Hello again guys! Please don't hate me...but...I deleted A Makeover To Remember, because it was going nowhere and to be honest, I couldn't be bothered with it! Sorry to those of you who read it and waited for more! However, o aid your dissapointed and broken hearts, here is my first chapter, a redo, of A Makeover To Remember, with added Puckleberry and even some Smuckleberry, yes, I am officially over my fear of writing smut! :D

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Rachel Berry was covered in gooey, red, ice cold slushy. This was the norm for Rachel; with the whole football team each having a personal interest in making her life a living hell, everyday being the same, she would get up, go to school, get slushied and have to clean herself off. Of course, now she was used to it, it didn't really matter to her…

"Haha look at Crazy Berry!"

"Oh my god, she looks like a sad clown!"

"What a freak!"

"Hey Barbara, what's your favourite flavour of slushy?"

"Go die, freak!"

Today was different. The torment was worse; someone had even told her to kill herself. She knew something had to change…

Rachel pulled up at the L.A salon, with a wad of cash in her purse, some for a makeover, some to buy herself a new wardrobe, she confidently stepped out of her car, making her way over to the entrance.

"Rachel Berry, here to see Maurice?" She told the moody receptionist, who merely waved at the seating area. Nodding, Rachel sat down, unable to contain her excitement for the event about to take place. She would show them, all of them!

"Miss Berry? Maurice is ready to see you now!" A petite woman said quietly, standing by Rachel.

"Thank you very much!" Rachel bounded off into the dark room.

Once she entered, the lights were switched on and a tall and slender man entered the room, he held in his hands a pair of scissors, a comb and a hairdryer.

There was a black basin to the left hand side of the room, and a large mirrored wall. In front of the basin, there was a small chair.

"Take a seat, Miss Berry. We'll fix you up in no time!"

Rachel tiptoed carefully over to the chair, gracefully perching on the edge. She leant back into the basin, and the French hairdresser began his work.

Three hours had passed, and Rachel was getting tired. Her hair was now a light, candy floss pink colour, and Maurice had put extensions in her hair, making it around 2.5 feet long. It was wavy, and the ends were bleached.

Her once unshapely eyebrows were now smooth curves, not a single hair out of place. Her makeup was heavy, with black eye shadow and thick eyeliner that winged out. She wore natural lipstick and her cheekbones were highlighted. She looked amazing, like a new person! No one would be able to tell it was plain old Rachel Berry! Maurice smirked at her expression. He knew he was good, but he didn't know he was that good!

Rachel paid him for his hard work, 500 dollars, before getting in her car and driving to the mall.

Her first stop, was Victoria's Secret, where she bought black and red lace panties and few *ahem* other purchases, Rachel blushed, thinking of them.

Next, she made her way to the clothing stores. She bought leather pants and black crop tops and denim jackets! Not forgetting the accessories! She'd even braved it, and gone to the tattoo parlour, and had her signature star tattooed on her neck, as well as having her lip and tongue pierced, she thought she looked badass!

Finally, was the shoe store, where she purchased some sneakers, leather boots and a killer pair of red heels.

She was proud of her buys, knowing that nobody would recognise her at school the next day.

"Dad, Daddy, can I drive my other car to school today?" Rachel batted her eyelashes at them, knowing that they couldn't resist letting her. After all, they bought her the car for her 16th birthday, knowing she would one day want to drive it!

"Of course, Rachie!" Her daddy exclaimed, before setting down a bagel in front of her.

Rachel pulled the silver Lamborghini out of her garage. Her daddies had treated her when she was 16, and she loved it! She just thought it was more appropriate to drive her small, pink car to school, but now, she was ready for a change.

She was wearing a baggy crop top, that showed off her tones stomach, with leather pants, and her killer red heels, that were surprisingly comfortable! She had out a wave into her hair, so that it looked almost mermaid-like and put it to one side, so that her tattoo was visible, and her makeup mirrored that of which Maurice had given her, what could she say? She'd always wanted to be a makeup artist, it was only fair that she was good at it!

Her lip ring shone in the blinding sun, as she stepped out of her car, already receiving lustful looks from the whole football team. Finn Hudson, her long time crush, even wolf whistled at her. She could tell it was going to be a good day.

She sauntered down the hallway, up to her locker, followed by a small crowd of teenage boys, including Finn Hudson, the school quarterback, who was drooling at the sight of her long legs.

"Move motherfuckers, Puck's arrived." Shouted a sexy and raspy voice, from behind the group of boys. Rachel was expecting him, Noah Puckerman, or Puck as he liked to be called. He as the worst, he slushied her more than anyone. She was out to get him.

Before she had time to finish speaking, he'd already made his way to her, shooing the other gawping teenagers as he went.

He walked up to her, looked her up and down and swaggered to her, bending down to whisper in her ear, "I have to say Berry, I'm impressed. I always knew you were hot under those stupid sweaters." She shuddered, as a shiver ran down her spine. She calmly whispered back, "Oh Puck, just wait until you really see what was under the sweaters." She looked down at herself, before winking at him, and walking to her next class, leaving a very flustered Puck behind.

Puck knew from that moment on, Rachel Berry was his rival, his enemy.

So,what do you guys think? Want more? Should I carry on?

Thanks ever so much for reading and if you want, you can review! So that I can see if you guys like it!

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