So this is my FIRST fan fic ever. I love Puckleberry so why not start with them? I don't consider myself much of a writer, but I really hope that you enjoy! And I would love feedback as well..even if it's constructive criticism!

"LOSER." Kirofski laughed after he tossed the ice cold shushie into the face of the Glee club leader.

Rachel sputtered and wiped the syrup out of her eyes. This was becoming an all too common occurrence at McKinley High School. Jocks were at the top of the social food chain. The AV nerds were at the bottom. But just barely above them- Glee Club. Despite having mild success in their competitions, the club still wasn't getting any respect from their fellow students.

Rachel Berry. She was their leader. The best voice. The most driven. The loudest, most annoying opinions and the diva attitude to back it up. Even though her "suggestions" were correct most of the time, she still wasn't getting the appreciation she thought she deserved from her fellow Glee-clubbers. And it was even worse from the rest of the students. Most saw her as the school freak. The girl who wore the short (hot) skirts with a kitty sweater and knee high socks. The girl who was so stuck up and annoying that she was tormented every day. But what keeps her going is her will to be a star. She had a wicked voice and knew that one day she would get out of Lima, Ohio.

But for now, she was the singing freak with purple shushie all over her face.

"Fuck you, Kirofski." Puck shouted, pushing the hockey player into the lockers. Puck was the bad boy of the school. He threw the nerds into the trash can, he hardly ever attended class, and...oh yeah, knocked up the president of the celibacy club. But oddly enough, Puck and Rachel had an interesting relationship. Maybe it was because they were both outcasts.

"Oh shut up. You used to do that all of the time before you joined Homo Explosion." Kirofski spat back. "Don't tell me you're going to stand up for the troll." He added, tossing the empty cup at Rachel.

"You're damn right I am. You're just pissed that your little pussy hockey team is so pathetic that even the band for the football games is getting more ass than you." Puck said as he pushed the jock away.

"This isn't over, Puck. Just wait until school gets out. I'll meet you in the parking lot." Kirofski challened before continuing to walk down the busy high school hallway.

Puck rolled his eyes as he watched the hockey player rumble down the hallway. But his attention quickly turned back to the slushie soaked girl behind him. "You alright, Berry?" He asked as he turned around.

"Just fine." Rachel said sarcastically as she continued to clean the extra slush off of her butterfly sweater.

"At least it was grape flavored. I know that's your favorite." Puck joked. Bad timing. Oh shit. She definitely didn't appreciate the light moment like he did in his head.

"Yeah, you're right Noah. I was hoping I would get a grape slushie throw in my face because, you know, it's my favorite. I love feeling my eyes stinging and my hair sticking together. But as long as it's grape-" Rachel started on one of her many MANY rants.

"Whoa, chill out Berry. I was just trying to get you to smile." Puck said, quickly stepping in for damage control. Not many people would spend this much time trying to help Rachel Berry. Well, Finn Hudson would. But that's because he's a pussy with absolutely no backbone. Or brain. The guy seriously thought he knocked up Quinn just by ejaculating into a hot tub. Yeah, like the sperm can just swim up her cooch in like a million gallons of boiling hot water. If anyone could do that shit, it would be Puck. Anyways, Finn and Rachel were dating. Puck never understood why Finn put up with her shit. She actually drove him crazy. He even had to put that lame relationship calender in his locker. But he guesses that Rachel does make him feel good. She has that effect. When she's passionate about something, she literally puts everything into it. Even relationships. Maybe even to the point where it's a fault.

"Do you need any help cleaning up? I mean, I know you're pretty good at it." Puck asked. He remembers the time he got slushied. He was "dating" Rachel Berry and didn't care who knew. The same hockey jerks had the balls to shushie him right there in the middle of the hallway. With a girl on his arm! Alright so it was Rachel, the biggest slushie target in the entire school. But still. It's the principle. A slushie attack shouldn't effect the people around the target. But Puck was glad she was there. She actually helped him clean up in the bathroom. She gently ran water across his mohawk and massaged the syrup out of his scalp. Did he mention that she was wearing a (hot) short skirt while doing that? A short skirt. A massage. How did he NOT jump on that chance?

