A/N: Okay, so, I was working on another one-shot today. But I got a lot of requests and queries in my last (and first) one-shot about continuing it. So I sort of took an over-used story line and brought it to life, because I think this would be an awesome couple for this storyline.

Here we are, the (short, sorry) beginning of my Glee multi-chap.

Anyway, enjoy,

& R&R.

The moment sort of stopped around them. The hallways were busy as hell and it was an alright day – until now, that is. Rachel's breath was heaving, and her heart slammed against her ribcage angrily and quickly until she swore she felt it shatter.

She saw Puck standing there too. He wasn't moving. He just stood there with his back to her and his shoulders slumped. She could practically see his face in her mind right now.

Quinn was holding her little baby girl in her arms, all pink-cheeked and wide-eyed. Rachel wished she could wipe away the image of Finn's face when he saw her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, but when she opened them, he was holding the kid.

If her heart had shattered before, those pieces were dust now.

Puck pushes several kids over and heads outside. Glancing at Finn one last time and feeling a searing pain in her heart, Rachel ducks and swerves around people and runs out the door after him. He's sitting against the gym wall on the dirty car park floor. He looks so . . . angry and sad and sullen. In all the same ways he's still Puck, but this time it's just different.

He looks up at her momentarily, and there's nothing in his eyes, but at the same time that look means everything. She blinks back, uncertain, before sliding down next to him and sighing.

"He . . . Still chose . . . Her. After all the crap and the lies and his stupid little hissy fit, he went crawling back to her. He's going to play Daddy to my kid and she's going to act as if she has his eyes and his smile and all that crap," Puck spits, clenching his fist and watching his knuckles whiten.

"I- I know," she whispers back, her trembling fingers playing with a rock.

"He chose her over you and she chose him over me-"

"I know!" Rachel hisses. Like she needed to be reminded.

He opens his mouth to apologise, but then he remembers he really doesn't do apologies, so he shuts his hole and settles for closing his eyes instead. "I'm so sick of this."

There's a long pause before she asks, "Sick of what?"

"Them. Being here. Having to watch my kid grow up with my best friend- wait, no, ex-best friend. It's all a big load of shit."

"Uh huh," she agrees absentmindedly.

They sit in silence before he gives her one last look and stands up abruptly. "I have an idea."

"Oh, congratulations, Noah Puckerman, I bet that's a first."

His mouth forms a tight line. She's gotten a hell of a lot better at the whole joke-thing since she started talking to him. But still, he's not stupid, just incredibly lazy, and that was offensive to his demeanour. "Shut up. Seriously, I have a great idea. I must be a fucking genius, to be honest. You have to agree with it before I tell you, though."

Rachel shifts uncomfortably, feeling suspicious. "Why?"

"Because you'll say no if I tell you."

"Do you really think that's encouraging me to agree with you right now?"

"It should be."

She sighs, because she feels too weak not to take him up on whatever it is and she can't stand feeling as useless as she does right now. Plus, he's always been excellent at manipulating people with that smirk of his. "Will I get arrested?"

Puck rolls his eyes and shakes his head, because that would be kind of cool. He's been arrested before, but being arrested with Rachel Berry? He'd have to get an award for that. No one could get a girl like her to do something bad enough to even get the cops on her tail.

Rachel bites her lip. "Okay, say I concur; will I get hurt in anyway?"

"For the love of God . . . No, you will not get hurt."

"As long as I'm still in mint-condition – that being clean and not broken-limbed or something-"

"Is that a yes?"

Rachel sighs and shrugs. "Yes. It's a yes."

Puck smirks, pacing in front of her. He doesn't want to tell her what she's just agreed to without having her scream so the windows shattered (she can do that, you know; break glass). "Okay, sweet. So, your going to need all your clothes. Have you got a bag that big? Wait, whatever, I don't care-"

Rachel's eyes widen. "And why will I need all my clothes?"

"We're getting the hell out of here."

"WHAT?!"

"Too late," Puck grins, shrugging. His smile is an uneven, unnatural thing in times like these. But he's just roped Rachel Berry into running away with him, so he feels like he deserves some sort of break.

Rachel takes a deep breath, before letting out a small laugh and shaking her head. There was no way this was happening. She wasn't going to leave Lima. She had Glee and her Dads and F-

Well, she didn't have much really.

"No, just-No, no- Ugh. What did you have in mind?"

Puck smirks that classic (and half-fake) smile again, because he knows he's got her now.