OK, so I know it seems pretty stupid of me to be posting yet ANOTHER story when I've already got two other in-progress stories on and one on , but I can't help it! I just love writing stories and showing other people my ideas that I have.

So this is my first Glee fanfic, and I've set it for season 2. There may be a few things that I'll bring out from season 1 just because I like them, but not much. And just for the record, I will be changing things up, such as leaving Lauren Zizes out of New Directions. It's not that I don't like her or anytthing- she reminds me a lot of myself minus the wrestling thing- but she'd put a lot of the story off track.

So without further ado, I'd like to introduce the first chapter of my Puck/OC story- Lima Loser!

Just for the record, I'd like to thank diehardgleek0313 for proof-reading a part of my chapter before I did anything else. After helping each other out with the stories we're working on, we've started becoming really good friendsm and I just want to thank her for all the help that she's been.

THANK YOU diehardgleek0313!


Ch. 1

"Lexi, it's time to get up," my uncle said as he knocked lightly on my bedroom door. "Come on, you don't wanna be late for your first day!" I groaned, but slid out from under the warm covers of my bed and got ready for my first day of McKinley High.

Oh yeah, my name's Alexandra Summers, but all my friends call me Lexi. I just moved to the little town of Lima, Ohio after living my entire life in the country's capital city, Columbus. Why you may ask? Well you see, last summer my parents were in a terrible car crash which killed them both, and since there were no other family members in Columbus, I went to live with my godfather, Will Shuester.

Uncle Will was a really cool guy once you got to know him. Sure, he may be a Spanish teacher at some little high school in the middle of nowhere and maybe he was a bit on the addictive side to Journey songs, classic musicals, and vests, but that's what I liked about him.

A lot of people use to think that I was his daughter, and I guess it wasn't that much of a surprise. I had the same brown coloring in my hair but it fell in short waves to rest past my shoulders, and my eyes were a similar brown coloring but they held a stronger hint of green. Oh, and let's not forget that I pretty much knew every line from every movie like Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, Grease, and Singin' in the Rain.

When I was little, I had always spent a month hanging out with Uncle Will, and I loved every minute of it. Well… almost every minute. Terri, Uncle Will's wife, was always the only downfall of my summer break. She was always whining about things like how she worked five hours for three days at some sheet store, or she'd complain about some other junk like that. I'd always thought that she'd been daddy's little girl and was so stuck up as she lived in her high school memories.

And when she wasn't going on and on about herself, she was always taking up my precious time with my uncle, as if bugging me long enough would make me start liking her. Not going to happen! I'd never even really considered her as my aunt, so why would I start now?

When I was moving into Uncle Will's place, I was worried that I'd have to put up with a full force attack from the witch, but I found out that the 'wonderful' marriage was over with. Apparently Terri had thought Uncle Will was going to leave her so she faked a pregnancy. That bitch! When Uncle Will found out, he'd been so mad that he said he nearly hit her. Not like she didn't deserve it.

"Lexi, come on! Breakfast is getting cold!" I heard Uncle Will shout from the kitchen. I sighed as I pulled my hair back in its usual ponytail, twisting it so the tail went through the hair at the base of my neck and gave it a stylish look. I adjusted the white blouse I had over my army camisole and dark wash skinny jeans, giving another sigh as I grabbed my Guns N Roses backpack and walked out.

"So, you excited for your first day?" he asked as I plopped down at the table, scooping some of the scrambled eggs and bacon onto my plate.

"Sure, I guess." It came out more like a question. I wasn't nervous because of the fact that this was a new school. It was that in this town people pretty much know everything about everyone, so they probably knew why I suddenly moved into town. I didn't want my first day to be people asking questions about my parents death.

"Oh boy, we better go," Uncle Will said as he gulped the last bit of his coffee. I polished off the last of my O.J. and ran down the hall, hopping on one foot as I tugged my black Converses on. I grabbed my keys out of the dish on the table beside me and followed my uncle out the door. I skipped pass the blue bucket of bolts that he called a car- I know it sounds mean, but that car was hanging on by a thread- and hopped into my lovely teal SUV, grabbed the sunglasses in the glove compartment and slipped them on before starting up and following Uncle Will to McKinley High.

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The building looked pretty much like any other high school that I've seen; parking lot with reserved places for teachers and principal, guys throwing a football back and forth, girls dressed in cheerleader uniforms checking their faces in tiny compact mirrors… the usual.

