Disclaimer: Do not own Glee. Heard about Veelas from Harry Poter Fanfiction. I apologize to any true fans if I have completely botched J.K. Rowling's creation.

The Secret Life of an American Veela

Puck lay in bed, looking at the drywall ceiling. His thoughts flew to the one person he wanted in his bed with him. The last person he had been in a bed with - Rachel Berry. She invited him over to her place and made out with him. It was all he ever wanted. But even in such a heaven as kissing Berry's lips, he couldn't get the last time he had kissed her out of his mind. She had used him to get to Finn. She was using him again, to get back at Finn. He was always being used by her to get to Finn. He knew there was a spark there, he could feel it everytime they touched or shared body heat. It was her head. It was so filled to the brim, overflowing even, with infatuation for her dream guy, this imaginary personality she attached to Finn. He couldn't let her hurt him again. So, he left. He saw the couple's iciness the next few weeks. They had broken up, again. Finn lost another girl, because of him. He sighed. This cycle needed to stop. That had been winter break. Second semester was starting, and Puck made a decision. Those two were going to get back together. Because of him. He suggested dates; he befriended Finn again. Everything was working out between the two of them. He should be happy. He wasn't.

School ended for the summer. Plans after graduation flooded everyone's mind. It was all anyone could talk about. Puck kept mostly to himself; his pool business was flourishing. It was the nights, and the dreams during those nights, that tourtered him. He felt antsy, restless. It was as if something big was coming, and usually he woke up in a sweat. The night before his birthday was the worst yet. He tossed and turn, pain seeping into every muscle. His sheets were soaked when he woke up. There was a sudden scattering of small black feathers throughout his room. He shrugged, figuring it was some kind of joke by his little sister, Becca. He walked up the stairs to grab some breakfast. His ma and sis were eating cereal at the table.

"Hey Ma." He turned to the counter, back facing the table to grab a bowl and milk.

"Noah, how did you sleep last night. Happy Bir-" she stopped mid speech. He heard a slight gasp from the table. "Becca, go up to your room, I need to speak to Noah." He heard her scrape the chair across the floor as she stood.

Puck finished making his breakfast. He turned and sat down at the table. Sleep tried to drag his eyes closed as he lazily gazed at his mom. "What is it, Ma?"

"Noah, boy, you need to know something. You know what Veelas are?" Her eyes seemed to prepare to well up for a tearfest. Her expression made Puck sit up a bit more.

"Yeah, those are those like birdy guys who live in forests, right. They can look human and usually take a human mate for like eternity, right? Can you imagine being so pussy-whipped for .. forever?" He chuckled a bit.

"Your father was one." She let the silence engulf the conversation, hoping the information would lead him to the correct conclusion.

Puck's eyes grew. "What?" His voice unconsciously raised in tone and volume. "But he fuckin skipped out on us. Veelas are like attached or something!"

"Oh, Noah. I should've said your birth father. He died right before you were born. The man that is Becca's birth father wasn't a Veela." Her eyes turned sad, downcast at her unfinished breakfast.

Puck couldn't speak. He was a statue of shock. He was half-veela. What did that even mean? "So, what the hell happens now? Am I like going to die if I don't find some rando human girl?"

"Noah, you will die if you don't find your perfect mate in a year. It seems you officially are veela since you got your wings in last night. Your shirt has holes in the back, where they ripped through it. Otherwise, it wouldn't have mattered. That's why I didn't tell you."

The feathers suddenly made since. Wings? What a freak. He definitely did not need anyone else to find out about this. His rep would be ruined. "How do I control them?" He aimed his dejected voice at his balled fists in front of him.

"Well, they only came out on your father when he was angry or..." he looked at his mom, " excited," she raised her eyebrows in a rare moment. His questioning look made her roll her eyes. "If you know what I mean. It's called peacocking."

Excited, ahhh... He knew what she meant. He nodded solmenly. He swallowed, asking the next question that came to mind. "Can I skip out from school then?" He smirked.

"No, of course not! How do expect to find your mate! She could be one of your classmates! Remember you only have a year."

A year. Til graduation, essentially. Puck felt heavy all of a sudden. Without this mate, it wouldn't even matter if he applied to college or got a job. He would be gone anyway. This mate search was a perfect reason for not doing any after-graduation planning. One less thing to think about.

"How will I know if I find her?" He looked once more at his ma. His ma who hid this from him, for good reason. His ma who lost the love of her life. His ma who fell in love with a monster. A monster he now became.

