A/N: Rachel Evan's style is very Dianna Agron/ Quinn Fabray; I just had to add the knee socks. If you want to look up the routine to "Roxie" look it up on youtube from the movie Chicago (my inspiration). I don't own the song "Roxie". Woo hoo, let's all pretend she could actually get a tattoo, and you never know maybe places will let you lie. Hope you all enjoy! Worked really hard on this! I mostly update 1-2 times a week, and 2-3 times on the weekend! I will try but I am very busy with school and such. Let me know if you like the previews at the end for the next chapter. Enjoy! :D

"AHHH. LET ME GO." Rachel screamed at an ear piercing volume when she felt someone catch her.

"Oh shit. Sorry little lady." Puck smiled. Rachel was walking into the kitchen when she ran into something hard and it caught her.

"Why are you here? No offence." Rachel asked.

"Sam told me to meet him here to play halo… but I guess he's still out." Puck replied.

"Oh. Okay! Sorry you just scared me. Would you like something to drink?" Rachel asked while walking into the kitchen.

"Just some coke please." Puck smiled. Rachel was pouring them both glasses and she asked "Sorry, I'm not really good with names. What's yours again?" Rachel handed him his pop.

"Puck."

"Seriously? Your mother named you Puck?" Rachel questioned.

"No. My names Noah Puckerman, Puck's for short." Puck laughed.

"Okay. So Noah, can you do me a favor?"

"You can't call me Noah." Puck stated.

"Yes I can. I will call you Noah, Dude, or Sam's friend. So it's your pick." Rachel responded.

"Fine."

"Normally Sam does this but I have to be at dance soon. I am having trouble breaking in my ballet slippers so could you take these and hit them on the wall? I'm not strong enough so Sam does it." Rachel handed him the slippers.

"Won't it ruin them?" Puck questioned.

"No. Hitting them helps them break in faster than dancing in them. If I dance my feet will be so sore." Rachel explained. Puck took the slippers and hit them against the wall twice. He handed them to Rachel and she sat at the island and started rolling them in her hands.

"Thank you." Rachel smiled.

"So, how did you like WMHS? Other than the whole Quinn thing." Puck asked.

"I actually really like it. I think I met the whole glee club! Everyone was really nice; it is also great seeing my best friend every day." Rachel smiled.

"So how are you and Satan friends? You both seem so different."

"Oh. Well we bond over dance and she brings out the fun side of me, and I bring out the more chill side of her. So we mix really well together." Rachel put her slippers in her pink bag. "How are you and Sam friends?" Rachel walked over and sat next to him at the island.

"Well we didn't talk until seventh grade, but then we did and he became my best friend. Other than his whole Avatar bullshit he's cool." Puck and Rachel both laughed. Some hair fell in Rachel's face and Puck pushed it out. She looked over at him with her smile slowly fading. He lifted his hand up and pointed her face to him. He was leaning in and Rachel closed her eyes. Puck kissed her slow and sweet, and then he started to fist his hand into her hair when a slam at the door scared them. Rachel got up and ran to the sink and started to put the cups in the dish washer.

"Hey man, sorry I caught up. Hey Rach, need me to brake in your shoes?" Sam asked.

"No, Noah did it. Thank you though." Rachel didn't turn around from the dishes her face was probably stained crimson. "Noah?" Sam mouthed to Puck. Puck shrugged and brought his cup over to Rachel and he discreetly touched her hip a little and smiled.

"Let's go." Sam said while grabbing Rachel's bag and the three of them went into the car.

It was after second hour and Rachel was at her locker getting her stuff for Biology together.

"Rachel Evans." Quinn Fabray walked up to her.

"Look, I didn't know that you were Sam's little sister. I am so freaking sorry, I sort-of spazzed out with I saw him laughing with you. I can get really insecure sometimes, and I wanted to say I hope we can be friends and I am really, really, really, sorry!" Quinn babbled. Sam and Puck walked over.

"It's okay Quinn, I forgive you. I'm going to hug you now." Rachel smiled and Quinn laughed. The girl's hugged and started to walk to bio.

"Holy shit. Your sister is so freaking smart!" Quinn pointed out to Sam.

"Yeah, I don't know how she is in advanced classes and I am dyslectic." Sam frowned and Quinn gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Wait, isn't she a sophomore?" Puck asked.

"No, she's a freshman." Sam replied.

"Yeah man. Rachel is in my geometry and she helps me with my homework!" Artie said.

"She's going to help me with Bio." Quinn commented.

"No. She needs to help me!" Sam got worried.

"She can help me and you at the same time. Puck do you want help too?" Quinn asked. Puck nodded his head. Normally he wouldn't care about his grades but he wanted an excuse to spend more time with Rachel.

"Okay everyone go to the Auditorium! We have an audition!" Mr. Shue rubbed his hands together.

They all sat and Rachel was in her ballet clothes for her audition.

The name on everybody's lips is gonna be... Roxie

The lady raking in the chips is gonna be... Roxie.

