A/N: So I am a faithful puckleberry shipper, and this is my first attempt at a puckleberry fanfiction so I'm kind of nervous about it so feedback would be great. I've decided to start this in season 1 during "Mash Up" because I feel that's when everybody fell in love with puckleberry or started to believe that they could have a relationship. I will be changing some parts of this episode and others to suit my overall plot. The story may start going fairly AU in future chapters. Rated T for Noah/Puck's potty mouth. Narrative/POV will most likely change each chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own "Glee" or any of the characters mentioned in this fanfiction so far. I don't own any plot and dialogue that you recognise from the show.

When that slushy hit his face he was shocked. Understatement of the century, he was fucking stunned. No-one had ever dared to even pretend to throw a slushy his way before; he was Puck, Puckzilla resident badass of McKinley. Now, he had Karofsky chucking a slushy up in his grill? That shit was not kosher. Rachel's words about being proud to be seen with him had made him feel so good, not a Lima Loser like Quinn said he was, and he knew he had a stupid big grin on his face just before the slushy.

Rachel gasped while he scrunched up his face at the feeling of the ice cold drink stinging his face and slowly dripping down onto his clothes. Great, Rachel who I had done this too so many times would have to be the one there to see him at his lowest.

To his surprise, Rachel didn't mock him or laugh or use this to show him how much of a jerk he was to her. She took his hand, and led him into the bathroom pushing him down on a seat in front of a sink.

"Put your head back, and close your eyes. I'll wash the slushee of you."

For once in his life, he actually listened. He heard her shuffle around and after a few moments felt her come up to the side of the sink close to his head. He heard her run the tap, the water falling into some object she must have, and the next moment cold water was being pored over his head. He was about to complain about the temperature, when he felt her hands caress his head. Caress? Oh shit, he was turning into such a girl. He was half tempted to check if he still had balls. But whatever, her hands felt super good so he just stayed quiet and enjoyed it.

After a few minutes of this, I found myself saying with a smirk:

"You're pretty good at this" He felt her stroke his hawk one more time before sighing.

"I've had a lot of practise" she said lightly, "you're actually a lot luckier than me and Quinn; your head is shaved" She rubbed his hair one more time close to his temple. Damn, that felt good. Who knew that Rachel actually had really soft hands? So much for having "man hands"…suddenly he felt bad; when he chucked slushees at her he thought it was funny, he never really thought about how it could make her feel. Rachel Berry was a lot of things; arrogant, loud, bossy…but she was kind; kind enough to help a previous bully.

I sighed. Time for an apology. "I'm really sorry, I ever did this to you" he said shaking his head with his eyes still closed. What shocked him slightly was that he genuinely meant it. God, all these women in my life are making me soft.

He felt her sit lightly on his thigh, and say: "It's okay."

This girl was truly shocking to me, she just forgave me. It's not like I earned her forgiveness, and he thought a diva like her would make him work for it. Rachel Berry was something else. Rachel Berry was also turning him into a sap, but he didn't care about living up to his reputation in this moment, with her.

I raised my head up, getting a grip on the towel she was holding to my chest and said in an almost sigh: "No it isn't" He gently took the towel off her holding it in one hand, looked into her brown eyes and put his other hand on her hip and said: "No-one deserves this feeling."

She was looking at him with understanding, concern and warmth in her eyes. No-one usually looked at him like that except his ma. He carried on, not losing eye contact with her:

"You know what the worst part is? It's not the burning in your eyes…or the way the slushee drips all the way into your underpants." He looked down quickly, then back up to her and said: "It's the humiliation" He now understood some of what he put her and so many others through. He was surprised at how easy he found opening up to Rachel. No-one saw this side of him normally.

"I feel like I could burst into tears at any moment"

The old me wouldn't have admitted that to anyone, let alone Berry. Glee club had changed me, I couldn't deny it. Or was it Rachel? He didn't want to take that thought any further. This whole "relationship" was supposed to be about getting in her panties, not feelings or conversations like this. If he carried on like this, he was going to lose all respect at this school. He had to pick football on Thursday. He may have changed, but he still cared about his reputation. He felt bad about doing this to Rachel. He felt like such a chick right now, which made him think football was the right choice even more.

He saw Rachel glance down, and saw the slightly disappointed or was it sad look cross her face like she knew what he was about to say next. Maybe she really does have a sixth sense. He looked down and said:

"Rachel…" she looked up at him with a neutral expression. He looked back up as he continued: "I'm sorry, but today when the clock chimes 3:30-"

Rachel surprised him by yet again by nodding slightly and cutting in saying: "You're choosing football over glee, which means we probably can't be together anymore." She said it lightly, and understandingly.