"So what you think?" Uncle Will asked as I got out of my car. I looked over my sunglasses at him with an 'are you serious?' look, but didn't say anything. I scanned the crowd, looking to see what could possibly be so interesting about this place and I noticed an Indian middle age man dressed in a tacky brown suit came jogging towards us.

"Ah William!" he greeted my uncle and clapped him on the back. I hardly contained a laugh at the face Will pulled as the wind was knocked out of him. It caught the attention of the older gentleman and he turned his head to look at me. The guy was almost shorter than I was and I'm 5ft 6. "This must be your niece, am I right?"

"Yes," Uncle Will gasped slightly. "Um Lexi, this is Principal Figgins. Figgins, this is Lexi Summers."

"Nice to meet you," I said as I nodded my head, lightly shaking his extended hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Summers." "So, do all new students get a greeting from the principal on their first day, or am I just lucky?" The light chuckle I got a response told me that I just found myself on his good side.

"Sorry, but no. I need to talk to your uncle for a moment if you don't mind," the man answered. I just nodded my head once more as I turned away to look through my bag for my schedule, and the men left.

"Well hey there," I heard someone say from behind me and I looked over my shoulder to see some really bulky guy standing there. Judging by the old fashioned letterman jacket he had on, I figured he was one of the football players. "What's happening, baby?"

"'Baby'? Seriously? That's the best you can come up with?" I asked, the dark frames on my face hiding my eyes from view as they rolled. I only noticed then that his eyes weren't on my face but a little lower and I felt my blood boil. "Hey pal, my face is up here!" I snarled.

"The name's Karofsky," he said, clearly ignoring the fact that I told him to stop staring at my chest. "What's yours?"

"Get lost, dipshit!" I huffed and turned on my heel. But as I started walking away, I felt a hand grab me roughly by the arm and turn me around. The Neanderthal pulled me closer than I wanted to be and held me to his side.

"Don't be like that," he said in one of those condescending voices as his other hand started slipping lower on my back. I tried my hardest, but I couldn't get him to let me go no matter how hard I struggled. Trust me when I say that if I had, he'd be pummelled by now.

"Karofsky!" someone else yelled and I looked over to see two other guys coming towards us, both wearing letterman jackets.

The first one was pretty skinny looking, with really pale skin and short dark hair that stuck up in spikes. Although he looked small in size compared to the moron beside me, it was clear to say that Karofsky was worried about him. 'Maybe he's the captain of the team,' my mind said, and I grew even more worried. One of these losers was bad enough, but three?

The other guy was a little darker in skin tone, and his hair was pretty much shaved off save for the bristly line that resembled a Mohawk… kind of. He had his jacket slung over his shoulder, hanging off his finger, and his tight shirt showed off some serious bicep action. His posture screamed 'bad boy rep', so I figured that he'd probably make some crude remark about me, but he wasn't even staring at me. His eyes were trained on the guy behind me, and I swear that if looks could kill then Karofsky would be six feet under right now.

"Let her go," he first guy said, and I looked at him like he'd grown a second head. They were sticking up for me? What the hell was that about?

Karofsky looked back and forth between me and the other football players before he let go of my waist and practically threw me away from himself. The Mohawk guy dropped his jacket and quickly reached out to stop me from falling flat on my face. I nodded my head to thank him and look back to glare at the jerk that threw me.

"Take her then. She's not really my type. I like my women with a bit more ass to grab," he sneered. I ran after his retreating back to start kicking and punching him to a bloody pulp, but Mohawk kept his arms around me to keep me still.

"Hey, don't listen to him. He's a dick," the other guy said as he stepped to the side to block my view. I stopped struggling; realizing that the last thing I needed was to get in a fight on my first day. "Puck, you can let her go now." The arms around my waist instantly dropped.

"Thanks for helping me out," I said as I adjusted the strap of my backpack on my shoulder.

"No prob. The name's Finn Hudson," he said as he held his hand out for me to shake. He then nodded his head to the guy behind me, "and that's my man Noah Puckerman, but everyone calls him Puck."

"'Puck'?" I couldn't contain the grin- or laugh- at his name. I wasn't trying to be mean, but who would give themselves a nickname after a piece of sports equipment?

"Yeah, that's my name," he grinned as he picked up his jacket. "What about you?"

