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This is DarkAngelElektra story I have only transformed it into a glee fic

Let Me Fall

Chapter 1: The Prodigal's Return

August 21, 2006

He was never supposed to come back.

At least, that's what he'd told himself. But yet, somehow, against all his better judgment, Noah Puckerman found himself back in Hollywood. By all rights, he should have felt grateful, or at the very least, nostalgic. But to Noah, it was just another party, concert or cd signing. That's all; it didn't matter how many parties, concerts or cd signings—just so long as he could sing. To some celebrities it was all about the gold, all about the prestige—but to the Mo hawked-Haired singer, it had always been all about the feeling. No money could come close to the rush he felt as he sang in front of an audience….

Not that he was totally opposed to holding gold. He might be a daredevil, but Noah Puckerman was still there to win. He might be a little older and a little wiser, but he was still hungry for competition, ready to sink his teeth into whatever talent had sprung up in the industry during his absence. Maybe he wasn't ready to challenge for the lead role in the Spring Awakening play yet, but he would start on the bottom, if that's what it took. Start on the bottom and work his way up; prove to those guys in the comfy chairs who made all the decisions that the Charismatic Enigma could run with the big dogs.

Puck walked down the hall away from the gorilla position, thinking about his recently ended first scene back, grimacing as he did so. Edge—now that had been starting at the bottom. It didn't matter that he was now also the lead in the play; as far as Puck was concerned, ever since that whole situation with Sarah and Matt, Edge was scum, plain and simple. Most likely, someone on high had wanted to stir up some of the old controversy surrounding the scum, and figured that one Puckerman was as good as another. Well, it didn't work like that. Edge and Sarah—they were Matt's business, not his, and lead role aside, Puck wanted no part of it.

This brought him to the way the scene had ended. People had been congratulating him on his return ever since he'd stumbled backstage; he wanted to remind them all just how empty that return was. A small part in a huge play that didn't mean anything. He hadn't won; he'd just survived. The whole point of returning was to prove to everyone that he wasn't washed-up; that he could burn bright without burning out.

The Mo hawked-Haired boy ground to a halt, closing his eyes and tilting his head up toward the ceiling. He clenched his fists at his sides, remembering his last concert, recalling the roar of the fans and the rush of air and how good, how good, it felt…

Someone bumped into him, almost hard enough to knock him over. Puck's eyes flew open, and he staggered to the side. He heard a sliding sound, and looked down to see a mobile Sidekick skittering between his legs. The Charismatic Enigma did a weird side-step, crossing one leg over the other to avoid stepping on the device. He teetered for a moment, his arms pinwheeling back and forth. His equilibrium regained, he bent down, picking up the SideKick and staring at it for a moment in bewilderment.

"Excuse me!" Puck almost winced at the female voice that grated on his ears. He did not envy the guy who had to wake up to that. He turned toward the source of the voice—then froze when he saw that it belonged to perhaps one of the prettiest girls that he'd ever seen.

She was short, probably only a few inches above five feet, and definitely Latina. Her long curly hair was a dark reddish-brown. She was dressed all in brown, from her chocolate-colored crocheted top to her furry brown boots. She would have been gorgeous—if her face hadn't been twisted into an expression of arrogant irritation.

The mystery girl cleared her throat, holding out her hand palm up. Her nails were long and perfectly manicured. Puck looked from her hand back up to her face. "Do you mind?" she snapped, and he realized that she was referring to the SideKick. Wordlessly, he held it out toward her, and she snatched it from his grasp, glaring at him as though expecting him to grab it right back and run like hell.

Wrapping her slender fingers around the mobile device (they looked more like talons, now that Puck thought about it), the mystery girl crossed her arms over her chest, tapping her booted foot impatiently. Apparently, she found Puck's reticence even more annoying. "Well?" she added, raising one eyebrow expectantly.

Puck shot his eyes to the left, then to the right, wondering if he'd somehow missed part of the conversation. "Well…what?" he finally asked.

The mystery girl sighed, as though the answer was obvious and Jeff was slow. "Well…aren't you going to apologize for bumping into me?" she replied.

The Mo hawked-Haired Warrior felt an overwhelmingly urge to laugh, and he did laugh, throwing his head back as he tried to regain control of himself. This girl was nothing more than a spoiled little princess, one who was accustomed to getting what she asked for. If it rained on her birthday, she probably would have taken it as a personal affront. Wiping tears from his eyes, he looked back at the mystery girl. His laughter must have pissed her off even more; steam was practically coming out of her ears. "Apologize?" he managed to get out between chuckles. "You ran into me, remember?"

The mystery girl scowled; she must not have been used to having her logic questioned. "You—you—you punk!" she sputtered, an epithet, which made Jeff laugh even harder. "Don't you know who my boyfriendis?"

Puck shook his head, unable to answer. He felt like he was about to throw up; he was laughing so hard.

Once again, he had given her the wrong answer. The girl's face turned bright red. "You will!" she spat. "Wait 'til I tell him about this; he's going to kick your ass!"

"Good!" Puck replied with some difficulty. God, he couldn't remember the last time he'd found a situation so funny! "I welcome the competition!" He broke down again on the last word, and had to bend over and put his hands on his knees. After several agonizing seconds, he was able to get himself back under control, and straightened up.

The mystery girl was still where he'd left her, peering at him critically. Something about the probing intensity of her gaze unnerved Puck, and he felt compelled to comment. "What? What're you staring at now?"

The mystery girl looked back at him for a moment, and then her mouth curved up into a malicious smile. "Nobody," she cooed, poisoned sweetness dripping off her every word. Her eyes never left his. "Nobody at all."

Her icy calm was more terrifying than her rage a moment ago, and Puck felt his grin fade. The girl's smile grew even wider; she must have been pleased with her handiwork. Waggling her fingers at him in a farewell, she mouthed "Bye!" before spinning smartly on her heel and continuing down the hall.

Puck watched her depart, shaking his head. Girls like that…beautiful to look at, but God help the poor sap who got too close. And Puck had been around long enough to know when it just wasn't worth getting your hand bitten off at the wrist. Still…it didn't hurt to look…and he would have been lying if he said that that girl—bitchy personality and all—didn't intrigue him.

The Charismatic Enigma looked down the now-deserted hallway, uttering the one question on his mind:

"Who wasthat?"