Made a mistake on the last chapter, it's actually Sam/Mercedes, which was one of my favorite pairings ever.

"Who's that girl with Puckerman?"

Kurt stood up in his seat at Mercedes words, forcing Blaine to push him back into his seat so they wouldn't be caught looking, because even though they were all kind of sort of friends Puck would still most likely still pulverize them for spying on him.

"I've never seen her before, how have I never seen her before, and what is she wearing?" he asked Blaine who shrugged and smiled down at his food.

"Looks like a tie dye dress and one of those wrap around the head headband, I kind of like it." Blaine said, shrugging as he watched the girl tare her sandwich into tiny pieces.

"She looks like a hippie," Kurt told him, while Mercedes rolled her eyes at her sort of kind of best friend. "I kind of like it," the girl disagreed with a shrug.

"You would wear that?" Blaine asked, raising one of his thick brows.

"No, but that's not the point, I am me and she is her, and I think it's cool she's comfortable to wear whatever she likes, I'm surprised you don't like the rainbow Kurt," she said slyly, winking at him.

"I like the rainbow," Blaine said, shrugging.

"I like tasting the rainbow that's about it," Kurt replied, adjusting Blaine's purple bow tie affectionately.

"Shouldn't we warn that poor girl about Pucks uh…reputation?" Mercedes said, looking at her with a half worried half curious expression on her pretty face, but this was said in vain because the two boys had just started talking about what kind of fabric Kurt should get for his new bed sheets, until she noticed that her blonde haired boyfriend was sitting across from her and watching the two across the courtyard as well.

"I don't know," he admitted. "He seems to like her." And Mercedes, who hadn't taker her eyes off of them, had to agree.

When Puck walked into Glee club that day he found himself met with the whole group staring at him with oddly happy go lucky expressions on their faces, even Mr. Schue looked like he was about to break out into a round off giggles.

"Why do you all look like Coach Sylvester died?"

Mr. Schue rolled his eyes, but the smile kept on his face. "So I hear there's a special lady in your life now, Puck." The teacher said as Puck slouched down handsomely in his usual seat.

"You mean Scout?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and rubbing a hand over his silky Mohawk.

"If that's Miss Hippie's name then sure," Kurt said from the back row.

"She's not a hippie. She a nice person, and she's my friend." He said the words roughly, defensively, narrowing his hazel eyes and glaring at Tina who was sitting innocently next to him as if she had said something mean and or cruel about his friend. "Scout is special, she's not like everyone else, she understands things." He crossed his arms over his masculine chest and looked at the teacher impatiently.

"How do you know she's special? I have Honors Ancient History with her, she doesn't even talk." Mike said quietly from the back row, he was one to talk, when the hell did he do anything but dance anyways?

"It's not how much she says that matters it what she says that does," Noah said, which was poetic for him.

Mr. Schue raised an eyebrow, that slow attractive smile taking place. "Well, we'd like to meet her someday if she's so special," Noah just shrugged and tried to look indifferent about the whole thing, but they all saw the flash of excitement in his eyes that came and stayed for the briefest of moments.

"Is her name really Scout?" Kurt asked curiously.

"It's her last name." was all he said, a small smile slipping onto his pink lips.

"So what's her full name?" Santana asked, rolling her eyes impatiently. "Or is she such a freak she can't have one?"

"Shut up, Santana, she has a beautiful name. Faye Juniper." He smirked, nodding the slightest bit. "It's totally rad, isn't it?"

"Sounds kind of like a stripper," Santana commented.

"Well then you can use it for your stage name for when you apply," Puck said calmly, sharing the darkest of smiles with the wall across from him. Santana rolled her eyes in annoyance and muttered a smart ass comment to Britney who giggled furiously.

"Who's her stylist anyways? The Muppets or The cast of SpongeBob?"

"Will you shut up? Who dressed you, Pretty Women or just the nearest whore on the corner?"

"Hey hey play it nice," Mr. Schue said, ruffling threw his lyric sheets.

