ATTENTION: I do NOT own Glee or any of the characters in it…so do NOT sue me…

How can he feel this way about her? He's a football player, he can get anyone he wants…but he wants…her…

Chapter Two

Puck walked up to his locker thinking about those last words she said to him. "Thanks Puck". He had heard those words only a few times in his life, but this time it meant so much more. He open his metal box, filled with books he hadn't touch since the beginning of the year. He grabbed his Math book and dusted the cover. Shoving the unopened book into his bag, he closed his locker and went to go find Rachel.

The halls of Lima High School were filled with every stereotype that was in the movies. Jock, Nerd, Goth, ect. Everyone had their own world where they stayed. The basic rules of you leave us alone we leave you alone were always obeyed…except for all those slushies and dumpsters. As he began to think about it, he never understood why he had picked on her in the first place. She was hot, but…just different.

Rachel was standing by her locker, the inside door of which was covered in poster of Les Mis and Phantom of the Opera. He had never seen them but he had heard of them. He was a football player; he wasn't supposed to watch musicals. She was wearing a light yellow button up shirt with a plaid skirt.

"Tonight, tonight, it all began tonight; I saw you and the world went away." Rachel sang softly as she fixed her hair in her mirror. He looked beautiful…wait…did he just say beautiful? I MEAN HOT! She looked hot! He walked up behind her and smiled. The look on her face was one of pure terror and confusion.

"Today, all day I had the feeling, a miracle would happen. I know now I was right." he sang softly with a smile. The look of terror disappeared, but the confusion remained.

"You know West Side Story?" She turned around to face him.

"My mom took me about a year ago. She said some culture would do me some good." Her left eyebrow rose as she attempted to figure out just what to say. She spun around and looked back into her mirror.

"Well that was a waste of time" She returned to her attempt to fix her hair.

"Why would you say that? I remember the words didn't I?" He said with a smile.

"Well…yes…but. Why would anyone try to teach you some culture? I'm sorry, there's no musical about football." She became frustrated at the idea that Puck could possibly like musicals. He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her around.

"You know, maybe you shouldn't stereotype people. Maybe I just haven't had the right teacher." The look he couldn't have been more suggestive.

"Well, maybe. I guess I could teach you some class." Her frustration slowly turned into what could have been described as a smile.

"Is tonight good?"

"My house at 8." She smiled but maintained her doubts. He smiled and turned to he walked down the hallway he heard her sing. "For here you are, and what was just a world is a star, tonight"

Well I'm starting to enjoy writing these stories more and more. It lets me be a theatre geek! Please review with comments or suggestions. Thanks!