I don't own Glee unfortunately.
Hope you like it, and please review that way I`ll know if to continue or not. Thanks to those who reviewed the first chapter. And to give you something to look forward to Pezberry and Brittchel is officially the ultimate friendship I'm looking at. Puckleberry of course, with maybe a twist in there. With Cherry, Finchel, Rudberry, and Faberry friendship as well. This is like a filler chapter, more drama up next. Glee club makes itself known as well as Coach Sylvester, who will be Rachel`s mentor of sorts.
"Damn," Rachel muttered at her reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of her closet door. She glanced along the walls of her walk-in-closet, hoping something would call out to her from the copious amounts of clothes scattered everywhere. She liked to keep her closet unorganized, but not to unorganized. Shirts with shirts, dresses with dresses according to the designer, skirts with skirts, but that was it. Jeans were tossed in a heap on the closet floor, and there were dozen of them. Shoes organized by color and brand, were lined up like little gay soldiers along her closet walls, taking up almost all the floor space. Rachel had spent the whole first week of their move in organizing her closet just the way she liked it.
Rachel looked into the mirror, scrutinizing her body. Not for the first time wishing her boobs were a little bit bigger and her butt just a tinny bit smaller. Don't get her wrong, she loved her body, she had worked hard for it. But sometimes she would feel as if it wasn't good enough, not by a long shot. Sighing, she grabbed a black shirt from it's hanger before slipping it over her head. Next, she closed her eyes and reached into the pile of jeans, and came up with the perfect pair. Not to tight in the ass, but not to loose. She put on her favorite pair of black vans, officially completing the outfit.
She opened her bedroom door and yelled down the long hall, full of unpacked boxes, most of them belonging to her mother. "Shelby, I'm leaving for school in about ten minutes." When there was no reply she walked over to the master suite, opened the bedroom door and made a beeline for her mother's dressing room. Shelby had always kept a stash of twenties hidden underneath her underwear drawer, in case Rachel ever needed money. Rachel grabbed five crisp twenties, slipping them into her back pocket.
"Rachel, darling please refrain from getting into trouble on your first day of school," Shelby said, walking out of the restroom, a cigarette in her right hand a glass of red wine in her other. "This rebellious thing of yours is getting old."
"Sure mother dearest," Rachel retorted sarcastically, slamming the closet door shut. "I'll try my best to be the quintessential good girl just for you."
"I hardly expect you to be perfect honey, you've made sure to lower my expectations when it comes to you," Shelby stated coldly, flopping down on her bed.
Rachel's brown eyes shinned with angry tears, "Thanks mom." Rachel stumbled out of the master suite and made her way down the spiraling stairs. She grabbed her blood-red-colored hoodie and ran for the front door. Furiously wiping away the tears, she jumped into her Comet, tires squealing as she sped out of the driveway.
Puck slammed a fist against the offending alarm clock before nestling in deeper beneath his comforter. He could distinctively hear his mother calling his name from the kitchen were she was undoubtedly cooking up breakfast, just like every morning. He turned his head and buried his face into his pillow, intent on ignoring anyone and anything.
"Wake up!" came a shout from outside of his bedroom door, followed by a pound of a fist. Puck scowled, lifting a pillow over his head, damn that little monster. Becky opened the door, striding into his bedroom and reaching for the end of his bed sheets. Yanking them to reveal Puck in all his naked glory. "Your naked bitch!" Becky yelled, covering her eyes in horror.
"The fuck is wrong with you?" Puck yelped, grabbing at the sheets. Becky simply smirked before flipping him off and exiting his bedroom. Puck shook his head, what the fuck was wrong with that wacko? He stood up, pulling the sheet with him, and made his way towards the hallway bathroom. He washed his teeth before taking a fast shower, putting a large amount of gel on his hawk after drying what little hair he had. Putting on deodorant he took time to admire his six-pack. Damn he was hot.
"Hurry up!" Becky yelled, from outside of the bathroom. Puck slipped a hand out and flipped her off, causing her to kick the bathroom door in indignation. "Noah, if you don't get out right now, I'll tell mom about Santana hiding in your closet that one time you were grounded."
Puck pulled open the door and simply glared at the small spitfire standing in front of him. The fucking monster was serious, he could see it in her evil little eyes. He grunted in response and pushed past her not-so-accidentally knocking her on her ass. The little twerp deserved it.
In his bedroom he shuffled around trying to search for a clean shirt in all the mess, finding one under a pile of Hustler's. He pulled on his favorite pair of jeans before slipping on his McKinley High letterman. The product of two years as the varsity left-tackle and co-captain of the Basketball team as well as the Baseball team, not to mention a member of the school's Glee Club. He put on his favorite pair of Converse before heading down to the kitchen, were he grabbed an apple and a water bottle. Placing a kiss on his mothers temple, punching his little sister on the shoulder semi-affectionately, he slipped out the door and into his old Ford truck.
