"So, who do you want to room with?" Burt asked me, when I got settled in. After I insisted on just sleeping on the couch, he shook his head. "Nope, not happening. You are a guest, so you get a room.' I knew better to argue with my employer. So, I said I'd room with Finn. He seemed cool, and taken. So, there wouldn't be any drama. Mostly, Kurt seemed a little too not boyish for my tastes. Plus, I had always slept in my brother's room till then.

Burt seemed a little surprised at this, but said nothing. He, instead, led me to Finn's room. It was messy, but organized, and had just enough room for someone to sleep on the floor. I quickly got out my sleeping bag, and sent it out. "Thanks again Mr. Hummel- I mean Burt." I blushed. He nodded, before shutting the door.

I wanted to be as comfortable as I possibly could, so I started to change into my around the house wear- a racer back tank top with boy's basket ball shorts, and a sports bra. I quickly slipped off my jeans, and slipped on the comfy basket ball shorts in a dark navy blue. Then I removed the shirt and gray tank, and bra. I didn't hear the door open, but when I turned to get my tank, I saw the remarkably tall Finn Hudson covering his eyes.

"I'm so sorry. I thought you were downstairs with Kurt." He mumbled to the point I could barely understand him. Laughing, I slipped on the bra before telling him he didn't have to cover his eyes. His cheeks were the brightest color of red I had ever seen on anyone.

"Oh, don't worry Finn. I've played on boy soccer teams, and I had to share a locker. I'm use to boy looking at this fine body." He reddened even more. Sighing, I assured him it was fine. Finn's cheeks did get to his original color, but then another boy came in. He had a shaved head, as around the same height as Kurt, but was much more muscular. If that made any sense.

"Who's the lady? Does she give what Rachel can't?" He laughed at this joke. I was aware I just had my bra on, but I really didn't care. Crossing my arms over my chest, I smirk before asking, "And you, Mr. Jackass, are?"

"Noah Puckerman. Call me Noah and I'll kick your ass. It's Puck."

Puck gave me the once over, smiling just a bit.

"Or, in your case, I'd screw your ass."

"Jackass Puckerman."

"Virgin Bitch."

I couldn't help but laugh at that statement, fully knowing I wasn't a virgin on any means. But, the little bitterness of my past life had crept in, and I felt myself hyperventilating. Large arms wrapped around me, telling me to calm the fuck down. It was Puck, for sure.

"Hey, I didn't mean it. Just screwing with the new girl." He whispered in my ear. "You forgive me."

"Yeah." I told him, his arms falling away.

I just don't forgive myself.

That voice still followed me. So much, so very much.

My protector was dead.

And What if he came back?

Charlotte, come here sweetie. You're mommy isn't here right now. And brother is at soccer. Want to play a little game? No, it doesn't hurt sweetie. All we need to do is take off our clothes…Charlotte, it's fine, Charlotte. Are you afraid? No need to be afraid. Let's creep upstairs, and then we can play…


so sorry for not updating! Anyways, thatnks for reading. This is kinda creepy. Good part: I have the plot down! Bad part: I need to write it! Arghh it's really early in the morning (7isj) so this author's note it kinda weird.

Question of the Chapter (let's see...):

Do you think that Charlie and Puck should date?

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thanks seducedlikemagic for reviewing and quessing! i promise you can see a part of the next chapter, when I write it:)

-Madi