Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or AVPM.

A/N: I AM SO SORRY! I just… got distracted with other stories. I hope you don't hate me! :(

Okay, when I started this story I didn't realize how fucking long it would take to write the ENTIRE musical, so I'm just going to do my favorite parts from both the first one and the sequel. I'll also take suggestions! I apologize if you were reading this because I was doing the whole thing… SORRY! I still hope you continue reading though!

How Finn and Puck Met Rachel

Finn Hudson climbs onto the bus anxiously. He sets his backpack down onto a seat near the middle, avoiding all the other kids. He notices a man sprawled out over the seat in front of him using a newspaper as a makeshift blanket.

He leans over, sniffs the man, frowns, and sits back into his seat. He notices his new best friend making his way down the aisle of the bus, glaring at kids as he went. He smiled when he reached Finn and plopped down next to him.

"Hey, what's up there, buddy?" Puck asks, setting down his backpack.

"Hey Puck." Finn responds as Puck points at the sleeping man.

"Who's this guy?" Finn shrugs, shaking his head.

"I don't know, he was here when I got here. He's sleeping and I think he's homeless." Puck makes a disgusted face.

"Gross." He adjusts his backpack and moves closer to Finn. "Anyway, we kinda got separated at the bus stop and you forgot this." He holds up a blue sweatband that Finn had been using to cover his hair.

"Y'know, everyone seems to like my bad haircut. Why don't you keep it?" Puck looks at him in disbelief."

"Really? Wow." He puts it on over his Mohawk, grinning into the air.

"It looks good." Finn comments, and Puck nods.

"It does. Damn it, now I wanna give you something." He reaches into his backpack and digs around.

"No, that's okay." Finn assures, but Puck ignores him.

"Seriously." He keeps digging for a while, a serious look on his face. He smiles and begins to pull something out of the bag. "Oh, do you want a rat?"

Finn screams and backs against the window, avoiding the hairy creature. Puck screams too, but then stops himself.

"It's my rat." He tells Finn, and the tall teenager relaxes.

"Oh, your rat. Hi!" He begins to pet the brown rat, and Puck places it on his shoulder.

"Her name is Mrs. Shuester and she's been in my family for like, a hundred years. In fact, I think my parents found him the same night your parents were killed in that mysterious cheerleading accident."

"Weird." Finn responds.

"I know, weird right?" Puck digs into his pocket and pulls out a small box. "Hey, you want a Bertie Botts every flavor candy bean?"

"What the hell is that?"

"Just try one. They have every flavor in the entire world. They even have a poopy-flavored one, but it's so rare you'll never be lucky enough to get it though. What did you get?" Finn grimaces, looking back at Puck.

"Broken computer." He says with a questioning tone. Puck nods sympathetically.

"I can't even remember the last time I got a candy flavored one." He pops a bean into his mouth, and frowns.

"What'd you get?"

"Defeat." He looks longingly out the aisle, and Finn moves to see what he was looking at. "Well I give up on these." He shoves the bag of candy back into his pocket, a deep frown on his lips.

"Hey!" Puck exclaims suddenly. "How about we wash these beans down with some of the greatest snacks in the entire world?"

"Redvines!" Both boys exclaim, posing with goofy smiles on their faces. Puck reaches into his backpack again.

"Hold on, I got 'em right here." He pulls his hand out, a giant cat attached to it. Both Finn and Puck scream, trying to shake the orange cat off of Puck's hand. A small, frizzy brown haired girl runs onto the bus, stopping in front of the struggling boys. She grabs the cat off of Puck's arm, trying to sooth it by petting its matted fur.

Puck yanks his hand back, soothing the claw marks.

"Sorry," The girl cries. "Sometimes he just crawls into the darnedest places!"

"It's okay," Puck begins. "Just next time OHMYGODSLUSHYFACE!" He screams as he looks at the girl. She looks offended, cradling the cat to her chest.

"I'm not a Slushy Face," She defends. "I'm a little girl. My name's Rachel Berry." She holds out her hand, but Ron ignores it. "Oh my lord, you're Finn Hudson."

"Oh yeah, weird, right?" Finn smiles goofily, throwing a hand over Puck's shoulder. Rachel's jaw drops.

"Oh, I'm such a big fan! Say, would you sign my petition?" She holds out a clipboard.

"Um, sure." Finn responds, but Puck interrupts.

"No, No. He doesn't want to." He smacks the board, making it clatter to the ground. The short girl bends over and retrieves it.

"Um, I'm collecting signatures for getting rid of the slushy machine in the cafeteria. You see, I just think it's awful that in the high school world someone would throw slushies on another person just because they're different and they were born as sickly little people with big dumb noses and loud mouths. And we, I mean, they are just as good as anybody. Not to mention, the world just isn't made for those little nerds." She moves to sit next to Finn, putting her face right next to his. "Did you know that over 600 losers die in dumpster-related incidents every year?" Finn holds up a hand, shushing the rambling girl.

"Um, stop talking. I'll sign it, just don't send me any emails." She shakes her head.

"Oh no, I won't. Thanks, Finn." He puts the pen onto the paper, reading the petition over.

"There you go." He signs it with a flourish, squinting his eyes to look at the paper. "Hey are we the first people you've asked 'cause there's only one other name on here?" He asks Rachel, and she nods.

"That is my name." Rachel points to it.

"Oh! Well then, here you go, Ray-cha-nel." He sounds it out, and she frowns. She sits down next to him,

"Wow!" "So, Finn Hudson, did you really not grow up around singers or actors?" He nods, leaning into Ron.

"Yeah, I found out I was talented like two minutes ago." He shrugs, making a face of confusion.

"Yeah, I grew up around talent-less people too. My dads are really bad singers." She reminisces, before turning back to Puck and Finn. "And I'm ever so excited to be going to McKinley!" Puck snorts.

"Yeah, that's because McKinley is the best place in the entire world." He informs with a bored tone.

"Well, yeah. And to be taught by William Shuester." She looks off into the distance dramatically again.

"Who the hell is William Shuester?" Finn asks, looking back and forth between the two teenagers. They look shocked, holding hands to their mouths.

"He's only the bestest, most bravest." Puck begins, and Rachel jumps in.

"Most talented, most hair-product-using," She gestures to her own hair, nodding frantically.

"Beautiful!" Puck interjects, nodding.

"Beautiful choir instructor who has ever lived. And my dream of dreams is to someday is to get a solo for Nationals, making me the top of the glee club." Rachel smiles again, another blinding show of pearly-white teeth. The kids grow silent, look out the windows.

"BUS PASS?" A voice booms from the aisle, holding out a knife.

A/N: So, I know I'm a little rusty, but I got a bunch of people asking when the hell I was ever going to add on to this. SO… TA-DA! Here you go!

Tell me what other scenes I should do, please!

BTW, you have no idea how many times I wrote 'Harry', 'Ron', and 'Hermione'. Crazy! I had to go back and fix it like, seven times!

Lessthanthree,

Max