Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THE SETTING, OR THE CHARACTERS, BESIDE A FEW OF MY OWN CREATION. ALSO I DO NOT OWN ANY QUOTES OR SONGS MENTIONED, OR ANY BRANDS EITHER.
Prologue
Another day dawned as weary students trudged around the corridors of McKinley High. It was another ordinary Monday, and the older students were all tired out from the big party at Pucks house Friday night. His mum was out of town so he threw a rave, which lasted from the late hours Friday night, all the way through till Sunday. Everyone had suffered through hangovers so bad they thought they would never be able to go in the sunshine again. But downing a few pills was all they got, as they headed off for another week of mundane school. The Glee Club were already gathered in the choir room, ready for another rehearsal before first period. They had been working themselves into the ground striving to perfect their performance and select their final songs for Regionals, for the last few months, so partying had been out of the question for most. However Puck and Santana had been the only exception to that rule. And now they were paying for it.
"Can we pretend that school desks in the classroom are like pillows, I could really use some sleep right now, sleep right now, sleep right now," Puck sung, slightly offkey. Santana groaned, clutching her head. "Can you like not shout, ok? Thanks." "I wasn't shouting?" Puck questioned. Just then Mr Shue marched through the door. "ALL RIGHT FOLKS! WE GOT A LOT OF PRACTICING TO DO SO UP, UP, UP!" he bellowed. Puck and Santana moaned in agony. With a withering look at their dishevelled states, he again ordered everyone onto their feet.
Slavedriver much, Santana thought, shooting daggers at Mr Shue. "All right everyone, from the top!"
Meanwhile, as the corridors lay cold, and empty, the quiet new girl navigated her way through, on her way from the office. Clutching a pristine school map in her hand, she desperately tried to figure out her route, without tripping her clumsy self up. Her auburn hair fell softly down to the small of her back, and it swished slightly as she walked. In the crook of her elbow rested the latest louis vuitton handbag, and her heels clacked on the floor, echoing and bouncing off the walls. Her emerald eyes darted around, scanning the corridors for signs and directions. Eventually she found the room. Music 1. In the corner of the classroom was huddled a boy of her age, clutching his head. Swiftly, the new girl moved over towards him. "Are you ok?" She asked, her voice timid and shy, like a little mouse approaching an owl. "Do I LOOK Ok?" the boy grumbled, before glancing up.
He assessed the beauty in front of him. He had never seen her around before. Her auburn hair shone in the sunlight that filtered through the curtains, straighter than a line, to the middle of her back, and her fringe fell to the side, just over her eyes, the forest green. Her skin was ashen, a great contrast, which brought out her eyes fully. Above her eyes lay perfectly shaped eyebrows, as black mascara covered her thin lashes, and a smoky eyeliner rounded them. Her plump lips were red, and shined with lipgloss. She had a nice rack, he mused, and he soon realised she had a nice body in general. Nice was an understatement. Voloptous curves and a flat stomach, clad in true summery fashion. A thin, plain white blouse (Which he soon realised was practically see through and he could see her lacy bra), customised with a chunky black belt with gold buckle, and a pair of tantalisingly short denim shorts, with wedge heels. Her legs were pale too, despite the Ohio sunshine. Slowly his eyes rose back up to meet hers. She was glancing expectantly at him.
"I'm Puck," the boy offered, raising his hand to shake, like his momma taught him to. "Louise," the girl murmered, slowly grasping his hand lightly with a brief shake, before letting go like she had been burnt. The bell rung out to signal the start of first lesson, and Puck growled at the throbbing that had resurfaced in his head. As the teacher bustled in, the students began to mill in, some lingering longer in the corridors, gossiping, making out, and squeezing through crowds in the now boisterous corridor. This day isn't going my way, Puck thought, inwardly crying. The class had all settled in and Louise was introduced to the class. Afterwards she took a seat two away from Puck, and they were all assigned pairs to work on the new project. Duets. Everybody had been paired up by the time Mrs Brady got round to Puck, besides Louise. Well at least shes hot, Puck pondered, Maybe this day ISN'T so bad after all.
Everyone divided up to go into various practice rooms, or sit by various instruments in the room. A gentle throat clearing rose Puck from his lustful reverie. "I guess we should go find a room," she practically whispered, before blushing crimson at Pucks raised eyebrows. "I d-didn't mean.." she trailed off, looking down. "I know," Puck assured her, before raising her chin softly to throw a wink at her. She blushed again. He was never this nice. Man shake out of it, he scolded, you have a rep to protect. Ladies Man. Together the two walked toward an empty room, each in their own little world. "I guess we need to pick a kickass song now," Puck suggested, oozing with confidence at his abilities. "I guess," Louise returned, her voice a low murmer once again.