His phone started ringing the moment he drove out of his driveway. Flipping it open, he saw his best friend's grinning face bream from the screen. "Finnessa what the fuck you want?"
"Hey Douche McDouche, when you coming to pick me up?" Finn Hudson's voice came from the other end of the phone. "Quinn wants me to be there at seven exactly."
"Girls got you by the balls," Puck commented, Finn was totally whipped by that Jesus-loving- freak. "Is she at least giving you a little something, something."
"Fuck you," Finn retorted, "So when did Howie say was the next gig?"
"Fucker said maybe next weekend. Something about diversity in the musical acts and some other shit," Puck answered angrily. Howie Lansing was the owner of Rank which was pretty much the only place Pucker Up had ever been able to get a paying gig. But now the douche was blue-balling them, saying some shit about them needing to open up their musical range or some shit. The thing is Puck, Finn, Matt and Mike were all about the rock, no way were they going to fucking become posers. Puck had vowed if ever he should think of becoming even a little bit Pop he would fucking shove a microphone down his throat.
"Matt said something about playing at the school's homecoming dance this Friday, says Figgens is willing to pay a hundred," Finn said, just as Puck pulled up in front of his house. "Fucking awesome don't you think?"
Puck shook his head as Finn climbed into the passenger seat. "Fuck that shit, one-hundred-fifty is the only way." He slammed his phone shut and Finn did the same. "Figgens is fucking cheap."
Rachel sat across from Principal Figgs, sipping at the cup of coffee he had offered her. The moment she had stepped into the front hallway, she had been whisked to the front office by a bug-eyed, red-head guidance counselor. Now he was making small talk as she tried not to yawn. She nodded her head as he went on and on about a new start, about how she would have a clean slate, forget about the past, look forward to the future. You know the usual crap. She made a show of glancing at her clock, before telling him that her first class started in about ten minutes, and if he could find it in himself to hurry this along.
Principal Figgens narrowed his beady eyes, before nodding. "Indeed it appears your right," He said, pushing her new schedule towards her. "Due to your extensive training in both dance and song, I have taken the liberty of speaking to our Cheerio coach as will as our Glee director. Of course you have no argument, correct?"
"Unfortunately for you I have no interest of participating in either one of those activities," Rachel retorted, leaning closer to Figgens. "And I don't appreciate having said activities forced down my throat."
Figgens smirked before leaning over his desk, "Oh but unfortunately for you I don't appreciate a juvenile delinquent telling me what to do," he said menacingly. "Just because your mother bribed the school board doesn't mean you will be able to do as you please. This is my school after all."
"I'll be sure to pass that message along to my mother Figgs," Rachel retorted, standing up from the chair. "Now if you'll excuse me I have a AP English class to get to."
Rachel walked out of the office, slamming the door behind her for dramatic affect, before glancing down at her schedule. On it was her locker number as well as a list of the books she would need to get from the book keeper's office. She walked down the hallway searching for her locker, and finding it currently blocked by a kissing couple.
She cleared her throat, hoping to catch their attention, only to get the brush off by the guy who was now moving his hands dangerously close to the girls ass. "Not that this over-the-top display of male testosterone and feminine whiles isn't appealing, but can you please get the fuck off my locker?" Rachel asked, angrily crossing her hands over her chest.
The guy turned his head and Rachel gasped. A familiar pair of green eyes were staring back at her, clearly sharing the same shock. Of course it was the Fairy, how hadn't she recognized him before. What with that incredibly toned body, and that stupid landing stip on his head.
"You," she whispered, watching as the blonde beside him, looked between the both of them puzzled. Puck had quickly dropped his hands away from the blonde and had stepped towards Rachel.
"Rachel, told you we'd see each other again," Puck said, a smirk on his lips. "Granted I didn't quite expect it to be like this."
"What , with your tongue rammed down some girls throat?" Rachel asked, pushing past him towards her locker. She glared at the blonde, who glared back before moving from in front of Rachel's locker.
"What crawled up your ass and died?" Puck asked, leaning against the locker beside her, completely ignoring the upset blonde behind him. Rachel ignored him, opening her locker and placing her book bag inside, only taking out a notebook and a pen. "No seriously you've been a royal bitch since we met."
"Then what the hell are you doing talking to me?" Rachel retorted, slamming her locker door shut.
"I don't know."
"When you figure it out, tell me," Rachel said, slipping past him. There was just something about him, something that infuriated her.
Puck leaned against her locker and watched her walk away. Damn the girl was something else altogether. Never had a girl so completely confused the hell out of him. She was a complete bitch but Puck couldn't let it go. He turned to look at the blonde Cheerio who was glaring daggers at him, he simply shrugged his shoulders before pulling the blonde towards the empty Janitor's closet at the end of the hallway. Rachel was a complete mystery, and he intended to find out everything about her. Just not at this moment, he had something to take care of first.
Puck is still a player, just less of a ass. Please review. I've gotten lot of story alerts and favorites but can you guys please review as well.