"Well then don't let her talk shit about Scout and get upset when I give it back to her, Scout is the sweetest and most innocent person I've ever met in my life, she's to kind to defend herself against someone as hatful as Santana."

"I'm not hatful, I'm totally accepting, I just keep it real and that girl looks like she just walked off Sesame Street," Santana said with her usual delicious flare.

"She doesn't need to dress like a tramp to be beautiful, unlike some people." He said, sending her a dark look.

"You used to tap this," She reminded him.

"Regretfully, yes," he agreed, rolling his eyes.

"And I'm just being honest, that girl has things to work and she should be showing them off."

"Well Puck's girlfriend-"

"Friend."

"Pucks friend isn't the subject of Glee club, so let's move on, alright?" Mr. Schue said, and they all nodded as the teacher went on to tell them the focus of the week.

….

The thing was, Puck knew Scout was being bullied, he could tell in the way she carried herself, the way she tried to look invisible as she walked down a hallway, how she tried to hide her face and layer up her clothes so her true shape wouldn't show, that wounded expression she had on that he caught glimpses of before he would run up to start a conversation with her and she would put on her mask, he had even seen some bruises on her once or twice, very light and very small but still bruises, but the trouble was he never caught anyone in the act, when he was around no one paid the girl under his arm any attention but when he was gone she was free bait, she never said anything, he had once asked her and she had denied everything with a few words, he tried to get some help from Mr. Schue but since there was no proof of it and no one came forward and said they saw anything, nothing could be done.

He didn't know how long it had been going on for, or who it was, or what they said to her, but he wanted to know, he wanted to handle it for he because well…because she was too good for that. To kind, to pure hearted, she was a real tough ass though, he had to admit. One day, hell one comment from one person, and he had been throwing things across the room but she was strong, she held everything together and kept on her mask, didn't show her vulnerability.

But even the strongest things eventually break, so it wasn't a surprise when one day Rachel, Mercedes and a few other girls were in the bathroom in between classes did they see a someone with tons of black hair and a poorly designed outfit come running into the bathroom before slamming the nearest stall shut and starting to cry softly.

She shared a look with Mercedes and the two slowly approached the stall. "Scout, is that you?" Rachel asked softly.

"Yeah," the girl answered after a moment of composing herself.

"Well uh….this is Rachel and Mercedes," Rachel said, feeling nervous because for once she didn't know what to say to the girl behind the door that was winning over the bad boys heart more and more every day. "We're-

"Noah's friends from Glee," the girl interrupted, with a light sob. "I know."

"Right well...are you okay hun?" Mercedes asked.

"Yes," she answered, but she dissolved into loud sobs after that so they knew it was a lie. "I'm fine. Just go, please." She insisted, choking on tears.

"Do you want us to get Puck?" Mercedes asked. "Maybe he can-"

"No! No, it's fine. I'm okay." The girl said hastily, her voice broken and desperate.

"Scout-"

"Please don't get Noah. I'm okay." She pleated, she said this all while crying and letting out sobs she was attempting to silence. They heard her slid down the wall of the stall and Mercedes bended down to see her legs and worn black converse, the final bell rang and the two shared a look.

"We uh, have to go honey, we hope you feel better."

"Yeah," she agreed.

"We'll see you soon,"

"Yeah," she whispered.

….

Puck found himself falling for the weird girl a little bit more every single day, it was little simple things that just left his breathless, though he would never admit it because that was just plain girly bullshit. Like the way she would wipe the crumbs off his shirt when they ate lunch together outside, or the way she would yank at the back of his sweatshirt when she wanted his attention instead of just saying his name. The girl was strange that way, she didn't seem exactly against talking, she just seemed to want avoid talking as much as possible.

Something else he figured out about the girl rather quickly was that she knew things, she knew who was doing what and why and where and with who, she listened to everything around her and compared it and put it together with other things she heard, she once told him it was often like a terrible cliché soap opera though it amused her enough to get her threw the day. At the moment he was sitting with her in the library, he had only been in here once before, with his ex-girlfriend Lauren, and the place was still just as awful and creepy as he remembered.

