Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. All rights go to RIB.

Rachel and Santana were at the local movie store look for their favorite move, Breakfast at Tiffany's. Anytime one of them is having a bad day or they are sad they always watch this movie.

"So I was thinking that we should get The Time Traveler's Wife, it sounded really goo-" Santana ran into something huge. She looked up and she saw one Finn Hudson.

"Whoa, sorry Santana." He looked down at his feet.

"Hey Bro I grab-" Puck stopped mid-sentence. We haven't talked for about a week because a week ago he ended our relationship when he saw me talking to Sam. I was simply only talking to Sam, and he comes over takes his letterman jacket back and says "We're done." He didn't even give me a chance to explain.

My eyes shot straight towards the ground, I couldn't look him in the eye.

"So Santana, do you want to go out tomorrow night? Like for a movie and some dinner?" Finn asked Santana quietly.

"Sure! I would love to, Finn. You know what? Why don't we take a walk so you can give me the details about tomorrow?" She grabbed him by the arm and dragged him towards the other end of the store leaving me and Noah to talk.

I walked over the H isle of movies and started looking.

"So how are you?" He asked softly.

"I am fine Puck, not that you would know." I spat. He flinched at the sound of Puck. It didn't sound right coming from her mouth. He was supposed to be Noah.

"Please don't call me that." He whispered.

"You can't tell me what to do Puck; you gave up that right the minute you broke up with me." I picked up some random movie and started reading the back of it.

"Why did you break up with me?" I asked with my voice barely hearable.

"I saw you talking to Sam, and you just look so happy with him. He's better for you, Rachel; he is everything I'm not. He will treat you right and you can be happy together." He stated.

"You know what Noah? I don't want Sam, I only want you. You don't think you're good enough for me? Well I think you are perfect. Do you remember when David slushied me? You punched him in the face causing his nose to brake, then you came back to help me get cleaned up. When we were five and I scraped my knee? You were the one to find my favorite band aids. How about the time when someone wrote slut, whore, and a whole bunch of provocative names on my locker? Who was the one who got the paint out to paint over it before I got to school? It was you, Noah. The only person perfect for me is you. No one can even compare." I rambled on feeling the tears run down my cheeks.

"Rach, please don't cry!" He begged.

"Can we please just get back together and act like this never happened?" I begged.

"Yes." He smiled. He leaned down dropping a long and sweet kiss on my lips.

"Okay guys! Let's go watch The Time Traveler's Wife!" Santana screeched.

"No, that movie is for pussies." Puck yelled.

Both boys watched the movie happily for the girl they liked (In Finn's case), and the one that they think they were falling in love with. (In Pucks case)

A/N: Get ready for some Puckleberry cuteness! Woo Hoo! (;

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