A/N: hey guys! so i'm bacck! yay, welcoming? i hope so!

so here's the spin-off that i was talking about. the plot's going to happen pretty quickly but i'm hoping to make the story a long one lol. right now, i have in mind about 15 or so chapters. it's not going to follow exactly what i envisioned when i was planning on writing a prequel but it took over my mind completely so i decided to write it. i know how it's going to end but i'd be interested in anything you guys had to offer! :)

alright, a couple notes:

1. some flashbacks that i used in CIT will be used in here.
2. it's a bit angsty at some points and probably around the 7th or 8th chapter is my favourite. :)
3. i have chapter two pretty much typed up and it'll be set the day after this chapter will take place (which is a friday in November).
4. Finn and Rachel are JUST FRIENDS nothing else. you'll see them interacting in either chapter three or four, haven't decided yet.
&5. (please please please) once again, any quotes that you guys would like to see, ANY at all, it could be from a different TV show, the same one or maybe from a movie that you guys like- i'll try to incorporate it into this story! it'll be great if you could do that.

alright, well, with that being said- i give you my prequel/spin off.

HOPE YOU ENJOY!.

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Chapter One

"All sent out!" Rachel grinned, stepping into the house she shared with her husband and shrugging off her jacket, "Every single one."

"New York in there as well?" Puck asked, raising an eyebrow from his spot on the couch; he didn't meet her eyes, just stared at the video game he was playing.

"Yes, even New York," Rachel rolled her eyes. She kicked off her UGGs Puck had bought her for a birthday gift and flung down on the couch with him, "I don't know why you wanted me to try there; they won't even take a second glance at me."

"You give me faith, babe; I'm only trying to return it," He shot her a side-ways smirk, leaning his cheek over for her to lay a sloppy kiss on it.

Rachel smiled and leaned back into the pillows of the couch, raising her feet to lie across Puck's lap, "I love you, you know that?"

"Yeah, it's kind of hard not to," Puck shrugged before tapping his thumb quickly and repeatedly against the little button on the controller, "Die!"

Rachel rolled her eyes again, "You're insane."

"You married me," Puck shrugged again, still not looking at her.

"Can you stop playing for one moment and kiss me for congratulations?" Rachel sighed, her voice pleading.

Puck sighed loudly, "You're so incorrigible!"

"Oh hey now!" Rachel narrowed her eyes, "No need to mock."

Puck paused his game and placed the controller down on the coffee table. He smirked at her and placed a hand on her thigh, lowering himself down on her, "I love you too."

"You do?" Rachel mockingly gasped, a small smirk playing on her lips.

"No need to mock," Puck mocked back.

Rachel smiled and leaned up a bit to kiss him, feeling Puck grin into the kiss. They've been married for three months and although they still fought like cats and dogs, they had grown accustomed to the married life.

Puck had gotten two jobs while Rachel continued on with school and her afternoon music lessons, receiving them free since she taught some of the kids. With the rent and bills they needed to pay, Puck's double income was necessary and he wasn't about to tell Rachel to get a job; she needed to focus on school and then after that.

After paying rent and whatever else, he'd buy groceries, fill his truck up with the gas he needed for the week, and made sure Rachel had everything for school; in the off chance of having some extra money, Puck would often take Rachel to the movies or bring home the date night special (as Rachel referred to it), which included a romantic comedy and whatever movie Puck wanted and something for dinner.

But now with Christmas a month away, it was nice to put some of that extra money away.

Rachel had grown less self-centered, understanding that Puck's life was now incorporated with hers. When they fought, Rachel couldn't huff out and go to her childhood home anymore. Nope, now she actually had to deal with their fights and then deal with the overwhelming embarrassment when she realizes she was in the wrong (though, she'll never admit that) with most of the fights they have. She had to consider Puck in every waking thought now, whether it be what she was going to eat for lunch and if he wanted any, or to what school she was going to apply to after high school.

That one they decided together.

She had applied to three different programs at Ohio State University and one in New York (in which Puck had insisted she applied for, even went out and got the application for her); all music/theatre/acting based courses.

She was the second person in her class with the highest average and after first semester was over, she was aiming to be the first, not caring who she took down.

Note the less self-centered.

Rachel and Puck were still the talk of the town, all the rumors and gossip surrounding them but not as much anymore. It was ten times worse right before they got married, everybody insisting she was pregnant and it was a shotgun wedding; but no, they just loved each other and knew that they would be together forever.

As cheesy as that sounds.

Rachel pulled away, pressing a small peck to his lips before fluttering her eyes open, "I was coming home from the post-office and I saw Mr. Schuester and his wife; Melody is gorgeous."

Puck smiled softly at the thought of his old glee coach and guidance counselor, "Is Schue going to go back soon? How long has he been off now?"

"About a month," Rachel nodded, "But that's okay; I've got everything under control at glee. Emma looks fantastic considering she just had the baby a couple weeks ago."

"Melody is a weird name," Puck frowned, leaning forward a bit and kissing Rachel's nose; she smiled and shifted a little, letting him rest between her thighs instead of on them, "It's like a different version of Melanie but it reminds me of music."

Rachel furrowed her eyebrows, "Baby, we're talking about Mr. Schue here; Emma was lucky that she had a girl. If it were a boy, they would've named him Aca."

"Aca?" Puck repeated and raised his eyebrows.

"After Acafellas," Rachel rolled her eyes; Puck chuckled, "Yeah, I know."

"What's with names this generation?" Puck scoffed, leaning down and resting his chin on Rachel's sternum, "There's an Apple, a Satchel, and a Poppy-Honey chilling out there in Hollywood; and we were pretty close on having an 'Aca' in Lima, Ohio!"