I'm gonna be a celebrity,

That means somebody everyone knows

They're gonna recognize my eyes,

My hair, my teeth, my boobs, my nose.

Rachel was walking around the stage singing.

From just some dumb mechanic's wife I'm gonna be... Roxie

Who says that murder's not an art.

And who in case she doesn't hang,

Can say she started with a bang.

Roxie Hart.

Boys from who knows where showed up in black dress shirts and black pants. They reenacted the scene from the movie Chicago.

Boys...

They're gonna wait outside in lines to get to see...

Roxie

Think of those autographs I'll sign, "Good luck to ya!"

Roxie

And I'll appear in a lavaleir that goes all the way down to my waist,

Here a ring, there a ring everywhere a ring a ling

But always in the best of taste.

The boys went in a line facing each other while two of them grabbed Rachel. She would walk into one hand to the other one.

Mmmm, I'm a star...

And the audience loves me,

And I love them.

And they love me for lovin' them

And I love them for lovin' me

She jumped off the last two boys into the arms of the rest of them. They gathered around her and put their hands on her legs and arms. She then leaned on one of the boy's back while they walked and then she did a flip into all the boys' arms again.

And we love each other

And thats 'cause none of us got enough love in our childhoods

And that's showbiz...

Kid

She's givin' up her humdrum life

I'm gonna be, sing it!

Roxie

The boys all gathered around behind Rachel and they did various dance moves.

She made a scandal and a start

And Sophie Tucker'll shit I know

To see her name get billed below

Rachel laid on the ground while all the boys walked from the front of the stage over to her.

Roxie Hart

Roxie (x6)

"Amazing. Simply amazing." Kurt rose from his seat clapping.

Rachel and Puck hadn't had the chance to talk this week. Friday Rachel flew out to New York for the last Spring Awakening show until next month for winter break.

All the boys (Finn, Puck, Artie, Mike and Matt.) were hanging out at Sam's house watching the game and eating pizza.

"Sam where is the unscented soap?" Rachel walked into the kitchen/living room area in tight black shorts with a pink tank top and pink knee high socks.

"I used it all on my cut last week." Sam replied.

"Can you run me to the store to get some?" Rachel asked.

"No. I am busy."

"Sam! Please! I really need it. Like now!" Rachel stomped her foot.

"No. Why do you need it so bad?" Sam asked.

"None of your business. Now please." Rachel clutched her left side. Sam got up and walked over to Rachel.

"Let me see." Sam said.

"What? No!" Rachel tried to back up.

"Damnit Rachel. Show me whatever it is so I can see if you need it." Sam toned his voice down. When Rachel wasn't expecting it he lifted up her shirt and saw.

"Oh my fucking god. Rachel Maria Evans! You are in so much trouble! Go up to your room!" Sam yelled.

"No. Take me to a damn store!" Rachel yelled back.

"No. Go upstairs right now young lady! You got the tattoo and know you have to deal with the pain!"

"God. You are so mean." Rachel ran away crying.

"She got a tattoo?" Artie asked.

"Yeah." Sam was fuming with rage.

"Why are you mad?" Finn asked.

"Because my fucking little sister got a tattoo that she will regret one day!" Sam yelled. "Sorry, can we just watch the game."

Puck was wondering what her tattoo was. Maybe some girly shit like a butterfly or a unicorn. Or something badass like a Bob Marley quote or something.

Santana ran into the house with soap.

"Here you go baby. Let me take a picture!" Santana said. All of the boys looked over to the girl's at the breakfast table. Rachel lifted up her shirt and a little beneath her left breast said "Shadows bring the starlight" on her ribcage. Fucking hot, Puck thought.

Santana and Rachel washed her tattoo and then Santana did something surprising. Santana lifted up her shirt and on her hip she had a little blue bird with the words "Nothing will stop me from flying." In loopy handwriting.

"Where did you get them done?" Finn asked the girls.

"A little place in the Village." Santana replied and walked over to him and gave him a big kiss. Rachel went up to her room to grab a movie to watch in the basement with Santana.

"Hey." Puck was leaning against the doorframe.

"Oh hi!" Rachel smiled. Puck eyed her i-phone and he grabbed it.

"I put my number in and texted myself so now I have yours. Maybe we could talk sometime or shit like that." He rubbed the back of his head.

"Okay." Rachel looked up at him.

"So can you help me with Bio tomorrow?" Puck asked.

"Sure, meet me in the library during lunch." Rachel smiled

"Dude what the fuck are you doing?" Sam looked at Puck questioningly.

"Asking little Evans for some help in Bio." Puck walked out of her room.

See you tomorrow (; - Puck.

Rachel laughed at the contact name: Puckzilla. Rachel wondered what her name was in his phone.

Sophomores (10th grade/ 2nd year in high school): Sam, Puck, Quinn, Artie, Finn, Matt, and Mercedes.

Freshmen (9th grade/ 1st year in high school): Rachel, Tina, Santana, Brittany, Mike, and Kurt.

PREVIEW:

"Really? Little Evans?"

"Yeah. Your last name is Evans and you're little."

"I'm not little! I am petite!"