Hiya! I'm fairly new the the Glee Community but I absolutely love writing but I'm terrible at being committed to a story right now. School and all... ugh. But anyways, I really wanted to take up writing for a while again, but I never had a solid idea to go off on. I really hope you all like this. Don't forget to leave feedback. It makes my day!
CHAPTER I
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"Jane Doe I don't even know you,
But I know fo' sho'.that you are beautiful
So baby let me know your name…"
-"Jane Doe" NeverShoutNever
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Puck didn't really care about school and that was the worst kept secret in McKinley. The second worst kept secret was that Puck loved women and women loved him but even if he loved their curves and soft skin, he didn't care much about them. In fact, there wasn't a lot of things he cared about, like for example the posters announcing the date of the upcoming prom or what the next song he was singing for Glee club.
It was well known that whatever song he pick was going to rock so there was no worry in what he was singing in the first place.
But today was different. Today was the day things were going to change and Puck had no idea.
It was March the first when Puck first caught a glimpse of her. She walked through the doors of McKinley High School looking petrified. Her eyes were wide and worried. She dodged the students like a magnet as she continued walking towards the office. She left a trail of students staring at her in wonder. There was noting like a fresh face to shake the foundations of school gossip.
The New Kid.
Puck smirked. Fresh meat. He had already begun to scheme on how to take advantage of vulnerability. It shouldn't be hard. In fact, he was Puckerman. Girls and hustling was his thing. They just came naturally. He closed his locker and took one last glance at the girl. For a split second her dark brown eyes locked with his. She looked down and shuffled passed him. Puck stared after her for a while. Her shoulders sank in relief the moment she located the office. Puck bit his lip and took a quick guy analysis of the girl. She was decent. Not bad to look at…
"Hey!"
Puck flinched. He looked down to see Santana glaring up at him in her Cheerios uniform. He closed his locker door and smiled down at his 'girlfriend'. Puck really didn't believe in relationships and lucky for him neither did Santana but together they had a real good time whether it was making out or trying to find new spots around school to support their extracurricular activities. And in reality, she wasn't too bad. She was in the Cheer team for crying out loud. The girl was fit and Puck was crazy about that.
Santana smirked, "Why so jumpy? Think the cops are on to you after yesterday?"
Puck leaned against the lockers and groaned, "What are you talking about?"
"Coach's tires have been slashed." She shrugged, "Don't tell me it wasn't you. Who else in the Glee club would have the guts?"
Puck dodged Santana who was about to give him a rewarding kiss.
"I don't know. Brittney said she was good with knifes." Puck breathed out, "Listen I've got to go. I have Spanish with Mr. Schu first period. It's the only class that I can get away with sleeping and still get a decent grade."
Santana scowled, "Since when do you care about class?"
Puckerman shrugged, "I don't but I want to graduate to get out of this hell hole."
He began to walk away and when he was just about to turn around the corner to the main hall Santana shouted.
"Keep dreaming!"
His jaw firmed. The only thing he hated most besides short skirts with leggings was being doubted. Although Santana was only being a bitch, as she usually was, she didn't mean it but it still hurt. He knew he wasn't the best student at McKinley and he fully recognized that the probability of him graduating on time was slim but there was a small ache of hope in him that kept him believing. Besides, he had Glee Club. That counted for something. If he couldn't make a grade in one class he begged Mr. Schu to convince his teachers that he was making improvement. His D's were now a hard earned C- and he could live with being average. He wished football could do the same to bump his grade up a bit more but since most of the football players were complete idiots there was no chance in hell teachers would sympathize with an athlete, unless it was Finn.
Puck reached Spanish class. Mr. Schu brightened up when he saw Puck who was in no mood to be taught anything.
"Buenos Dias, Noah." He grinned, "How's your day so far?"
Puck frowned, "No Bueno."
He walked to his desk at the back of class and quickly took up the offer of taking a nap on the hard surface. Puck's dreams were usually the same. He had one reoccurring dream since he was 7 and that was being Cowboy Puck. Cowboy Puck was completely fearless, rescued animals in peril and best of all; he got a lot of good head from countless of needy women. Cowboy Puck was a complete badass. If there was one complaint Puck had about his dream was that it wasn't available in a tv show for everybody to see. It was ten times better than the crap that was plaguing tv nowadays.