"Name's Alexandra Summers, but call me Lexi," I introduced myself. "Listen, I'd love to stay and chat, but I gotta get to class."

"What's your first period?" Finn asked me. I looked down at the schedule that was still clutched in my hand. "English with a… Fitzgerald?" I answered.

"Same as us," Puck said. "Come on, we'll walk ya."

It felt kind of weird, being guided by two completely random guys through the school. People kept staring at me like I was some sort of alien, and one girl- some Latina cheerleader- was glaring at me like I was some sort of pest or something.

"Who's the chick trying to kill me with her eyes?" I asked the boys. Puck looked over his shoulder and I think I heard him groan when he saw her.

"That would be Santana Lopez," Finn said when he looked back. "Word to the wise- stay away from her. She's a bit of a bitch and she likes bringing people down."

"So why does she looked angry at me for?"

"Santana and I use to date," Puck spoke up. "Over the summer, I broke up with her and she's been pissed since. She probably thinks you're my new girlfriend or something. You better be careful around her." I just nodded my head lightly.

"So you guys are on the football team?" I asked to change the topic.

"Yeah. I'm the quarterback." The pride in Finn's voice was clear as daylight.

"Sorry, but I don't know anything about football so anything related to it just kind of goes over my head." My hand made a swishing motion to emphasize the statement I made.

"He's pretty much the star of the game," Puck explained. "Oh," was all I said.

Just then, I saw Karofsky again and he walked up to this short girl with dark hair and threw a purple slushie right at her face.

"What the hell was that?" I yelled, gaining the attention of about half the kids in the hall. Karofsky looked at me with a smirk and tossed the empty cup on the floor before stomping away. I glared at the back of his head for a few seconds before pushing my way through the crowd to the girl who was sputtering out the cold syrup as she wiped her eyes. "You ok?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine," she answered with a grateful smile when I handed her a couple Kleenex I pulled out of my makeup bag.

"Why did he do that to you?" I asked her.

"Because that's pretty much what happens to kids like us," I heard someone answer from behind me and I turned to see a large black girl standing beside a slim boy in a really fashionable outfit.

"Kids like you? What's that mean?"

"Glee club," Puck said as he and Finn came closer. Finn took one look at the girl behind me and ran to her, taking her in his arms. I heard him whispering things like 'it's ok' and that sort of thing. "We're all a part of the school's glee club and because of that, we get the slushie facial daily."

"That's terrible!" I said.

"Yes, it can get a little tedious at times, but we've grown accustomed to bringing second sets of clothing with us to school," the fashion boy said. "My name's Kurt Hummel, and I would personally like to welcome you to our own little slice of hell," he said sarcastically. "This is my good friend, Mercedes Jones," the black girl smiled at me, "and that unfortunate soul is Rachel Berry," Kurt finished nodding his head to the girl in Finn's arms. "And I believe that you already know Finn and Puckerman."

"Yeah, I met them earlier when they helped me out with that jackass Karofsky," I answered. "I'm Lexi Summers."

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"So what's this whole deal about Glee Club?" I asked my new friends as I grabbed a plate of macaroni from the warming tray.

"Glee club is our school's only way for people to express themselves emotionally through music and dancing," Rachel answered in her enthusiastic way, the slushie incident clearly wiped from her mind already. I lightly chuckled as I took my change from the lunch lady and shoved it in my pocket before following everyone to a table in the far corner of the courtyard.

"So why the facials and humiliation?" I inquired as I grabbed a chair and turned it around before sitting. "If you guys are so good and all that, then why does everyone act like you're the bottom of the food chain?"

"That's the thing," Mercedes said. "Here at McKinley High, there has to be someone at the bottom, and no one thinks that New Directions is really worth anything except us, so we automatically are the bottom."

"Well that sucks," I said as I took a sip from my juice. "So what time do I show up at?" The looks on all their faces were a mix of shock and stunned.

"You do realize that if you join Glee Club, you'll pretty much be an open target to everyone else," Puck stated, as though that were going to make me change my mind.

I just looked at him and gave him one of my famous smirks. "I'll take that chance."

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Finally 3:30 rolled around and the bell rang for the last time of the day. Most of the kids were making a mad dash to the doors to get the hell out of there, and I was making my way to the music room with the small gang of friends I'd made and the rest of Glee Club.