"Your birth father always told me that he could just feel me. Or smell me. Something to do with phermones. Don't worry, Noah. You will firgure it out, sweet." His ma only called him sweet, when she knew he was down.

"Thanks ma. I gotta go think." He left without even a bite of his breakfast. He lost his appetite.

With a month until school started, Puck had a lot of time to think. He realized after two days that he couldn't work in the pool cleaning business because of the smell. Everything was stronger now. His pecs, his smell, hearing, and even his eyesight. He tried to work in a meat packing place, but the smell was still too much. He settled on leafblower. Fall was coming, and the city would need an army to keep the crunchy confetti off the sidewalk. The loud blaring from the instrument allowed Puck to drown out any of the other sounds around him. It was peace and quiet for a few hours a day. It didn't pay as well as the pool cleaning nor did it have the same benefits (read: cougars), but it still paid enough for his family.

The night before school started, he couldn't sleep. He knew walking into school he would be assaulted with smells and sounds previously unfamiliar. And most importantly, he would hopefully find his endgame girl. Future wifey. There was no way, if this girl was as perfect as his Veela side was making him believe she was, that she was not going to get away without a ring. Forever means forever. He just hoped and prayed to God that this girl didn't already know him. Just because his phermones might react to her, doesn't mean she's going to instantly fall for him. If she knew him personally or even just by his reputation, then he's already made a bad impression. Or, even worse, what if he's already dated her! Then he knew she wouldn't want to be with him. All the girls he's been with turned him down. Most for Finn, but either way, it was clear no girl wanted him, if they already had gotten a taste. Feeling even more hopeless than before, he settled down into bed, waiting for the sun to rise.

So far so good. Three periods down. He didn't feel much different than he had once he turned Veela. There wan't some uncontrollable urge to find some girl and take her right then and there. He did have this vague sweet smell waft through the halls every now and then, but it wasn't strong enough to chase down. It was nice, and somehow it made Puck feel less empty. So far, he hadn't told anyone his secret, but it was pretty obvious the general female population noticed. Normally, he could have pratically any girl he wanted, but walking in the halls became almost dangerous. Girls left and right approached him, propositioning him. Meet up after school, hang out under the bleechers, see him in the girl's bathroom, etc. It was clear what they wanted, and it was clear he didn't.

Finally, it came time for glee club. He was excited to just relax. Most girls in glee either had boyfriends/girlfriends or he had already dated them. As soon as he stepped into the room where almost everyone was sitting, he could smell it. The sugary/fruity scent that had been hovering all day. It was there in the room. His heart raced at the thought that this sweet temptation was so close to him. Puck put on his best, "Devil-may-care" face and sat in the back. Oh yeah, she was there. The smell awoke the Veela in him.

MATE. HERE. Yes, yes, I know. He told it.

WHERE? Thankfully, it was mostly subdued, but it was still excited and demanding. In this room, don't worry. Play it cool. He schooled himself. He was never the best at self-control, but to protect and care for his mate, he would do anything. Even wait.

The students quickly got pulled into a group number, and every time he got close to the enticement, she moved or someone stood in front of him. It was like placing chess with five different people moving the pieces. His Veela quickly got frustrated, but he told it to wait til everyone leaves. Then he could track her scent.

The assignent for the week was Heartbreak. Puck could see out of the corner of his eye Finn sitting with Rachel. His arm was around her, and it brought back all those feelings of jealousy he always felt, knowing he was second best in Rachel's eyes.

She was the only girl who ever really broke his heart. And he didn't even get in her pants. Come to think of it, she was the only girl he dated who didn't give it up. Maybe it was because she was a virgin, holding herself out for her number one. The thought made him and his Veela even more depressed. The hope of finding his mate bouyed him up once glee ended. He closed his eyes, letting his nose take over. She left through the left door. He jumped out and raced that way.

Walking down the hall, he saw Santana and Quinn by the lockers. He held his breath. He really didn't want to go down either of those avenues again. Both were better friends than girlfriends. But neither had the sickly sweet scent wafting from them. He smirked slightly, nodding his head in hello at the girls. Quinn smiled back. Santana rolled her eyes.

He continued down. Finn was infront of him, walking with Berry. They were holding hands. For some reason, it made his Veela so angry, he almost wing-ed out. He took deep breaths to calm himself. Basking in the scent once more. Finn stopped to drop Rachel off at her locker. Puck was about to continue down the hallway when he realized the scent was gone. He stepped backward until he was across the hall from Rachel. Finn finally walked away from her. It was her, Rachel. She was his mate, he knew it! He also knew she was with Finn. Something he helped make happen! Puck punched the lockers, scaring the freshman next to him. Oh he was such an idiot. What was he going to do? He shoved Jacob Ben Isreal against the wall to appease his violently upsent Veela.

