A/N: This is the sequel to my first story, Unwritten, Well Almost. I highly suggest reading that before this so that you can fully appreciate what the characters have gone through. Also, the first couple of chapters are going to be drama filled due to Shelby's return and I wasn't entirely pleased with how they handled that situation on the show so I wrote my version differently. Those of you who wanted more Shelby and Rachel are definitely going to be getting it in.

Chapter 1: Bringing Back Shelby

"What on earth are you doing?" Puck asked. He watched as his girlfriend furiously brushed the same spot of hair. "Stop," he cooed. He stilled her hand as she began to sob uncontrollably. "What happened?"

"Haven't you heard?" she sniffled. "Shelby's back and teaching at the school." Rachel popped up from her seat and flung herself on the bed. "I mean teaching. And of all things, she's teaching another Glee group! How is that even possible? We can barely get members and we have the most popular kids! She'll win I just know it." Another wave of sobs came over her while Puck stood and watched.

"No, she won't. She won't be here for very long, I promise."

Rachel let out a loud scoff and stood in front of him. "So it's true," she sniffled. "How could you not tell me?"

"It wasn't my place," he replied gently. "I thought she would come to your first."

"Well she didn't!" Rachel said angrily. "Instead, I had to hear about it from a fucking Cheerio! A Cheerio Puck!"

"I thought she would come to you first!" he defended. "I didn't even know until I walked into a classroom and saw her! What's the big deal anyway? It's not like she came here for you." He bit his lip hard at his stupid mouth.

"That's what makes it worse!" she cried. "She doesn't even care about me! It's about Quinn. It's always about Quinn and that baby! When is she going to reach out to me? I'm her real daughter, not the child of some airheaded bitch!"

The room got quiet as Rachel flung herself back on her bed. Puck leaned over her and rubbed her back in an attempt to calm her. But he could tell it was a useless attempt. He could feel the anger rolling off her in a continuous stream. He had never seen her this angry – or hurt – before.

"Tell me what to do," he begged. He felt a shudder go through her body before the ice set in.

"Leave me alone."

The lack of emotion in her voice scared him. Rachel was a passionate and emotional person, it's why she was able to sing so beautifully and now it was gone.

Without a sound, he moved off her bed and started downstairs, but not before something caught his eye. He picked up the paper and tucked it in his leather jacket for safekeeping. "I love you," he said softly. There was no response.

XOXOXOXO

Santana's locker slammed shut seemingly on its own accord. "What the-"

"Hey Satan," Puck nodded. He inched toward her so that she had to back up. "I need you to do something for me."

"What's the matter Puckerman? Berry not cutting it for you anymore?" she sneered.

Puck smirked before pulling out the paper and holding it up to her face. "Find out who did this," he demanded.

"Why should I?"

"Because I know what you did to Rachel's hotel room," he declared. "Don't deny it. That had you written all over it."

"I did you a favor Puckerman."

"No, you didn't," he smiled. "If you don't find out who did this, I'll tell Mr. Schue everything and make sure you get expelled. How does that sound?"

Santana huffed as she snatched the paper from his grasp. "It's obvious isn't it? It's Quinn's handwriting."

"You sure?"

"Are you kidding me? Do you know how many hand written notes I've gotten from her when she was captain? I'd recognize it anywhere."

"Thanks," he rushed out.

"Hey," Santana called. "Is it true about Shelby? She's really teaching here?"

"Yeah," he sighed.

Santana strutted up to him and whispered, "How's Berry doing with it?"

"How do you think?" he asked condescendingly. He turned and started the hunt for Rachel.

XOXOXO

Rachel stared into her locker as she replayed last night in her mind. She regretted acting like a spoiled child, but if ever there was a time for it, it was then. So many questions rolled in her mind: Why was Shelby really back? What did Noah mean when he said Shelby wasn't here for her?

She blinked her thoughts away as a voice came into focus. "Hello, Noah."

"Oh good," he breathed. "It's Noah today."

"Before you say any more, I want to apologize for acting the way I did. It's not like you brought her back." Puck lowered his eyes and tucked his hands into his pockets – a sure sign he was guilty of something. She knew already of course that he was responsible because of the note.

"You have to understand something Rachel. I didn't mean for her to come back permanently."