Unfortunately this time around, Cowboy Puck was cleaning his horse. He brushed the hair of his horse over and over again.
That's all the dream was. Hey, even the greatest of dreams had their bad moments. Puck was so bored of his dream he forced himself to wake up. He squinted up at Mr. Schu who was writing something on the chalkboard. His vision was blurred so he rubbed his eyes and saw that today's lesson was the feminization and emasculation of words. Puck sighed. He learned this last year, when he took the class with Miss Gonzalez.
Puck grinned. She was a good tutor as well.
He leaned back enjoying the good memories he had when something caught his eye. He looked to his right and saw the new girl sitting next to him, taking notes. She noticed Puck and she smiled at him.
"Hi." She whispered.
Puck knitted his brows together. He sat up straighter and studied her. He could tell she felt uncomfortable the moment she knew she was being stared at. Her cheerful smile gradually faded away and she concentrated on her note taking. Puck looked away and scowled.
Usually Mr. Schu, being the peppy teacher he was, would have introduced the new girl to the class. Puck didn't know why it bothered him that he missed it. He must have missed thirty minutes of class but that he didn't care for. He missed her name. Puck looked at her once more.
Her brown wavy hair reached down to the middle of her back. All of the brown contrasted her porcelain skin, which was way too soft looking for Puck's liking. And just before Puck came up with an opinion of what she was wearing, her brown eyes connected with his once more and Puck quickly looked away.
She looked like a Jane. Puck nodded. She was definitely a Jane. She could pass off as the Rachel Berry's laidback indie cousin and Jane wasn't as nearly an anal name like Rachel. Puck's only option to find out her name was asking her and since texting was out of the question he quickly ripped off a page and scribbled the question on the piece of paper. Only when Mr. Schu's back was facing them did he past the note over to the girl named Jane.
She opened up the note and cocked her head. Puck could tell she struggled not to smile. That was expected. Puck had the power to make any girl swoon even with a simple piece of notebook paper. It took skill. He celebrated his early victory. He stretched in his desk, flexing his well-earned muscles, deliberately showing them off.
Jane passed the note back. Puck anxiously ripped it open and much to his disappointment Jane was not her name.
"What for?" Puck read out loud.
The girl bit her bottom lip and nodded. As she looked away Puck noticed that the corner of her lip twitched up into a smile she was obviously trying to hide. He was rooting for Jane. He's never been with a Jane before and this girl better be named Jane. And the fact that this Jane was refusing to give up her name so quickly made Puck wonder about her even more.
In fact he was so worked up on the mere fact that she didn't hand up her name, he was about to send her a response and angrily and aggressively charm his way into her but he was interrupted.
The bell rang and just before he got to ask for her name again she disappeared. Puck only got a glimpse of the wisps of hair that flew out the door. Puck was determined to catch up to her. He shoved this school things in his backpack and rushed out.
"Noah?" Mr. Schu called out.
Puck paused and turned to his teacher, annoyed that Jane was now gone and lost in the crowd.
"Yea?"
"I managed to convince your English teacher to raise that grade. As for calculus, extra credit is your only option." He apologetically shrugged, "You know sometimes slacking takes more work at the end, Puckerman."
Puck stood there thinking about what Santana said. It plagued his thoughts like a serious virus when he stopped to think about school; one of the many reasons he hardly thought about school, to stopped the worrying.
"Mr. Schu, do you think I could graduate?" Puck asked.
He smiled at the student. Puck rolled his eyes. It was a genuine question and he was about to get that 'if you believe in yourself' speech. Mr. Schu reached out to pat Puck's back and he nodded.
"Yea, I do." He grinned, "Now hurry up. I'm not voiding any more tardy slips."
Puck sighed, "Fine."
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True to his word, Puck raced to his next class and thanks to his forgetful memory, he headed straight to weight class, which he usually skipped out on to meet Santana underneath the bleachers for a little one-on-one session. He didn't realize his mistake until lunch rolled along and he was face with a very angry Santana.
