12G+ABAJ Chapter 1

1- Boxes

*DING! DONG!* in the Puckerman household, that noise is usually followed by -something more annoying- Puck's mom screaming, "GET IT NOAH!"Puck reluctantly got off the couch & opened the door. There was a girl about 14 or 15ish there. The girl spoke, "I-my name is Julianne. I'm looking for Mrs. Puckerman?" Puck's mom ran to the door & bear hugged the girl named 'Julianne'.

"Is she like my cousin, or something?" Puck asked with his hands folded against his chest in a relaxed manner.

"Um, actually, Noah. You know how I said that I had 3 kids & the second one I gave up for adoption because it wasn't your father's?" Mrs. Puckerman looked up at Puck.

"Oh, cool! So this is the little squirt!" Puck looked at his supposed sister, "Man! You're a lucky bastard! I'm Noah, better known as Puck." Puck genuinely smiled.

"Have you eaten yet?" Mrs. Puckerman let go of her daughter.

"Yes, I have." Julianne smiled.

"Lovely, I'll just show you up to your room, then!" Mrs. Puckerman took Julianne by the hand and brought her to the guest room.

So, THAT'S why his Mom had made him carry all those boxes to the guest room on Friday! A couple of men came in on Saturday to unpack & arrange. Puck didn't take the time to be curious about the boxes he was carrying; he went to a party right after.

Mrs. Puckerman made her way downstairs & Puck made his way upstairs. I mean if you have a new sister, might as well get to know her, right?

Puck knocked on Julianne's door," Come in!" he did so & closed the door behind him. She was taping a poster to the wall. Julianne sat on her bed," What's up?"

"Nothing much, can I sit?" Julianne motioned for him to sit.

"Why did you say I was lucky?" Julianne looked at Puck.

"Because my dad scooted on us the day our younger sister, Hannah, was born."

"And my dad is still my dad, but he's married to Jack."

"Where do you live?"

"We split our time between California and New York. We go to New York in the Summer & Christmas & for vacation."

"Where do you live in California?" Puck was actually interested & never once cursed.

"San Diego."

"And in New York?"

"New York!" they laughed.

"Your age?"

"15!" Julianne smiled.

"Cool, then you'll be going to school with me tomorrow."

"Greeeaaat." she elongated sarcastically.

"Ha-ha." Puck stuck out his tongue at her.

"EC activities?"

"Football, basketball, baseball & uh, Glee club." he ran his hand through his mohawk.

"YOU'RE FUCKING KIDDING ME! I wanna join that shit!" woah! She's a Puckerman. Puck gave her a noogie," Not the hair, Puckerman! Not the hair!"

Puck smiled," Who are those people you took pictures with on your closet?"

"Well, they obviously have something to do with Broadway. Hence the stickers that spell Broadway." she smirked; oh, she was SO a Puckerman. "Kristin Chenoweth. Patti LuPone. Bette Midler. Idina Menzel. Christine Baranski. Christina Applegate. Megan Mullally & Sean Hayes. Janine LaManna. Mandy Patinkin. Sean Hayes. Cathrine

Zeta-Jones-"

"Hold the fuck UP! The lady from Zorro!" so much for the clean streak!

"Yes." Julianne laughed, "Michelle Federer. Celine Dion. Well, Kathy Griffin has nothing to do with Broadway."

"Kathy Griffin? That's real badass! She's fucking awesome!"

"Hah, well, there's Joel Grey. Norbert Leo Butz. Katie Finneran. Liza Minelli. Striesand. Carole Shelley. Shoshana Bean. Antony Rapp. Taye Diggs. And, of course, the lovely, Julie Andrews."

"HOLY SHIT! You took a picture with Mary fucking Poppins! I am now jealous."

"Well, you bet your ass, you should be." Julianne smirked again; she was definitely a Puckerman!

"You're such a Puckerman. Puckermans are sexy badasses & I am living proof."

"Hardly; how the HELL can you be badass when you have no fucking HAIR!" Julianne started to look for hair on his head.

"It's called being badass."

"That's right. This haircut looks like bad ass!" Julianne and Puck started to laugh.

"Wow, 'Wicked' bed sheets, 'Evita' and 'RENT' and 'Pushing Daisies' pillows? You're like Berry!"

"Who is this 'Berry' you speak of? And you better speak well of her, I expect nothing less, or I will superglue your dick to your fucking thigh, Noah! I swear I will!"

"Chillax, Rachel's cool. She's into this Broadway stuff, she's got a killer voice & a big mouth. She speaks her mind & expects the best out of EVERYONE; anything less, she'll cut off your dick and glue it to your forehead. And she's

got an amazing a-"

"If you say ass, so help me GOD, Noah, I will glue your dick to your forehead. You got that? And I will tell that Rachel chick!"

"You're like Berry, but you use smaller words. She's not as badass."

"Excuse me! Who are you to critique the eloquence of my vernacular? Your choice of words is a sliver next to my knowledge of words that are a plethora to carry in my brain. As dashing as you think you may seem, you sound like nothing more than a dimwitted imbecile who doesn't even know that DNA is an acronym for deoxyribonucleic acid. Yeah, that's right you endoplasmic reticulum!" Julianne smirked at her dumbfounded brother.

"Oh my freaking gosh, you ARE Berry!"

"MARRY HER! I mean, if she's anything like me, she must me fucking AWESOME!" they laughed. "So, didja date her?"

"Yeah, for about a week; she broke up with me."

"Not a badass, Noah? Fuck that!"

"And she's the only person other than my mom, Hannah, and now you, that calls me Noah."

"FUCKING MARY HER ALREADY!" Julianne plopped down on her bed, "YOU'RE FUCKING KILLING ME NOAH!"

"You sound like mom!" Puck laughed. He walked over to her 2nd bookcase. "You're kidding me, right? A bookcase full of books & a bookcase full of CDs! What the fuck is Avenue Q?"

Julianne now stood beside her brother. "A musical that I think you'll like." she smiled. "Turn the CD around and read the song titles."

"Holy crap!"

"That, my friend, is Sesame Street for adults!"

"They use puppets! You gotta take me to this shit sometime!"

"It's playing in SD right now! I watched the original on Broadway; it's HILARIOUS!"

Puck looked at the clock," Well, it's eleven, I guess I should leave."

"YOU BET YOUR ASS YOU SHOULD LEAVE!" Puck and Julianne walked to the door.

"Noah? What's your full name?"

"Noah Shalom Puckerman, and yours Jules?"

"Julianne Barbra."

"Damn, you even have Rachel's middle name!"

"Fucking marry her already!" Puck was now hugging Julianne.

"Goodnight, Squirt."

"Goodnight, Noah."

They let go of each other and Puck made his way to his room.

After Julianne was in her pajamas (basketball shorts and a loose fitting t-shirt), and she had brushed her teeth, she pulled her hair up into a messy ponytail; she turned off the light and laid down on her bed. And with the help of her trusty iPod touch, she fell asleep to her favorite song. ("For Good" from

Wicked).