Hey guys! So after watching "10 things I hate about you" for the one thousand time last day, I decided to do it Glee style. A lot of Puckleberry will be in this story since they are Cameron/Bianca.

Some things are going to change like Puck. He's not the Cameron style so I decided to change his background and make him more Puck like. Finn is going to be the litte bad boy but like Puck there's more to it and we'll see a little bit of the Finn Hudson we all know.

Most of the story will be the same, and most of the lines too. I'm not a writer but I thought it would be great to have a Fuinn/Puckleberry twist on this movie. Review to tell me If you would like me to continue or not. ;)

Welcome to McKinley High School, your typical urban-suburban high school in Lima, Ohio. Smarties, Skids, Preppies,

Granolas. Loners, Lovers, the In and the Out Crowd rub sleep out of their eyes and head for the main building.

QUINN FABRAY, eighteen, pretty - but trying hard not to be - in a baggy granny dress and glasses, balances a cup of

coffee and a backpack as she climbs out of her battered, baby blue '75 Dodge Dart.

A stray skateboard clips her, causing her to stumble and spill her coffee, as well as the contents of her backpack.

The young rider dashes over to help, trembling when he sees who his board has hit.

"Hey - sorry." as he cower in fear, he attempts to scoop up her scattered belongings.

"Leave it."

He persists.

"I said, leave it!" She grabs his skateboard and uses it to SHOVE him against a car, skateboard tip to his throat. He whimpers pitifully and she lets him go. A path clears for her as she marches through a pack of fearful students and SLAMS open the door, entering school.

RACHEL BERRY, a beautiful sophomore, stands facing the mirror, applying lipstick. Her less extraordinary, but still cute friend, BRITTANY stands next to her.

"Did you change your hair?"

Brittany looks at Rachel through the mirror confused.

"No."

Rachel sighs and shuts her lipstick. She turns towards Brittany and says "You might wanna think about it." Before leaving the room, Brittany following.

As they enter the hallway, Rachel is immediately greeted by an admiring crowd.

"Hey Rachel" - "How are you Rachel?" -"Did you have a good summer Rachel?" - "Awesome shoes Rachel."

The greetings continue as Brittany remains wordless and unaddressed by her side. Rachel smiles proudly, acknowledging her fans.

NOAH PUCKERMAN, supporting a Mohawk, wearing baggy jeans and a plaid shirt, this senior looks like an average Joe at first sight. We find him facing Miss Pillsbury, an impossibly cheery guidance counselor.

"I'm sure you won't find McKinley any different than your old school. Same little asswipe mother-fuckers everywhere." Her plastic smile never leaves her face. Noah fidgets in his chair uncomfortably.

"Any questions?" "I don't think so, ma'am."

"Then go forth. Scoot I've got deviants to see." She shakes her head towards the door and goes back to whatever she was doing before he arrived.

Noah rises to leave and makes eye contact with FINN HUDSON, a good looking bad ass senior, who waits outside Ms Pullsbury's door. Miss Pullsbury looks down at her file and up at Finn.

"Finn Hudson. I see we're making our visits a weekly ritual." She gives him a withering glance.

"I missed you." He answers with a charming smile.

"It says here you exposed yourself to a group of freshmen girls." "It was a bratwurst. I was eating lunch."

"With the teeth of your zipper?"

She motions for Finn to enter her office and Noah shuffles out the door, bumping into MIKE CHANG, a brainy senior who will either end up a politician or game show host.

"You the new guy?"

"So they tell me...I'm Pu... hmm Noah."

Mike nods and holds out his hand. "Mike. C'mon Noah. I'm supposed to give you the tour."

They head out of the office and continue down the hallway.

"So – where are you from?"

"New York City."

"Are you kidding me? But – don't take this the wrong way but what are you doing here? In little old Lima?"

Noah looks at his shoes before looking towards Mike. "My parents got a divorce. My mom got a job here. End of the story."

"Sucks man!" - Mike sees he doesn't want to talk about it and decide to change the subject. "How many people were in your old school?"

"Couple thousand."

Mike stops walking, his mouth wide open. "Get out!"

"Why? How many people go here?"

"Couple hundred. Most of them evil." Mike gives Puck a smile and start walking again.

As they continue down the hallway, we can see Prom posters adorning the wall. Mike steers Noah through the crowd as he points to various cliques.

"We've got your basic beautiful people. Unless they talk to you first, don't bother." The beautiful people pass, in full jock/cheerleader splendor.

Noah looks at them with disdain. "That I'm used to."

"Those 're your cowboys." As he points to several Stetson-wearing, big belt buckle. Wrangler guys walk by.

"These guys have never seen a horse. They just jack off to Clint Eastwood." As they laugh together, they pass an espresso cart with a group of teens huddled around it.

"To the right, we have the Coffee Kids. Very edgy. Don't make any sudden movements around them."

Noah's eyes widen. "Sounds risky." (laughs)

"And these delusionals are the White Rastae." Several white boys in dreadlocks and Jamaican knit berets lounge on the grass. A cloud of pot smoke hovers above them

"Big Marley fans. Think they're black. Semi-political, but mostly, they watch a lot of Wild Kingdom, if you know what I mean." Noah turns to follow Mike as they walk into the cafeteria.

"So where do you fit in all this?" Loud music and loud students. Mike sits with a group of studious-looking teens.

"Future MBAs- We're all Ivy League, already accepted. Someday I'll be sipping Merlot while those guys." He points to the table of jocks, as they torture various passers-by. "They're..."

Noah stops listening as Rachel walks by, suddenly everything turns into SLOW MO. Pure and perfect, she passes Noah and Mike without a look.

"That girl - I -" Words can come close enough to say how perfect she looks.

Mike looks at Noah with a knowing smile. "You burn, you pine, you perish?"

Noah doesn't stop looking at Rachel, who is now at the end of the cafeteria talking with some girls. "Who is she?"

"Rachel Berry. Sophomore. Don't even think about it." Mike shakes his head.

"Why not? She's – WOW." He takes his eyes from Rachel to adress Mike.

"I could start with your haircut, but it doesn't matter. She's not allowed to date until her older step sister does. And that's an impossibility." Mike gives him a sympathetic smile and starts eating.