I looked up to her with guilty eyes and said: "Yes. Damn, I feel like such a bad Jew."

She smiled softly, and leaned forward placing her hands on my shoulders. Damn, her ridiculously soft hands. Then she placed a soft kiss on my forehead before leaning back and rubbing her thumbs on my shoulders with another smile towards him. She looked me in the eye for a second, and I knew in that moment that she understood. She smiled and slowly got off my thigh with one hand still on my shoulder and used her other hand to gently touch my hand that was still on her hip before turning around and getting off me completely causing my hand to drop from her hip. I watched her go guiltily, but she still kept that smile on her face. As she left, I picked up my skull cap and placed it on my head feeling even more like a bad Jew.

Rachel Berry had really done a number on him. He had never shown anyone his softer side before, except slightly to Quinn about his baby, and he didn't even feel embarrassed about it either. Rachel Berry was a lot different from what he expected, and you know what? He kinda liked her. In a "she's an alright chick way."

*GLEE*GLEE*GLEE

Thursday came around a hell of a lot sooner than I would have liked. The days since my moment with Berry had been weird. I was starting to second guess whether or not picking football was the better choice. Once he first thought that, he was fucking shocked dude. Since when did he think glee would be better than football? He was the best god damn player on the football team, everyone loved him and he was popular. But glee was a good escape from thinking about his baby, his deadbeat dad and all the other shit in life. He was torn, and he didn't like it one single bit.

Mike and Matt didn't seem to know what to pick yet either, and kept asking him what he was doing. Like he was their leader or something which actually made him feel like a total BAMF. I know they have soft spots for Brittany and Santana, so they might choose glee. If I was being honest with myself, I could feel a soft spot of my own growing for Rachel, but I was not going to let myself think of that.

When it came to 3:25, Matt and Mike came up to me and just nodded at me. I knew what they meant; they'd go where he went. They were good mates. I sound so gay.

I thought of everything that had happened since the start of the year and suddenly my feet started walking on their own. Matt and Mike walked with me, until they realised where we were heading, and rushed on ahead of me.

I heard Santana's and Brittany's squeals and the rest of the glee club's welcomes, and heard it go silent. That was my cue I suppose. I walked in with my hands in my pocket, and heard the gasps. I looked at Rachel and saw that she was smiling happily. She walked up to me, and a small smile came on too my face too. This girl did strange things to me.

She stopped in front of me smiling happily, and touched my arms slightly again before saying quietly: "Are you sure about this Noah? I mean choosing us over the team means you might get a slushee in your face every day."

I looked at her, looked down and then at everyone else. They were all smiling welcomingly at him. I looked back at her, grinned slightly and said: "bring it."

Her smile instantly brightened and became bigger. She moved in closer and wrapped her arms around me placing her head on my shoulder. I grinned a little more, and leant my head down so it rested on her hair and placed my arms around her. I stroked her hair and back a little bit. Damn, she was so tiny but she fit into my arms so nice. Shit, since when have I ever been so happy about hugging a girl? I felt her smile against my shoulder, and at that moment I knew I had made the right choice.

I stood there just holding onto her, barely aware of the others and barely heard Artie say: "where's Finn?"

*GLEE*GLEE*GLEE*

The next day at school, my mood went down big time. Finn was back to being most popular guy at school, so Quinn was all over him and acting as Ice Bitch again. The football guys weren't exactly happy that I chose Glee over them, and made it known. The comments and Quinn's continual refusal to talk to him about their baby were really pissing him off. Add in to that fact that he was totally confused shitless about the effect Rachel was having on him, and that he couldn't work out what his feelings were for Quinn; whether he liked her for her or because she was his Baby Mama, and you got an extremely hostile Puck. Luckily he didn't see Rachel for most of the day, or he had a feeling he would have taken it out on her.

He was sitting on the bleachers after school, lost in thoughts and yes he knew that wasn't badass but whatever man he had a lot of shit going on, when he heard the light footsteps of someone coming towards him. He didn't bother to look to find out who it was.

"You miss it?" Rachel's soft voice broke through his thoughts. He was just grateful she didn't know what he was really thinking about; his baby.

