Disclaimer - Sadly, I do not own Glee.
Author's Note – Firstly, I would just like to add that I am a HUGE supporter of the "Puckleberry" craze! Puck and Rachel are more than perfect for each other, any one can see. However, this story will not have any PB goodness... Sorry :( This idea came to me while listening to music and reading other great stories, and the wheels just kept turning, so now I am finally giving in and writing it. Yes, it is an OC, which I have noticed isn't quite popular among the Glee-fic-dom. But please, just give it a try :)
This story was inspired by Robert Plant's "Song to the Siren" among other music (mostly Coldplay), and a few authors in which I feel the need to give a much-deserved shout out to!
Saradelovely – Heartbreak Warfare
Katertots – Burning Down the House
Alien09 – North
Bibz – Use Somebody
Going Vintage – Unrequited
These stories I have literally found myself curling up with a cup of hot tea and reading all day until I have finished every chapter, no matter how long it may take. I was captivated, enthralled, and fell in love with these fics, and I hope that more readers check them out and appreciate the great works!
I also hope that you enjoy the first edition to my new story! Please review, it would make me extremely giddy :)
Chapter 1 – Of Sugar and Feist
"So, did you hear about the new girl?"
"You mean the one who transferred from Carmel?"
"No, the one from New York?"
"Oh yeah! Samantha said something about her. Apparently, she's some psycho... or something.."
"Girl, I heard that she spent a year in juvie!"
"No way!"
"Any one seen the new chick yet?"
"Yeah, on my way to homeroom this morning. Dude, she's totally hot!"
"Yeah, I'd hit that."
"Ugh, just when I thought things couldn't get any worse here, I ran into the new girl at lunch. What a weirdo."
"Really? That bad, huh?"
"Are you kidding me? The girl is trash. I heard that she's like, twenty, or something, and she dropped out of high school in New York because she got knocked up her sophomore year."
"I heard she's some sort of criminal."
"Apparently the new girl murdered someone in New York, and she decided to sneak over to Lima and lay low here. Changed her name and everything!"
"Oh please. That's just a rumor. She got caught smuggling drugs into Canada. I guess her daddy bailed her out and moved her here to keep her away from more trouble."
"Oh my god! So I just found out the new girl is a stripper!"
"The football team at her old school ran a train on her!"
"She slept with the principal."
"That broad is dumber than a box of rocks."
"She's a total bitch."
"Man-eater."
"Lesbian."
"Afternoon, ladies." A fashionable boy greeted as he glided into the choir room.
"Hey Kurt." the two girls he had addressed chimed in unison, watching the boy gracefully remove his satchel from his shoulder, then take his place in the center of the room.
He turns, beaming at the girls. "My loyal disciples," he mused. "Considering the obvious being I am always the most reliable source of the latest gossip, are you ready to hear all about the new girl?"
"Do you really need to ask?" The curvy black girl cocked her brow at the boy.
Kurt purses his lips , a playful smirk hiding behind and places his hands on his hips. "She's a man-eating, drug-smuggling, lesbian stripper in her early twenties from New York who is now coming back to school in hopes of getting her diploma for better job opportunities to make more money to support her bastard child." he spoke softly in one breath, a mischievous glint in his blue eyes. "And she has an artificial leg."
The girls exchange glances, then back to the boy standing tall and proud before them. The fits of laughter to follow are interrupted by another presence entering the room.
"I heard her parents abandoned her here with her estranged Aunt for an easier and more luxurious life in Northern Europe." a boy spoke as he rolled himself to the group by means of his wheelchair.
"Hey Artie." the Asian girl with blue hair greets while her cheeks turn a slight shade of pink.
"Hey Tina." Artie smiles in return.
"She was in my History class. Her name is Charlie Laine." another boy speaks as he enters the room alongside his friend, shortly followed by three beautiful girls in cheer leading uniforms.
"Charlie Laine? Like the porn star?" the other newcomer asked.
He simply nods in return.
"Dude, that is so hot."
"I know, right?!" he exclaims as they each share a high five.
"Seriously?" the brunette cheerleader juts her hip and scowls at the boys after settling her bag on the floor beside a chair.
"What?" they asked in unison. "She's totally doable." One adds.
"That's so disgusting, Rutherford. Doesn't she like, live in a trailer?"
