FIC: Hateful games
Author: SunriseRooftops
Title: Hateful games
Rating: PG
Fandoms: Gossip Girl/Glee
Status: Complete
Disclaimer: I own nothing
A/N: I have no idea what this is!
Jenny was angry.
At her mother, her father, her brother and everyone else on the Upper East Side. She’d been forced out of her life, forced to go live at her mother’s. They’d told her either get out of New York or they’d send her to a military school - Military! She’d thrown a fit, thinking that usually helped Serena. But no! Instead, she was shipped off to Smalltown, Nowhere and had to attend some silly little school where the ‘coolest’ thing that had happened all last year was the cheerleader getting knocked up and having a baby. Fun town!
She sat down in the cafeteria and looked around. She felt nauseas. No one around here had any taste. Not from what she’d seen so far.
That’s when she saw him. She knew she’d been wrong, oh so wrong! He was laughing, and his smile sent shivers down her spine.
“Girl you can forget him right away,” a small guy said. He sat down, and he was fabulous. Had to be gay. “I’m Kurt.”
“Jenny.”
They were joined by two girls, one a little heavier with kinda nice clothes for Smalltown, Nowhere, and the other was kinda gothrock-ish. Jenny looked down at her phone, an update from Gossip Girl. Oh sigh. It was about Nate though, so she read it.
“’The youngest Archibald is seen girlfriendless at the latest charity. What’s the matter S, sick of him since little J left? You know you love me, xoxo, Gossip Girl.’ Huh, well, I guess it’s true then. You really are new.” She looked over her shoulder, into the face and eyes of the boy she’d been checking out earlier.
“Hey, Puck,” Kurt said. “Have you got a song for later?”
“Sure thing. You?” The guy tore his eyes from Jenny and looked at Kurt who laughed.
“Of course!”
“Song?” Jenny asked, feeling a little weak at the knees.
Mr Gorgeous, apparently named Puck, smiled at her. “Glee club, little thing. You might wanna check it out.”
“Yeah,” she said, as he walked away from them. She turned back to Kurt. “Who is that?”
“Noah Puckerman,” he answered.
“He’s the baby daddy of Quinn, yanno, the cheerleader?”
“What?” Jenny’s jaw dropped.
“Mmhm, and a major player.”
“Good.” She smiled slyly. “I’m from the Upper East Side. I know how to play.”