Disclaimer: I do not own Glee and any trademark merchandize that may appear in this fiction. This is purely for the entertainment and peace of mind of the authoress and in no way profitable to anyone. Do not sue.

A/N: First time to write a Glee fic so be nice. If you don't like it, don't bash/read it. This is a Puck/Rachel fic so no complaining about the pairing. Slight OOC, ok fine, Major OOC because I'm not the mother of these two and I'm just writing what I want to write. There are no baby-daddy drama here and focuses mainly on Rachel and Puck's interaction with each other. I may dab into other perspective but mostly it's Rachel-Puck-centric. You could say it's an AU but I'll try to incorporate some events that happened in the series. If you see some grammatical errors and tense problems just tell me, English is not my first language. Now that that's out of the way…

Summary: "Noah Puckerman? Finds me fascinating? Right! Ok, Kurt you've got to stop using too many hair products in one go. It's messing with your thought process."

On with the story…
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Rachel Barbara Berry

1. gifted with superb vocal ability

2. an only child

3. fathered by two wonderful and loving men

4. wears skirts and tailored blouses

5. has a no-nonsense attitude

6. uses big words in her sentences

7. very determined and single-minded when it comes to her goals

8. does not have many friends (see reason number 5)

9. Kurt's project make-over target, also his best friend

10. is Jewish

11. is clueless when it comes to the opposite sex

12. DOES NOT WANT anything to do with a certain Noah Puckerman
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Noah 'Puck' Puckerman

1. raised by his mom and has a younger sister

2. has a Mohawk (he's the only one in school who can pull it off)

3. is in the football team

4. best friends with Finn Hudson (football QB)

5. rumored to prefer older women

6. can play the guitar

7. has a mysterious air about him (he doesn't talk much)

8. has magnificent abs and pectorals (according to one Kurt Hummel)

9. has a pool cleaning business

10. loves his mid-morning naps

11. likes hanging-out in bleachers

12. finds Rachel Berry fascinating
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Another school year begins. The first day is always filled with excitement and trepidation. Another set of curriculum to take. New and familiar faces occupy the campus.

For a sophomore like me, this is not a novel thing to observe. Last year was more exciting if you bother to ask. Being a freshman makes you view the world differently. You get to meet new people, form bonds with them.

That's how I met my best friend, Kurt. I was wandering the halls of my new school, to look for my first period class when suddenly this guy with panache for fashion walked up to me and asked if I knew where the English lit class was. Turned out we had the same classes except for 3rd period. We knew right that moment we will become bosom friends. And from then on we were inseparable.

Although we disagree on many things (*cough* fashion) we still manage to stay close. We may bicker but that's normal, if you ask me. Think Will and Grace (he made me watch the show and I liked it). This year we decided to choose Glee club to participate in. We have this uncanny fixation with Broadway (one of the things we strongly agree on) and to alleviate any rabid reaction from Kurt (don't tell him I said that), I suggested that we sing our hearts out and what better place to start than in Glee. I heard Mr. Schuester took it upon himself to revive the glory days of Glee. He seems nice and competent enough to be the guiding light in this affair. Miss Pillsbury, our guidance counselor, told me that he was once a glee member so he must know the workings behind the club. I have yet to hear him sing but with Kurt and me as members he won't have any problems. I am not supercilious, as our rabbi often reminds us that pride comes before destruction. I simply know my capabilities and limitations.

Speaking of Kurt, where is that boy? The opening ceremony is about to start and we have to be in the auditorium for the welcoming of the freshmen. Principal Figgins made it mandatory for us to attend any school-oriented gatherings to boost the number of student body as well as the morale and school spirit. The campus is relatively huge and I have no inclination of traipsing the corners and crevices of this place.
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A/N: Rachel's perspective everybody. I'm not sure how I fared here so let me know guys. I have written four more chapters as of today. I'm just testing the waters; see the reception of this fic. Hope I didn't disappoint. I know I still have room to improve.

BTW, this is not beta-ed so sorry for the errors I may have committed.
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