"So what? Santana, if you lived in a trailer, I'd still think you were hot." Rutherford smirked at the sassy Latina.
Santana rolled her eyes and scoffed, turning to sit beside her other girl friends who were ignoring the conversation.
"Hey kids!" A man chimes as he enters the room alongside a very petite brunette. Her smile was widely stretched and her eyes sparkled delightfully as she took a seat a few chairs to the left of Kurt.
"I hope every one has completed their assignments from... Wait, where are Finn and Puck?" the teacher eyed the room for the two missing students.
The shorter blond cheerleader opened her mouth to speak but was quickly cut off by a rather tall boy rushing into the room.
"Sorry, Mr. Schue..." he paused. "I got caught up with something."
That's alright, Finn. Where is Puck?"
Finn's eyes went wide and his jaw dropped slightly as if he were lost in thought. "Um, he's not feeling well. Can't make it today." he states quickly as he takes a seat next to the shorter blond, placing a chaste kiss on her lips.
Mr. Schue rolled his eyes and sighed, turning to rummage through a stack of papers on the piano. Finn took this time to lean and whisper to the blond sitting beside him.
"Quinn, Puck had a run in with the new chick."
"Puck ran over the new girl?" the taller blond leaned in from behind to join the conversation.
"Can it, Brittany." Quinn muttered. "What happened?"
"Not sure exactly. Last I saw him, he took off after her down the hall after lunch."
Quinn waited for her boyfriend to continue, but when he just stared blankly ahead, she nodded towards him. "So he's with her now?"
"I think so. He called, that's why I'm late."
"Well, what did he say?" Santana whispered from the seat to the other side of Quinn.
"Don't remember." Finn shrugged. "Something about Charlie, and hitting it... and tacos! Definitely tacos." Finn mumbled and smiled slightly, a look of satisfaction on his face.
The cheerleaders rolled their eyes and sunk back into their chairs, clearly losing interest in the topic. While they had been carrying out their conversation, a game of telephone had been started, thanks to Brittany. It traveled throughout the small crowd of students, and by the time it had reached Artie down at the other end, the story was that Puck had hospitalized the new girl by running her over via taco stand.
What really happened...
It was a normal start to a normal Monday at William McKinley High School. The parking lot was bustling with students, some rushing to get to their lockers early to beat the crowded halls while others meandered around random corners while whispering amongst themselves about their eventful weekend. Throngs of cheerleaders fussed over their hair in the side view mirrors of neighboring cars and a small group of lazily dressed teens dragged their feet against the concrete walk towards the entrance, a look among their faces reading nothing less than disdain. Meanwhile, an assemblage of boys in letterman's jackets huddled around the dumpster, cornering another boy dressed in feminine yet hip apparel. His eyes were wide and unsure, but he was clearly tying to keep his composure.
"You know the drill, Hummel." One of the jocks stepped forward, towering over the smaller boy with a smirk tugging at his lips.
"I understand the need to prove your masculinity," the boy began, staring confidently back and sizing up the brick wall before him with a harsh judgment "And as much as I would love to..."
"Listen up, Hummel." Another jock stepped forward, exhibiting a short and neatly trimmed mohawk. "We have a quota to meet, and you're head in that dumpster will make me feel better about slacking last week. Consider yourself a hero, take one for the team." He sneered.
"As honorable as that sounds, Puck," he spat his name and bobbed his head with attitude. "I must politely decline."
"Don't hurt my feelings." Puck placed a hand over his heart in mocked offense, then a dangerous glint flashed in his hazel eyes. He took another step forward while two of the other boys from the crowd grabbed Hummel by the shoulders. Puck parted his lips to say something, but a load roar of an engine drowned out any sound that could be made. He turned his head toward the noise, along with the rest of his goons, and every one else inhabiting the parking lot at the time.
An old beat up Jeep came barreling into the parking lot of McKinley High, the engine growling powerfully. The vehicle approached the gathering of athletes, and through the open windows the sound of AC/DC's 'Whole Lotta Rosie' reverberated from within. The over sized all-terrain tires squealed against the asphalt as the driver rapidly pulled into the parking spot only one over from the dumpster.