"Hell no" He knew he answered too quickly. But he didn't care if she believed him or not, he was a badass. He heard her sit behind him, and then she said in that same voice:

"I hope you didn't choose glee over football because of me" She sounded so vulnerable. Shit, I sound like such a girl. How did this chick go from making him want to light himself on fire to making him care that she sounded upset?

"Why?" He did actually want to know why, he felt like she was about to say something big.

"Because I don't think this relationship is going to work." Well damn. That actually kind of hurt. Not that he was going to admit that. He was a stud. He decided on a response that didn't show that he was bothered by the break up:

"It's cool. I was gonna break up with you anyway."

"No you weren't" Damn, maybe this chick is psychic. My lips formed a reply on its own and it was a jerk response:

"Yes, I was. You won't even let me touch your boobs." I had been dying to get too second with her, but it sounded a bit harsh even to me. So I continued on a bit nicer: "It's Finn, right?" He waited a few seconds before continuing: "He's never gonna leave Quinn. Not with that baby in her belly." God, even I think I sounded like I was trying to convince her to give up Finn and carry on our thing.

"You like her, don't you? I can see you staring at her when I'm staring at Finn. Is that why you joined glee? To be closer to her?" She said it so softly and understanding, damn this chick is good at reading people.

"Like I said, they're never breaking up! God what's the matter with me? I'm a stud, and I can't even hold onto a chick like you? No offense" He knew he was being a dick, but he was so pissed off. Quinn rejected him, now even Rachel didn't want anything to do with him. "Why don't girls like me?"

"Cause you're kind of a jerk. No offence" Kickass response from her, even if it was insulting him. "I just think you want it too much…which is something I can relate too. I want everything too much." The way she said it made him feel un-comfortable, it sounded so personal. "Our relationship was built was built on a fantasy. Just like every other one in my life." She sounded kind of upset. She paused for a couple seconds then continued.

"Noah…this won't work, not just because of our feelings for Finn and Quinn but because we don't know each other very well. Maybe we could be friends?"

"We weren't friends before" He didn't mean it harshly; he was just stating a fact.

"So? Why can't we be friends now?" She slipped a hand onto his shoulder. Her soft hand. Damn, he knew he was gonna give in. But that didn't mean he couldn't play with her first.

"I don't know Berry, are you sure you could handle my badassness?" I finally looked at her, and she was grinning amusedly at him. I waggled my eye brows suggestively at her, and she rolled her eyes.

"The real question Puckerman, is can you handle mine?" I raised my eyebrows in shock and out of appreciation. When Berry wasn't wound up so tight, she was an alright chick.

"Are you questioning my badassness? But seriously Berry, if we are gonna be friends and shit you need to know that I won't hold back anything. I'll say what I want too, and all that shit."

"1st of all Noah, your language is deplorable. Secondly, I don't expect you to be different so I am prepared for you to be a jerk occasionally. But if you ever throw a slushee on me again Puckerman, I'll release my midget ninja skills on you. "She said winking at the last part. She started walking off shaking her hips and laughed when she saw my expression.

"Is that a threat or a promise babe? Because that sounds pretty hot. I might just have to go get a slushee so you can show me your ninja skills." I got up and chased after her, tickling her whilst she squealed "Noah!"

"Well you shouldn't shake those hips around Berry, it's such a tease" I let go off her, and she shook her head.

"You are incorrigible Noah Puckerman!"

"Does that mean incredibly sexy?"

"Noah!"

"Sorry babe, it's who I am. Deal with it."

She sighed dramatically, and said: "Fine, I'll deal with it. But remember, you can say what you want about my skirts, but you can't touch."

She said this with the hottest mischievous grin that was so out of character for her. He has to admit, he was kinda turned on right now. He couldn't help but grin at her. He threw an arm round her shoulder, grinning slightly at the jealous look on Finn's face, and started walking with her saying:

"Berry, this could be the start of a totally kick ass friendship"

A/N: So I'm quite happy with this beginning, what about you guys? I'd love to hear your suggestions and feedback. I struggled with the narrative, not knowing whether to put he or I, but hopefully it was okay. I will go slightly AU in future chapters for the obvious reason of puckleberry WILL happen but I want them to have a proper friendship before that happens. Let me know what you think? P.S. who's excited for season three glee in a few weeks? I am, even if there are rumours of finchel and quick :(

P.S.S: I may have Rachel know about Beth pretty early on, before she finds out in the show time period. Thoughts? Should I make her find out later on, or have it as something that strengthens her friendship with Noah? Let me know what you think :D