Okay, ladies and gents. This is my first stab at writing a fanfiction for the greatest television series ever created. GLEE! And I'm not just talking about how I feel when I watch it every Wednesday night. This story is a PuckOC. Why, you may ask. Because I like the guy's mohawk and, after hearing him sing in Acafellas, fallen madly in love with his sexy as can be voice. And while I do love the occasional PuckRachel story I just couldn't resist tossing my own character into the mix. So hear it is. I own nothing because if I did you would be seeing Puck in every scene, shirtless, serenading me. ;) I do however own Leigha & Kylie (whom you will meet later) & any other lovely little character you don't recognize. So that means if you try and steal them (quoting Mercedes hear) "I WILL cut you". Enjoy.

Chapter One – Diet Coke & White Dresses Equal Disaster

The first time Noah Puckerman noticed Leigha Haynes, she was drenched in Diet Coke.

Puck was sitting at the same table he sat at every day with a bunch of the guys from the football team and some of the Cheerios. He had a tray loaded up with food and was eating away, not paying much attention to what everyone around him was talking about. He never really listened to what went on at lunch. It was usually drama from the girls and talk of who hooked up over the weekend from the guys. Usually, he would talk with Finn if he was around but today he was MIA. So today Puck was quiet. That didn't however mean that everyone around him was. Quinn Fabray and her cronies were sitting next to him, gossiping about whomever they saw fit.

"Oh my God, do you see what she's wearing?" Quinn scoffed loud enough for everyone around her to hear over the dull roar of the cafeteria.

"I know," her right hand woman, Santana, quipped with a pretentious smile. "She looks like her mother dressed her."

All the Cheerios followed their leader as she let out a condescending laugh. Puck looked up from his food with a bit of curiosity. He followed their gazes to see who their target of the day was. It was safe to say he was surprised when he saw the girl they were talking about. Normally, it was some geeky girl or Goth chick who suffered their criticism. Today, it was a pretty girl in a white sundress. She was easily as pretty as Quinn or any of the other Cheerios so he couldn't see what they were getting at.

"That outfit's so lame," Rhea, the freshman trying to desperately stay on Quinn's good side, added with a smirk.

Puck rolled his eyes. Sometimes the Cheerios were a little bitchier than necessary. Especially today it seemed. The girl that was on the receiving end of the day's taunting had gotten up from her table and passing their own when Quinn stuck her leg out, stopping her. Her eyes narrowed as she looked over at the blonde girl blocking her way. Quinn just smiled contemptuously and said, "Sorry but you need to be properly dressed to pass."

"You mean dressed like a slut?" she responded in an equally biting tone. "Sorry but I'd rather not."

"Are you calling me a slut?" she challenged, the smirk dropping from her face.

"The fact that you have to ask is a bit concerning to me. How exactly have you managed to make it this far in school?" Quinn scowled and mumbled some harsh words. That didn't stop this girl. "You know, if you want to promote the celibate image you probably shouldn't dress so trampy."

That pushed Quinn to the edge and gave her a swift kick to send her tumbling over. Just like that she stood up as did every one of the Cheerios around her and for a minute or so the two girls seemed to simply be sizing each other up. Then, Quinn grabbed her soda from the table and threw it right in the girl's face. She froze where she stood as the Diet Coke seeped into her clothing. And then she was gone. She weaved her way out of the cafeteria as quickly as humanly possible. All the Cheerios laughed as they watched her go before returning to their conversations. Puck let out a small chuckle as he watched her fly out the cafeteria doors and immediately felt a guilty pang in his gut, a completely foreign concept to him. He never felt guilty about anything he did, let alone things other people did. It was even odder to him when he found himself standing and picking up the backpack that the girl had dropped after being drenched. With a bit of hesitance, he followed the path she'd taken out of the cafeteria.

It wasn't very hard to figure out which way she had gone. All Puck had to do was follow the trail of Diet Coke on the floor. It eventually led him to the girl's bathroom where he stopped. This could be a bit of a problem. He stood there and contemplated for a moment if it was worth it. His conscience ended up winning the battle and he glanced around the hallway before entering the bathroom. He was instantly caught off guard by the sight before him. The girl was standing next to the row of sinks in nothing more than her underwear as she pulled on a pair of gym shorts. She didn't notice him until she stood back up and when she did let out a small gasp. A look of shock briefly crossed her face before her eyes narrowed into a glare.

"I realize you and your Neanderthal friends seem to be illiterate but I would think you'd be able to tell the difference between the boys and girls bathrooms." She put her hands on her hips, not even bothering to cover her chest up. That proved to be distracting for him. She had a figure that many girls would pay a lot of money for. Her eyes narrowed more as his gaze wandered down to the simple white material of her bra. She snapped her fingers saying, "My face is up here, bud."

Puck snapped his attention back up to her face, pushing out every little fantasy that had suddenly popped into his head away. He held up the backpack she had dropped and managed to say, "You forgot this in the cafeteria."

She took the backpack from his outstretched hand, her glare wavering for a moment. She mumbled a brief "thanks" and set the bag next to her freshly stained dress which was laid out on the counter between sinks. She turned away from him, pulling a black tank top over her head. When she looked over and saw that Puck still hadn't left, she told him, "The door's that way if you're confused."

"I know where the door is," he said a bit defensively. The two of them stared each other down for a minute or so before he caved and looked down at the floor. Running a hand over his Mohawk, he said, "I'm sorry about what Quinn did back in the cafeteria."

"Yeah, well, so am I. Do you know how hard it is to get that much Diet Coke out a white dress without any seltzer or Oxi-Clean?" He just looked at her blankly. "Never mind."

"I'm, uh, I'm Puck," he said, holding his hand out to her sheepishly.

She looked at him skeptically for a minute before shaking his hand. "I'm Leigha. And seriously? You need to get out of here before someone with boundaries comes in and flips over their being a boy in the girl's bathroom."

"Right." With that Puck turned and quickly left the girls room, feeling the most confused he'd been since he took Chemistry the year before.

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