The boys took in the sight of the SUV; Aside from the many dents and patches of chipped and sun-dried paint, the shining black body was in good shape. Hints of mud were found caked along the wheel hubs and chassis, and there was clearly a two-inch lift in the springs. At least. They watched as a still burning cigarette, smoked down to the filter, was flicked from the driver-side window followed by a hand which pulled the glass up, finally drowning out the sound of the rock music. The engine was cut and they waited to see who would step out of the opening door.
A long, slender leg wrapped in tight denim slid from behind the door, planting a suede booted foot on the ground. A flash of endless red curls bounced as the unknown individual stood at full height, shutting the car door after removing their body from it's course. The pair of legs reached up to buxom hips which curved back, much like a slight hour glass effect, into a lean waist. A glance of creamy skin could be seen between a tattered leather belt and the trim of a white tank top which fit snuggly around the torso. The top dipped low to reveal a peak of cleavage.
Kurt Hummel would have used this distraction to his advantage and escaped, but he joined his now highly intrigued tormentors with wide-eyes and mouth agape. This was surely a new sight to the eyes of McKinley high students, let alone the town of Lima. Even from a brainless oaf to a closet homosexual, it was an appealing vision.
"Damn." sighed one of the boys as he ogled the girl before them. The others only nodded in agreement.
Hidden behind large, dark sunglasses, the girl held an expressionless face. Her full lips remained still. No smile, frown, or even a smirk at the obvious attention she was receiving. It was almost as if she didn't notice, which became more believable as she began to walk from her vehicle, chin held parallel with the ground and head turned straight. The sway of her hips as she took her long, confident strides was captivating, and her beach-curled strawberry locks waved behind her shoulders, the sun catching glints of honey-blond highlights.
"Who in the hell is that?" one of the jocks whispered.
"Dunno. Never seen her before." another answered.
"Must be some new chick." Their gaze followed as the the spectacle passed by, still unflinching.
"Obviously." Puck muttered.
"Hey sweetheart! How about some fries with that shake!" another called out.
"Really, Azimio?" Puck grunted. "Even I know that's lame."
The boys hardly noticed that the girl who had held their attention for the past few moments didn't even budge or pause at the call. She continued to walk towards the school, ignoring all surroundings.
"Dude, I would so pay to get me some of that."
"Wanna bet, Chang?" one of the boys drawled.
The Asian footballer chuckled. "What are the terms?"
"Now we're talkin'" another joined in the conversation.
"What do you think, Puck?" They turned their attention towards the mohawk sporting boy whose eyes remained fixed on the figure wandering further from where they stood.
"You dudes are pussies. I got this, free of charge." he sneered. Before leaving his friends, he cocked a brow at the boy who was trying to subtly sneak away, unnoticed. "We'll finish this tomorrow, Hummel."
"Looking forward to it." Kurt rolled his eyes, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
Without another word, Puck left his friends behind in pursuit of the hot tail who had just entered the school. After dodging other bodies in the crowded halls, he caught a glimpse of fiery hair entering the administrative office. Upon reaching the door, he heard muffled voices from within the room and decided to wait outside, leaning his shoulder against the wall and crossing his arms over his chest.
He let his selective hearing take over while he rested outside the door, picking up on random breaks of the dialogue that took place on the other of the thin, wooden door.
"Charlotte Laine... Charlie... Uncle... New York... Junior... blah blah blah..."
"Welcome to McKinley High." spoke the cheery voice of the secretary, which was heard clearly. Puck shifted his weight when the sound of the door opening was heard.
"Thanks." This was even more clear, and in a bored tone, as the girl slipped through the door and closed it behind her.
"Hey babe." Puck extended.
The girl paused for a moment then turned to face him, giving him an unhindered view of her dazzling blue eyes. Flecks of emerald danced among the sapphire pools. She arched a brow for a moment, then proceeded to walk away from him.
Puck rolled his eyes and pushed himself off of the wall, taking distant strides to catch up to her side. "So, Charlie Laine?"
"What's it to you?" she finally spoke, her tone obviously disinterested.
"Just catchy." Puck shrugged and grinned confidently, then noted. "Like the porn star."
He watched as Charlie rolled her eyes and grunted out, "Hardly."
Puck found himself getting slightly frustrated with the lack of any sort of reaction from the girl and turned sharply, moving her into the lockers and stepping in front of her, blocking her route. He hovered above her, which wasn't much considering she was only a few inches shorter than him, and grinned. His hand reached up to capture a wave of her hair, twisting it slowly in his fingertips while his gaze remained locked with hers.
