It was two in the afternoon on Saturday when there was a knock on Jennifer's door. "Jen? Can we come in?" It was Quinn.

"I brought you Rocky Road ice cream. That's what they do in movies. They eat ice cream." That was Brittany.

"And I brought my collection of classic Broadway love stories on DVD." Rachel said this.

"Be real Berry. She doesn't want to see those. She wants to watch...I don't know what she wants. Jennifer? What do you want?" Oh, that's Santana. For sure.

"We brought you Reese's. And I have my phone. Mike's with Puck right now. And Sam. Maybe Finn. I don't know." Tina said, unsure.

"Jennifer? I brought my iPod. We could listen to happy songs. Maybe sad songs. Break up songs..." Mercedes suggested.

"Please Jennifer." They all said.

Jennifer sighed and wiped under her eyes and let go of the pillow she was clutching to her chest. She opened the door and was immediately pulled into a giant hug. They girls stayed like that for a while and then Jennifer let go and wiped under her eyes again. She walked back to her bed and picked up the pillow, clutching it to her chest again.

"He never even loved me." Jennifer whispered.

"Sweetie, I'm gonna give you tough love right now. That's Puckerman for you. He messes with people, I'm surprised he hadn't tried to get you drunk so he can get some from you." Santana said. "That's what he did to Quinn."

"I know that Santana." Jennifer snapped.

"Really? I'm surprised he told you that." Quinn said.

"Yeah, well, in those short two weeks, we told each other everything. Except 'I love you'." She muttered.

"Jennifer? What do you want to do?" Tina asked.

"I want to...be able to sleep without thinking of Puckerman. I want to listen to sad music until my ears bleed. I want to watch sad movies until I cry. And then I want to cry until I run out of water in my body so I pass out! That's what I want!" Jennifer yelled.

"O...kay then. So...what first?" Mercedes asked.

"Just...put in one of the movies Rachel brought. I just want to talk. It can be background noise or something." She shrugged.

"Rachel? How did you get over Finn?"

"I...didn't really. I kept thinking that he was going to come back to me. He did, but it did take some time and there was some definant heartbreak."

"I have an idea." Santana said. "But first, we need Kurt."

"Why?" Tina asked.

"Jennifer Thorn. You're gonna make Puck wish he never messed with you."

Jennifer cocked an eyebrow. "What?"

Santana did her perfect Santana smirk and said, "You'll see."

Jennifer did see. Kurt came over and went through her wardrobe, finding the one thing she most desperately tried to keep under wraps.

"You have a little black dress?" Kurt asked in disbelief.

Jennifer blushed. "Yeah...I got it at Goodwill. Don't know why the owner gave it away. It was barely worn though so now it's mine."

"Perfect." Kurt smiled micheviously. "Do you have an solid color cardigans?"

"I only have one's with patterns."

"Well then. Mercedes, go start your car. We're going to the mall. Oh! I'm going to call Blaine!"

"Jen. Get dressed. And put some perfume on so you smell a little better." Brittany said.

"Uhm...okay?"

"Good."

When they got to the mall, Kurt and Quinn dragged Jennifer into Forever 21. "No! It is too expensive! You shouldn't buy me anything." Jennifer protested.

"Oh but we want to. We want to see Puck's jaw drop to the floor on Monday. I have an account here. I come here so much that I'm a regular and get 30% everything. Your welcome Jennifer." Kurt said forcefully.

"Hey Kurt! It's Baine!" Rachel shouted from the other side of the store.

"Okay! Blaine!"

"Hey Kurt. I'm assuming that you are Jennifer, since I know everyone else. Hey Quinn." Blaine said.

"Holy crap, Kurt you didn't tell me Blaine was hot." Jennifer blushed when she realized what she said. "Sorry. Nice to meet you Blaine. I've heard a lot about you."

"The pleasure is all mine." They all laughed. "So. What are we here for?"

"We want to see Puck's jaw drop when he sees Jennifer on Monday. Wish he had actually loved her."

