Noah Puckerman had finally met his match.

"Alright here we go..." I thought to myself, about to step onto the campus on my new high school for the first time."

"Sweetie, I hope you have a god day. That you for being so understanding. I hate making you move across the country and transfers schools, in the middle of the year..."
"Mom... I understand. Grandma needs us here to take care of her. Plus, I can handle myself. I'll be just fine." "Love you sweetheart."
"Love you too mom," I said, reaching for the door handle of my Mom's SUV. First order or business was to find my locker. "134. 134. 134." I said to myself walking down the halls of McKinley High School, checking locker numbers.

"Ah ha! 134!" I exclaimed when I found it.

"Looks like we're neighbors. You must be new. I'm Kurt Hummel." said a flamboyant boy in a knee length sweater with his had extended. "Liv." I said shaking his hand, "and yes, I am new. Just moved here from California last week."
"Oh California. Fabulous! Let me see your schedule," he said, reaching for the piece of paper in my hand. "Looks like you're in my homeroom, AND my spanish class. Terriff!"

"Sweet! So gimme the skinny on this school."

"Well," Kurt started, "You've got your jocks, cheerleaders, and bullies at the top of the heap, and your nerds at the bottom just like anywhere else. My friends and I are in the Glee Club which makes us capital L losers. The jocks like to throw slushies at us... But this is our year. We are gonna make it to nationals, and then we'll rule this place."

"Aside from the slushies, that sounds pretty standard. Nothing I can't handle. Do you know anything about the art program here?"
"Oh are you an artist? The art room is right next to the choir room. I think students use it after hours though, that could be fun for you." said Kurt as we arrived at our home room.
Access to the art room after hours. Now that was an idea I could get excited about. "Girls! Meet Liv. She's new, just moved here from the fabulous west coast," said Kurt to a group of classmates. "Liv, this is Tina, Mercedes, and Brittany."
The girls greeted me pleasantly and I was counting my lucky stars for Kurt. This transition seems like it was going to be easier than I expected. Kurt and I parted ways and I went about the rest of my morning. Classes had always been a breeze for me and the curriculum at McKinley seemed no different. I headed to my locker to drop my books off before lunch. As I got close I noticed a tall boy with a mohawk and a letterman jacket leaned against my locker with his back to me.

"Excuse me. This is my locker." I said tapping him on the shoulder.

"Ahh new girl, you're just the person I was looking for."

"The name is Liv. And why would that be?" I questioned skeptically. I'd seen guys like this before. All swagger, not substance.

"Well new girl. You're new here and I like to make it my personal responsibility to act as welcoming committee whenever McKinley acquires a hot new girl. Everybody 'round here calls me Puck"

"Oh really?" I asked, surprised at his boldness. Does this work on girls here?

"Yeah so like, you wanna make out?"

"Ha! I don't think so, hot stuff. It's my first day. I need to check out all my options don't you think? But while you're here can you point me in the direction of the Cafeteria? You know, make your self useful?"

"Sharp new girl. I like it. Let me escort you." retorted Puck.

"I don't think that will be necessary." "I insist" he replied smirking down at me.

Damn this guy is cute. And he has a pretty quick wit, I thought to myself. As we enter the cafeteria I saw Kurt waving at me and headed for his table. Strangely enough, Puck was still following me.

I took the seat Kurt motioned me towards, between him and Tina. Again, to my surprise, he sat down at the same table, not with the football jocks. I listened to some of the conversation at the table but mostly looked around and surveyed the diverse group of people sitting around me. It' seems like I'd landed in a good place on my first day at WMHS.