"Thank you for the offer, but no thank you. I have a very efficient method now." Rachel said as she learned over to grab her books off the floor. (Do you even have to ASK if Puck tried to sneak a peek?) "I'll see you in rehearsals, Noah." She said as she walked down the hall and headed toward the girl's bathroom.

"My mom said she was going to make pigs in a blanket last night. But when I walked downstairs, all I saw were these weenies wrapped in bread. Or something like that. There wasn't even a blanket in sight." Brittany rambled. She does that a lot. She could possibly be the dumbest person in the entire world, but she was hott. So it didn't matter. Everyone knows that the hot ones should open their mouths for things other than talking.

"Ugh, seriously Berry?" Santana groaned as the tiny singer walked into the room. "Do you even OWN something that's not argyle or animal related? Your sweaters are hideous."

Rachel ignored the Cheerios commented as she walked up to her seat next to Finn.

"Are you seriously smiling at that?" Rachel asked, noticing a slight smirk from Finn.

"What? You do wear a lot of ugly sweaters." Finn said with a shrug.

"Thanks for the support." Rachel said, crossing her arms in front of her.

"Come on, Rach. Don't be like that. Just ignore her comments if they bother you." Finn encouraged. His pep talks were never really that inspiring.

"That's easy to say coming from someone who didn't spend ten minutes cleaning slushie out of their bra." Rachel muttered.

"Kirofski again?" Finn asked. Rachel only nodded her head in reply, obviously not wanting to talk about it. "I'm sorry, Rachel." He apologized, putting her arm around her shoulder and kissing her hair. Her grape flavored hair.

"Alright, everyone. Sorry for starting a little late. I had to take care of a few things." Mr. Shuester announced as she walked out of his office. "I've been working on new numbers and changing old ones. In order to beat Vocal Adrenaline, we can't hold anything back. And that's why, Santana, we're going to have to give your solo to Rachel."

"What? I finally get a solo and it's going to man-hands? She sings all of the solos!" The fiery hispanic protested.

"I'm sorry, Santana. Your voice is great. Really great. But Rachel is just better suited. You did an amazing job performing it in front of the school...but that's just it. It was our school. It wasn't a competition setting." Mr. Shuester explained, trying to diffuse the situation as much as possible.

"This is such bullshit.." Santana said under her breath. Surprisingly she didn't argue her point any further. And that worried Rachel. Santana and Rachel never had any sort of friendship at all. They hardly ever talked. Rachel didn't like her slutty ways, and Santana didn't like Rachel's annoying diva attitude. The hatred was mutual. Rachel knew that Santana must have been planning something to give up her solo that easily.

"With that said, we're going to move on to our next assignment. I'm going to pair everyone up. We've done a lot of pop songs, hip hop songs, and Broadway song. But I think it's time we had a more mature voice. So what I wanted the pairs to do is to find an adult contemporary song to perform for the rest of the club." Mr. Shuester explained as he grabbed the bowl off the piano. "I have everyone's names in here. I'm going to pull out two names and you can't change. No whining. No swapping."

"What if I get Kurt again?" Finn whispered to Rachel, who rolled her eyes in return.

"Your voices work well together." Rachel argued back.

"Santana and Quinn. Artie and Brittany. Kurt and Mike. Brittany and Finn. And Rachel and Puck." Mr. Shuester called out as he read the names on the pieces of paper. "So remember, you have three days to work on this assignment. Pick out a meaningful song, don't just google 'adult contemporary' and pick the first one that comes out. Put some thought into this."

After class, Rachel ran after Puck as he walked down the hall. He was always the first one out. "Noah! Noah, we need to figure out a time to work on our assignment!" Rachel called out as she caught up with him.

"We have three days, babe. Why are you so worried about it right now? We only got the assignment an hour ago." Puck said, continuing to walk down the hallway.

"Three days isn't that long, Noah." Rachel said, rolling her eyes as his procrastinating attitude.

