A/N: I apologize for the delay. And because Dalonega Noquisi asked there is a little bit of a description of Aly in this chapter, but I'll give you a little more.
She's about 5'5", long auburn hair (with bangs) that hits about half way down her back, gray eyes. She's not super girlie, usually she dresses in Converse, jeans and humorous t-shirts.
"Aly, can you hang back for a second?" Shuester asked after the bells rings.
"Uh, sure. What can I do for you Mr. Shue?" She responded glancing at Puck who is standing, unmoving, in the doorway.
"I was impressed with the song you performed today, and I was wondering if you played any other instruments or could write for something other than the piano?"
"I play guitar too, which is pretty easy to write for; Finn tried to teach me the drums once," She laughs a little and looks at Puck, "but that didn't end well."
"She hit the snare twice before my fist hit his face," Puck explained when he sees the confusion on Shue's face. "Kid never could keep his hands to himself."
"And after last year you no longer have the right to point that out," then turning back to face the teacher, "I'd be more than happy to help out anytime you need some to play for glee, or if you needed something written. I may not know the drums real well, but Finn could help with that."
"Thank you, Aly, I'd appreciate it." Shuester nodded, then headed out the door not currently being blocked by Puck.
"Lunch?" Puck asked tilting his head in the direction of the cafeteria. She nodded, but he grabbed her arm to stop her when she started to head in the opposite direction. "Foods this way, Babe."
"I know, No'. I have to stop at my locker first to drop off some of these books, otherwise my shoulder is going to dislocate. I'll meet you there, save me a seat." Turning on her heel she took off toward her locker before he could respond. But when she turned the corner and her locker came in to view she spotted a blond Cheerio waiting for her.
"What can I do for you, Quinn?" she asked on a sigh as she turned the combination lock.
"I had his baby last spring." Quinn blurted out effectively stopping Aly in her tracks and causing her eyes to widen slightly, "Sorry, thats, I mean...What I meant was, if you two are such good friends, why have I never seen or heard about you? We had a baby last year, did he even tell you about that? He really could have used a friend, and if you really are that close, where were you?"
"You do not want to have this conversation with me, Quinn." Aly said carefully, returning to emptying her bag. Quinn made no move to leave or change topics, so she relented. "Fine. Yes, Quinn, of course I know about Beth. I knew about her before almost anyone else, and I was in the hospital when she was born." Quinn looked surprised and almost disbelieving, so Aly explained before she can be called a liar. "I was in Chicago on a school trip that I couldn't get out of, but I had taken to driving myself everywhere so that if you did go into labour early I wouldn't have to waste time getting here. Mike called me that second your water broke. I committed every traffic violation possible between Chicago and Lima, and I made it here in two hours. I was walking into the waiting room as the rest of the glee club was walking out. I saw her, I was with Puck when he signed away his rights, and I know how much it killed him to do it.
Taking a breath she pulled a photo from a pocket on the front of her bag and held it up for Quinn before continuing, "You lived with him for months, are you honestly telling me you've never seen me?" Quinn examined the children in the photo for a minute; a little girl with gray eyes and long auburn hair sitting on a piano bench with her arm around a little boy with a mohawk and a gap in his smile where his two front teeth should be, holding a tiny guitar.
"You're the little girl." Quinn whispered. "I always wondered."
"There are pictures of me all over the Puckerman house. You have seen me before. As for why you've never heard about me, well... Puck loves me, he always has, and I'm not saying this makes any sense, but he doesn't like to talk about me around people who have never met me because our relationship isn't something thats easily explained or understood. You kind of just have to see us together. Mike, Rachel, and Finn keep quiet about me because it's easier for Puck that way, though I'm surprise his mom or Becca never said anything about me while you were there.
" And you, of all people, do not get to tell me that I should have been there for him. I was there. Every. Time. Remember the day you called him a Lima Loser and told him that you would never let him anywhere near his child? He showed up on my doorstep that night, the same expression on his face as the day his dad left. The only reason I haven't bitch slapped you yet is because Mike says you've changed and I should give you a chance. You and I will never be friends, Quinn. It has nothing to do with the fact that you got pregnant, and everything to do with how you treated him afterward." With that Aly slammed her lock shut and began to walk away.
"Aly," Quinn called; she stopped but didn't turn around, "just a word of advice, wa-"
"Watch out for Santana. I know."
Aly finally made it to the cafeteria and spotted Puck at a table on the other side of the room with Mike, Tina, Artie and Brittany. She was weaving her way between the tables and had made it half way across the room when one of the larger football players grabbed her wrist and pulled her to a stop.
"Hey, New Girl. I just wanted to let you know I was available to show you around town sometime, if you know what I mean. Names Azimio." He said looking her up and down.
"You're Azimio?" Aly asked sweetly, pulling her wrist away and sizing up the kid sitting to Azimio's left, "That must mean you're Karofsky, right?"
"She's heard of us already," Azimio grinned at Karofsky, then turned back to her. "So what do you say, you need a tour guide?"
"Sorry boys," She smirked, using one hand to twist her long hair up onto her head as the other pulled the hood of her sweatshirt up so that the number 20 stitched along the edge was visible right above her face, "I'm already spoken for." Then she turned so that the Puckerman written across her back was in plain view, and sauntered the rest of the way across the room to the sound of the whole table of football players groaning.
"Damn, Puckerman works fast."