Glee doesn't belong to me, if it did it would never EVER go on break.

AN: So this is my first shot at a Glee fic. This story is A/U and set in the 1920's.

Captivating.

The only word that could ever sum up a broad like this one.

Scratch that.

Enchanting.

Mezmerizing

Stunning.

Yeah, all those things.

The name's Noah Pukerman, but you call me Noah and you'll get punched right in the kisser see?

Puck's the name and charm is my game.

By charm I mean the 'have my way with any woman I want' – game.

Oh yeah, this one would be....a *snap*.

Throw her one of my trademark grins and she's putty, just like the rest of them girls.

Puck's plan for the night HAD been to walk in and tell Santana, his 'regular you know what', that she needed to take a break and subsequently take her in the back alley and do the deed.

BUT.

That was before he saw HER, looking a bit lost in the dark smokey atmosphere of Tony's Bar, the dim lights and the raucous noise all seemed to fade away as he sat in his usual booth and stared boldly at her.

I'd be glad to help her find her way. He thought to himself as he took off his fedora and suit coat, laying them on the table.

He started to walk over to the bar, thinking he would casually sit in the bar stool next to her, but no.

She walked away!

She stepped up to the single microphone on the small stage off in the corner, the crowd grew quiet as they turned to look at the lovely brunette in the white dress, a bright red feather, the same color as her lips, sticking out of her hair. A dash of color in the stark browns and greys of the room.

The piano started up in some jaunty tune or other.

Then.

She sang.

Super short, this is just an experiment, a foray rather into the world Glee fiction. Let me know what you think of it!