Charlie crossed her arms loosely around her chest and leaned into the lockers, her brows arched towards him again. She cleared her throat in apathy.
From his point of view, he could catch a better peek down her shirt, and this caused his grin to widen. "Come on, princess. I could think of a great way to help you remember your first day at McKinley High."
"Oh, please, make me remember." she rolled her eyes dramatically.
"That's what I like to hear." he smirked and leaned in a few more inches.
She grunted. "I was being facetious."
"No idea what that means, babe, but I'm open and willing to learn." Puck's smirk grew wider.
"Puckerman!" a voice boomed from the other end of the hallway. Puck turned to see his football coach and immediately groaned. "Get your ass to class!"
Before he could even realize what had happened, Charlie was gone and nowhere to be seen. She had slipped, unnoticed from around him, and this caused Puck to groan once more. 'Thanks, coach. Just when things were getting interesting' he thought.
Puck went through the morning like usual, ditching what classes he could and taking a trip to the Quick Mart between third and fourth. Re-entering the school, he preyed on a stray sophomore girl who was roaming the hallways alone after a trip to the front office. Her eyes were starry and glossed while her cheeks were flushed and burning hot. She bit her lip and batted her eyelashes while he pressed closer, pinning her into the wall. A trip to the empty supply closet proved worthless as Puck was only allowed to second base. He had grunted and muttered something along the lines of "getting closer to writing off high school girls for good" while he slipped from the room, leaving the girl alone to readjust herself.
The bell rang, signaling lunch and Puck found himself sucked into his common routine. He'd grab a tray of whatever crap was being served for lunch then stroll to the table that he had come to know so well after two years of claiming it. He examined the pornographic stick figures that his friends had scribbled on the cheap wood before digging in to his meal.
"Hey man, what's up?" a tall and sturdy boy came to sit beside his friend, dropping his tray on the surface before him.
Puck just shrugged and continued shoveling what could have been mashed potatoes into his mouth.
"Yo, dude." another boy spoke to the tall one as he sat, a few more letterman's following from behind to take their seats at their self-proclaimed designated table. "Didn't see you this morning."
"Yeah, I had..." he paused. "I had..."
"Hey Finn," Mike Chang interrupted. "Did you see the new chick yet?"
The tall boy just shook his head. "I didn't even know there was one."
"Oh dude, she's totally smokin'." another declared.
"Totally. Hey Puck, any luck with the rockin' mama?"
Puck smirked. "Her name's Charlie Laine."
"Like the porn star?" Azimio's eyes lit up.
"Yeah." Puck breathed in between bites of what looked like cardboard and tasted worse. "She's a tight ass bitch, though." a playful sneer slid across his lips after he swallowed his food. "Give me another hour and I can loosen all that up."
The boys at the table guffawed and shared random high fives.
"She's of sugar and feist." Chang half-muttered while staring down at his sandwich. The table went silent and it wasn't until he noticed their contorted expressions that he stammered to finish. "I...she... Like that kid rhyme, ya know? Little girls are made of sugar and spice, or whatever?"
"Chang, you're cut off." Azimio nudged his friend in the ribs.
"Dude, sugar and feist? Come on..."
He was cut short by soft laughter and soon the boys turned the conversation in another direction. A game of 'who could spot the shortest skirt of the day' commenced.
Lunch was coming to a close when Puck, Finn and a few of the other jocks gathered outside in the hall to shoot the breeze. They cracked a laugh when Puck scared some poor freshman into the bathroom, and exchanged a punch or two in the shoulder when a personal remark was made.
"Dude, Finn, there' that Charlie chick." one of the guys pointed out and didn't even bother to keep his voice down.
Finn turned his head toward the vixen in which all of the guys had been fixed about for the day and found her bent over at the waist, throwing books into her locker. Jaws dropped again, and this time sighs and grunts were heard as they gawked at the display only a few yards away. The locker door was slammed and the girl straightened herself, adjusting her belt and jeans to lay around her hips followed by placing those familiar sunglasses upon her nose. Without a pause or a glance, she began to make her way through the hall, passed the boys and on towards the exit.
"Alright, boys, see you later." Puck clapped a hand on Finn's shoulder and left the group behind to follow the girl once again.