"Where the hell were you?" She hissed at him, slamming her lunch tray next to him. Santana crossed her arms, waiting for a reply. It's not that Puck didn't want to say he forgot because he didn't. Five minutes into weight class he pitched a tent and he realized that his little friend was now expecting his daily dose of Santana. The hard part about being horny (no pun intended) was that this time, he just didn't want to go and find Santana to fix his problem. He merely excused himself and headed for a very hot shower where he took care of it himself.
"Puck." Santana snapped her fingers, "Are you going to answer me? Or do I have to find Sam again."
Puck shrugged. Santana, not having any of his bull, flipped her tray onto Puck's lap and smeared his pudding, which he was looking forward to eating, on his hair.
"Dumped." She spat, "Don't come looking for me, you dick."
He could hear the snickers coming from his football team, the stares from his fellow Glee club members, and the rest of the school who was already taking about their break-up.
He sat there, pudding-licous Puck, trying to make sense of everything. People were starting to point. Even the nerds. Puck shoved the table away and threatened the first person he came in contact with, unfortunately it was a lunch lady who ran for cover but he got to shove some kids against the walls before making his grand exit.
Puck stormed to the nearest bathroom where he shoved his head underneath the faucet to clean out his hair. He muttered out a slew of profanities enough to get him suspended if he was over heard.
It was more than just being dumped. Puck was just a generally angry person and he hated himself for it. He doesn't talk about his problems, he doesn't take any crap, and he definitely does not take humiliation well. The water was burning his scalp and he closed the tap. He felt the water drip off his forehead.
"Want to talk about it?"
Puck lifted his head to find Quinn, at the entrance of the boys bathroom. Puck's jaw firmed up and he shook his head.
"Fuck off." Puck muttered.
Quinn's head leaned against the door frame, "You know she's going to come crawling back. What is this, the fifth time you've guy's have broken up in a month?".
"Regardless," Puck grabbed his backpack and his letterman jacket, "Who says I'll take her back?"
"Your record." Quinn sighed, "You know prom is coming up and she will not go by herself."
"It's not my problem." Puck shrugged, trying to seem careless.
"Please Puckerman, can you find yourself someone who's actually worth the fights? You don't want to be stuck by her side if she ends up pregnant or something, right?" Quinn cocked her head and stepped in deeper into the boy's bathroom.
"Got you pregnant," Puck shot a glare at her, "I didn't stick by your side."
"Yeah, but that was different." Quinn shook her head, "Why don't you try being single for a while."
Puck snorted.
"I'm serious. It could be good for you." Quinn advised, "Or why don't you talk to Lauren Zizes again?"
"I think she'll rip off my balls if I go near her." Puck sighed.
"What happened between you two?" Quinn asked.
"Took her virginity." Puck answered.
Quinn's face grew hard, "I don't need to know more."
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Glee Club was a drag. Puck wasn't enjoying the new song selections that Mr. Schu picked for Nationals. He was going through the motions while everybody was singing and dancing their hearts out on the theatre stage. Even Santana seemed to be unfazed. Shouldn't Puck be too?
It had to more than just the break up to be affecting him, Puck was sure of it. The only thing that was annoying him more than seeing Santana smiling was that he couldn't figure out what it was that was putting a damn rain cloud over his head. The music stopped and Mr. Schu called them in, for a list of critiques.
Rachel was greatly offended when she was called out for being out of tune. Most of the Glee Club smirked but even that didn't make Puck's day better. Seeing Rachel down would usually make him happy and he couldn't even crack a smile at her blank stare.
"Alright, kids seeing how we haven't had any assignments for a while, this week I want you to take it easy." Mr. Schu shrugged, "Nationals are in a month and I don't want to over work you-"
"Mr. Schu!" Rachel's hand shot in the air, "Although you're very kind to consider taking it easy on us, isn't this the time when we should be tested on our limits? The time when we know our boundaries and discover new things about ourselves that can ultimately benefit the outcome of National?"
"Give it a rest Berry." Puck sighed out.
The rest of the club agreed.
Quinn raised her hand, "Bathroom?"
"No," Mr. Schu answered, "Rachel is right, is there anything any of your want to do this week?"
The club remained quiet.
"Excellent. How about creating your own assignment for this weeks assignment, the only criteria is testing yourselves."
"What!" Finn exclaimed.