After a few moments of wallowing in the hopelessness, Puck realized his first step in getting his Rachel was to make her get over Finn. Not just break them up. Make her head realize everything is just pretend for the two. He was going to need help. But for today, he was going to bask in her scent as much as he could, without looking creepy, of course. He followed ten steps behind her to every class, waiting outside the door during. When she went to the bathroom, he was in misery. Then he remembered something Rachel had said to him. They made a name for us, Puckleberry. Who was "them?" He had to find out who else wanted him to get back with Rachel. Who would she listen to? Kurt, obviously. Maybe Santana, but only out of fear. Santana would do anything for Brit. So far three potential comrades in this mission. Only, how do get Kurt involved. Maybe I could give him some of my feathers for his fashion thing? Oh, well..

Walking down the hallway, Puck finally saw Kurt at his locker. "How much do you know about Puckleberry?" He asked the smaller guy, leaning on the lockers next to him.

Kurt turned to Puck slowly, with a quizzical expression. "Puckleberry, well it was a cute nickname glee made for you and Rachel, like Sophmore year. Why?" A small half-smile appeared on Kurt's countance.

"I've been doing some thinking and I'm curious as to who made up the name. It seems kinda punk-ass to me, but hey if someone thinks Berry can do better than Finn, then you know I'm all in." Puck's heart began to race as he remembered threatening Kurt if he ever mentioned the Barbravention idea was his. Suddenly it seemed as if Kurt knew too much. He could always pretend to help and go to Finn to warn him about Puck's ideas.

"Oh!" Kurt gave a tiny screech. "You want Puckleberry to happen again?" He almost said too loud.

"Shhhh, I don't want Berry to think anything like that. No, I'm just curious if you think her and Finn are best together. You are his bro now."

"Ohhh... ok. I get it. You don't want to ping pong her between you two. Got it. Well," Kurt heavily sighed, "I get that at one point they made each other happy." He held up his hand to hide his mouth from the rest of the hallway. Puck just rolled his eyes. "But, right now and in the future, Finnchel is going to have problems. Everyone knows Finn wants to stay here and Rach wants first and foremost to leave to NY. That part just doesn't make sense." He put his hand down. "I just want them both to be genuinely happy." He smiled. "So, what did you have in mind, because I am so helping you!" Kurt gave another happy little squeel. Puck rolled his eyes again.

"I'm still working on a plan. I just know it has to be her idea. You can't just walk up and tell her what to do." He looked pointedly at Kurt. "And we made need more than just you and me on this. Who else was a supporter of the nickname?"

Kurt counted off his fingers, "Britt, Santana, only because of Britt, Blaine, probably because of me, and supprisingly Quinn. Mercedes, Tina, and Mike always believe in Finnchel." He shrugged. "What can you do?"

"Well, there's no way Berry will take to anything Quinn says, even if they have gotten friendly over the years. Quinn is still a sore spot for Finnoccence, Berry, and I. Britt may have some ideas. Let her know the plan, ok?" He made to move down the hallway since Berry was done getting her books.

"Ok, but Puck, I need to ask you something very VERY important." He paused, grabbing Puck's forearm. "You aren't going to hurt her, are you? I mean use this as some kind of game? She's been hurt enough by the boys at this school."

Puck's inner Veela was getting on edge, seeing his mate walking away from him and the insinuation that Puck wouldn't be faithful. Puck debated telling Kurt, but figured it would only make the guy a stronger ally. "Kurt, I'm part Veela." Kurt gasped. "Rachel is my mate, and it would literally kill me to hurt her." He gave a slight growl at even the thought. It must have convinced him, because he dropped his arm.

"So after Phase One is complete, what are you going to do about Phase Two?"

Confused, Puck asked, "Phase One?"

"First, we get her to realize her unhealthy dependance on my step-brother's affections. Two, we get her to realize your undying love for her." He smiled fully now, proud of his mini-plan.

Puck sighed, "Yeah, whatevs. I gotta go." Kurt nodded, but he had his planning face on. Puck smiled. A strong ally indeed.

A/N: Does Kurt's reasoning make sense to everyone? Also, probably going to be changing to Rachel's perspective soon..