"Ah. So...where do we start?"

The group of girls, Blaine and Kurt spent until the store closed searching for all the right clothes for Jennifer.

That night, they decided they wanted to have a sleep over. Quinn, Rachel, Mercedes, Tina, Santana, Brittany and Kurt were spending the night at Jennifer's house.

"Jennifer? Why are there six girls and one guy in your room?" Her dad asked.

"Dad, Kurt is gay. He's not going to try making a move on any of us. Trust me, he even has a boyfriend." Jennifer said.

"Alright, alright. If you need me, just shout." Her dad walked back to his room.

"So...I think we accomplished something very sepcial today. Jennifer is going to knock the wind out of Puckerman's lungs and make his blood go strat to his-"

"Okay Santana I think we get it." Quinn said, coming to everyone's rescue. Santana rolled her eyes, but shut up.

"So...tomorrow, we are doing a hair and make-up run through and then Monday, you are going to rock McKinely's hallways." Kurt said before squealing along with the rest of us.

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Scene: Monday morning. Crazy with kids trying to get into the school.

Place: Front doors of McKinley High.

Reasons why: Jennifer was about to make her entrance.

Kurt and Mercedes opened both doors and Jennifer walked in. Her hair, which was curled, was framing her face lightly and half of it what pulled back with a flower clip and, because Brittany insisted, she also had a navy bow headband on too. Her make-up, which took less time than the trip to Forever 21, thank God, was subtle, but it was there. She had mascara on to make her eyelashes look longer and they were a little fuller too and the lipstick on her lips made them look fuller and pinker, sort of. Her eyeshawdow was gray, making the gray around her pupils seem brighter, and it was the smokey eye look.

She was wearing the little black dress. It was strapless and it did show off some cleavage (she also wasn't wearing a bra, but why bore you with details?), so they had bought her a solid navy leather cardigan. She had gold footless leggings and, thank you Rachel Berry, she was wearing a pair of limited gold star high heels, that only Rachel would buy.

Jennifer walked past many people, which caused plenty of double-takes when boys caught sight of her. One boy even broke up with his girlfriend, just so he could stare at Jennifer.

When she got to her locker, Puck wasn't there, but Santana was. "Me thinks you look hot Jennifer."

Jennifer blushed at the compliment. "Thank you Santana. Now, where is Puckerman?"

"Not a clue. Mike hasn't called Tina yet to say that they are on their way here. Oh, wait." Her phone rang and she pulled it out of her hair. Jennifer gave her a look of 'what-the-hell?' but Santana disregarded it for a minute. "Hello? Oh, okay. Thanks T. Bye." She hung up her phone and turned back to Jennifer. "They just pulled into the parking lot. Just...stand here and look pretty."

"Got it."

"And if any guy-"

"If any guy comes up to talk to me, let them. I know. Bye."

"Bye." Santana ran to her locker just as the door opened and Puck and Mike and Sam and Finn walked in.

Jennifer slowly opened her locker and she grabbed her binder in equal slowness.

"Holy crap." Sam said. Jennifer turned around.

Standing in front of her was Sam, Finn, Mike and Puck with their mouths wide open.

"Woah...Jennifer, what happened?" Finn asked, but then was smacked by Rachel.

"She wanted a change." Rachel answered simply.

"Yes. I did." Jennifer said, a little smug. "Now, I have to get to class."

"May I walk you?" Eric said, running up to her.

She smiled sweetly and glanced back at Puck and said, keeping her eyes on him, "I'd love that."

"Do you think she did that just so I would drool all over her and then she would say no to me asking her out again?" Puck asked them after

"Hell yes." Sam said.

"Yup, I think she did. But dude, I have an idea." Mike said.

"If it involves-"

"Nope. Better." They put their heads together. Literally. "You are going to sing."


A/N: Yup. Soooo drop me a review if you want. Depends on how you feel after you read this.

Love all you Puck lovers,

Dreamer.