Sum: Rachel lives in New York and her career is going strong but something's missing; she wants to get married and have kids. Puck and her best friends but he made it clear he didn't want her so now she's looking for that one guy to light up her world - only Puck tries his best to ruin all her chances of finding someone else. Puckleberry, Pezberry friendship.

Rating: M - for language and later.

Author's note: Sorry this isn't Stolen Two but I am working on it. Just had a serious writer's block since I finished Stolen - till this little baby popped into my head.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee (if I did I don't think I'd be writing fan fiction...) but if you think the guys in here are fiction; think again. I met them all. I took some creative liberties but I pretty much dated or skirted around them all myself.

Hope you enjoy this story. Please Read and Review :)

One Frog Too Many

Chapter One

Crazy Texter

The silent hum of the vibrator in her phone made her open an eye and squint at the bedside table where her iPhone was eagerly lighting up the dark room. She sighed and contemplated not answering or even looking at it but curiosity got the better of her and she quickly snatched a hand out and grabbed the phone. It was freezing in the room despite the heater on. It was in the middle of winter and the winds were imitating Chicago and threatening to knock over the city. The cold crept in everywhere and the only shield she had from it this night was the warm covers currently hiding her small form creating a warm cave.

Reading the text she regretted letting out just the tiniest bits of heat.

"Goodnight sexy. Sleep well and dream of me :-* XoXo"

She stared at the text and sighed, annoyed. She'd reached all the way up to the table risking a frozen hand for that? Why did he even write her this late? She contemplated just putting the phone back onto the table but she watched as her fingers nimbly typed out a reply:

"U 2 :-)"

Lame she knew but it was rude not to answer, right? She had help at the programme before work in the morning and he knew that. They'd been texting for a few days now and he knew she got up early every day, which also meant getting to bed at a reasonable hour. Never underestimate the power of enough sleep, she always said. Was a little respect that too much to ask? Her phone pinget and she sighed as the screen blinked with his name again: Christian.

"Can I call you tomorrow? I really wanna hear your voice? Do you have a picture? I really wanna look at your pretty face here on my phone as well :-*"

Too many kissy emojies she thought. They barely knew each other and already he was overly familiar with her like they were more already. She regretted giving him her number just a tiny bit even though she loved the much-needed attention. She wasn't sure that Internet dating was quite the way to go about this but how do you meet people now a day? All locked in their own world, headphones on and faces in their phones. Smiling to someone on the subway was almost an invitation to get raped. According to Puck anyway. So she answered texts late at night when she should be sleeping.

"Yeah okay. We can talk after school. I'll send you a picture tomorrow. Gonna go to sleep now. Sleep well."

Putting the phone back on her bedside table she turned over and closed her eyes. The phone beeped again and she sighed. Was it worth reaching for it? It was only him writing her back, right? Curiosity got the better of her and she turned over once more as the phone beeped yet again. She furrowed her brow as hope rose. It could be…

Christian. She sighed but opened the texts anyways. A picture of the guy greeted her and she wrinkled her nose despite her own wow to herself that she'd go into this with an open mind. And not judge people by their looks. She wasn't shallow. Period! But her mind quickly set to work on his appearance; he really should change his hair she thought as a blond guy's smile greeted her. He had ears that stuck out from his head and the short buzz he had only accentuated just how much his ears stuck out. Black thick glasses in a heavy frame covered his eyes but couldn't hide the somewhat stiff look in his baby blue orbs. He had a protruding jaw that he stuck out only emphasizing the abnormality of it. The picture had taken the picture by himself and his skinny and white arm was in it as well. She read over the words and almost giggled:

"Handsome guy? What do you think babe? I really wanna meet you. :-*"

Rachel Berry tried not to be mean, really tried not to judge. She knew what it was like to be different and she refused to judge a guy merely on a badly taken picture. She herself like she was a perfect example of just that; even if she knew she wasn't by any measure ugly, she knew she had a somewhat difficult personality. Maybe Christian was the opposite. At least she'd give it a chance.