Rachel gasped and slammed her locker shut. "I don't care what you meant to do Puck!" she whispered harshly. "I'm not stupid. I know you brought her back here because of Beth."

"That's partly true," he admitted. "She's my child Rachel."

"No," the brunette snapped. "You gave up that right a long time ago. Beth is Shelby's daughter. What exactly are you expecting here? That Shelby will let you into Beth's life and you will be a happy family?"

"Something like that," he said carefully. Apparently, that was the wrong choice of words.

"I know you aren't smart so let me dumb this down for you," Rachel said. "You have a girlfriend, who happens to be the actual daughter of someone who is now considered the mother of your child. Do you see how this is?"

"I'm not stupid," he clipped.

"You are if you think I'm going to stay in this kind of relationship. I'm not going to be second place to my mother!"

"This isn't about Shelby, it's about Beth! Why can't you understand that?"

"Shelby is Beth's mom, Puck! You think I want to help babysit a child that's my stepsister? My god!" she breathed. "This is the most ridiculous thing I could ever imagine and it's actually happening."

"What are you saying? You want to break up?" He didn't even try to hide the pain that accompanied that sentence.

"I'm saying I need time to figure this out and so do you. I love you Noah and I mean that. But this situation is something I think that even Jerry Springer would find hard to believe."

"So what do you want to do?"

"I know what I want. The question is: what are you going to do about it?" The bell rang and Rachel wasted no time in hurrying to her class, leaving Puck standing in the hallway.

XOXOXO

"Good morning," Shelby said. She noticed on her roster that Rachel was supposed to be in her class and started looking. She scanned the room but couldn't see her anywhere. "Let's start with names shall we?"

The door swung open and in came Rachel. The petite brunette had her head down as she aimed for the back row where Kurt was saving her a seat.

"Bad morning?" the porcelain skinned teenager asked.

"You have no idea," Rachel replied. She wiped a tiny tear away before opening her notebook.

The class seemed to take forever as Rachel wallowed in herself pity and thought about all the things that would never be the same after this.

"You know we're on page twelve, right?" Kurt chimed.

Rachel's textbook laid open to the first page, but she made no effort to move it. "I don't care."

"What happened?"

"I think Puck and I are over," Rachel sniffled.

"Rach, I know it's hard with this being the last school year and NYADA applications but don't give up on him. He'd follow you to the end of the earth and back. I mean, he's probably not going to go to any fancy schools, but he's supportive of you no matter what."

The bell rang, signaling the end of class. Rachel glared at Shelby as she replied bitterly, "He's the one who brought Shelby back." Kurt's mouth hung as she scooped up her books and quietly made her way out of the room.

"Oh shit," he sighed. "So much for a drama free year."

He left the classroom feeling sad for Rachel and drifted into his thoughts as he prepared for his next class. He felt Blaine come up behind him and he smiled. "Hello there."

"I heard about Shelby. How's Rachel doing?"

"Not good," he replied gloomily. "Apparently, Puck is the one who brought Shelby back and Rachel is not happy."

"I can only imagine how hard it must be for her."

"And me," Puck piped in. The three boys exchanged greetings before heading for class. "How was Rachel? I know she had Shelby's class this morning."

"She held herself together if that's what you're asking."

"How long do you think she'll stay mad at me?"

"That depends entirely on you. What were you thinking?"

"I was thinking about Quinn," he said. "I saw her in the summer hanging out with the Skanks and I knew she was hurting."

"So you brought back your girlfriend's mother to make your ex feel better without talking to your girlfriend first?"

"When you put it like that…"

"There is no other way to put it Puck," Kurt scoffed. "I know you and Quinn used to be close, but those days should be gone by now. You share something in common, but that doesn't make Quinn your responsibility. You should've realized what you were doing."

"I wanted to see my daughter."

"And in doing so, there's a good chance you ruined the only person who never stopped believing in you."

"But she's my daughter."

"No she isn't," Kurt replied. "She doesn't know who you are. And frankly, you don't know her either."

Kurt and Blaine had an apologetic expression as they left Puck.

"Well, I'll just have to fix that," he said to himself.

The bell rang again as Puck snuck into Shelby's classroom and waited.