There was Tina Cohen-Chang, the group's funny little Goth, and her boyfriend Mike Chang who was another football player. There was also Quinn Fabray, the school's ex-head cheerleader since she got pregnant last year- poor girl- who wasn't really the bitch that people made her out to be, and her bizarre friend Brittany Pierce and Santana. And lastly was Artie Abrams, who was really sweet and could really move considering he was in a wheelchair.

When I walked into the room, I was less than surprised to see Uncle Will standing by the black piano in the center of the room. When he looked up from his papers to see us all walking in, I saw the excitement in his eyes when they landed on me.

"Lexi! Glad you decided to come," he grinned and I pulled away from the group to give him a hug. I looked back and nearly had a fit at the expressions on everyone's face.

"Mr. Shue, you know her?" Puck asked.

"Sure I do. How could I not? She is living with me after all," he answered. "Didn't you tell them that?" The question was directed at me.

"Nope. I never had time to tell them that I was living at your place Uncle Will."

"'Uncle Will'?" Rachel's voice could have shattered glass it was so high. I was worried that my ears were gonna start bleeding or something. I nodded timidly but stood where I was. Or at least I tried to- Rachel practically bowled me over as she charged at me. "This is so great! We can practise every day and won't have to worry about your parents getting upset and- wait a minute. Why are you living with your uncle?"

"Rachel now's not the time," Uncle Will interrupted and I saw him look at me out of the corner of his eye. I ducked my head and discreetly wiped at the tears threatening to fall. Rachel took one look at me and easily put two and two together. With a mumbled apology, she back away to the rows of chairs where the others were and sat down. "So Lexi, you wanna try out for Glee?"

"You know me Uncle Will. Music's my passion and if there's a club that admires that passion, why not?" I smiled, the tears already gone and buried deep inside. I had become very good at pushing my emotions away- that's why I'd been the lead in drama club back at my old school.

"Well, why don't you sing us a little something?" I nodded my head and dumped my bag on a free seat to dig through it so I could find the sheet music for the song. Yes, I had planned to try out so I brought my song choice.

"I'm gonna need a little help for this. Rachel, Quinn? Do you mind?" I asked them and the immediately jumped up and walked over near the drums. "Could you play this?" I handed the sheet music to the guy at the piano and he nodded his head. I smiled happily and skipped over to the middke of the room with my back to the chairs. "Hit it!"

As the music started, I quickly tied the bottom of my blouse under my bust and yanked out my elastic, sending my hair in a tumble of curls and waves before turning around..

You better take it from me, that boy is like a disease

You're running, you're trying, you're trying to hide

And you're wondering why you can't get free

He's like a curse, he's like a drug

You get addicted to his love

You wanna get out but he's holding you down

'Cause you can't live without one more touch

[Chorus]

He's a good time cowboy casanova

Leaning up against the record machine

Looks like a cool drink of water

But he's candy-coated misery

He's the devil in disguise

A snake with blue eyes

And he only comes out at night

Gives you feelings that you don't want to fight

You better run for your life

I see that look on your face

You ain't hearing what I say

So I'll say it again

'Cause I know where you been

And I know how it ends

You can't get away

Don't even look in his eyes

He'll tell you nothing but lies

And you wanna believe

But you won't be deceived

If you listen to me

And take my advice

(Chorus)

Run run away

Don't let him mess with your mind

He'll tell you anything you want to hear

He'll break your heart

It's just a matter of time

But just remember

(Chorus)

Oh you better run for your life (2)

The whole time I was singing, I was swaying in a seductive way, weaving my way through the chairs and doing things like rubbing up against the guys or acting out parts of the song. I was surprised that Uncle Will hadn't said anything about it, but I guess that was because I was actually smiling for the first time in months.

The cheers I got from everyone were incredible as I finished belting out the last loud note as best as I could. Nearly half of my audience was standing up and whistling. Uncle Will looked like he was on cloud nine with the humungous smile on his face, and judging by how much my face hurt, I'd day I was in the same boat.

"Looks like we've got ourselves a new member!"


OK, this has to be the LONGEST chapter I've ever written in the past... 3-4 years? Wow. didn't realize it's been that long since I first joined fanfic. Hmm... Anyway...

How was it? Good? Bad? Worth continuing? Dump it completely and never speak of it again? What? I need guidance from you people, please.

Please R&R.

Nancy (aka megamatchmaker)

PS The song Lexi sings is Cowboy casanove by Carrie Underwood. I just love that song!