"I'll find a day tomorrow when I have time. Looking forward to meeting you, too :-)"

She knew she only answered part of his text but she was tired and coming up with nice way to say something she didn't mean, was within her capabilities at this moment. Putting the phone back on the bedside table, she turned over this time determined to fall asleep.

She frowned as her phone vibrated and she realized she'd forgot it in her back pocket of her skin-tight jeans and it was now belting "Don't Rain On My Parade" into her ass. Puck turned and looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"You going to answer that?" She looked down at her own crotch. What was the point of answering when she was already with the one she wanted to call her? They were slung out on his couch watching a movie and she was feeling pretty cosy and finally warm. When she'd gotten to his place, she'd been almost blue, his words, not hers. A smurf, he'd laughed and then he'd tossed her his hoodie. So why pretend she had other interest at the moment when she didn't?

But her phone kept ringing and he lifted two annoyed eyebrows. She gave in and started to life her ass in a lazy attempt to fish her phone out from under her. Unfortunately it was stuck. Held so tight to her body that there was no way she'd get it out unless she got up – and she really didn't want to get up. At all. She was sitting curled up almost against Puck, he had his arm resting behind her leaning towards her. It was a mere centimetres short of a cuddle. So close.

"God, girl. Get up and get that phone," he hissed pausing the movie.

"But it's stuck," she whined back at him.

"Get up then and stop writhing like you're having a fit." Rachel huffed and got up grabbing desperately at her own ass as she tried to pry her phone out of her pocket. Prying her fingers under the edge of the pocket, she started to push the phone out. The ringing stopped and she was tempted to just sit back down. But no such luck. Don't Rain on My Parade started up again. e rih"God, Berry." His hands on her hips made her stop and suck in a breath. She could feel the warmth of his body behind her and her heart immediately picked up the pace. She could smell his deodorant mixed with the essence of him and she had to close her eyes for a second. This man was sex on legs.

His hand slid down her ass taking just a little too much time feeling her and then down her pocket successfully managing to get her phone free. He kept his hand on her hip for a moment and she secretly loved the feel of his hands on her.

"Who is Christian?" His hands dropped from her and she spun around eyes wide. He wasn't supposed to know about him at all. She reached for her phone but he held it from her with an evil smirk. "Do you have a secret lover? Does Rachel Berry have a fuck buddy?" Rachel narrowed her eyes at him.

"I do not. Give me my phone, Noah." She tried to sound demanding and harsh to make him give her to phone. It stopped ringing and this time Christian didn't dial up right after. She breathed a sigh of relief. "He's just some guy from NYADA. Probably need help with an audition or something." Puck furrowed his brows as Rachel kept her eyes fixedly on her phone. He handed it over.

"So just one of your gay friends?" She nodded swallowing. He slowly started to hand her the phone when – oh lord – a text came. He snatched it back and opened the text. "Just one of your friends from school?" He asked her mischievously. She grabbed the phone and he let her. Turning it over a picture of the same scrawny pale guy with protruding blue eyes greeted her. But that wasn't what made her jaw drop and her eyes turn wide in horror; he was wearing a collar and a leather shirt.

"Baby I can take you places you've never even dreamed off. I've tried quite a lot and I just know you'll love what I can do to you."

With horror she handed Puck the phone back. He started to laugh so hard he had to sit down.

"It not funny," she whined. "What do I do? He keeps sending me these texts." Puck lifted an eyebrow at her and then grabbed her phone.

"How did you meet this guy and why the fuck would you give someone that looks like that your number? Talk about out of his league," Puck condescendingly asked.

She shrugged. What should she tell him? She didn't want to lie but she also wasn't prepared the tirade of mockery she'd no doubt be subject to of she told him she'd signed up on a dating site. Another thought briefly crossed her mind; he might get jealous…

"A friend gave him my number. She told me we'd be a good match." Puck lifted a questioning eyebrow.