"Alright alright, when do you want to work on it?" Puck asked as he walked through the doors to go out into the parking lot. Surprisingly, he held the door open for Rachel to pass through. Normally this wouldn't be something Rachel would notice since, well, she deserves to have many doors open for her. She dreams that as night. But sometimes she notices when Puck shows that he has the ability to be a gentleman.

"Tomorrow night. I have dance practice right after school, but I can come over right after that. Say 9?" Rachel said.

"Alright, whatever." Puck said with a shrug. But he suddenly stopped in the middle of the parking lot. "Dammit!" He yelled, throwing his bag on the ground. All four tires of his truck was flat.

"Oh no." Rachel sighed. She knew Kirofski did this. And she knew he did it because Puck stood up for her.

"Fuckin asshole. I swear to god I will kick his fat ass so hard that he won't be able to sit down for a week." Puck mumbled as he walked to the bed of his truck. "Fuckin pussy. He didn't even want to fight me face to face. He went after my car." He said, angrily tossing the spare tires out onto the ground.

"I'm so sorry, Noah. I-I didn't think he would do this." Rachel apologized, feeling responsible for everything.

"Whatever." Puck grumbled. He took plaid shirt off and tossed it next to his bag, revealing the white wife-beater underneath. "This is going to take me forever to change all four." He said as placed the jack under the back side of the car.

"I can help." Rachel offered.

"Yeah, right. Like you know anything about changing tires." Puck mockingly laughed. He pumped the lever on the jack and the car began to raise up off the ground. Rachel couldn't help but stare at his muscles in action. He had, as he called them, "guns". Hot "guns". She always appreciated when guys took care of themselves.

"Noah, I have two dads." Rachel said as she took a step forward.

"Two GAY dads." Puck said.

"Gay people know how to change tires too, Noah." Rachel countered, rolling her eyes. She was used to his attitude by now. She's usually the recipient. From telling her to "shut up" when she tried to give her opinion on a performance, to saying how he wanted to set her on fire sometimes, she's became accustomed to his attitude.

"Alright, fine. Show me that you can do one and I'll shut up." Puck said as he stepped back from the tools.

"First off, I'm surprised you have four tires available." Rachel said. She rolled up her sleeves to her butterfly sweater (you know, because it would be TRAGIC if she messed it up).

"I go mudding a lot. Gotta be prepared." Puck said with a shrug. He watched as she rolled the spare tire over to the car. She grabbed a tool and began to work on removing the flat tire. There was something hott about a girl working on a car. He would have never guessed Rachel Berry would know how to change a tire. She was always such a diva that he thought she would call AAA for everything little thing. Even for filling up for gas.

"Why don't you make yourself useful and start on the other tire? I'll prove to you that I can do this while you work as well. You don't have to watch me." Rachel said as she pulled the tired off and set it on the ground.

But I want to. "Fine." Puck said, grabbing one of the spare tires and rolling it to the other side.

A few minutes later, Rachel walked around to his side of the car. "Do you want to check my work so that I can debunk your sexist notion that girls can't change tires?"

"Damn, Berry. I never said girls couldn't. I just said YOU couldn't." Puck said, rolling his eyes as he stood up off his knees and walked around the car.

"What do you think?" Rachel asked with a proud smile.

"Not bad, Berry. Not bad." Puck commented as he checked whether or not the tire was on correctly. "I'm impressed. You can do it."

"Thank you." Rachel said, leaning down to pick her bag up off the ground.

"Whoa whoa, where are you going? There's two more tires." Puck said, confused.

"I just wanted to prove that I could do it." Rachel said with a smile. "I gotta go to voice lessons anyways. I'm sure it won't take you long to finish up the job." She said, patting his arm as she passed by to go to her car.

"Berry!" Puck called out. Rachel turned around to look at the greased up football jock. "Thanks for helping."

"You're welcome, Noah." Rachel said with a smirk. She watched as the muscle-bound boy turned back to his car and continued to work. There was something about him that she couldn't quite figure out. He always has that "tough guy" image, but she saw through that. And she knew that there was a good guy underneath it all.

So there ya go! My first chapter! Please let me know what you think! I'll try to update as soon as I can. Who knows..maybe the more comments I get, the faster I'll type 3