A/N: This is the first story that I have written in about 10 years, so please be kind. Feedback is appreciated greatly. I'm not sure how long this is going to be, but I promise to wrap it up nicely when it comes to end. I really hope you enjoy the story. Oh, and I don't own Glee, or any of the characters in the story.

Rachel knew when Puck told her that they weren't friends to begin with, that it was the truth. So, then why did it hurt so badly when he got up from the bleachers and walked away? The spent a week together, which to most wasn't that long, but to Rachel who only had moments with Finn to compare it to, it seemed like something more. Finn, he was a mirage, a fantasy. Rachel was no stranger to fantasy. Every day seemed like her goals were moving further and further out of her reach. So why now, when something that was real and tangible, was she letting walk away from her. Was it because Finn was watching and a part of her wanted him to rush off of the football field and come and console her?

She sighed and whispered to herself, "another fantasy." Without thinking, Rachel was on her feet. "Noah! Wait, please."

When she reached him at his truck, he looked surprised, yet annoyed that she had chased after him.

"What don't you understand? We're not friends; we walked down the hallway and made out once." Noah didn't understand what she was doing here. He couldn't understand why he was happy she called after him, either. He knew it was wrong, that he was as bad as Finn for not telling her the truth about Quinn. In the moment, however, he was curious as to what was so important for her to tell him.

"Noah," she said breathlessly from running, "I know that we are too different for this to work out, but maybe, just maybe we are too different for this not to work."

He cocked his head to side, realizing what she was saying, but was it something that he wanted to hear? "What are you trying to say? I just told you that I like Quinn, and it's been obvious since day one that I joined Glee Club you were all Glenn Close for Finn. He actually asked me to take care of his pet rabbit, just because he was a little nervous."

She looked at him incredulously for a moment, and couldn't figure out if he was kidding or not. When his lips cracked that roguish smile that made her agree to date him in the first place, she knew that he was pulling her leg. She smiled back at him, and tried her best to imitate the playfulness, yet seductive nature of his smile.

"Yeah, but you also told me that Finn and Quinn will never break up." When the words left her mouth she noticed that Puck winced a little, as if that hurt him as much as it hurt her. "So why would we put ourselves through that? I wasn't miserable with you, Noah."

He noticed the vulnerability in her eyes, which were a deep chocolate brown. He'd never noticed her eyes before. The only feature of hers that he'd ever noticed was her mouth. That was mainly because she was always doing one of three things with it: Singing, lecturing, or kissing him. The last one was the one he'd enjoyed the most, but was it something that was worth dealing with all the singing and the lecturing for?

As she looked up at him, though, something changed. Here was a girl, granted she wasn't popular as Santana and she wasn't as experienced as the cougars, but there was something else inside her. The popularity wouldn't mean anything in a few years, and the cougars would just be old. Maybe this idea wasn't the worst. It would please his mother. It wasn't something that he could decide that moment.

"Noah?" She said, still standing there, waiting for an answer that he couldn't quite come up with at that moment. She could see the deep thought written across his face, and knew that now was not the time to go all "Rachel Berry," on him. Especially, since she was putting her heart on the line. "Noah, I'm not saying you have to decide now, I just want to be happy, and Finn, well that's not an option, according to you, not now, not ever."

God, how can girls do that? Puck thought to himself. Ten minutes ago, he was not interested in Rachel Berry at all. Now, standing in the parking lot, with those big eyes staring up at him, it's taking all of his strength, not to grab her and kiss her. That would send the wrong message, considering that he doesn't know how he feels about this situation. There are pros and cons to every situation, but this one will have repercussions that may last a lifetime. "Rachel, what you're saying is true, but you're right, I can't decide now. I need some time. Can I call you later?" he said, wondering if not blowing her off on the spot is the right decision.

"Of course, you can. I'm glad that you're at least thinking about it, Noah. Don't worry, I won't get my hopes up," she smiled and walked away.