no way I'll every agree to something like this. "You think me being arrested for drug dealing is a traumatic experience. I told you I didn't even do it."

"This isn't about the drugs, Puck. I think all the trouble you've been getting yourself into has been a direct result from the accident. Rachel wasn't the only one affected by it and you know that."

I shake my head. Talking about Rachel is still a sore subject for me. Not to mention I refused to admit that's she's right. She doesn't have the slightest clue how I feel. "I guess I don't really have a choice then."

"It's either this or your own personal jail cell. Your choice."

"Camp it is."

"Good choice."

I crash at Coach's house for the next few weeks. When the day comes for us to leave, a big white van pulls up in front of the house. Climbing inside I see that there are two other guys and three girls.

One of the girls leans down to fix her luggage and in doing so reveals the person she was hiding. My heart stops and my entire body feels numb.

Rachel.


AN2: There you have it. Yes, I know it's not very long but I promise the chapters will get longer. I liked having Puck's POV start the story just like I did in the first one. Leave a review and tell me what you thought!