"This one of your NYADA friends?" She hesitated but then nodded. One of those girls would have loved to have done this to her. The fact that she hardly spoke to any of them anymore wasn't anything she'd tell Puck. At least not right now. "I don't get why you even trust them. Those girls are mean bitches." Rachel remained silent and just looked at the phone in his hand.

"I know. But I don't know..." She shrugged again and wished they could go back to almost cuddling up on the couch.

"What did you write to make him think you'd want to spank his ass? Or he yours…" he pointed to the picture and she shrugged yet again mentally going over in the head what indeed she could have written to have encouraged him to send that picture. She'd send him a picture of herself in her normal work clothes looking chick but still covered as it was still really cold today. In fact there was more fabric than skin.

"I have no idea," she answered him honestly. There had been no dirty texts or any other indication she thought she'd given to this guy. "I think I've been...well me." Puck sniggered.

"Yeah, that should kill any ideas of a kinky side." She frowned a little hurt but then she realised what a kinky side was in the eyes of Christian. Her mind rejected the idea of that kind of kinky being on the table before the first date. And least of all with him... "So either he's a complete idiot or he's...forget it he's a total idiot."

"For hoping to have sex with me?" She asked unable to keep a bit of hurt out of her voice and she looked up at him from under her eyelashes. He was about to answer but something stopped him. A smile spread and he lowered the phone as he looked at her. He looked like he was thinking and she wasn't sure his thoughts were all pure as his eyes darkened. She held his eyes and couldn't stop herself biting down on her lip as her eyes drifted down to his lips. The air was tense and she was afraid to even think about clearing her throat, lest the moment was broken.

The sound of a text broke the tension between them and his eyes left her to look at her phone yet again. His smile disappeared and he handed her the phone.

"Only an idiot to think you ever would spread 'em for someone like him." It was half a compliment, right? She accepted her phone and looked down.

"Was that too much?"

She wanted to type back that he pretty much landed himself a first class ticket in the "No-way-in-hell-"zone but she stopped herself and instead looked up at Puck for a moment before starting to text him back. But she had no idea what do write him. She really wanted to tell him he'd pretty much been an idiot like Puck said but then again...

She gave Puck another secret under-her-eyelashes look and he looked like he didn't really know where to put himself. She pretended to type something and then started to put her phone back in her pocket.

"Really? Wanna go over that again?" She fished the phone out again with a goofy smile and instead placed it on the table.

"Guess not. Wanna get back to the movie?" He nodded and quickly took up his old space. The sofa was always shared the same way. She was in the end closest to the kitchen and he in the end closest to the bedroom. They usually started at each end and then through out the night they'd both drift more as they relaxed, chilled out and took up more and more of their half.

She didn't know where this invisible line between them had come from but it was there. Back in high school crossing it had been so easy. No regret, living in the moment and then think of the consequences later. It wasn't like that any more. They were adults now and high school was most certainly far behind them.

She flopped down at her side again as well but instead of sitting up stiffly like he was in his end; she stretched out and placed her feet in his lap. He gave her a look of mild distaste and she returned it with her most pleading one. He sighed, accepted and for a while they sat watching the movie. After a few minutes he relaxed and he put his left arm along the back of the sofa resting a hand on her calf. She scooted down further loving the feel of his hand on her and relaxing as well again. He squeezed the muscle and smiled but without looking away from the movie.

Just as they were back to just being Rachel and Noah watching a movie on a normal Monday evening her phone started again. She huffed and reached to silence it.

"Him again?" There was an edge to his voice. She hadn't wanted to look at the screen but when he asked she looked. It was Christian. She nodded.

"Yeah." She didn't know why but something in his now tense demeanour made her open the text.