The jocks didn't even bother to say anything in return or to even watch their friend leave. They just shrugged and began to take their separate ways.
"Those curves will drive any man insane, Charlie Laine." Puck drawled as he reached her side. He didn't even notice that they were headed towards the parking lot.
"Clever." she muttered back. "How long did it take you to think of that one?"
"I'm a total badass, babe. It comes natural." he shrugged a shoulder in ease, as if it were obvious.
She didn't say anything. Just continued to walk. He noticed that her smell was intoxicating, like orange peels and sweet honeysuckles while it wafted through his senses.
"You haven't even asked me for my name." he pointed out, noticing then that they were approaching her Jeep.
"Because it's so apparent that I must know." she said with a vexing tone.
Puck shrugged again until that infamous smirk that appeared as often as he could muster slid across his face. "Why even bother? There's no need for any name-basis." just as he had done that morning in the hall, he turned sharply and blocked her passage.
Charlie held her head straight while placing a hand on her hip and peering at the boy from over the top of her sunglasses. She just maintained her poise and awaited the moment he would finally get out of her way, but he didn't budge.
"As much as I enjoy my personal space being invaded," she spoke, keeping her eyes fixed to his, "I have some things to do. So, nice meeting you." she tried to push past him, but a warmth grew on her hip as his hand settled on her bare skin. There was no grip or force, just an entity that prevented her from advancing.
Puck leaned in towards her ear, and in a hushed tone he conveyed, "Listen, dollface. I'm just sayin' I want to see what kind of sex kitten daddy's been hiding..." and he never finished. He never saw the right hook coming, either. Puck was lost in lustful thoughts until a few stumbles back and an immediate pain in his jaw began to flare up. He let out a scoff as he instinctively brought a hand up to cup his jaw, rocking it back and forth to loosen the tightening feeling that was forming.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" he asked improbably. There was almost a smile forming on his lips as the anger vanished quickly. The only thought he could think as the girl breezed past him was 'Damn, she is feisty'. Intrigue began to build again, whether he wanted to welcome that feeling or not.
The sound of a car door slamming was heard before the familiar roar of an engine as the Jeep came to life, and he turned to watch Charlie pull out of her parking spot and barrel from the lot. He stood in shock and arousing curiosity as she disappeared around the corner, then fished through his pockets for his phone. 1:15 read the time.
Puck decided that remaining at school would be absurd, especially since he wasn't sure if there was a bruise already forming along his lower cheek or not. He bee-lined it to his pick-up truck and climbed in, pulling down the rear view mirror to examine his face. The skin had already darkened slightly, but no real damage. 'Good hit for a chick', he thought, 'but not good enough to worry'.
He slipped the key into the ignition and started up the vehicle, pulling from the parking lot. He decided to drive aimlessly around for a little while, maybe cruise by some of the nicer neighborhoods to see if any of his frequented cougars were home. No luck.
By the time his phone read 3:20, he decided to call Finn. He pressed a few buttons on the device and held it up to his ear, waiting.
"Yo, what's up?" Finn asked on the other end.
"Hey man, let's go get some tacos. I'm starving!" Puck leaned over his steering wheel.
"Dude, we have Glee practice."
"Skip that pansy crap. Let's get some grub then try to score some beer later."
"Nah, I've got shit to do. But hey, you talk to Charlie?"
Puck erupted into a short fit of laughter. "Yeah dude, she hit me!"
"Wait, what?"
"Yeah, she wants me. What can I say? I'm a total stud."
"Cool man. Well, gotta go. See ya." Finn just hung up and left Puck with the sound of the dial tone.
Puck threw the phone on the seat beside him and continued driving. He rolled his eyes at the thought of wasting a perfectly good day sitting at his house by himself, save for his sister who would be there to terrorize him in an hour or so. He waited at the red light getting ready to turn left when a thought quickly came to mind. Checking his mirrors to make sure there was no traffic coming along, he pulled over into the far right lane, waiting to make a right.
'Almost forgot. I still want some tacos.'
End note – Well, there you have it. Chapter one. From everything going on in my head and everything I have written out so far, this story is going to last for a long time, and I'm known for my long chapters :). We'll see how it moves, and how much feedback I get. Speaking of, please review! I really want to know what you think of it. I love constructive criticism and opinions, all sorts! So please, tell me what you think :)