Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or White Houses.
Note: Last introductory chapter, and, of course, it's Puck. Although in this, he's referred to as Noah.
Now we're spinning empty bottles, it's the five of us
You might call me a bad boy.
You might call me a liar or a thief.
Heck, you might even call me a rebellious shithead.
But I'm here to set the record straight: I am none of those things.
I, Noah Puckerman, was falsely accused of committing various crimes. I swear to God, I didn't do any of the things they said I did. But did the justice system believe me? Of course they didn't. So I ended up in jail for a few years. And let me tell you, it was real messed up in there. They didn't serve any kosher meals, and they treated you like you were less than human, like you were a literal pile of shit.
It's the worst feeling in the world.
I tried to be good, you know, see if I could get off early on good behavior. I didn't get mixed up in any drug deals or get any of those prison tattoos or anything like that. I didn't talk much to the other prisoners in my ward and never made eye contact with the most dangerous ones.
Especially after one of them tried to make me his prison bitch.
But let me tell you, I wasn't having any of that. Not Noah Puckerman. He doesn't stand for that crap, especially after his father molested and raped his little sister.
And really, that's why I'm in jail. I was trying to get little Sara out of that situation, try to get her to safety and all that, and I got in a fight with my father, who blamed the whole thing on me. They did a rape test or whatever, but of course my father and I have the same DNA. It was his word against mine, and Sara wasn't 'competent to stand trial', so I got blamed.
God, I thought I'd never get out of that place.
But they did another trial thing, and Sara named our father as the guy who did those things to her, and said I was only trying to be a good big brother and save her. They let me go after that. The day I left jail, my father arrived.
I never want to see that son of a bitch again.
Little Sara lives with our aunt and uncle now. I'm not allowed to have custody of her until I'm 25, and I'm 22 now, so it's only a few more years. God, she'll be 13 by then. Am I gonna be able to handle raising a teenage girl, especially one who's my sister? I don't care, I'll do it. She's my baby sister, and it's my job to protect her from the bad guys in this world. Abusive dads, crappy boyfriends, I have to protect her from them. I love her, you know? I mean, yeah, there's an age gap, but I love her nonetheless.
So, I came here to New York, moving from our home in Iowa. New York is a pretty cool place, and I got to rent a cheap apartment. I have roommates, but it's kind of like college, which I missed no thanks to the man I used to call my father. Maybe I'll sign up for some classes or something. I don't know, maybe I can go into criminal justice, bust guys like my dad who abuse their kids.
I was the second one to arrive in the house. "Hey, anyone around?" I called up the stairs that led to the bedrooms.
"Be down in a second," a soft voice called back. Cool, so I'd be rooming with some chicks. If there was any justice left in this world, they'd be hot, and I'd get some action. I set my bag down and looked around the living room and tiny kitchen. This was a pretty cool place to live, downtown and away from the snobs on Park Avenue. I heard footsteps descending the stairs and turned around. A blonde girl with a scarred face came into view.
Swear to God, she took my breath away.
Despite the fact that her face was a mess of scars—burn victim?—she was still undeniably hot, with a slamming body to match. Her eyes were a piercing green, something I'd never seen before.
I wanted her so bad, like I'd never wanted any girl before.
She caught me staring at her. "Hi, I'm Quinn."
Quinn. Man, even her name was beautiful. "Uh, hey, I'm Noah."
"Noah." Her voice was soft and lilting. The way she said my name nearly made me get hard, it was that sexy. "Well, it's nice to meet you."
"Yeah, you too. So, we the first ones here?"
"Yes. There are three others coming later today. Here, I'll show you your room." I swallowed and followed her up the rickety stairs to the second level, where there were two bedrooms, one with two beds and the other with three beds, and a bathroom. "This is your room," she pointed at the one with the two beds. I guessed that meant I was rooming with another dude. Again, kind of like college, but at least there was a hot-ass girl right down the hall. And who knew, maybe the other two girls would be hot, too. Noah Puckerman could have a lot of fun in New York City, and he didn't even need to go down to one of those seedy strip clubs, because the hottest ticket in town was right freaking here.
"Cool," I nodded, trying to play it like no sweat in front of her. I unpacked what little things I had and she went downstairs to greet the next person to arrive, an Asian chick named Tina who was pretty hot, but not as hot as Quinn. I chilled on my bed and a couple hours later a guy named Kurt showed up. He said straight off the bat that he was gay—as if I couldn't tell by the way he dressed or talked—but that was cool with me, as long as he didn't try to do anything to me while I was sleeping or spy on me in the shower or anything like that. Besides, I wouldn't have to worry about him trying to steal Quinn's heart from me. I was determined to sleep with her by the end of the summer.
Then again, maybe she was special enough to actually have a real relationship with instead of just be a friends-with-benefits thing, like I had in high school.
The last chick to arrive was a super-annoying short girl named Rachel who announced to anyone who would listen that she was, in fact, a star. I took that as my cue to ask Quinn to go grab some food with me down at the grocery store on the corner.
And the stars must've been aligned with me, because she agreed.
We didn't talk much on our food run, but that didn't matter. I was in one of the most badass cities in America was a smoking hot girl and I was living with her.
Hey, maybe this was the path I was meant to take.
And maybe I'm down with that.
To be continued.