"Baby, I'm sorry if I offended you. I didn't mean to be an ass but I think you're so hot and I just really want a girl like you in my life. I'd be so lucky. I am really sorry and I hope u'll still meet meet me. Please?"

She figured it would be better not to answer him. Also, Puck looked like he was about to throw her phone into the toilet. She put it on silence and put it on the table again. It was an unspoken rule between them only to answer important texts or calls. The rest of the shitty crap people that would contact them could wait. This could wait, by their rules.

His hand on her leg relaxed again but it seemed not answering Christian only sent him into a state. They both stared at the phone as it beeped again and again.

"Wow you really have some awesome friends," he remarked sarcastically.

"I put it on silent."

"Clearly only makes him more loser desperate when you don't answer." Rachel could only agree.

"I'll tell him to stop." She picked up the phone and started to read the texts; mostly they were of the begging kind. To forgive him, to please answer and please still want to meet.

"You want me to get rid of him for you?" She nodded and handed him the phone willing to be rid of Christian as of right now. It was too much, too needy and too everything. NO matter how much she could relate to the actions. No matter how much this could have been her doing this.

He scanned the texts and the there was a mix between a scowl and a smile. She couldn't determine if he was angry or having fun.

"This guy is a loser, babe. You should have known from the start."

"How?" Puck sent her a look of disbelief.

"For real? Come on, B. Even you're not that clueless."

"Apparently I am," she sighed.

"Well, when they chase you this hard staying away is the best choice."

"Why? I could have done that." He grinned at her and gave her leg an affectionate squeeze.

"Yes but you're not a guy. Girls are supposed to be needy. Not guys." Rachel nodded trying to wrap her head around the fact that he just basically told her she was and had been on the right path all along. He couldn't be serious. "But maybe it's good you toned it down after Finn..." He knew Finn was still a sore topic even now over 10 years ago. He didn't say anything more but instead focussed back on her phone. An evil grin spread across his face as he started to type.

"Don't be too mean. I'm sure he's a nice guy." He gave her a sideway glance of disbelief – again. "I mean a few years ago that could have been me. It's not his fault he's a little...off the path." Puck snorted at her.

"A little? Babe, did you ever in your wildest fantasies send a picture this inappropriate to someone you barely just started texting with?" She shook her head. "He's an idiot. A loser. He needs to know it." She sighed feeling slightly distressed on Christian's behalf. She remembered all too well being in his position. The underdog trying to get someone above her in the social ladder. And even if High School had ended, the concept of this ladder hadn't. It was a part of the human interaction but it made her feel sorry for this Christian guy that he didn't get it. But puck was probably right about getting rid of him now rather than later.

She peered at Puck as he typed wondering just what crude and harsh truth he'd lay on Christian. Was it for his own good? Would he be better off with this advice from Puck? She doubted it. Most of the time Puck's advise was given harshly and unwanted. He tossed her the phone back with a grin.

"Should get him off your back." She smiled vaguely.

"Were you too mean?" He shook his head.

"No, don't worry, B. I was sweet sunshine on his crazy loser ass." Rachel very much doubted he had been but she was more than eager to get back to watching the movie and relax yet again. It had been a pretty long day. She nodded and put the phone back on the table before she sank back into the couch enjoying his hand on her leg. Once and a while he'd squeeze it or move his hand up and down. It made her sigh silently in content.

The peace however didn't last long. Her phone lit up with a text. She gave him a questioning eye but he just shrugged clearly pretending to be indifferent. But it was clear to her he wanted her to read it. She picked up the phone and opened the text.

"U slut!"

She gaped at the reply and then scrolled up to see what Puck had written.

"Sorry dude, not interested in some freak."

Somehow in Puck's own way he'd understood her. She didn't want some freak. She wanted someone romantic and real. She smiled at him.

"Thank you," she leaned forward and gave him a hug kissing his cheek. "Even it was a bit crude..." she smiled down at him and he smiled back.

"He's a jack ass. No chance in hell of getting you."

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