"This place is creepy!" he said to Scout.

"SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The librarian hissed and Puck jumped.

"What place hires witches to watch their books?"

Scout rolled her eyes. "Noah, for the love of god stop,"

"I'm just saying," the boy began, she placed a finger against his lips to silence him, he smirked against the smooth flesh and it only grew when she removed her hand. "Why where you crying the other day?"

"Excuse me?" she said, body stiffening up.

"Mercedes told me you were in the bathroom the other day crying. Did someone-"

"Noah stop," she said, facing him. "I won't deny I was a little upset last week, but it was nobody's problem but my own, and I don't want you to worry about it, alright?"

"But why where you-"

"Family problems, I promise." She said, giving him a soft smile, and because he wasn't that brightest, he let himself fall for her excuses.

Sam and Finn had their own encounter with Scout, just a few days later. The two were walking down the hallway, late for class, taking their time because well they really didn't want to go to Geometry and they were gonna get detention anyways, when suddenly they heard loud snickers and rounded the corner to come face to face with the scene that Puck had been trying to discover for the last few months. Scout was pushed up against a locker, staring down two guys in letterman jackets.

"What you gonna do shrimp, call your boyfriend, boo hoo hoo," the shorter one said, fake sobbing into his hands and making a complete ass of himself, and a stupid ass at that, what almost grown up teases someone like that. "Little freak, gonna call your boyfriend, he wouldn't come anyways, why does he give a fuck about you?"

"Noah's not my boyfriend," she whispered.

"Noah's not my boyfriend," the taller one sang in a loud preppy voice that sounded kind of like Britney. "Why the fuck would he be your boyfriend? You're the ugliest girl in this damn school, shit can't even see anything past that mop of fucked up hair." The girls head slowly turned down as she stared down at her shoes, shaking.

"Aw are you gonna cry," the shorter teased and the two Glee members saw indeed that her lips were trembling and she had tears brimming in the corners of her deep brown eyes.

"Leave her alone," Sam said, stepping forward, Finn following suite, even if she hadn't been Pucks love interest picking on a girl is just wrong. The two jocks turned to look at them, smirks crossing their dull features, Scout looked up at them too, eyes widening.

"Why should we?" the shorter one asked.

Finn shared a look with Sam. "Forget the threats man, I'm handling this and getting it over with now," Finn said, and with Sam following him they each grabbed one of the guys and punched them as hard as they could in the jaw, both of them fell on their asses looking ruffled and pissed off, Sam grabbed Scout and pushed her behind him so she wouldn't get hurt in case anything happened, but luckily with a few quick comments and glares Finn and Sam had the two running down the hallway, cussing darkly under there breaths. They both turned around then to see the girl rubbing her forearms that were littered with light forming bruises.

"Holy shit, did they do that?" Finn asked.

She nodded. "They just grabbed a little too hard. Problems with their girlfriends, I'm guessing."

"What?" Sam asked.

Scout looked at him, a smile slowly crossing her face. "You're Sam, right? The one who does all the funny impressions?"

"Yeah," Sam said slowly. "But I didn't know anyone liked my impressions."

"No one does," Finn said.

"I like them." She disagreed. "Your Dark Vador ones are great. And your Finn, Noah's best friend, you're as noble and kind as he always says you are," she said, smiling softly at him, and he couldn't help but smile back at her, when she smiled her whole face lit up with light and a natural prettiness that many girls in that school didn't have, you just didn't notice it when she was wearing that mask of indifference and blankness.

"Anything for a lady in need or whatever," he said, kindly.

"Well thank you to you both, and uh…do me a favor and don't tell Noah about this, it'll just upset him." And with that she walked away, ran down the hallway to the class that she was very late too.

Sam and Finn shared a look once again, the same thought crossing their minds. Should they tell Puck, or should they keep it a secret like Scout wanted them too?

So its your decision as to whether or not you all think Finn and Sam should tell Puck about what they saw.

Lots of Love,'

Sarah