Another Puckerman

Summary: Puck's dad comes back, with another family! Glee's a tight-nit family now. So what will people think of Puck's new half-sister? What will Puck think of her?

Pairings:(all glee kids are juniors, not including my character. Kurt and Blaine are Warblers. No Lauren.) Finn/Rachel Puck/Quinn Santana/Brittany Kurt/Blaine Mike/Tina Artie/Mercedes Sam/OC

Chapter 1: Glee

Maria's POV:

Why do we have to leave? What is so important to dad in Lima? What kind of town is named Lima anyway? It sounds like whoever named the town was looking through his cabinet and saw a can of Lima Beans and he was all like aha! That is what I shall name our town. Lima. It's so stupid. Dad has been acting so weird lately also. Like he has something to hide.

"Honey? Are you all packed?" called mom from downstairs.

"I am now, ma." I shouted back down. I grabbed my jean jacket and my bags. I said one last goodbye to my home and everything I know and love. Then I headed downstairs to my awaiting parents. Dad silently took my stuff to his car and I went ahead and got in it while they loaded everything. I popped in my ear buds and settled in for a long drive to Lima. So I decided to take a nice, long nap. When the ride was over I was told to go unpack my stuff and get some sleep for my first day of school tomorrow at William McKinley High.

"Bye, honey! See you later!" why did mom just do that to me? I'm a sophomore in high school, an underclassman, and it's my first day here! Doesn't mom remember anything about high school? I shook myself mentally and headed for the guidance office. On my way over there I got some odd looks from some delinquents and preppy cheerleaders with slushies in their hands. I glared at them daring them with my eyes to mess with me as I finally reached the guidance office. I knocked on the door scaring the crap out of the woman moving things around on the desk. She got up quickly and let me in then sat down at her desk and sanitized her hands.

"Hello, you must be new here. My name is Mrs. Pillsbury. How may I help you?" Pillsbury? Seriously. I forced back a laugh at her name. But I couldn't shake the mental image of the little guy on biscuit cans.

"Um, yeah. Can I have my schedule? My name is Maria Puckerman." I said. She got a shocked expression on her face when I said my name.

"Oh, yes. Of course." she then pulled my papers from a file on the corner of her desk. Then she said, "Here's your schedule. One question though, are you by any chance related to Noah Puckerman?"

"No, I'm not related to anyone here. I'm an only child. Why do you ask?"

"It's just that Puckerman isn't exactly a common name here." she said and then the bell rang for first period. "Oh, I made you late for first period. Here take this note to your teacher." she then handed me a piece of paper and shooed me out the door. I looked at my schedule and noticed I had Drivers Ed first, Spanish 1 second, homeroom, Advanced English, Geometry, Physical Science, Web Page Design 1, and then I had Algebra 2. (AN:This is my sophomore schedule from when I was a sophomore. The teachers, besides Mr. Shue, are just made up though.) When I finally got to my class the stupid teacher made me stand and tell the class about myself. They don't need to know my life story! Stupid Mr. Church. And again everyone looked shocked and even a little afraid when I said my name. What is up with this school? Is this Noah Puckerman somebody you don't mess with or something? Then I went to Spanish 1 and my teacher Mr. Shuester had too much hair gel in. He asked me in spanish if I knew any of the language. I replied in spanish that I knew a little. Then he told me to go sit by a cheerleader. That class was so boring. When the bell rang I was getting ready to leave but Mr. Shuester asked me to wait a minute.

"Maria, do you like to sing?" he asked.

"A little." I said shrugging.

"Wonderful. I am the New Directions teacher as well. Would you like to audition?" he asked enthusiastically.

"Sure, why not?" I said ad he told me where to meet them after school. I went on to the rest of my classes and had an odd day. The lunch food sucked. But hey it's tradition for school food to suck. But it would be nice to not find hair in my pizza. When the day finally ended I texted mom saying that I'm going to be a little late because I'm trying out for a club. She said I could just walk home then because if I can't be ready when she get's here then she can't pick me up since she's on a tight schedule. Whatever. I made my way over to the choir room and listened to the commotion going on inside before I knocked on the door and walked on in.

"Hello?" I asked.

"I was wondering when you were going to show up. Maria, this is New Directions." he said motioning to the kids in fold-able, metal chairs. "Maria, this is Artie," he pointed to the guy in a wheelchair, "Mercedes," he pointed the dark-skinned girl, "Mike and Tina," the Asian couple, "Santana and Brittany" the two cheerleaders in back. "This is Quinn." he pointed to the icy-looking blonde. "This is Rachel and Finn," he pointed to the oddest couple here, " and lastly, Puck and Sam." a guy with a Mohawk and the hottest guy of the group. I wasn't given any time to really ogle tall, blonde, and handsome as Mr. Shuester said, "now Maria, New Directions would like to give you a glee welcome." Then he went to stand by the piano. Then the group stood up as the music started.

Finn: Just a small town girl, livin' in a lonely world
She took the midnight train goin' anywhere
Rachel: Just a city boy, born and raised in South Detroit
He took the midnight train goin' anywhere

Finn: A singer in a smoky room
Rachel: A smell of wine and cheap perfume
Both: For a smile they can share the night
It goes on and on and on and on

Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlight people, living just to find emotion
Hiding, somewhere in the night

Rachel: Workin' hard to get my fill
Everybody wants a thrill
Both: Payin' anything to roll the dice
Just one more time
Rachel: Some will win, some will lose
Both: Some are born to sing the blues
And oh, the movie never ends
It goes on and on and on and on

Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard
Their shadows searching in the night
Streetlight people, livin' just to find emotion
Hiding, somewhere in the night

All: Don't stop believin'
Hold on to that feelin'
Streetlight people

Don't stop believin'
Hold on to that feelin'
Streetlight people

Don't stop!

(AN: Hello awesome readers, I hope you liked the first chapter of my story! Let me know what you thought! I don't own glee :( but I own Maria! Anyways, I got to go! Babies can't babysit themselves can they? Well the ones I am babysitting can but anywho I seriously got to go do stuff!)

○Forever and For Always,
~LHNT~
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*Heather* :D