"Mr. Schu that makes no sense!" Tina exclaimed.
"I get it." Brittney shrugged.
Puck raised his hand, "Can I be exempt from this? I have detention all week."
Mr. Schu was clearly agitated, "No."
"Mr. Schu, I still don't get what the assignment is." Artie rolled up, looking up at Brittney who instantly sat on his lap.
"Like Rachel said, this is the time of discovery! Why not use the assignment to do whatever creativity flows out? This is the perfect assignment to test out genres of music you're not comfortable with or use the chance to dance or act out! Anything goes! As long as we haven't seen if been done before. Rachel that means no show tunes for you."
Rachel frowned.
Artie smiled, "So if we've done it before then it's out?"
"Yup!" Mr Schuster smiled, "This should be fun. Stepping out of your comfort zone should be interesting. Alright class dismissed."
Puck grudgingly walked off stage, while everybody else hung out excitingly discussing this weeks assignment. Puck didn't have his usually instant bright idea and he doubted that anyone would jump in and suggest something to him as Rachel usually did. Besides, they have already worked together in the past, there was no way Mr. Schu would allow another duet.
Puck threw on his letterman and headed towards his next "class", detention. But before he walked into the office he bumped into that new girl.
Jane.
Their shoulders collided, causing her to pivot. Puck smirked, watching her walk backwards with this dazed look on her face. Puck knew she was thinking about him. But like all, good dreams that involve Puck, things just go wrong.
Jane walked right into the toughest football players Azimio, Israel, and Karofsky. Needless to say they were livid until they realized it was the new girl. They stared at her until they all exchanged looks which meant they were ready to pounce.
"Lookie here boys." Azimio snarled, "Fresh meat!"
"How 'bout we show her what McKinley is really about." Israel nudged Azimio, both chuckling.
Karofsky stepped closer to Jane, "You like slushies?"
Puck's hands balled up to fist. He wasn't in fight mode. It was more of an annoyance mode. He couldn't walk away from something he indirectly caused. He mentally cursed as he approached the scene to save the new girl.
"Karofsky, fuck off." Puck grabbed Jane's elbow and shoved the girl behind him.
"What's it to you Puckerman, found a new lady friend?" Azimio smirked at the girl behind him, "The whole school knows he's a bad lay, sweet pee. Better off alone, if you know what I mean."
Out of instinct, Puck shoved Azimio but before things escalated too quickly the small girl was right in the middle, pushing Puck back.
"He's not worth it, Noah." She said, looking back at the trio of idiots, "Thank you though."
Puckerman stared the trio down until Jane walked him far enough to where it didn't matter anymore. He turned back around and continued walking with the girl who remained quiet, clutching her books tightly to her chest. He turned aimlessly around a corner, he had to walk off the adrenaline.
"Do you really want to follow me? I'm not going to class." Puck stalely said.
The girl shrugged, "Where are you going?"
"Away." Puck answered.
Puck felt a tiny hand stop him. Her light grasp on his arm was enough to stop the unstoppable Puck.
"Do you like ice cream?" She asked.
Puck let out a dry laugh. Was this girl serious? Can she not see who Puck was? Nobody really associated with him unless they had business to attend to, which was often. Santana was usually around for the pleasure, the freshman Chemistry teacher bought the majority of his weed, and the Glee Club used his for his talent. There was hardly anybody in Puck's life that was around for just him other than Mr. Schu, but that was expected. Teacher's are paid to be concerning and whatnot.
In all reality, nobody has ever asked Puck out for ice cream. Not even his mom. His rough background, which wasn't really rough at all, consist of a non-caring Jewish mother who inherited a hefty amount of money when Puck's father past away. He's heard it all before.
Puck's just another rebellious teen, going through tough issues, and having a hard time coping.
It wouldn't have been so hard if someone had asked him out to ice cream, but there was nameless girl that Puck insisted was named Jane. She was looking up at him, waiting for an answer.
Puck gave her a small nod. She smiled as the both headed for the doors.
"So what's your name?" Puck shoved his hands in his pockets, secretly rooting for something other than Jane. It wore out. He wasn't sure if he would like to moan out Jane while he took care of business that night.
"Sophie."
And Puck was hooked.