"I'll tell you one thing," Rachel agreed, "When we have kids, they're going to have beautiful names."

"Kids?" Puck tensed, "As in more than one?"

Rachel furrowed her eyebrows together, "Of course, Noah. I'm an only child and I know that I was deprived of having siblings to love and play with when I was little and growing up; you, on the other hand, had your little sister so you felt that connection."

"Connection my ass," Puck mumbled, "I was always stuck on babysitting duty and still am sometimes!" He lifted his head, remembering how a few short weeks ago his little sister came to stay for a weekend, "It sucks."

"But you still love Ellie!" Rachel blinked, "Am I right?"

"Yes, ma'am…" Puck grumbled.

"And you did everything for her, right?" Rachel cocked her head to the side, "Like you protect her from boys," Puck smirked, a mischievous gleam in his eyes, "You always made sure that she had everything she needed when she was here and you made sure she got her homework done. You love her and she loves you."

"Which proves?" Puck grumbled out again, resting his chin where it previously was.

"You'll be a great dad," Rachel smiled. Puck snapped his eyes up to hers, "Well, not anytime soon. But in the future," Puck mumbled out something incoherent and Rachel smirked, "To eight kids."

"No way!" Puck lifted his head quickly and didn't catch the joking tone of his wife's voice, "No, definitely not. No eight kids are going to be made in that belly of yours; no way."

Rachel laughed, tears springing to her eyes and Puck continued to shoot down her requests, "Baby- babe!" Puck stopped talking, his arms straight as he stared down at her, "Jon and Kate did it from TLC."

"Yeah, with a shitload of sponsors and now looks at them," Puck narrowed his eyes, remembering the marathon in which Rachel roped him into watching, "They're divorced, miserable, and Jon is banging some chick while he's like 30+ and she's like 19..." Puck blinked and backtracked on his words, that gleam in his eyes again, "On second thought, let's have eight kids- ow!"

"You better take that back right this instant, Noah Gabriel Puckerman!" Rachel scowled, hitting Puck on the shoulder again.

Puck smirked but his eyes were soft, "Baby, you know I was only joking."

"Yeah, well when you're 30+ and banging some 19 year old, she won't be as forgiving as I was on Halloween," Rachel scowled more intensely.

Puck gasped, "You said you'd forget about that night!"

"Yeah, well that was before you jokingly threatened to cheat on me," Rachel blinked.

Puck narrowed his eyes, "No, it's not cheating because we would've been divorced."

"Jon cheated on Kate before they got a divorce!"

"We're not Jon and Kate and I'm not going to cheat on you!"

"You better not," Rachel narrowed her eyes as well, "Because a minute of sex for married couples is like twenty seconds of sex for cheating whores! And I don't think you want that to ruin your 'reputation' do you?"

"Oh sorry!" Puck rolled his eyes before glaring at her, "Besides, you went down on me for the first time, so excuse me if I got a little excited!"

Rachel gasped, "You're not supposed to speak of that!"

"Whatever!" Puck pouted, "You weren't supposed to speak of that one time, Rachel! One time! One Goddamn time! It happened once!"

Rachel bit her lip to stop from laughing at him and how defensive he was, "I'm sorry- it's forgotten."

"That's what you said right after!" Puck whined and made a move to get up but Rachel locked her legs around his hips, "Let me go! I'm mad at you woman!"

Rachel laughed, "I'm laughing with you baby; not at you!"

"I'm not laughing!" Puck scoffed, trying to move away from her again.

Rachel gripped onto his shirt and pulled him forward; all his weight pressed against her, "I'm sorry."

Puck grumbled before pouting and looking to the side. His eyebrows shot up as he realized the time and snapped his head back to her, "Patriots game is on!"

Rachel groaned and unlatched herself from him as Puck sat up and turned off his game console. He switched the TV onto ESPN and grinned as the MC's announced that Tom Brady had just gotten a touchdown.

Rachel pouted to him and sat up, glaring at the TV for ruining their moment. Puck smirked, glancing over to her quickly before turning his attention back to the game. Rachel sighed slightly and sat up, going into the kitchen to grab some vitamin water for herself and a beer for Puck (yes, Puck is underage but he has an ID that states otherwise). She walked back into the living room and handed him the cold beer.

"Thanks babe," Puck mumbled, his eyes staring at the TV as he twisted off the cap.

Rachel nodded and sat down beside him, "If you really want to thank me, you can put that swinging door up."

Puck laughed, "Not a chance after what you just brought up."

Rachel pouted and turned her head to look at him, "I said I was sorry!"

"Still doesn't make it better."

"We're married," Rachel reminded him, "It's not like you're going to go have sex with random girls when you have me who will forgive you for your… short comings," Rachel snorted which quickly led to her laughing out loud, slapping her knee at the joking she just made, "Oh, goodness. Okay, I'm sorry; no more jokes, I promise."

Puck grumbled, glaring at the TV now.

"I'm sorry, baby," Rachel tried again, frowning at him.

He made another grumbling sound and Rachel frowned deeper before turning her attention towards the TV, taking a sip of her vitamin water. A few minutes later, Puck threw his arm around her shoulders and pulled Rachel towards him, kissing her temple.

"I love you," Puck sighed out, "Even though you make fun of me."

"Says the boy who used to throw slushies on me."

"You always tease the ones you love," Puck shrugged, smirking down at her.

"I love you too," Rachel grinned, leaning up a bit to kiss his puckered lips.

It's nice to be married.

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A/N: soo, what did you think?

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it'll be great to hear from you guys! (L)